#niki reader

the shrill sound of bells ringing signaled the end of the final round! on one side a boy slumped, hunched over, eyes unfocused, without any strength left, on the other niki, as everyone called him; a thin trickle of blood ran from his brow down to his chin where it dripped and stained the rubberized floor, but the adrenaline simply kept him from caring.

the central referee approached, pulling him by the shoulder and raising his arm, victorious. he smiled tiredly, showing off his mouthguard covered in diamond patterns and looking around.

the arena went wild.

nishimura was the sensation of the moment, pointed out by several articles as the 'future of mma', he was only 20 years old, but had a great thirst for victory. banners were raised in celebration and you, the boy’s agent, stood outside clapping and shouting encouragement. with that result he could finally earn better sponsors, and climb quite a bit in the rankings. the team gradually gathered, some hugging, others greeting each other as they exchanged congratulations...

that is... until the announcer drew everyone’s attention again.

"wait, what’s this? it looks like the jury panel are signaling to the referee! they’re checking the footage from the second round!", the celebration was interrupted.

quickly the feeling of excitement was replaced by one that made the heart race just as much; anxiety. you hurried over as well, alongside your boy who stepped down from the octagon with his eyes widening, not understanding. "what’s going on? i won, didn’t i?", he asked hoarsely and breathless after removing the mouthguard. his sweaty, heated body slowly beginning to feel the thermal shock from the venue’s air conditioning.

the arena fell into complete silence as the commentators explained the situation and the replay was shown on the big screens.

the two of you came closer to the panel where they analyzed the monitors. on each screen, different timings of the replay showed riki being pressed against the fence. to avoid being taken down, his fingers, by instinct, curled into the gaps of the wire mesh, pulling it to regain balance. it was a half-second movement and enough for the judges to change the score.

"ladies and gentlemen, we have an unbelievable turn of events! confirmed! violation for holding the fence in the second round. the judges are deducting one point from fighter nishimura. with that, the final score that would have been 29-28 in favor of the japanese fighter now becomes 28-28. we have a majority draw!"

the suspense in the arena, however, was not broken by any of the spectators - who were still trying to understand how something like that could nullify such an overwhelming victory - but instead by the opposing coach, who let out a mocking laugh, intentionally commenting out loud that the prodigy was just another cheater.

and he got exactly what he expected. it was the perfect trigger. within seconds riki had him by the collar, gripping him - to the point his knuckles turned white - eyes locked, nostrils flared, asking over and over if the man would repeat that to his face and saying they could settle his discomfort in a more direct way. the grip was so tight that the tape wrapped around his fingers snapped and the other man’s shirt collar stretched loose.

the scene played before your eyes like slow motion.

when you first met the boy, it was during one of the sponsor visits to the gym where he trained. the group had asked the boys to organize among themselves to fight and show their best. the matches would all be balanced and everyone knew each other, without exception. there was only one problem, none of the others wanted to fight him.

at first, he was just another quiet dude, head down, lip bruised in a familiar way, but as the eliminations went on, riki grew more and more intimidating, more aggressive and out of control. it was in the final bout when he wouldn’t stop hitting even as his teammate tapped the floor in surrender that your superior decided to call him to sign an exclusive contract. he was young, very strong, a bit unbalanced, but your boss believed that with some guidance from a personal agent he could achieve great results; in other words, he was willing to turn riki into his fighting dog and profit enormously from him.

members of both teams moved to pull them from each other, the man raising his hands as if surrendering, reinforcing the blond’s image of being unstable. the head coach grabbed riki by the shoulders, dragging him away toward the locker rooms, and you threw a towel so they could cover his face while passing through the press and the crowd gathering at the exits.

the previous silence now gone, shouts, questions, the sound of camera flashes, commentators once again discussing the fight and technical mistakes that had already proven fatal in other mma moments. you refrained from answering any reporters, leaving the arena with the rest of the team.

"that was quite a reaction from little niki, don’t you think?", one commentator remarked, triggering laughter from the other two. "i think he needs to learn a thing or two about temperament before trying to climb the rankings."

