Prompt Collection for the Nasuverse

by AimenImpaired

This is another one of those fics featuring a lot of smut that can be requested by the reader. Prompt responses will be long. All fics must take place in the worlds of Fate or Tsukihime. Further details in the first chapter, please read it before making a request. Every request I write a full response for will be at least 4,000 words. New chapters weekly

23. Imagine the Target (Shirou&Mitsuzuri A)

Prompt: They had done it, they had actually qualified for nationals! Ayako Mitsuzuri could not have been more proud of the Homurahara Archery Team. Then Shinji went and got himself hit by a bus... it was obvious that they would need a replacement for him, but who couple replace their #3 at Nationals? No one in the current Archery Club was up to snuff... but there was one former member who could. Shirou Emiya. Under the guise of lessons, Ayako Mitsuzuri cons Shirou into a dangerous gamble. If she ever outshoots him, he'll join the team. And when he outshoots her...? She'll lose an article of clothing, eventually he'll be so distracted that he loses, right!?

Tags: Shirou Emiya/Ayako Mitsuzuri, striptease, maledom, bunny suit, slight crack

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This fanfic follows Marvel movie science rules in that I threw a bunch of words together, wrote it in a way that sounded somewhat smart and let it do impossible shit. I have shot a bow a grand total of once in my life. It is not an accurate Archery experience. Shirou's skills are also meant to be far beyond human.

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"Rin," Shirou groaned. "I already told you that I'm fine."

Rin crossed her arms over her chest. "That is the fifth day in a row, you've fallen asleep in your shed, Shirou." She leaned against the lockers in the hallway as she glared at Shirou. "Sakura is worried, and while it's a bit hypocritical of me, so am I."

"Try very hypocritical," Shirou murmured under his breath. "Wait… how did you know I slept in the shed? I was the first one awake…"

"That's not important," Rin looked away, her cheeks flushed the same color as her sweater.

"Rin…"

"I told you to call me Tohsaka when we're at school," Rin deflected.

"Did you erect a bounded field on my home?"

Rin turned to Shirou with a glare. "Of course, I did!" She snapped. "Your home had no defenses, so I had no choice if Sakura was going to be staying there!" She stomped her feet. "I wasn't trying to spy on your sleep or anything, because I was worried about you!"

"Rin…"

"Shut up!" Rin snapped and smacked his chest.

Shirou grabbed her wrist, "Rin, if you wanted to place another bounded field, you could have just asked. I do trust you, you know," he spoke softly.

"Wow, assaulting a student. I didn't think Rin Tohsaka, the little miss perfect, had it in her," Ayako Mitsuzuri chuckled as she climbed the stairs.

Rin ripped her arm out of Shirou's grip and turned her back to him and Mitsuzuri both. "Don't disappoint me again, Emiya," Rin spoke firmly as she strode down the hall away from them.

"She does know that this is a dead end right… Is she planning on jumping off the roof or something?" Mitsuzuri asked with an amused grin. "Actually, they've locked the door to the roof lately, so she should be stuck…"

"Tohsaka might jump if she heard you, just to prove a point," Shirou chuckled in reply.

"She is that stubborn, huh?" Mitsuzuri grinned at him before turning more somber. "You okay, Emiya? Tohsaka not giving you too much of a hard time for no reason? She can be a bit of an ass."

"If Rin- Tohsaka heard you, she wouldn't be happy," Shirou warned.

"Rin?" Mitsuzuri needled at his slipup mercilessly. "Has someone been getting close to Tohsaka… could someone even… fancy her?"

Shirou frowned. "No, just a slip of the tongue… uh… Sakura uses it to refer to her a lot, and kind of rubbed off on me…" He hoped Mitsuzuri didn't notice the sweat dripping down his face… Why exactly did Rin have such an issue revealing they were friends, again? He understood her not wanting to reveal that she was living in his spare bedroom, but that they were more than acquaintances… really? She would accost him in the halls in front of people, and drag him to the roof by his ear, but he couldn't even call her Rin? Where was the balance there? Did she care that much about her image as the perfect student idol? Shirou accepted her desire for secrecy, but that didn't mean a lot of it wasn't stupid.

"Right…" Mitsuzuri chuckled, not believing him for a second.

"Are you doing alright?" Shirou asked, instead of responding to her bait. "Are you recovering well?"

"Emiya," Mitsuzuri glared at him. "I've told you a thousand times already that I'm fine- that was over a year ago!"

"I just-"

"The way you're acting, you would think you had something to do with my assault!" Mitsuzuri stomped her foot in frustration. "I'm a big girl Emiya, not some porcelain doll!"

Shirou shifted backwards and looked away guiltily. "Sorry… I just can't help but-"

"If you're really sorry," Mitsuzuri cut him off with a smirk. "You could make up for it, by rejoining the Archery club."

Shirou did owe her, she was one of the many people that Shirou had failed to save from Shinji- another one of the victims that Shirou had been unaware of, until it was too late. "I'm not rejoining the club, Mitsuzuri," Shirou repeated the same thing he had told her almost every time they spoke since he first quit.

She rolled her eyes at his predictable response. "I know, just stop being so mopey all the time, one would think that you were the one assaulted in some dark alleyway."

"You shouldn't joke about that," Shirou scolded her.

"I'm the one who was assaulted y'know."

Shirou gave her an unimpressed look. "You weren't the only one assaulted by that bastard." Sakura.

Ayako Mitsuzuri took a step back and held her hands up defensively. "Sorry… didn't mean to needle you… just… look, I don't want to fight…"

"You just want me to join the archery club again?" Shirou asked knowingly.

Mitsuzuri slapped his shoulder. "I'll have you know, that I don't always talk to you just to ask you to join the archery club."

"That is true," Shirou nodded. "You sometimes seek me out to try to steal my lunch."

"That was once!" Mitsuzuri exclaimed loudly before flushing. "...You didn't use to trade barbs this easily."

"Too much time spent with Sakura," Shirou deflected. It was the wrong sister, but at least sort of true. "And too much time being lectured by Tohsaka."

"Sakura has gotten more bark lately, huh…" Mitsuzuri leaned in. "So the rumor is true? Tohsaka really dragged you by your ear out of class?"

Shirou winced. "That happened but…"

"Wow, what did you do to piss her off that much?" Mitsuzuri wasn't the biggest gossip by any means, but she did just love knowing how to needle people- she was like Rin in that way.

"Something close to Magic," Shirou answered cryptically- but completely honestly. It had been her learning about his experiments with what they suspected was a reality marble- without her supervision for once. When she found out- somehow during school, Shirou still didn't know how, she had ran to find him and take him to task for investigating his own soul .

Mitsuzuri crossed her arms over her buxom chest. "Fine, don't tell me."

"..."

"..."

"I should get going, I promised to fix up the fan in classroom B for Issei before I headed home," Shirou broke the silence with an honest excuse. "I'll see you around, Mitsuzuri," Shirou waved goodbye.

"Wait! Emiya, I actually wanted to talk with you."

Shirou stopped his retreat, and instead took a step closer to her. "Of course, what do you want to talk about?" He agreed without hesitation.

"As I'm sure you know, the Homurahara archery team qualified for nationals for the first time in twenty years."

"Yeah, congrats on that by the way. I already told Fujimura-Sensei, and Sakura, but I should have congratulated you as well."

"Right, thanks… Anyways, after we qualified, Matou had to go and get himself hit by a bus-"

Shirou flinched, painfully at that.

"Wow, you really hate him, huh? To think the two of you used to be friends… what happened?"

Shirou scowled. "Let's just say that I realized he's not the person I hoped he was…" That was the understatement of the century. Shinji was as evil as Gilgamesh, albeit a lot more pathetic. He had not only drained innocents- those like Mitsuzuri during the grail war, with the help of Rider. He had not only endangered the whole school- including his sister with his schemes. He not only was an ass to everyone he met. He also had raped Sakura. Repeatedly. The bastard was lucky that Shirou only broke 56 of his bones and put him in the hospital.

"Alright, I won't press… didn't realize it was such a touchy subject." Mitsuzuri sighed. "Anyways… given that Matou is in the hospital… we're short one of our best archers."

"I'm not joining the archery team," Shirou shot her down immediately. Even if he felt a bit guilty that it was his fault, Shinji couldn't participate.

Mitsuzuri held up her hands defensively. "I know… and we have alternates… but…"

"I'm not joining the team," Shirou repeated adamantly.

"I'm not asking you to, I just am asking you to train me."

"Huh?"

"I'm good, but I have to be better if we're downgrading from Shinji's skill ahead of nationals- and we barely even made it to nationals. To compete with the best, I have to be better than I am. So I am asking the best archer I know to teach me," Mitsuzuri explained.

"You want me to teach you?" Shirou repeated dumbfounded.

"I did say that."

"You do realize that I haven't shot on an archery range, in two years, right? I might not be as good as you seem to remember. Just because I was better than you back then, doesn't mean that I am now." It was a load of shit. Shirou was very confident he had surpassed her skill in archery at least tenfold. But he didn't think she would appreciate lessons where he told her to close her eyes and imagine the arrow hitting the target.

"Sakura and Fujimura-Sensei both vouch that you are better. She tells us every time someone praises her for an excellent shot, that her Senpai would have done better. Fujimura-Sensei claims that she let you shoot a strawberry off of her head. Sakura even claims that you could hit a single grain of sand from 50 meters out. They're obviously exaggerating but… Clearly you have only gotten better."

Those actually weren't that much of an exaggeration, even if not accurate. When Fujimura had gotten him drunk once, while mourning Saber, she had managed to convince him to do Archery trick shots… and after he accomplished all of them, she had offered to have Shirou's final shot be shooting a strawberry off of her head… He had said no, obviously. The sand he had missed, only grazing the sand with the corner of the arrowhead as his arrow flew past it. His angle had been the slightest bit off. And he had needed to use reinforcement on his eyes to push them past their limits, to even miss that shot so narrowly. It was not something he could do… but he wouldn't deny that he has pushed past the human limit of what an archer was capable of, even without magecraft.

"They are exaggerating…" Shirou repeated stubbornly.

"Obviously, no human can do that," Mitsuzuri replied with a roll of her eyes. "But you're still the most talented archer I know, so there's no one else that I can learn from."

"I don't know how to teach," Shirou protested. "My method won't work for anyone else."

