Various Male!Genshin Character X Female!Reader Smut

Ayato

Mrs ___ Kamisato.

I put the wedding certificate on the tablecloth and looked at the picture of myself and Ayato-san, already framed and displayed beside a teapot and some incense. It was the first time I had met him. And now I was in a well-decorated room with a wide lovebed in the centre, curtained with translucent fabrics for privacy.

I was told Sir Kamisato wanted an heir as quickly as possible.

I undressed myself and pulled on the promiscuous robe that had been hung on the wall for me. Making myself comfortable on the bed, I waited patiently for his arrival.

Within minutes, the shoji door slid open and he stepped inside, his gaze softening when he saw me sitting on the bed. He slid the door closed, hung his wide-sleeved jacket, and made for me in two brisk steps, wrapping his arms around me and lifting me against his body.

His skin was tanned; his body hot against mine. His flacid member was pressing into me. He breathed deeply over my shoulder.

"You smell lovely, and you look beautiful," he said when he pulled away.

"Thank you," I replied, my voice barely a squeak. Was I that shy? It was the first time I'd spoken to him since the ceremony. His icy eyes showed no malice and he had not touched any part of me that caused discomfort. But I felt less than comfortable.

He must have sensed this, and stepped back, his hands holding mine. "I promise to take my time," he said, his voice as sweet as lavender melons. "Foreplay will last as long as it needs to until you are comfortable enough to have me inside you." He brought my hand to his lips. "Are you all right with that, my darling?"

I swallowed my fear. "I am nervous, and uncertain." I averted my gaze. He did not try to regain it.

"What would make you more comfortable?"

"Maybe if you showed me some vulnerability, it would be easier for me, if it's not too bold for me to say."

"It isn't." He sat beside me and placed his hand on mine, delicately. "We are equals. As my wife, I'd like you to feel as such."

I looked up at him, and he smiled. It was then that I noticed the mole on his chin, the tired bags under his eyes, and a stray strand of blue hair falling by his nose. He's human, too. He was smiling patiently but he may have been as nervous as I was, no matter how he concealed it. These things I would learn in time, I thought. "What would you like to know?"

"Have you done this before?" I asked.

"I-- no. I have read books, and I hope to have you feel as much pleasure as I do. This is as much about you as me."

"Very well," I replied, and pondered different questions on my tongue. "Is there anything I need to know about how you like to be satisfied?"

His eyebrows flickered upward in surprise briefly. "You do not hesitate." He cleared his throat. "I like you to be gentle, and slow. To begin with, that is all I ask. Although, in the throes of passion, I would not mind if things gradually became more heated."

I nodded. "I understand."

He stood and invited me to sit with him at the table. "Would you like some tea? I have been experimenting with different ingredients for my own tapioca drinks recently, but Thoma -- our housekeeper -- suggested he brew us something more traditional. Do you like matcha?"

We drank and conversed through a series of questions to learn more about each other. When he was finished, Ayato placed his cup on the table and cleared his throat. "How are you feeling now?"

In the time we'd spoken, my husband had told me that his busy schedule was starting to make him fatigued; he liked sitting in the sun and mastering his swordsmanship. In return, I had told him about myself and he'd delighted in telling me how he'd like to try my hobbies with me when we're both available.

It was time when we both shared a knowing smile, and Ayato glanced at the love bed and back at me again. "Are you ready?" He stood and extended his hand to me.

"Yes." I took it and he pulled me toward him to kiss my hand. I could hear my heartbeat.

I sat on the bed and I noticed that my nipples peaked beneath the robe.

Ayato undressed himself and I saw how pale his skin was. For someone who liked to bask in sunlight, he really didn't have much time to. There were slashed scars across his back and arms and birth marks dotted his skin here and there. The member between his legs hung just past his balls but he waited for me to remove my robe.

I untied it, slipped it over my shoulders and let it fall behind me. I ignored the instinct to cover myself and Ayato stepped forward, his hands going to my hips. "Tell me at any point if you are uncomfortable." I nodded, but I hoped I wouldn't have to.

He eased me to lie on my back and his hands moved upward to feel my breasts. He stroked his thumbs over my smooth skin and teased the hardened buds with his fingers. I breathed deeply, arching at his touch.

A glance into my eyes and a smile from him showed he was proud with how well he was doing so far.
He hesitated, and then lowered his lips to my breast to lick circles around the nipple.

His other hand traced slowly and gently down the side of my body, stopping at my hip as he lovingly squeezed the flesh.

He kissed up to my collarbone and softly pressed his lips to mine to see what I'd do.
I reached up to entwine my fingers with his blue hair and I felt his skin against mine as he lowered himself to me.

Things sped up then and his fingers found their way to my slick. "I can't wait to make love to you all night," he said. "I hope by morning you'll be pregnant."

I gulped.

While he kissed me, Ayato's finger rounded my clit until I was panting and entered my folds.

I grimaced, feeling an uncomfortable tension.

"I'll get to it -- one moment."
Ayato's fingers found my g-spot and curled upward, his gaze fixed on mine for any tells. I let out a shaky, pleasured breath, my eyes rolling back and I felt Ayato's confidence return with how he took to fingering me. "That feels good, doesn't it, my darling?"

"Please don't stop."

He smiled; a small chuckle through his nose. "Whatever you desire."

As he fingered me and toyed with my nipple, there was a new feeling; a tension of pleasure building within my stomach. "Ah, ah, Ayato. Please, ah!"
The tension released in waves that pulsed through my body and left me panting for breath.

He knelt beside me and gripped my thigh, using the hand he'd fingered me with to rub himself. He peeled the foreskin back to reveal the red tip, dripping with a white liquid. "To lubricate," he explained.

I nodded, my heart pounding in my head from the orgasm. Ayato positioned himself between my legs and eased into me. I gasped with the feeling of his warm hardness stretching me. "Mrs Kamisato, are you ready?"

"I am."

He moved my legs around his and steadied his hands on the bed either side of me.

His gaze never left mine as he pulled out and pushed in again, testing me with his size. He did not need to ask, the way I gasped his name and clutched to his arm said it all.
He thrust into me, finding a pace we both liked.

He did not make much noise, but his gentle smile and half-lidded eyes showed he was turned on by how I moaned. "Faster," I said to him, and he hooked his arm around my torso for support.

His skin was warm against mine and his gentle, glittered gaze never left mine. "You are beautiful," he said, "truly."

I smiled, and I noticed that he was gradually speeding his thrusts, his gaze wavering from mine for a moment as he closed his eyes.

Ayato clutched onto me, his hips clapped against mine and he let out a deep, breathy moan as he thrust deeply into me, his eyes finally opening to meet mine again as his body twitched from his orgasm.

For a moment, we lied there, breathing together, clutching each other's hands as the sweat cooled our skin. Ayato moved down to kiss me and his hair fell against the side of my face.

He eased out of me and lied beside me, asking if there was anything I needed and making sure my needs were seen to.
That night, I fell asleep in his arms.