***

as soon as you finally entered the room, the first thing you saw was nishimura throwing his gloves away, hard and far, then moving to kick the coffee table - and the decorations on top of it - and punching the nearest drywall. the blond’s voice came out like an angry growl as he cursed in his native language.

the coach wore an expression of someone not surprised by the reaction and who would do nothing to stop it, the cutman didn’t even dare suggest cleaning the open cut on the boy’s eyebrow, everyone grabbing their gear and leaving the ticking time bomb to you. "see you at the meeting" the last one said on his way out, and you gave a faint smile, arms crossed, waiting for riki to sit on the couch before approaching him.

the boy dropped onto the narrow black leather sofa and held his head with both hands, elbows resting on his knees, staring down.

"have you calmed down a bit? you know i’m not coming near you while you’re like this, right?" your voice was low, calm, restrained.

there was no answer, but he didn’t move anymore either, just tapping his bare foot repeatedly against the floor, anxious, impatient.

you picked up the hoodie he had brought in his bag and carried it over to him, sitting beside him and extending the change of clothes. "get changed, i’ll tell the driver to wait for us at the back entrance" you said. riki snatched the item from your hands, clicking his tongue as he stood up to put them on.

the exchange of messages on your phone was brief, everyone was always on standby on competition days. and it was obvious you would play dumb about all the adjacent messages the sponsor had already sent you, at least for now. truthfully, you weren’t in a much better position than the fighter, it was your first real job, and you were still in your early twenties; it wasn’t as if you inspired much respect from the man who paid a large portion of your salary.

riki finished dressing and put on sunglasses, slinging his backpack over his shoulder and walking out behind you.

if you were good at playing dumb with the agency’s demands, he was good at pretending the media didn’t exist. he didn’t stop to answer invasive questions or even the reasonable ones, didn’t smile, and didn’t step aside, which resulted in several shoulders being bumped. the young man slid into the back seat of the car and slammed the door shut while you once again declined interviews and blocked one of the cameras pressed against the window trying to film and photograph through the tinted glass, before walking around and getting in on the other side.

"where to?"

"let’s head back to the apartment. you’re off after that, aj."

"thank you, ma'am."

the ride inside the vehicle was suffocating. the low volume of the radio did nothing to ease the tension. riki stared out the window, but his aura radiated a state of nerves that made your skin prickle; it was almost as if his anger wasn’t limited to the mistake he had made or the opponent’s provocation, but to everyone who had witnessed it… everyone who had been there during his humiliation, especially you.

***

the door opened after you entered the code into the digital lock. nishimura walked in, still head down, without saying a word since the arena. he tossed his backpack somewhere in the living room and went straight to his bedroom, slamming the door behind him. you sighed and headed to the kitchen, getting some water for yourself and leaning against the counter before returning one of the many calls you had received.

"yes, yes, he’s aware of the rules. he has been training, yes" you replied unenthusiastically. "i understand the frustration, sir, i understand about the sponsorships as well, but it was a technical mistake and-, i’ll handle it".

your exact role as niki’s agent was to manage his career, the bureaucratic and unbearable part, the marketing, what he posted on instagram or what he absolutely could not post. however, from the very first day, you had both been placed to share an apartment, and so your extra function became that of a full-time babysitter.

you grocery shopped together, bought clothes, you were the one who received his deliveries, you were the one the boy talked to about trivial things and the more complicated feelings, it was you he called to watch a movie or try a new recipe, to watch him play some game he liked, or simply sit in the same space doing nothing. in short, the closest person he had since the contract.

you knew about his explosive temper, knew about the heavy armor he hid behind when things didn’t go his way, knew about the distance from his family… you also knew he was always in a good mood when he had natto for breakfast, that he loved playing basketball on the court of the apartments complex, and that he preferred handheld consoles over computer games.

riki was young, even younger than you. carrying the weight of thousands of people’s expectations on his shoulders. he needed to perform well, he needed to qualify, climb the rankings, win… he needed to be “the niki” people admired. there was no room to be anything else.