"I won't know that until I try it."

"I don't know…"

"Worse case scenario, you suck at it, and we don't do it again, but we at least got a fun date out of it… Is hanging out with me really that miserable for you?"

"It's not…"

"Then great, it's a date!"

"Shirou, I love you… but you can't cling to me forever. Just like it wasn't healthy for me to cling to Camelot, you can't cling to me when I'm gone. I do not want to be the cause of your ruin."

"Saber…"

"Find someone else to love, Shirou. Find happiness without me. I will always love you, and I cherish your love above all else- but I am dead. And you are not. So live your life, and I'll await you with a smile in Avalon at the end."

Shirou shook his head to pull himself from his reverie. The mention of it being a date had brought him flashing back to the only girl he had ever gone on one with. Despite her request, in the little over a year since she left, Shirou had not tried to pursue another person to love. It was not that he was against it… just that he wasn't looking for it, no matter how much both Rin and Sakura pushed him to find someone, and his intention to do so eventually…

"What do you mean no!?" Mitsuzuri demanded. "Don't you want to-"

"Sorry," Shirou quickly apologized. "I was just lost in my thoughts… don't expect a miracle or anything but… I'll give it a shot."

Ayako gaped at him then grinned. "Yes!" Time to learn if there was truth to her freshman theory that Shirou had only ever missed a shot on purpose. She jumped up and down in celebration. She took note of how his eyes followed the jiggling of her chest. Perfect .

"So when do you want to have our lesson?" Shirou asked, ignoring her antics.

"Uh… tomorrow…? I didn't expect you to say yes, immediately… Let's say in the dojo a half-hour after practice ends?"

"Okay."

"Then it's a date!" She cheered. "I'll see you later, Emiya!"

Shirou waved goodbye as he wondered what exactly he had gotten himself into.

Ayako Mitsuzuri could not have been more displeased. She had everything she needed stowed away under a loose floorboard in the dojo, and had even practiced some of her moves last night, in preparation for this. She was going to get Shirou Emiya to join the archery club, no matter what it took. They didn't actually have a decent archer on the reserves- the most talented one was a freshman who averaged just over five points lower per round than Shinji scored in his average rounds. They had no chance at nationals without Shirou, even if he wasn't the fable that Sakura and Fujimura-Sensei considered him to be.

And all of her plans for today were going to be ruined. She had watched the news last night, to make sure the weather would cooperate- and it had promised clear skies! Instead, there was a monsoon raging outside. Wind speeds over 30 miles per hour, and heavy rainfall. It was a condition that made archery impossible. The school had a decent indoors dojo, but that was only really usable for short range stuff. They had to use the outdoor part for the long range that the competition was built around. So Fujimura-Sensei had logically canceled archery practice for today, and Ayako was going to have to do the same to her date with Shirou. What an amusing reaction he had to her calling it that… his reaction when she called it that, had been too hilarious to not repeat it at every opportunity.

"Emiya!" She called out from the top of the stairs, as he headed up the stairs to the top floor of the school. She had waited here for him, after Fujimura-Sensei had answered her innocent question about where Shirou went during lunch, usually. Strangely, Tohsaka had passed her on the way up here, just a minute ago, and seemingly headed to some abandoned corner to eat lunch again, a homemade bento in her hands.

Shirou froze and looked at her with wide eyes, before his expression softened when he realized it was just her. "Mitsuzuri," he said in greeting.

"Eat lunch with me?" She demanded. She didn't give him a chance to refuse as she grabbed his wrist, and dragged him off to an empty classroom.

Shirou smiled weakly at her. "Uh… I actually had other plans…"

Ayako pouted. "I just wanted to discuss our date."

"Can you stop calling it that?" Shirou pleaded.

"Does it make you uncomfortable?"

"..."

Ayako sat now at a desk and started picking apart Shirou's familiar looking bento, setting hers alongside it, opening them both up and grabbing an egg roll from his. "So given that we'll have to cancel our date , we should-"

"Why would we cancel?"

"..."

"Have you looked outside, Emiya!? The weather is-"

"Perfect."

"..."

Ayako gaped at him with an open mouth. "How is a monsoon perfect? We're practicing archery, not dancing in the rain!"

Shirou smirked at her. "The worse the conditions are, the more you can learn. You can't count on shooting in ideal conditions ever. Learn to aim in the worst, and you'll never miss again in the best."

"Obviously! But there are limits! You can't shoot with any accuracy in wind and rain like this!"

"The only limit is the one you let there be," Shirou replied sagely. He must be a masochist . "I like to practice in the worst weather possible."

Ayako harrumphed and leaned back in her chair. "You really think this is the best idea?" She took a bite out of the egg roll she stole from Emiya. Her eyes widened comically and her heart raced at the flavor. She took another bite immediately.

"I do."

"Fine," Ayako waved him off. "I'll agree to have our date today, in this weather if you swap bentos with me."

"It's all yours." For whatever reason, Shirou agreed to her very lopsided deal. She was the one who had demanded lessons, and now she was making him pay for him to give what he clearly actually believed was the most effective lesson… a lesson she planned on sabotaging. Shirou was still too much of a samaritan. But eh… for food like this, and for winning nationals, mostly that one, she would abuse it to the end.

Afterall, Shirou Emiya would never go back on his word, would he?

"Emiya," Mitsuzuri greeted him as he stepped into the dojo, just after school had ended. That was their rearranged agreement, what with the archery club being canceled due to the weather.

"Mitsuzuri," Shirou replied cordially. "Are you sure you want to wear that? You don't have to wear your school uniform for this, you can go home and change into something warmer, if you want."

"You're a hypocrite," she gestured vaguely at Shirou. He was also dressed in his school uniform, but it hardly was the same. He had used strengthening on his uniform to make it more effective at heat insulation, among many other things. He was pretty certain that Ayako couldn't say the same though, given her lack of magical circuits. He also could not tell her that.

"Fair," Shirou replied simply with a slight grimace. "So where do you want us to start?"

"You're the teacher, Emiya, not me."

Shirou sighed. "Grab your bow and a quiver of arrows, and let's head out into the storm then."

Mitsuzuri did just that as Shirou fetched a random bow off of the rack. It was a bit stiffer than he would like, but it would do for something like this, with nothing at stake. "Ready?"

"We're really doing this?" Mitsuzuri repeated in disbelief. Looking out the window… Ayako was pretty sure that the weather had gotten worse, not better since she tasted nirvana at lunch. Shirou actually wanted to practice out there. Did she really want to do that- she could get pneumonia… But it wouldn't come to that! Her distraction would work perfectly! And this weather would mean a break in concentration was guaranteed to end poorly for him! Yeah… it would just end sooner than she planned for! And Shirou would be in the archery club again!

"Do you want my lessons or not?" Shirou asked rhetorically as he pulled the door open. It must be a test, that was the only logical conclusion that Ayako could come to. He was testing her commitment… no one thought this was appropriate weather for archery! Let alone ideal.

Ayako stepped through the doorway and was immediately soaked by the heavy rain. Water dripped down onto her face. She looked at Emiya in disbelief, but the bastard just looked calm and completely at ease. He didn't look smug or surprised… just as if this was normal to him?

"Hit the bullseye from here," Shirou ordered.

Ayako stared at him dumbfounded. He couldn't be serious… They were probably about 80 meters away right now, instead of the traditional 70. And then there was the wind and rain… "Do you mean the target?"

Shirou shook his head.

Ayako gaped at him. "If I make it, will you join the archery team?"

Shirou chuckled and rolled his eyes. "I'm not expecting you to make it yet, I just need to evaluate how you adapt to unfamiliar conditions."

Yet? He was certifiably insane. "I didn't hear a no…"

"I'm not joining-"

"But, you said you don't expect me to make it! So what's the harm in adding some stakes so I perform better?"

"I don't want-"

"Actually, let's make it a challenge! If in any round of your lessons, I outperform you on the same shots, then you'll join the archery team!" Ayako demanded stubbornly. She wasn't going to take no for an answer, not when that was the entire point of this.

"Mitsuzuri…"

"It'll make me perform better! You know how I am, Emiya, I always perform better when there is something more at stake.. I'll learn so much faster if you let me pretend that I have a chance at getting more!"

"Mitsuzuri-"

"Besides, there's no risk for you! You're better than me and apparently practice in this weather all the time!"

"Ayako!" Shirou shouted. Ayako had the decency to at least look ashamed at his outburst. "I was trying to tell you I'll accept your challenge , but you weren't exactly letting me say anything."

"...Oh…" Ayako leapt up in exuberance once she recovered from her momentary embarrassment. "Yes! Let's do this thing, Emiya!" Shirou just gave her a look in reply. Right… he had already told her what to do.

Ayak drawed her bow and squinted at the target in the distance, through the curtains of rain. The wind howled around her. She could tell it was blowing left, and even how much, but how was she supposed to stop winds this great from completely skewing her shot? And the distance difference? And the rain making her arrow heavier? She could do this… this was to have Shirou in the club again… they needed that… She let the arrow fly.

The arrow soared through the air… and embedded itself just below the one point ring. Ayako's face flushed… When was the last time she had missed that badly…? She turned to Shirou expecting to see him smirking at her, or laughing or something… but instead his face was blank… that was more insulting. "Don't give me that look! That shot isn't exactly easy! You make it then, Emiya!"

"What look?" Shirou asked rhetorically as he drew his own bow. He glanced at the target, and then let the arrow fly, turning back to stare at her before the arrow had even reached the target. Ayako could only gape… he hadn't just hit the target… he hit it dead center… and he only looked at the target for a second! He hadn't even set his feet! What the fuck? That wind and rain… and the distance… how could anyone get so lucky… Was he actually as impossibly skilled as Sakura and Fujimura-Sensei claimed?

Ayako bowed low in front of Shirou. "Teach me Archer-Sensei!" she pleaded. It was not what she had planned but… she clearly still had so much to learn! Forget the bet, the club, she just needed to be that good!

Shirou pinched the bridge of his nose and let out a groan. "Please never call me that again."

Ayako rose from her bow and saluted him. "Yes, Mr. Archer, Sir!"

Shirou wanted to scream, but he figured that would only encourage her to call him Archer again, so he refrained, and instead just turned back to the archery range. "Come show me how you would take your next shot, Mitsuzuri." He looked back at Mitsuzuri, and it was her who had him gaping this time.