you answered a few more emails and put your phone on silent, not intending to respond to anything else. you finished your water and turned around, leaning back against the marble counter as you opened the delivery app. if you ordered his favorite food, maybe you could sit down and talk for a bit.

you ordered from the restaurant you were already used to. rice balls, ramen, some grilled meat, and a taiyaki for dessert.

you left your phone there and went to the bathroom, grabbing a first aid kit from the cabinet before heading to his room. you knocked once, calling softly, and on the second try you noticed the door wasn’t locked. when you stepped inside, riki was finishing putting on a pair of jeans, the fresh scent mixing with his woody cologne, his broad back still dotted with droplets of water running down, making it clear he had just come out of the shower.

"are you going out? i just ordered food" leaning against the doorframe, watching him.

"not in the mood" he answered dryly, sitting on the edge of the bed to put on his sneakers.

"you should at least take care of your cut first," you said simply, receiving a faint side smile as a response; meaning: he wouldn’t. "i see" you concluded. "well, don’t do anything you’ll regret later" you added before stepping away from the doorway.

that was new.

he usually stayed quiet for a while after one of his outbursts, but he always preferred staying home, specifically in his room. you thought maybe he just needed some air, or a change of scenery. so you didn’t insist. truthfully, you didn’t have the energy to either, since the situation was awful for everyone.

you walked to the living room and dropped onto the couch, burying your face into the cushions. you always felt like screaming whenever things slipped out of control, but you never did, always wanting to set an example for him. you always chose to put on headphones or take an extra long hot shower, but never to physically release your feelings, even though you were fully aware it would probably be far more effective.

"have fun-" you were cut off by the loud sound of the front door slamming shut as he rushed out. "okay…"

***

neon lights sliced through the room in shades of blue and violet, but to riki, everything looked monochrome. the loud music pounded against his temples, as if the dj himself were there hammering at his skull, competing with the relentless echo of those infernal bells from the octagon and the commentators’ laughter that wouldn’t leave his head. the drink in his hand had already gone warm, the melted ice watering down the liquor he barely felt like swallowing whenever he brought it to his lips.

in front of him stood a pretty girl whose name he had already forgotten three times. her lips moved animatedly. it was something irrelevant, maybe about a party or someone they both knew, but to him it sounded as interesting as an ant crossing the asphalt.

riki was there, but his mind was elsewhere.

he was back in the arena, replaying moments from the fight and searching for some way he could have avoided the penalty. he was in the locker room, under his team’s eyes once again forced to endure his loss of control. and finally, he was at the apartment. more specifically, on the expression you made. that tired look, the low voice trying to be his safe harbor even when he acted like an animal. the way you held the first aid kit, ready to care for a cut he couldn’t even feel, but that you seemed determined to heal with all the patience in the world.

he felt a familiar tightness in his chest. the boy hated not being in control. hated the contract that bound him, hated having started at the top without being ready for the fall, and hated, above all, that the only person he truly wanted to scream at, cry with, or simply exist beside in silence was the same person who had to be his professional "babysitter".

it was maddening. how could they expect him to keep his hands off you when you were the one who picked up his pieces every single time? it infuriated him that that damn phone was always between you, reminding him that you were paid to be there. he wanted you there because you wanted to be, not because some old man could fire you if you weren’t.

"hey, are you even listening to me?"

the girl’s hand touching his arm felt like an unwanted electric shock. he blinked, dragged back into the suffocating reality of the bar. he looked at her fingers against his skin and felt an immediate recoil; it wasn’t the touch he wanted. it didn’t carry the soft perfume you wore, nor was it firm and subtle like yours.

he forced an awkward smile, the kind he used for cameras when he wanted to be left alone.

"i need to go" he muttered, his voice rough from disuse.

the girl parted her lips, confused about what reason he could possibly have. he leaned in and placed a chaste kiss on her cheek, an automatic gesture from someone whose body was already turned toward the exit. he stepped away from the table, ignoring the protest forming at the tip of her tongue, and pushed through the crowd.

***

the ride back was a thin line between unease and regret. as soon as riki stepped out of the bar, the icy dawn breeze hit his face like a bucket of cold water, but what truly chilled him was the phone screen: zero notifications.

usually, when he stayed out past two in the morning, there was always a message from you. a sarcastic "did you get lost on the way?" or a picture of the tv paused on a movie you both liked, a silent invitation for him to return. the absence made the knot already tight in his throat feel like it had turned into a sailor’s knot.

as if conditioned by that emptiness, he climbed onto his bike and started the engine. the machine’s growl echoed through the street, and as he accelerated, the streetlights blurred into dotted streaks along the horizon. the building’s automatic gate seemed to take forever to rise, every inch of metal dragging upward while the boy’s leg bounced anxiously against the pedal.

he entered the apartment abruptly, the beep of the digital lock cutting through the air. the living room lights were low, casting long, cozy shadows. spotify was still connected, playing a soft instrumental that filled the silence, and on the table, a few beer cans showed that you had tried, in your own way, to cope with the night’s frustration.

nishimura stopped. a small smile appeared when he saw you there, curled up among the couch cushions. you were dozing, one hand beside your head, the other resting on your stomach, now exposed where your shirt had ridden up slightly in your sleep. so serene and unguarded, so different from the composed posture you always carried, the one he knew was exhausting.

he approached slowly, kneeling on the rug to be at your level. the scent of your perfume mixed with the familiar air completely disarmed him. with rough, calloused fingers, he reached out and brushed your cheek in an almost imperceptible caress.

"i’m sorry" he whispered. his deep voice came out unsteady, heavy with everything he hadn’t managed to say before.

the warmth of his touch and the sound of his voice stirred you awake. your eyes opened slowly, focusing on the japanese boy watching you with an intensity you rarely saw.

"i thought i’d have to put your face on a ‘missing’ poster" you murmured, your voice thick with sleep, a gentle tease to break the tension.

that drew a genuine smile from him, the first of the night to reach his eyes, but the movement pulled at the skin of his brow. he hissed softly through his teeth, bringing his fingers to the cut he had ignored the entire time. the sting finally caught up with him.

you sat up. gently, you held his face, guiding riki’s head down until it rested in your lap. he didn’t resist; on the contrary, he let his full weight sink, eyes closing as he felt your small, soft hands steadying him. "let’s take care of this, hm?" you said quietly, your fingers tracing the line of his jaw.

there it was, the tenderness riki had never learned how to receive, yet desperately craved. the softness of your skin against his, the comfort of someone who shared none of his blood. closer, and impossibly out of reach. he simply nodded, his chest falling with a long, deeply held sigh.

***

the taller one sat on the closed toilet lid while you remained standing between his legs. the kit with bandages, alcohol, cotton, and healing ointment lay open on the bathroom sink. with one hand, you held his chin, keeping it lifted. dark, sharp eyes watched you the entire time, warm, steady breaths brushing against the back of your hand or your wrist whenever you pressed the alcohol-soaked cotton to the wound that was beginning to form a thin scab.

"you’re probably the most stubborn person i know, you know that?" you teased, but he simply nodded, his focus completely fixed on you. "good… because if that cut gets infected, you’ll have to take out your piercing…"

riki would listen to you talk for hours, even if it was just to complain about him and his reckless actions. he watched your lips, your eyes, your lashes fluttering softly, your neck, your collarbones, your smooth skin that mocked him and the desires hidden behind every swallow of his throat. he wasn’t much of a talker on his own, but when he was with you, it felt like a sport, and he would watch every season where you were the main objective.

"noona…" he called.

"shh… this is going to sting a little, i’m going to spray the antiseptic…"

"yn…" he insisted, lifting his hands to your wrists, holding them so you would look back at him.

"yes, i’m listening…" you looked down and found a different expression on his face. it wasn’t anger, nor that neutral mask he wore when he didn’t want to be bothered, nor even the guilty look of a scolded puppy. he looked feverish, eyes shining with something uncertain that made your heart skip a beat. you were about to ask if he was feeling alright, but your words vanished when riki buried his face against your chest.