She had discarded her vest… and the white fabric of her button up was soaking wet… and clinging to her figure very tightly. He could see the outline of her pink tank top that didn't reach her waist underneath the button up, and below that, there was something dark over the cups of her voluminous bust. He stared for longer than he was willing to admit… to be fair, Mitsuzuri appeared to be doing stretches of some sort that did not make it easy to look away.

Shirou shook himself and turned away as his cheeks glowed crimson. "Why did you take off your vest? It's not warm enough for that…"

Ayako pouted at him. "It was restricting my mobility," she lied without missing a beat. I'll be more accurate without it."

"You'll freeze without it," Shirou countered. "You really should go home and change into something warmer… or maybe we will reschedule for another day…"

"I'll do that if you join the archery team," Ayako rebutted his offer. She had gone too far with this already to back down now, even if she really should have accepted her offer… and besides… he was clearly already distracted by her wet clothes… Even if not in the way she intended him to be.

"Just go get ready to take your shot," Shirou sighed in reply.

Ayako heeded his command, stepping up to the line, the customary 70 meters away. She drew her bow back, the arrow knocked on the string. A deep breath to steady herself and… loose….

"Stop!" The voice of Emiya stopped her from taking that shot. "You're not accounting for the wind. If you loosed it there, the arrow wouldn't have reached the target at all, but wound up in the dirt, right in front of it."

Ayako didn't look away from the target. "I was accounting for the wind, Archer," she replied through gritted teeth. "Let me shoot, before scolding me for missing."

Shirou shook his head. "Again with that name," he muttered under his breath before enunciating more clearly. "You were accounting for the wind as a constant- your aim was slightly to the left, and up about 15 compared to normal, in order to adjust. It was a good adjustment- if you were shooting against a wind machine… but natural weather is erratic. You have to account for when the wind will slow down and speed up, and shoot around it."

Ayako turned away from the target and glared at Shirou, although she didn't lower her bow. "You can't account for that," she argued. "The wind is unpredictable, you just have to find an average, and adjust based on it."

"Bullshit," Shirou argued with his arms crossed over his chest. "There is a slight difference in the trajectory of the arrow, based on if the wind is a constant 15 MPH or if you have 0 MPH half the distance and 30 MPH the other half. Which half also changes the arrows flight, because the arrows speed is slower, the closer it gets to the target. If it's a variable in how the arrow moves, then it's a variable you have to account for to be perfectly accurate on every shot."

"Perfect accuracy is unreasonable," Ayako protested.

Shirou didn't say anything, just pursed his lips. Ayako was the one to break. "Fine, you show me how to do all of those impossible things then, Archer." She drew her arrow back and readjusted her arrow to account for the wind the same way as before.

Shirou stepped up behind her and reached around her to grab the bow. "Tilt it up like this," his other hand came to rest on the hand holding the arrow. He grabbed her finger and pushed it down a few centimeters. "In this kind of weather, you want to move your grip out a bit wider, the more spin you put on your shot, the better wind resistance it will have."

"Wait for it…" Shirou spoke directly next to her ear. "Feel the wind howling, anticipate the lull and fire when it's at its peak, not when it calms down. The wind will have less effect on the flight of the arrow if the strongest part of the gust is when the arrow is at its highest velocity."

"Now!" Shirou exclaimed, and Ayako let the arrow loose a split second later. The arrow spiraled through the air towards the target, and embedded itself in the board- below the bullseye, but firmly in the seven point range.

Ayako beamed at Shirou, when she spun to face him, but he only wore a frown. "Did I mess up? That was good! In winds like these-"

No," Shirou scowled, cutting her off. "Your inaccuracy is on me. I failed to account for how your lead arm drops slightly when you release the bow string."

"My lead arm does not dip!" Mitsuzuri shouted in protest. She wasn't some amateur! She knew how to hold the bow steady!

"Everyone's does," Shirou waved her protest away. "Mine used to veer slightly out even, it just doesn't matter if you account for that deviance on every shot. I based your shot pattern based on my shot instabilities, instead of yours, so you missed. That's on me."

Ayako gaped at him like he was speaking another language. No one accounted for details like that! How obsessed was he with archery!? Could he actually have done those things that Sakura and Fujimura-Sensei claimed he had? That was an outlandish thought she should dismiss immediately. She would be on her knees begging for him to take her if she really thought he was that much of a God of Archery.

"Again," Shirou instructed, and Ayako had never obeyed faster. Her heart rate sped up as Shirou came to stand behind her again. He gently adjusted her hands into position- and took a step back. Ayako wasn't sure what exactly was supposed to be different from last time. She was maybe aiming slightly higher? "Now!"

She let the arrow loose and it soared through the sky whistling in the wind before embedding itself in the target on the other end of the range. In the center of the bullseye. Ayako stared in disbelief, blinking rapidly, as if to remove the water from her eyes… she couldn't have hit the bullseye in this weather!?

She turned to Shirou with a grin that stretched from ear to ear. "I… I did it!"

Shirou smiled weakly at her. She had been off by 4 cm from the direct center of the bullseye. He had overcorrected her wind adjustment, and let her miss up and to the armside a tad. A failure that would get someone killed in the real world. "You did, now do it again, without me touching you."

Ayako glared at him. "You could at least pretend to be impressed and let me have a moment to celebrate!"

Shirou winced. "Sorry… It was a great shot."

"Whatever," Ayako rolled her eyes and readied her next shot. "After this, it's your turn, and when you don't outscore me on your three shots, you're joining the archery club."

"If," Shirou corrected absentmindedly. "Lift your arm a bit more, you should feel a bit of strain in your shoulder, and spread the fingers a bit more on the arrow." Ayako did that without hesitation, following his commands to the letter, he clearly knew this far better than anyone else she had ever heard of existing. "Fire when you think the time is right." Ayako tried to pay attention to the wind, like Shirou had instructed her. Wait for the wind to reach the peak speed and fire at that point… now !

The arrow embedded itself in the target, in the three point ring. She winced as she looked at Shirou's unperturbed face. "Do you know where you messed up?" Shirou asked, falling into his role of Archer-Sensei naturally.

"I misjudged the wind, let the arrow go slightly before the gust peaked."

"And?"

"My arm was slightly too low?" Ayako guessed.

Shirou shook his head. "The opposite actually," he explained. "Your arm was too high."

"But I missed low."

"I'm pretty sure, you've taken enough math classes by your senior year to know how angles work by now."

Ayako's cheeks turned red in her embarrassment. She flipped her auburn hair over her shoulder. "Whatever, Emiya, let's see if you can do better than the 20 points I got."

"You really want to do this whole competition thing?" Shirou asked as he picked up his bow and took his stance."

"Of course," Ayako chirped as Shirou drew his bow back to his ear. "It only takes one miss for you to join the archery club, and us to win nationals." Shirou let the arrow fly and it landed directly in the bullseye.

Ayako whistled in appreciation as Shirou drew a second arrow. "Ahhhhggggnhhh," Ayako moaned like some two-bit pornstar. Shirou didn't look away from the target. "What was that? Did you pull a muscle or something?"' He let the arrow fly and it landed in the bullseye, right next to the other one.

"Damm, that's 20 already," Ayako muttered. "I don't suppose you want to miss this one, so I can win?"

Shirou snorted. "Wouldn't that be a tie? Do you think you'd win sudden death?"

"Hehehe…" Ayako chuckled. "Given the clear skill gap, wouldn't you rather just give me the victory in the case of a tie?" she pleaded.

Shirou chuckled. "Sure, why not," he drew the bow back as Ayako fell silent.

"BOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Ayako screamed at the top of her lungs as Shirou let the arrow fly,

The arrow was off target… he had missed! She won! She hadn't even needed to lose her top! She just had to scare him! She ignored the fact that Shirou hadn't flinched, obviously his arm had trembled!"

"One point, looks like my win!" Shirou exclaimed with a sardonic smirk.

"Nuh uh! That clearly is over the line! You missed! Big fat zero! And we agreed that's my win!"

"Go check the target then, but if I'm right, you go change your clothes. I think Fuji-nee has something you can borrow in her office."

Ayako grinned. "Sounds like a deal! Prepare to be back on the team!" Ayako practically skipped to the target… only to freeze when she got there… The stupid arrow was in the stupid ring… by the smallest of margins… but it was in… how had he known? Had he missed on purpose? She clearly just needed to up her distraction game.

Oh well, Ayako shrugged to herself with a giggle. She could use this. After all… Shirou Emiya had asked her to change… She shrugged off her button up, that was so unbelievably soaked that it made a splotch noise when she dropped it on the ground next to the target.

She was now dressed in just her tank top and her skirt. She walked back towards Shirou slowly, even as she shivered from the lack of clothes and warmth in the rain. She was going to make him lose… and get him to join her in the archery club.

"Where did your top go…?" Shirou asked in lieu of a greeting, or gloating about his victory over her. His eyes scrutinized every inch of her form… and Ayako basked in it. She couldn't blame him for looking with her too small tank top, it didn't cover her midriff and as soaked as it was, it highlighted her breasts, clad in the black bra perfectly. She hated this weather… but it was great for getting Shirou to stare. And she would reluctantly admit that she was learning new things by practicing in this weather.

"You told me to change my clothes so I did," Ayako replied cheekily.

"I meant cover more skin, not less."

"You should have said that then," she replied with an overly flirty wink. She was going to win this.

"Mitsuzuri-"

"It's Ayako," she corrected him. "You already called me that once, Emiya, so you can't go back." She stretched her arms behind her back, drawing his eyes back to her chest. "Besides, anyone who sees me in just a tank top, has to call me by my first name."

"Not by choice," Shirou grumbled. "Ayako, please put on something that covers more skin. I don't know what your game is, but you're going to catch a cold if you don't."

Ayako made a show of stroking her chin. "Fine, you win… I'll cover a bit more skin…"

"Thank you," Shirou exhaled in relief.

Ayako smirked as she bent over and pulled on her socks. "There! I covered more skin! Now let's get back to archery!" She didn't wait for an answer before strutting past him, taking care to shake her hips with every step. "Move Archer, you're in the way of my shot."

Shirou stepped aside obediently, his eyes never straying from her. "If I'm going to call you Ayako, then I'll offer you the same courtesy of calling me Shirou."