"niki…"

"no… not like that…" he muttered, shifting slightly.

"riki…" you ran your fingers through his soft hair in a half-caress, noticing as he lifted his face just enough to stare up at you. "what are you-"

"don’t ask questions you already know the answer to" his large hands slid higher, fingers intertwining with yours.

"we’ve already talked about this…"

"have we?" he challenged, and you pressed your lips together.

"it’s in the contract"

"i don’t care…" he said, leaning into you again, inhaling deeply, absorbing your scent before turning his face, rubbing softly as if seeking comfort. "i need you"

"i’m here…"

"you don’t understand…" his voice vibrated against you, the familiar growl surfacing as his nerves tightened. "i’m at my limit"

he pulled back once more, looking at you.

"i understand how things work now. i understand the road is long, that i’m still a rookie, that i’m not as good as the journals say…" his grip tightened around your fingers, not to hurt. "but this contract… i can’t do it anymore. honestly, i don’t give a damn about it. and i’m so tired of denying… denying that i need you. not as a caretaker who organizes my schedule, but as a woman… my woman"

your cheeks burned, the air suddenly too thin in your lungs. but he didn’t stop. his gaze dropped, intense, almost obsessive.

"you think i don’t notice? the way you bite the end of that pen while frowning at my planner? the way you straighten your posture and hold your elbows when you’re nervous?" he shook his head, as if the confession itself exhausted him. "i tried… i tried going out with other girls, tried feeling anything that wasn’t the same indifference i feel with paparazzi… but it doesn’t work. none of them are you". he let out a soft breath of a laugh. "i know i’m terrible with feelings, i can’t even explain them properly, but this…" he guided your joined hands to his chest, where his heart pounded like a caged beast. "this is clear to me"

the heat radiating from him felt overwhelming. your fingers burned, the bathroom air thickened, your vision blurred. you tried to pull away, clumsy, attempting to free yourself.

but riki’s reflexes were too quick.

before you could reach the doorknob, he rose, strong arms circling your waist from behind, pulling you flush against his broad, heated chest. the contact was immediate, his jeans against your hips, his lips near your ear.

"running away? pretending your heart isn’t racing just like mine?" he pressed a slow, damp kiss beneath your ear, making you shiver. "tell me… do you really feel nothing? you really don’t want me at all?"

to seal the fate of that night, riki turned you gently yet firmly toward the large bathroom mirror. the reflection revealed the stark contrast. You, flushed, breathless, held against his solid frame. his hands slid upward, palms exploring the lines of your body, one circling your neck, the other lifting your chin.

"look at us…" he commanded, his face close to yours. "tell me i’m the only one who’s lost control… tell me you don’t want me too…"

***

the confined space made everything feel claustrophobic. your mind swirled with emotions, yet none of them involved denying that you wanted him too. how many times had you caught yourself watching his sharp profile, his jawline, his perfect lips, his sweat-slicked torso, muscles tightening at the gym or during training. it was impossible not to notice. and like a switch flipping, you turned toward him, hands framing his face as you pulled him down into a kiss.

the boy was surprised for exactly one second before responding with enthusiasm. the kiss was a collision. the way your mouths clung together, lips crushing, your slender fingers sliding up to the back of his neck. riki sniffed softly, almost in relief, bending further over you, craving more contact. one of his hands braced against the mirror, the other slid down to your thigh, gripping firmly as he pulled you closer.

he lifted you, setting you onto the cold marble counter, drawing a heavy gasp from you. the walls seemed to close in around you both, the tension far too thick to stay contained there. riki held you with ridiculous ease, stumbling through the doorway with you toward the living room, never breaking the kiss for even a second.

he dropped you onto the couch possessively and, in one fluid, impatient motion, crossed his arms to pull his shirt off, tossing it somewhere without care.

you parted your lips, breath uneven, eyes roaming over his sculpted torso, the tattoo trailing along his ribs. your senses blurred, and you couldn’t help it, the tip of your tongue slipped out, wetting your lower lip as you devoured him with your gaze.

riki smirked before kneeling again, hands gripping your hips as he pulled you to the edge of the couch. he didn’t need to ask for help; your fingers were already at your jeans, undoing them so he could slide the fabric down and off you.