Ayako laughed as she took her stance. "Thanks Shirou, but I'm still calling you Archer until you lose a round." Shirou's scowl made it clear that she had chosen the right response. "Or you could just agree to join the archery club…"

Shirou said nothing in return, just came to stand behind her. She drew the bow back to her ear, and shivered as the cold rain washed over her bare skin. Shirou placed a gentle hand on her back and muttered something under his breath. Heat pooled in her chest and her heart rate sped up as it spread down to just above her midriff. Stupid hormones, but it felt more warm and pleasant than intense? Maybe that was just Shirou's vibe?

"What was that, Archer? Something about the race being on?" She looked over her shoulder at him. "Finally taking this thing seriously?" She enjoyed the sight of his blush and a part of her bemoaned his hand removing itself from her back.

"I was just commenting on if you would hit a bullseye or catch pneumonia first," Shirou replied with a slight smirk.

Ayako tried to fight down her blush, the intense burning in her chest from his touch, more than enough to chase away the bitter cold of the wind and rain. "I'll hit the bullseye on this shot," Ayako boasted emptily. She did not hit it… after three more shots, she had gotten a somewhat decent sixteen points. All of her shots were better than the one without Shirou holding her hands, from the last round… but… they were still awful by the Shirou standard.

Now it was Shirou's turn… was there even a point in trying to distract him after she had scored so poorly? She watched him with wide eyes, studying every inch of his muscular form. Her fingers gripped the hem of her tank top nervously, but with a bit of excitement. Soon she would shed another layer…

…Or at least that was what she thought… until Shirou missed…?

His arrow was nowhere near the target- it had actually hit the post of the adjacent target! He wasn't perfect? He had made her hit the bullseye… how could he miss!? She looked at Shirou's face, his expression morphed into something that almost looked shocked… he wasn't a very good actor.

"Did you miss on purpose?" Ayako wanted to scream. He was mocking her.

Shirou let loose another arrow- it was also off-target. Allegedly . He landed it in the seven point ring. "Damm, need a perfect score here, or else I'll have to join the archery club…"

Ayako smirked in spite of herself. Shirou had given her an opening in his need to taunt her… she just had to distract him enough to miss by a few centimeters once! "So Shirou, what's going on with you and Tohsaka? She keeps on muttering your name when she thinks no one can hear… I think she might be into you… You should ask her out!"

Shirou's head jerked to look at her and then he let the arrow fly. "Tohsaka has lots of reasons to curse my name, none of which is her wanting to date."

Ayako grinned. She had won! Shirou had been successfully distracted by the promise of Rin Tohsaka being interested in him! Please as if, that girl despite her claims of being open to love, had never looked twice at a guy. … She hadn't won? She could have sworn that Shirou's head turned away from the target to talk to her before he let go… she had the order wrong? He had kept his composure for that long? The arrow wasn't just in the bullseye. It looked like it had hit the exact center.

"Whaaa…"

"Looks like I win that round, Ayako, do I get to claim a reward?"

Ayako shook herself and smirked at him. "Of course,"' she grabbed the hem of her tank top and pulled it over her head. "Like your reward?"

Shirou stared against his better judgement… her breasts were there… the biggest he had seen in that little clothing. She was wearing just a black lacy bra and the long skirt of her school uniform. The bra was a pushup bra, at that, pushing her breasts out and making the already voluminous flesh stand out even more. And he could see her erect nipples through the cups of her bra due to how soaked it was. He couldn't tear his eyes away… and Ayako knew it , if the way she continuously stretched her arms behind her back was any indication.

"I'll take that as a yes," Ayako cheered, as she leaned in towards him, giving him a brand new view of her chest. Shirou's mouth felt very dry. She… was also shivering… What the fuck was wrong with him?

Shirou shook his head violently and pinched the bridge of his nose. "That was literally the opposite of what I wanted as my reward," he growled. "You need to put more clothes on before you get sick."

"You didn't specify that when you asked for a reward."

Ayako crossed her arms under her chest, drawing his eyes right back to those stupidly large breasts. She puffed out her cheeks and poofed out her lips in a pouty face… It was alluring . Shirou sighed and looked at the wall behind her- everything but her really… "Just go take your shots."

"Yes Mr. Archer Sir!" Ayako mock saluted him as she grabbed her bow again with the biggest grin. He couldn't keep his eyes off of her… surely this would be easy…

Apparently he also couldn't keep his hands off of her. There he was standing behind her again, his hand resting on her upper back, just above the strap of her bra… and his other hand came up to rest on her hip. Warmth pooled from his touch… she really hated her hormones. So distracting, even if they chased off the cold.

"Is there a reason your hand is on my butt?"

Shirou pulled his hand away and stepped back from her as if burnt. "I was correcting your stance," Shirou protested, "Your hip was slightly open- probably because of the cold."

"Mmmhhmmm," Ayako murmured noncommittally as she pulled back the bowstring and let an arrow fly. This round was better than the last, but only barely. Nineteen points. "Your turn, Archer."

"When I win, you're getting changed."

Ayako forced a frown and nodded. "If that's really what you want, Shirou."

Shirou did not waste time this time, reminding her of just how great the skill gap between the two was. His first two arrows landed in the bullseye. He didn't bother with a third, turning to Ayako demandingly, his expression firm as he stared at her still very exposed breasts.

Ayako sighed dramatically and picked up her tank top. "Guess, I have no choice but to get changed…" With her tank top in hand, she grabbed the hem waistband of her skirt and tugged it down. "Do you like my change of clothes?" Ayako asked as she stepped out of her skirt that had pooled around her ankles.

Ayako was wearing just her lingerie now- the lingerie that no one had seen her until now. She had bought it for this occasion- along with some other things… she would crack him eventually! Her panties matched the push-up bra- all black lace. And she had never been more thankful for the rain, even if her legs had strangely gone back to freezing again… And it was only her legs? Her top had just as little clothes on, but she still felt that burning warmth under her bra that warmed her up. The rain hid the fact that her panties would be soaked by her own arousal, if it weren't for them being soaking wet.

Shirou could not get enough of her, that much was obvious to Ayako. She had thought he was gazing intently ät her before, but that was nothing compared to now. With her in just her panties, Shirou could not get enough of her slender legs. His eyes drifted up and down her entire body repeatedly. Ayako's skin glowed a healthy pink at his attention, but she leaned into it with a giggle. She spun in a circle for him, letting him see her from all angles, and did some more stretches. This was fun- even if it was freezing.

Shirou violently jerked his gaze down to the floor. "I walked right into that one didn't I… you already did that once," he sounded more resigned than upset this time.

"You did," Ayako agreed with a giggle. He was so close to breaking… Ayako was pretty sure that if she offered to let him have his wicked way with her, he would crumble and beg her to let him onto the archery team… but Ayako wasn't a whore… she just wanted to rile him up, so he missed. She would win a mostly fair competition.

She picked up her bow and prepared for the shot. Shirou, the pervert that he was, once again came to stand behind her. He pressed himself against her back… one hand tightly gripping her hip. "Trace on," he muttered. Something hard pressed into her lower back… was this his…

Warmth pooled beneath her panties and Ayako made no move to pull out of his grip… but she wasn't some whore! She stomped hard on his foot.

"Ow," Shirou groaned, as he took a step back.

"No touching!" Ayako scolded.

"I was just-"

"No." Ayako cut him off firmly. "You don't get to pretend that you were trying to correct my form this time. You just couldn't help but sate your lusts on your beautiful Archery Captain. Sorry, Archer, I will only let a boyfriend touch me like that… and I will only date someone on the archery team…"

"The only guy on the archery team who's not your brother was Matou," Shirou growled lowly.

Ayako shuddered at the tone. This was supposed to be a temptation for him, not her, dammit! "Well then, unless you want to join the archery team… I guess I'll just stay a virgin forever."

Ayako shot the best round of the day once again, as Shirou locked into teacher mode- making slight adjustments to her form and angles- through verbal cues only, as he watched from her front. Ayako tried to ignore just how much he was staring at her scantily clad body… that was the point! Even if it made her squirm a bit… 23 points! That was good! I mean, sure Shirou could beat it under any normal circumstance… but Ayako was pulling out all the stops here!

Shirou was preparing for his shot, and Ayako wasn't going to miss her opportunity… Fujimura-Sensei would have her bow for this… but she wasn't here. She stood four feet in front of Shirou and just three feet to the left of him. She was directly in his peripheral vision as he shot- and that was unavoidable. It was maybe not the safest place to be, if Shirou missed, but it was the best place to be to make him miss… yeah… this was stupid… but that bastard only missed on purpose! Desperate times called for desperate measures!

Ayako dropped down into a lunge, as Shirou strung his bow, watching his face rather than the target. The redness of his entire countenance, and the way his eyes were not fixated on the target, made it clear that he was paying close attention to her. She met his eyes and smirked as he released the bow string.

Ayako didn't bother to check the result, just moved out of her lunge and into the next position as she spun around so her backside was facing Shirou. She leaned over and tried to touch her toes . Her stance was wide enough, and she was flexible enough that her breasts were between her knees.

"What are you doing Ayako," Shirou snarled as he drew his bow.

"Just stretching," Ayako replied, her voice shockingly even for how nervous and excited she was. "Got to get loose, if I'm going to beat you next round." Shirou released the bow string while he was staring right at her ass.

Ayako didn't hesitate to stand up and spin back around to face Shirou as he drew his final arrow from his quiver. She kicked her leg up as high as she could as he drew back the string and grabbed onto her knee, holding her leg up in that standing splits position. Like any red-blooded male would, his eyes drifted to her lace panties between her legs, and the outline of the cameltoe that she was proudly showing off. He released the string with his head not even aligned with the target.

Ayako let her leg drop and spun around with the biggest grin. That had been fun… "Well, Archer, that looks like my win. I look forward to seeing you at practice… What the fuck…!?"

Despite the perfection of her distraction, despite how Shirou had clearly paid as much attention to her as the target… despite all of that… he had won. And despite that, he had seemingly not missed at all… Two bullseyes and a four… enough to win by exactly one point. Again. He was taunting her.

"Looks like my win," Shirou smirked.

"It is…" Ayako whispered. "Uh… will you unhook me?"

Shirou moved as if in a trance to stand behind her again. She wanted this- this was her strange version of flirting… and he wanted it to… Who was he to deny her? His hands came up to her bra strap, and utilizing his experience with Artoria, he undid it in one move. He spun her around to face him, as the strap fell to the ground.

They were perfect… all of her was . Her breasts, too large to fit in the palms of his hands were completely uncovered. Her erect perky nipples stood at attention, and Shirou wanted so badly to bite down on them. The only clothing that remained was her panties. Her skin glowed crimson at the exposure, and she was shivering with arousal- it only made her look more delectable. His hand reached out to grab a hold of her.

"No!" Ayako slapped it away. "You can look, but you can't touch unless you're my boyfriend," she repeated.

"And you won't date anyone who isn't on the archery team," Shirou replied with a roll of his eyes.

"R-right."

"Shall we get on with the next round," Shirou growled predatorily.

"Yeah…" Ayako shivered as she picked up the bow. She was freezing now… it had to be his hungry gaze right? The feeling of her nakedness being exposed to a guy for the first time? Losing her bra shouldn't have her feeling like her body temperature had dropped twenty degrees!

Ayako drew back her bow and this time, Shirou made no move to touch her. He just stood across from her, and stared at her hungrily. Heat pooled in her nethers, but it did nothing to chase away the bite of the cold wind or the freezing shock that was every raindrop. She let the arrow fly… it missed the target entirely…

Shirou's countenance darkened, and he refused to comment on her shot- or the two after that. At the end, Ayako had her worst showing of the day. A measly nine points. It was an embarrassment… was there even a point in distracting Shirou this time?

Shirou had also lost interest, refusing to even look at her. "When I hit the bullseye on this first arrow, you will go get dressed- full clothes. Don't try to count losing your underwear as getting changed this time," he sounded distant, as he took up his bow. "If you aren't willing to go, and put on something more substantial… then this lesson is over. It was fun, but I won't have you endangering yourself by freezing to death."

Ayako nodded as her teeth chattered. She should needle him about only using one arrow- try to distract him into getting a nine… maybe she would have, if she had the chance. But the moment she nodded, Shirou drew the arrow and fired it in one fluid movement.

"Now, go get changed. You can borrow something from Fuji-nee, if you need." Ayako only glanced at the target for a second, and as expected the arrow was directly in the bullseye. Shirou really couldn't miss…

"No peeking Shirou," she warned as she stepped into the dojo proper to get changed into another outfit.

Shirou could not have been more upset with himself. He had gotten too distracted by her very appealing body, and might have endangered her health. He had forgotten that the only reason she was managing in so little clothes, was because Shirou had repeatedly cast strengthening magic on her clothes to improve its heat insulation. Every time she lost a garment… he had cast it on something new to keep her from freezing to death. Shirou got up to retrieve the arrows from the targets before their next round.

But Shirou had let his hormones win out, and hadn't stopped her from removing the bra- he hadn't thought with the correct head that time. And he had left her without any garment- it wouldn't have mattered if he hadn't superheated the bra… but he had and he couldn't exactly strengthen her skin without creating future problems. He had let his degeneracy win out… a part of him wanted to agree to join the archery team, purely out of guilt for how he had let things progress so far…

"Shirou!" Ayako called out. "What do you think of my new outfit?" She stood in the doorway, her hands folded behind her back, and leaned forward, so her cheek was against the doorframe. Shirou's gaze devoured her hungrily. And Ayako could not blame him in the slightest… she looked very much not like herself.

She was wearing fishnets… that was a first for her… she had worn them… but only in the privacy of her own room with the only audience being her mirror. She was also wearing a tight black corset that stopped at her breasts- barely containing her voluminous jugs. But what really completed the look was the black bowtie around her neck. She thought she could really rock that look… Of course, she knew that Shirou was less appreciative of her bow tie… and more appreciative of the black bunny ears on top of her head, and the fluffy white cotton tail that hung right above her ass.

Shirou took a step closer to her. "So…. what do you think?" Ayako repeated nervously. His eyes were burning with passion as he stalked toward her, and his eyes continued to drift from her breasts to her behind that was thrust out towards him. He growled lowly as he advanced on her.

He closed the distance between them in record time. His hand clamped down on her hip, and spun her around to face him, as he roughly pushed her against the door. "You are playing a dangerous game, Mitsuzuri," he snarled before whispering something soundlessly. His breath was ragged as his hands held both of her hips tightly.

Heat pooled from his palms as Ayako's entire body flushed a dark shade of crimson. She was practically burning up, not just between her legs but all over. "I… take it that means you like the outfit?" She replied unsteadily.

"You could say that," Shirou chuckled as he stepped closer.

"Hey! Haven't you ever heard of personal space, Emiya!?" Ayako squeaked. "We… uh… we're here for Archereeeee!" She squealed as Shirou's head was now close enough for her to feel his breath on her nose. "Back the fuck off Shirou! I'm not some whore!"

Shirou took the smallest of steps back, and loosened her grip on his hips ever so slightly, so she could squirm out of his grip if she wanted to. "Archery?" Ayako whispered nervously as she stared at his very hungry eyes… and she felt drool leaking from the corner of her mouth. Yuck. "Archery?" she repeated.

Shirou did not move. "What do you say we up the stakes of the next round?"

"What do you have in mind?"

" When I win, I get you," he promised and Ayako felt her legs buckle underneath her. "I will take you back inside- where it is warm, and fuck you until you forget how to stand. You'll be mine, Ayako. All mine..."

Her nethers throbbed painfully at his words, but Ayako still shook her head in denial adamantly. "I'm not doing that," she shot him down immediately. "You don't have anything else I want- and certainly not enough to do that. " Ayako wasn't sure how much she believed her own words, if Shirou had just asked her to be her boyfriend right then like a normal person, she would have jumped him right then and there, and begged him to claim what he wanted as a prize.

"The incentive for you wouldn't be a better reward, it would be that I would accept a handicap."

"Oh?" Ayako raised an eyebrow, as Shirou took a slight step back from her to explain himself.

"I will shoot this round blindfolded."

Ayako stared dumbly at him… him and that dammable smirk. "You're going to shoot blindfolded…" That wasn't possible! Maybe in ideal conditions, but that was so unbelievably dumb! And this wasn't ideal conditions! It was a fucking monsoon!

"I will," Shirou nodded immediately. "Still want to keep the stakes so low? Or do you want to actually have a chance at victory."

Ayako was going to wipe the smirk off of his face. "I'll accept your challenge… under one condition."

"Name it," Shirou didn't hesitate to agree. Was he that confident or was he trying to say he thought she was that terrible? Either way, she was going to wipe that damned smirk off his face. And make him take her on a proper date, before he fucked her until she couldn't stand.

"Not only will you join the archery club… but uh…" she smirked evilly as an idea came to her. She would make him reconsider. "If I win, you'll ask Tohsaka out on a date in front of the entire school tomorrow." Rin had rejected everyone… So why wouldn't she also reject Shirou? Embarrassing both Shirou and Rin in front of the entire school… The only better victory condition was having Shirou carry them to a championship at Nationals! Which he was also going to do!

"Deal," Shirou agreed without hesitation. Ayako stared at him as he did the same to her… for very different reasons. He hadn't hesitated?

"I'm testing your blindfold first," Ayako demanded insistently. "I'm not letting you cheat on this!"

"When have I ever been one to cheat?" Shirou actually sounded slightly offended.

Ayako scowled. "I don't know! Since when were you one to demand that I become your sex slave!?"

Shirou's smirk faded and he let go of her to take a step back. "I'm sorry… I shouldn't have-"

"No," Ayako growled, cutting off his apology. "I will just win. I want you… on the archery team that is!" She laughed nervously. "I don't want to be your sex slave… yeah!"

Shirou looked her up and down, his gaze a mix of hunger and concern this time, before nodding. "I'll go grab a blindfold from Fuji-nee's office then."

"She has a sleep mask we can use in there… Wait, you have a key?"

Shirou nodded and looked at the wall behind her. "Err… yeah, she gave me one… one time when she wanted me to bring her breakfast because she had too early of a meeting to mooch off me before she left." Shirou didn't give her a chance to reply, before turning away and going to find that blindfold or whatever in Fujimura's office.

Ayako stared out at the archery range, as she stepped into the oddly not freezing outdoors. She just had to make three shots… it didn't matter how good Shirou actually was with a fucking blindfold… just do good enough that it didn't matter. She was more than capable and his lessons had helped. She would make him regret asking her to raise the stakes and handicap himself.

All in all, Ayako was pretty satisfied with how that round had gone. To call it her best round of the night, was a massive understatement. She had hit a seven on her first shot- followed by her first bullseye without Shirou literally holding her hand. And followed it up with a nine. Twenty six points. In this fucking weather. The weather hadn't gotten better… she had just adapted to it. Just like Shirou had said she could… His teaching would be his downfall.

"Let me see that blindfold Shirou." Ayako demanded with a mix of confidence and nervousness. If it wasn't for that damnable smirk, Ayako would be on cloud nine. Shirou handed it over without hesitation. She pulled it over her eyes- and sure enough she couldn't see a thing- not even a hint of light through the mask. She handed it back to him. "Can I spin you first?"

"What is this, a birthday party?" Shirou asked with a chuckle. "Why not."

"Huh?"

"Shirou pulled the blindfold over his eyes. "Well are you going to spin me, or am I taking the shot now?"

No, I'll spin you!" Ayako didn't know what he thought he was pulling, but she wasn't going to refuse to take advantage. She grabbed his far too muscular of arms, and twirled a very willing Shirou in a circle a few times… and then a bit more after that… making him dizzy was a viable strategy, wasn't it?

Shirou held his bow in one hand, and put his other in the air one finger up. He slowly turned around some more, in the direction of the target. Ayako stared silently, not wanting to give him any hints as he stumbled around, to try to find the right place to stand…

And somehow he did.

"How?" Ayako demanded as Shirou lifted his bow. "Can you still see?"

Shirou shook his head. "It's not that difficult to find the right spot, Ayako. I just felt out the wind. It was hitting me from a different direction, so I just waited until I knew it was hitting me from the right direction." He took a step forward and to the left. "And now that you finally said something, I was able to find the exact position based on proximity to your voice, since I didn't exactly hear you move."

Ayako pouted at him while also glaring with a dropped jaw. It made for a very peculiar expression, one that no one would ever see from her. "That's bullshit!" Ayako protested. "You can't just feel it out without your eyes!"