"damn…" his eyes swept over your thighs, quick, hungry, hands roaming shamelessly. he lifted one of your legs over his shoulder, turning his head to bite and suck, leaving a reddening mark.

"you are going to eat me out?" your voice came out slow, breathless.

"eat you out?" he looked up at you, tongue tracing a heated path along your inner thigh. "i’m going to devour you…"

your body arched in impulse... the shame was there, yes, but it was what turned you on the most. the shame, the fact that this would fuck up any professional relationship you had. but, when his hot tongue touched your covered pussy a spark ran through your body, making a whimper escape you and your worries evaporate. nishimura shook his head, laughing softly and repeating the act, only soaking the already messy fabric further; bordering on transparency.

thick fingers hooked into the waistband of your undies and he didn't take it off, he just pulled until the fabric tore, revealing your sex flushed and glistening with lubrication.

riki lowered his mouth, opening wide enough to take you all in. his tongue spread out, licking deep from bottom to top. his eyes closed so he could concentrate, his nose also burying itself, brushing against your clit every time his head went back and forth to lick you. he didn't need to breathe that much.

you watched as he dived in there, his puffy lips sucking your folds, before he took his thumb to your bundle of nerves to finger you there, horizontal and circular motions, alternating. you threw your head back when he penetrated you with the damp muscle, taking it in and out making your hips lift in small jolts from the force he put into it.

"hnng i-... riki!", you tried to warn the younger one.

"mhmm?", his voice muffled as he squeezed your pussy between his index finger and thumb, like a sandwich, and turned his face to engulf all the sensitive flesh munching. he didn't make it easy, furrowing his brow when your thighs tried to close and holding you spread open for him.

the blonde enclosed your clit again, sucking greedily, fingering your entrance which pulsed non-stop now, indicating you were on the edge. he held the nub between his lips and used his tongue to lick fast, looking up at you again just so he wouldn't miss the exact moment your eyes rolled back.

your fingers tangled in his hair pulling him down as you came, grinding against his mouth through the whole orgasm. he let out a needy groan feeling your fluids wet his chin and yet he didn't stop, continuing to lick with will even as your legs shook, completely inebriated.

"give me one more, please, please...", he asked coaxingly, not giving you time to think of protests before pressing his mouth to your pussy again, this time taking a finger to the entrance and shoving it to the base... he curved it inside and heard you practically meow, loving how you sounded for him. "can do it for me?". it didn't take long for him to find the spongy part that made you see stars when he pressed it. he added another digit leaving you full just with them, making a curved back-and-forth motion that hit all the spots you needed most.

at this point your restless hands squeezed your own breasts over your shirt and bra. lower lip was swollen and reddened from so much biting. the tickle in your lower belly indicating you could handle even less.

the boy licked slowly this time, savoring every groan, every time your hips lifted without your permission, every time your sweet spot pulsed for him. he was completely ecstatic with your taste, with your texture.

"fu.. i can't-!!"

you came once more, squirting a little, making him watch mesmerized, as if he had discovered oil right there in the living room. you whimpered while your abdomen contracted and you closed your legs. riki denied it and grabbed your knees this time, using all the size and strength difference between you in his favor.

he blew against your sex and the cold wind hitting the hot, damp flesh made you suffer a groan before pulling a pillow to hide your face behind.

"ah- hontouni kawaii", he spoke softly, so absorbed in the scene that the phrase came out in his native language, rising and kneeling on the sofa, before taking the pillow from you and holding your wrists together with one hand, lifting them above your head while capturing your mouth again, kissing you and letting you taste yourself.

his mouth then went down to your neck, nipping at your soft neck skin, giving little bites. "you're so delicious", he whispered, making you shiver. he held your face, sliding his thumb across your mouth, feeling your trembling and wet lips.

the younger one's gaze was so piercing, he moved his hand to squeeze your chest pointing through the fabric, testing the weight and softness before finally letting go of your wrists. with agile movements, he helped you get rid of the rest of your clothes.

when you were already naked, he also took off his pants, staying only in gray boxers that left almost nothing to the imagination. you saw his perfect outline, big and thick, leaving the fabric darker where he leaked pre-cum.