"Blind people have some navigation without their eyes. There are even blind people who practice archery. Why would I only rely on one sense to hit the target? That is how you miss." He pulled back his bow string and let the arrow fly, without even turning his head in the direction of the target. Even if he could see a little through the mask somehow… he was willingly blinding himself. "There is one trick to archery. Just imagine the arrow hitting the target, and make that vision a reality."

It hit the dead center of the target, because of course it did. How could he not get the bullseye with a FUCKING blindfold. "Judging by your gasp, I'm assuming that I didn't miss?"

"How… No, I'm just shocked over how badly you missed." Ayako lied, not sure if she wanted Shirou to believe it and adjust to actually miss.

"If that was the case," Shirou responded with a smirk, "You would be celebrating that it was now impossible for me to win, and that I was joining the archery team." He let the second arrow fly.

The arrow flew through the air towards the target with perfect accuracy, before striking the but of his previous arrow dead on… it split the arrow in two, finding its way into the board… in the exact same spot at the center of the bullseye. The two halves of the wooden arrow flimsily flopped in the held together in the target.

"What the fuck!?" Ayako cursed, staring at Shirou and then back at the target, and then back at Shirou on repeat. "That is only supposed to be a thing in movies!" Her legs buckled… she had never been wetter in her life.

"So I take it, I did well?" Shirou asked with the most infuriatingly sexy smirk she had ever seen. He didn't waste time in pulling out his next arrow.

"Obviously! You fucking split the arrow in two! I've never even heard of an olympian doing that! No Archer is that talented! Especially not in this fucking weather!" Ayako normally wasn't one to curse like this… but she would make an exception this time.

"Oh, so I did hit the target," Shirou drawled lazily.

"Shut up, and do it again!" Ayako demanded, equally enthralled by his impossible shooting as she was excited for what came after.

"So demanding," Shirou muttered. He pulled back the bowstring and lined up his shot. "Hey Ayako? The bunny suit is staying on." He let the arrow fly. Once again, Shirou had done the impossible- splitting the arrow in twain like he was Robin Hood.

Ayako leapt at Shirou, the moment the arrow struck the target. Her lips crushed against his, demanding his full attention. It was the first kiss she had ever given a boy, and she threw every bit of passion she had into it. Shirou was caught off guard, his bow still held high in the air, but his arms dropped to his side immediately, the bow clattering to the floor as his body responded to hers.

Her heart hammered in her chest, a symphony of desire echoing through her veins as she felt his strong arms wrap around her, lifting her off the ground. Her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, the wetness of her excitement seeping through the fabric of her bunny suit. She had always found him attractive, but the sight of him blindfolded, conquering the archery range, had brought something new to the surface. Her body was alive with a need she had never felt before. This was something beyond even her wildest fantasies. It was like he was the literal god of Archery or something.

They stumbled through the doors of the dojo, the sound of their heavy breathing echoing through the empty space. Shirou's hands roamed her body, groping and exploring every curve with a hunger that matched her own. He pressed her against the wall, his mouth leaving a trail of kisses and nibbles along her neck, making her moan with each touch. The way his teeth grazed her sensitive skin sent shivers down her spine, and she tightened her grip in his hair, urging him closer.

Ayako felt a rush of heat between her legs, and she knew she was already wet for him. She had never been this turned on in her life. Every inch of her body was alive with a need that she hadn't realized was there until this moment. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, and her breath was coming in short, desperate gasps as his lips found their way to her collarbone, teasing the skin with gentle nibbles before moving back up to her neck.

Shirou's hands were everywhere, exploring the curves of her body with a confidence that made her knees weak. His strong, calloused fingers traced the line of her waist, her hips, and up her sides, making her quiver with anticipation. Each touch was electric, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. She could feel his very large erection pressing against her stomach, and she knew he wanted her just as badly as she wanted him- more even. He was the one who had proposed that she was his prize, after all. The greatest decision anyone had ever made in Ayako's life.

Her own hands weren't idle either, as they roamed over his broad shoulders and down his back, feeling the muscles ripple under his shirt. The fabric of his shirt was soaked through with rain, and she could feel the heat of his body through it. She slipped her hands under his shirt, feeling the smooth, wet skin and the firm muscles beneath. He was so much more ripped than she had ever imagined- and he was frequently built like a greek god in her fantasies.

Ayako's breath hitched in her throat as his teeth grazed the soft skin of her neck. The sensation was exquisite, a delicious mix of pleasure and pain that had her body arching into his touch. She felt his cock, hard and demanding, pressing against her core, and she knew she couldn't wait much longer. She didn't even care if it hurt. All she knew was that she needed him inside her, claiming her as his prize.

"Shirou," she moaned, her voice a breathy whisper. "Please..." He responded by moving his hands away from her hips.

"On your knees," he ordered. Ayako complied, her legs trembling slightly. She had never felt this vulnerable and turned on before, not even when she had been completely topless before him. As she knelt, the cold, hard floor of the dojo sent a jolt through her body, bringing her back to reality. His hands were at his belt, the clank of the metal sounding like a knight unsheathing his sword. Her eyes were glued to his pants, watching them fall to the floor, revealing his erection. It was... massive. She had seen them in movies, in magazines, but never in person. It was terrifying and thrilling all at once. They looked so much bigger in real life...

"Suck it," he said, his voice thick with need. "Be my slutty little bunny."

But Ayako found her voice, her resolve, her pride. "I'm not sucking your penis, while I'm still a virgin, Archer."

"You're a virgin?" He questioned. "I assumed..."

Ayako scowled at him. "What is that supposed to mean? I'm not some whore- heck, I've never even had a boyfriend!"

Shirou's face flushed and his flinch caused his cock to bob up and down in front of her nose. "That's now what I meant!" Shirou tried to explain. "I just meant that given your confidence in uh... stripping for me... that you had some experience?"

"Oh..." Ayako blushed and looked away.

"Do you still want to do this?" Shirou asked hesitantly. "I don't want to ruin your first time."

"Emiya, shut up. I'm your prize, so claim me." Ayako demanded. She maybe should want to stop, but she was too far gone at that point. The moment that Shirou had split that first arrow, Ayako had decided that she would give Shirou her everything.

Shirou nodded, his eyes burning into hers as he crouched beside her. With a strength that overwhelmed her, he pushed her onto her back, and she felt the coolness of the floor under her, the latex of the bunny suit sticking slightly to the wood. She watched with a mix of excitement and trepidation as he tore her suit apart. The sound of the fabric ripping filled the air, and she gasped as the cold hit her exposed skin.

"Shirou, that was expensive!" she whined, but there was a smolder in her eyes that gave away how much she liked this.

Shirou chuckled, his voice low and hungry. "If you care that much, I'll repair it myself." He leaned down and kissed her again, his hand moving to stroke her neck gently. "But first, I'm going to claim what's mine. I'll be gentle since it's your first time."

Ayako felt his hand move down her body, and she tensed as his fingers brushed over her clit. He lined himself up with her, and she felt the head of his cock push against her entrance. The anticipation was killing her, her body begging for more. But she had a surprise for him. "Fuck that," she snarled, pushing against his shoulders. "Take me like the prize I am. I want to feel you claim me, Shirou. Don't you dare be gentle like I'm some porcelain doll!"

He stared at her for a moment, his eyes dark with lust, before a smirk spread across his face. "As you wish, Ayako." With that, he thrust into her, filling her completely and sending a bolt of pain that mingled with pleasure so intense she couldn't tell them apart. She bit her lip to keep from screaming, her eyes squeezed shut tightly. He didn't wait, he didn't give her any more time to adjust. He just started moving, pounding into her with a ferocity that made the floorboards creak.

Her moans grew louder, her nails digging into his back as she tried to keep up with the relentless pace he set. She could feel every inch of him, stretching her, filling her in a way she never had been before. It hurt, but it was a delicious kind of pain that only added to the overwhelming pleasure. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth as she panted for breath, her voice reduced to incoherent noises of pleasure.

Shirou kissed her neck, his teeth nipping at her skin as he moved faster. "Fuck, you feel so good," he murmured, his voice strained. He was so deep inside her that she could feel him in her stomach, and she knew she was going to cum again. Her body was already tensing up, preparing for the release.

Her eyes rolled back in her head as the orgasm hit her, and she screamed his name. She felt him slow down for a moment, but then he picked up the pace again, driving into her as she writhed beneath him. He brought her to the edge again and again, never letting her rest, until she was begging him to stop, to let her catch her breath.

But Shirou didn't stop. He kissed her, his tongue invading her mouth, his teeth tugging at her bottom lip. His hands were on her breasts, squeezing and mauling them through the bunny suit, and she could feel the material stretch and give way under his rough touch. It was like nothing she had ever felt before, and she was lost in the sensations.

Her babbling grew incoherent, her mind a whirlwind of pleasure as she felt herself building up to another orgasm. She could feel the pressure inside her, the tightness that signaled her impending release. And just when she thought she couldn't handle any more, he brought her over the edge again. Her body convulsed around him, her muscles contracting in waves of ecstasy. She screamed into his mouth, her nails digging into his back so hard she was surprised she hadn't drawn blood.

Shirou pulled away, panting heavily, and she felt him swell inside her before he withdrew completely, the head of his cock dragging over her sensitive clit. He came with a roar, spurting cum all over her stomach and breasts, painting her in thick, white ropes. The heat of his release was almost too much, but she felt a strange sense of satisfaction watching him lose control.

When he was finished, he slumped over her, his breath hot against her neck. "Why did you stop?" she whined, her voice barely above a whisper. "I was having so much fun!"

Shirou chuckled in reply. "I didn't think you wanted to get pregnant... yet."

"Oh... thanks, I guess?" Ayako mumbled, still slightly put out over the sticky mess that was on her chest... and not in her cunt.

"What's wrong?" Shirou asked, a hint of confusion in his voice.

"You didn't cum inside me!" she complained, sounding almost like a petulant child.

Shirou chuckled, the sound sending waves of warmth through her body. "You don't want to get pregnant yet, do you?"

"Well, no, but..." she trailed off, feeling embarrassed.

The awkwardness of the moment was palpable as they both laid there, trying to catch their breath. It was Ayako who finally broke the silence, pushing herself up onto her knees and looking at Shirou with a determined glint in her eye. "Now that I'm uh... no longer a virgin, I believe I still owe you a blowjob..."

Shirou couldn't help but chuckle at her words, his cock already beginning to harden again at the thought of what was to come. "Ayako, you really don't have to-"

"Shut up, Archer," she snapped, cutting him off and he let out a pained groan. "You claimed me, now let me service you." With that, she reached out and took his still-throbbing member in her hands, feeling the heat and weight of it. She had never had one so close to her face before, and she was slightly intimidated by the size, but she was also curious and excited to explore.

Her first attempt was tentative, her tongue tentatively touching the tip. She gagged immediately, her inexperience showing. Shirou's eyes widened as she took in his size, her cheeks hollowing as she attempted to fit him in her mouth. He watched as she struggled, her teeth scraping along the sensitive skin, and he had to fight the urge to push deeper, to let her feel the full extent of his power.

But Ayako was stubborn, and she didn't want to disappoint. She took a deep breath and tried again, this time more aggressively, pushing her tongue down the length of his shaft. She felt him tense, his hips jerking slightly, and she knew she had found the right spot. Encouraged, she took him in deeper, her eyes watering as she tried to accommodate his size.

"Fuck," Shirou groaned, his hands tightening into fists at his side. "Your mouth is so tight..."

Ayako gagged again, her eyes watering, and she pulled back, coughing slightly. "I-I'm sorry, I'm not good at this..."

Shirou looked down at her, his expression a mix of lust and concern. "It's okay," he assured her. "Just relax."

But Ayako was determined. She leaned back in, taking a deep breath and plunging down onto his cock. She felt the head hit the back of her throat and she gagged, her eyes watering and her nose scrunching up. But she didn't pull away. Instead, she swallowed, taking him in deeper, feeling him stretch her throat. Shirou's hips reflexively pushed forward in response, causing her to gag loudly.

Tears streamed down her cheeks as she tried to focus on her breathing, her hands coming up to clutch at his thighs for balance. She could feel his pulse in the base of his cock, and the heat was overwhelming. His taste was faintly salty and musky, and she couldn't help but find it intoxicating. She slurped and bobbed her head, trying to get the hang of it. She knew she was doing it wrong, but she also knew that she didn't care. All that mattered was making him feel good. He deserved it after doing his best Robin Hood impression... while wearing a blindfold!

Shirou's hand found its way to her bunny ears on top of her head, guiding her movements gently at first before his grip tightened and he started to thrust into her mouth more forcefully. "Trace on," he muttered under his breath. She could feel his cock hit the back of her throat with every stroke, and she choked and spluttered around him, her eyes rolling back in her head. But she didn't fight it. Instead, she relaxed her throat and took him in, letting him use her mouth as he saw fit. It was humiliating and degrading, but also incredibly arousing.

Strengthening magic was a fascinating thing. It didn't just make something stronger. It enhanced the purpose of the object. The purpose of the headband with bunny ears that Ayako was wearing, was not just to look sexy. It was to keep her hair out of her face, and to stay on her head, even through strenuous activity. So when Shirou strengthened the headband, it anchored itself onto her head, and would not budge, no matter how hard Shirou pulled on her "ears" while fucking her.

Shirou groaned, his grip on her bunny ears tightening even further as he started to really fuck her face. She could feel his balls slapping against her chin with every thrust, and she knew he was getting close. The sound of her choking mixed with his grunts filled the dojo, and she felt like she was in a haze of pure lust. It was like nothing she had ever experienced before.

Shirou broke the haze, pulling out of her mouth, as Ayako doubled over and gasped for breath. "Sorry," Shirou whispered. "I got a bit rough and carried away."

Ayako looked up past his throbbing erection and into his golden eyes. "Do it again!" She demanded insistently. "Rough me up! Brutally fuck my face like you own me... because you do now!"

Shirou's expression was torn between concern and pure lust. He could see the tears streaming down her cheeks, the desperate hunger in her eyes, and the way she was begging for it. He knew she was pushing her limits, but the need to dominate, to claim her fully, was too great to resist. She wanted this as much as he did... He nodded, his eyes never leaving hers, and lined his cock back up with her open mouth.

He gripped her bunny ears, the flimsy material giving into his palms as he used them as leverage to plunge back into her throat. She gagged and sputtered around him, her eyes watering as he went deeper than before. He didn't go slow this time, didn't ease into it. He just took her, brutally fucking her mouth like she wanted. Her throat was so tight around him, the pressure building up as she choked and gagged. He felt her nails dig into his thighs, her hands desperately trying to push him away, but he didn't stop.

He held her in place, using her bunny ears as handles to control her movements. Every time she tried to pull back, he'd thrust in deeper, making her gag and cough. Her cheeks were flushed a dark red, and her eyes were wide with a mix of fear and pleasure. The sound of her struggling to breathe was like music to his ears. He had never been this rough with...

Shirou felt his orgasm approaching, and he knew he couldn't hold out much longer. He pulled out slightly, watching her gasp for air, her eyes pleading for more. "You want this?" He growled, and she nodded fervently. He slammed back in, holding her down by the ears and filling her throat with his cock.

Ayako's eyes rolled back in her head, and she could feel her throat clench around him. Her mouth was full of his cock, and she was choking, but she didn't care. All she could focus on was the feeling of his hard length sliding in and out of her, the way he was using her. It was everything she had ever wanted and more. This was so much better in real life than in her fantasies of having sex with him in the same place.

With a final, deep thrust, Shirou let out a roar, his cock swelling in her mouth. The first spurt of cum shot down her throat, and she swallowed greedily, eager to take all of him. But he was too much for her, and she felt a sudden pressure as he pushed her away. She coughed and sputtered, her eyes watering as ropes of cum spurted out of his cock, painting her face white. She had never seen anything like it before, and a strange sense of pride filled her.

"Mmph!" She managed to mumble through the thick salty liquid that coated her tongue and cheeks, a silent plea for more. Shirou's eyes widened, his own orgasm still not fully spent, and he couldn't resist her begging gaze. He stepped back, still holding her by the ears, and watched as the last few spurts landed on her cheeks, making streaks down to her chin. It was like a perverse form of art, a masterpiece painted by their passion and desire.

Ayako wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, trying to clear her vision as she stared up at him. She felt so... used. So claimed. It was a feeling she had never experienced before, and it was intoxicating. She licked her lips, tasting the remnants of his seed, and the urge to swallow the rest was almost overwhelming.

"You're so... fucking beautiful," Shirou murmured, his voice thick with lust. He reached down and stroked her cheek, smearing the cum even more. She leaned into his touch, craving the warmth of his skin against hers. "I've never seen anything more perfect than you... like this."

Ayako giggled. "You are such a guy, preferring me covered in cum instead of just in like a dress..."

"Sorry," Shirou quickly apologized.

"Don't you dare be sorry... it's fucking hot," Ayako cut him off. "I like being degraded by you..."

Shirou's eyes flashed with desire at her words, and in the blink of an eye, he was hard again. He reached down, his fingers wrapping around her wrists, and pulled her to her feet. Without a moment's hesitation, he spun her around and pushed her towards the wall, her body sliding against the cold surface. She let out a gasp as she felt the head of his cock press against her slick entrance from behind.

"You want it rough?" He whispered in her ear, his breath hot against her neck.

"Yeah," Ayako moaned, arching her back and sticking her ass out towards him. "I'm yours Shirou!"

With a feral grin, Shirou slammed into her, the suddenness of his entry making her yelp. Her knees buckled slightly, but she managed to stay upright, her palms flat against the wall to brace herself. His hands clamped down on her hips, holding her in place as he began to pound into her without mercy. The sound of their bodies colliding echoed through the dojo, a rhythmic symphony of lust.

Ayako's eyes rolled back in her head as she felt his thickness fill her up completely. She had never felt so full before, so... claimed. It was exhilarating and terrifying all at once. "Fuck me like you own me," she moaned, her voice shaking with the intensity of her pleasure.

Shirou obliged, his grip tightening as he thrust into her. Each stroke was deeper than the last, each one pushing her closer and closer to the edge. She let out a scream of bliss as she came, her walls clenching around him like a vice. He didn't stop though, his hand coming down in a hard slap across her ass, making her jolt and cry out.

"Again," she begged, her voice a mix of pain and pleasure. "Spank me harder, Shirou! Fuck me until I forget how to walk like you promised!"

Shirou's hand came down on her ass with a resounding crack, and she yelped, the pain sending a jolt of electricity through her body. Her pussy clenched around his cock, and she could feel her orgasm building again. Each slap was like a hot brand against her skin, leaving her flesh red and sensitive. She pushed back into him, eager for more, her moans echoing off the dojo walls. His thrusts grew more punishing, the head of his cock brushing against her g-spot with every plunge.

Her breasts had escaped the confines of the bunny suit with the force of his thrusts, the fabric strained till it lost its grip, and they bounced freely with every impact of his hips against her ass. The sight of them was too much for Shirou, and he leaned down, his teeth grazing the skin of her neck as he took the nipple in between his fingers. He bit down, just hard enough to make her gasp, and she felt her pussy clench around him. She could feel her climax approaching, her entire body tightening as he switched his attention to the other breast, pinching and twisting the nipple as he sucked on her pulse point.

Ayako's eyes rolled back, and she threw her head back, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She could feel her walls spasming around him, begging for release. "Don't stop," she whimpered, her voice barely a whisper. "Please... I need it..."

With a final, brutal thrust, she felt herself come undone, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm. Her nails dug into the floor, leaving little half-moons in the wood as she screamed his name. "SHIROU!" It was almost perfect- there was just one more fantasy left for him to fulfill.

Before he could even react, Ayako slipped off his cock, feeling the loss like a cold gust of wind, and dropped down onto her hands and knees. She wiggled her hips, making her bunny tail sway in the air. Looking over her shoulder with a mischievous smile, she panted, "Fuck me like a proper bunny."

The sight of her in that position was almost too much for Shirou to handle. He stumbled backward slightly, his cock standing at attention, still wet with her juices. He swallowed hard, trying to regain his composure, and then knelt behind her. He grabbed her bunny ears, the plush material giving way to the firmness of her skull beneath, and pulled her head back, arching her spine like a bow.

"You're so eager," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "But you're the one who lost, remember?"

"Yeah, yeah, I know," she replied, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "But I want it like this, okay?"

He didn't need any more prompting. With a grin that was half lust and half amusement, Shirou lined up his cock and pushed into her. The angle was new, and she felt him hit a spot that made her entire body clench around him. She moaned, her eyes rolling back in her head, as he began to thrust.

It was slow at first, deliberate and deep. Each stroke was a declaration of his ownership over her, and she reveled in it. His hands tightened on her bunny ears, guiding her, holding her in place as he fucked her from behind. She could feel his breath on her neck, hot and ragged, as he whispered sweet nothings and dirty promises into her ear.

"Your pussy is so tight," he groaned. "It's like a fucking vice."

"That's because it's never had anything this big in it," she managed to reply, her voice shaking with the effort of speaking. "Just a dildo that barely came close to you... I'm not some whore."

He chuckled, the sound sending a shiver down her spine. "You're going to take it all again, aren't you?"

"I want to," she whispered softly. "I want all of you."

Their bodies moved together in a slow, sensual rhythm, their grunts and moans echoing through the dojo. The floor was hard and unforgiving beneath her, but she didn't care. All that mattered was the feeling of his cock filling her up, the way her breasts bounced with every thrust, the way his hands impossibly managed to yank her head back by just her fake bunny ears attached to a headband.

Shirou's grip tightened on the plush material, using it to control her, to angle her just right. The feeling was almost painful, but it just made her wetter, made her want him to go deeper, to claim her in every way possible. She could feel every inch of him, feel every vein and ridge as he moved inside of her. Her pussy was so sensitive now, so swollen and needy that she was surprised she could still walk.

"Harder," she whimpered, pushing back against him. "I want it harder, Shirou."

He didn't need to be asked twice. With a low growl, he slammed into her, making her teeth rattle. She could feel him getting closer, his strokes becoming erratic as his own orgasm approached. Her body was tense, coiled tight like a spring, waiting for release.

"Come for me, Ayako," he murmured in her ear, his breath hot against her skin. "Let me see you cum again."

Her eyes squeezed shut as she felt the first waves of pleasure wash over her. Her back arched, her body quivering as she climaxed, her nails digging into the floor for purchase. She could feel the muscles in her stomach contract, could feel her pussy clench around him as she rode the waves of her orgasm.

And then he was there, too. She felt his cock swell even larger inside of her, felt the warmth of his cum spurt out, painting her back and the back of her neck. It was more than she had ever seen before, and she reveled in it, feeling it dribble down her spine and pool at the base of her neck.

They both collapsed onto the floor, panting and grinning at each other. The wood was cold against her skin, but she didn't care. All she could do was lie there, staring at the man who had just fucked her silly. And he was staring at her just as much, her body drenched in splatters of his cum, and her face flushed. Her breasts heaved as she tried to catch her breath, his golden eyes absorbing every inch of her. "That was..." Ayako muttered breathlessly.

"Yeah..." Shirou agreed. "I can't believe we just did that... and for so long..."

"It was something..." Ayako agreed. "So worth losing... on purpose."

Shirou growled and pulled her into a bruising kiss. "You did not lose on purpose."

"Care to test that?" she whispered, her hands tracing the muscles of his chest. "We could have that wager again."

Shirou chuckled darkly. "Or we could skip the foreplay... our bet didn't exactly have a term limit."

Ayako shuddered as she imagined Shirou pinning her against the lockers during school and fucking her in the hallway. "Fuck..." She gasped before slamming her lips against his once more. His tongue wrestled with hers before they pulled back, foreheads pressed against the other's.

"So does this mean we're dating now?" Ayako asked with a grin.

"I mean technically it doesn't... Although, how much it matters, since I'm not ever letting you go, either way... Ayako Mitsuzuri would you-"

Ayako kicked his shin to cut him off. "Rude. I have to win a bet with Tohsaka!"

"Oh? I wouldn't want you to let Rin Tohsaka of all people beat you... What-"

"Yes! So we are dating! First one to get a real boyfriend wins! Loser has to obey all of the winner's commands for a day!" Ayako steamrolled any of his protests before he could voice them.

"In that case-"

"Think carefully about your next words Archer," she growled. "I'm not doing this again unless you're my boyfriend."

Shirou growled in reply. "I will agree to be your boyfriend."

"You will! Yes! In your face, Tohsaka!"

"On one condition."

"That's not how dating works."

"You never call me Archer again."

Ayako stared at him and pouted but nodded. "Fine, Robin Hood." She was disappointed in the fact that not even his eyebrow twitched. He actually looked content with that nickname? She would have to try harder to find something that got a rise out of him like being called Archer did.

"Ayako Mitsuzuri, will you agree to be my girlfriend?" He proposed.

Ayako blushed and rolled her eyes. "I already asked you out, Tametomo. And for our first date... I decided that we will go to Tokyo and participate in an archery competition on the same team..." She smirked cheekily at him.

"That's a terrible first date," Shirou shot her down immediately.

"But-"

"I can just join the archery club to spend more time with my new girlfriend and we can-" He was cut off by Ayako throwing herself on top of him, and trying to jam her tongue as far down his throat as possible.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" Ayako cheered when she pulled back for air. "We are so going to win nationals!"

Omake:

Ayako groaned as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes. "Hey," Shirou was gently shaking her shoulder. "Breakfast is ready." He said something else, but Ayako missed it in her grogginess of the morning.

"Let me get 'ressed first," she mumbled sleepily, her words slurred. "I'll come soon…" Normally, Ayako was one to eat breakfast in her pajamas… but she wasn't exactly wearing any tonight. She was completely naked… after a very long night of being pounded into the mattress by Shirou.

Her mom was going to murder her… She hadn't come home last night, but instead spent the entire night out with Shirou- most of it just having sex. Although, Shirou had at least had the decency to take her out for dinner and a movie- even if he fucked her in the bathroom at the restaurant, and she spent the entire movie on his lap. When they got back to his place, it was already dark out, but that hadn't stopped her and Shirou from staying up irresponsibly late, making love until she passed out. If the first day was any indication, having a boyfriend was great.

She pulled on her clothes, just some baggy sweatpants and a loose fitting tank top. She would change into real clothes after she showered… she needed one of those badly- one without Shirou fucking her during it and defeating the purpose. Her vision was still hazy as she stumbled down the hall, back towards where she thought the dining room was.

She sat down at the kotatsu without thinking about it. "Morning Tohsaka," she grumbled as she took a bite off the plate set out before her. She moaned at the taste. She looked up from the dish, and meye a pair of blue eyes…

"Tohsaka!" She exclaimed, spitting out her food.

"Mitsuzuri!" Rin shouted back and did the same.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" They demanded in unison.

"I could ask you the same thing!" Rin snarled.

"I have every reason to be here!" Ayako argued.

"Like what? Because I've been living here for a few months now!"

"What!?"

"Ayako! Rin!" Shirou shouted from the kitchen. "Please don't fight. I did warn you that the other would be here already."

"No you didn't!" They argued in unison.

Shirou sighed. "Well now you know. Please do not fight during meals." He turned to his assistant chef. "Sorry about that Sakura," he whispered.

They both grumpily retook their seats and glared at each other as they ate the meal. "So what brings you here, Mitsuzuri?" Rin asked, her face a mask of false politeness and overly sickeningly sweet.

"Well…" She trailed off and smirked evilly. "Sorry… Can you go grab my uh… socks out of Shirou's room? My feet are a bit cold…"

"And why on earth would I ever do that?" Rin replied curtly. "Go get them yourself."

Ayako beamed at the predictable reply. "Because I won the bet silly! Shirou asked me to be his girlfriend! That makes you my slave for the day!" The look on Rin's face was the most hilarious thing she had ever seen.

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A/N:Idk if Ayako Mitsuzuri is at all in character, I barely remember how she's portrayed in canon outside of the prologue, but I do really like the character I wrote here. Had a lot of fun with the whole mix of teasing Shirou and trying to win, while being more turned on every time Shirou flexes his godly Archery skills. The Shirou I wrote became more Archer than I intended after having him constantly addressed as Archer, but not consistently that. Just a more snarky Fate route adjacent Shirou, idk how to feel about him.

Shirou did actually miss the first shot of the round where Ayako lost her bra after, just missed with a four so he could lock in and recover. Exercising in his peripheral vision was almost successful the first time though.

Both Rin and Sakura were obviously crushing on Shirou, and both are not happy about losing him to Ayako, even if they're glad he finally is moving on, and hold out hope that his relationship with her will be temporary. Ayako's stakes of winning the bet being him asking out Rin would not have ended up at all the way she expected.

First and probably only time I will do an omake. They are not my style, that scene just didn't feel like I could fit it without adding a ton of in between to get there, and it was too funny to not write. Shirou told them both the other was there when they were half asleep and pre-coffee.

Blind Archers do actually exist, but I think they use some sort of stabilizer post thing for reference to location based on the Youtube videos I have seen. The idea of wind applying unevenly is factually true, but in most real world examples the effect is so incredibly minimal that there is very little value in calculating wind speed the way Shirou does in this to my understanding. The idea of an object spinning more increasing air resistance is not completely baseless, but the effect is again very minimal and it's very hard to judge. It also usually works against the arrow because more gyrospin leads to greater velocity loss as the object travels in most instances, so shooting usually is harder with more spin because of that (My actual understanding of all this is related to not-archery, so idk how much actually applies). Shhhh as I said, not an Archer and science was taking too much time to figure out how to do things accurately.

In my head, Shirou in Archery is the scene in Spiderman PS4 where he is just like oh yeah, I do advanced trigonometry in a millisecond every time I launch a web to not die!

Don't have a ton to say about this one, but it might be my favorite prompt response I've done, even if I don't know that it's objectively the best.

The next "prompt" is probably me freestyling something based on the current event on NA, since I have felt inspired by it and want to line it up time wise. I do have 1.9 other prompts finished though, so a chance it's one of those two instead. (The more likely one being NTR).

No prompt theme this week. Just give me your best normal shit, you haven't done already. Try to make them longer than one scene, even if it's only one sex scene. I want a chance to actually build characters thanks.

Leave Kudos, subscribe to me and this fic to not miss future prompt responses. Please comment more prompts even though I have plenty, I like having options and just reading them. Chronological order has no bearing on what I do next, I choose what's vibing for me at the time- that often isn't actually the one I like the best annoyingly.