"come here" riki sat on the sofa and pulled you onto his lap. the size difference was glaring. his hands circled your waist and almost met at your back without effort, making you feel tiny and completely at his mercy to handle.

"are you holding back?" you questioned, feeling his skin comfort yours as you leaned over his strong body.

"maybe... a little" he admitted with a smirk, that dangerous glint still in his eyes.

"why?" curiosity bordering on innocence.

he looked away for a second trying to keep his composure, fingers tracing your narrow shoulders with a delicacy that contrasted with the bruises he usually caused in the ring. you were so soft, so small, so perfect...

"because i don't want to hurt you..." he replied, his voice heavy with that low vibration that made you melt.

"but i want that" you cut off his thought.

riki stopped his hand movement, lifting an eyebrow slightly, his index finger tracing a downward path until reaching your perky nipple, circling the areola around it. "you do, huh? what exactly do you want?" he brought his face close, leaving your noses brushing, his breath mixing with yours.

"i want you to use me... to relieve all the tension you've been feeling...", you whispered back, grinding lightly against the stiff member positioned right toward your mons pubis, maintaining eye contact. and you meant it.

"you're asking me to fuck you hard then?", he put it in more direct words, almost disbelieving what he had heard from you. squeezing the nipple he was playing with, pinching and pulling, eliciting a groaned 'yes' from you. "you're going to let me fuck you right, noona?", he continued, close, involved, just feeling your lips crawling over each other as you nodded positively.

the energy of the environment changed gradually, as if the air were charging with a silent electricity. riki's pupil dilated and narrowed, adjusting focus as he interlaced his fingers in the hair at your nape before pulling hard. "get on all fours then".

***

riki kept you arched on the sofa, hips raised perfectly for him while your hands pulled your butt cheeks apart as he had asked. he brushed your entrance with the tip, teasing. the sound was obscene, the wet slap of skin on skin every time he hit the length of that thick dick against your slit, already dripping with desire, was a trigger for your brain to tingle.

"how naughty, getting so soaked for your own dongsaenggie..."

before you could process the outrage, he delivered a stinging slap to your butt, the sound echoing in the room. and he took advantage of the exact moment you let out a whimper of surprise and pain to thrust in all at once, sinking to the base.

his teeth clenched, letting out a low curse about how tight you were. the boy blew air out forcefully through his mouth and groaned low before moving, holding your hips firmly to fuck your pussy with precision.

he dragged one hand to your head, forcing your face against the sofa upholstery. the pressure made your cheeks squeeze and your mouth form a beautiful pout, while he started to ram faster and faster. your body rocked violently with every thrust and your moans only grew in volume, filling the apartment.

he sank his fingertips into your hips, leaving marks, before pulling you flush against him. he used his own thighs as support for you and slid his flat hand to your lower belly, feeling the bulge he caused himself as he stretched you out from the inside.

"can you feel me here?" he nibbled on your ear, his voice breaking with pleasure. "so deep in this tight cunny..." he pressed harder against your belly, feeling you writhe before him, completely surrendered, babbling things and trying to hold onto his forearms.

the sofa creaked under the weight of both of you and that rhythmic, wet squelch mixed into the sensual melody you created together. riki seemed in a trance, eyes focused only on your body's reaction to his every move. and as soon as he felt the inner walls of your canal spasm, squeezing him with an almost desperate force, that "strangulation" that indicated you were at your limit, in a moment, he pulled out.

the sudden emptiness made your body give way, falling against the cushions, trembling arms barely able to support you. the japanese boy remained kneeling behind you for a few seconds, catching his breath. he tilted his head to the side, hair sticking to his forehead from sweat, watching with a dark fascination the way your intimacy pulsed, contracting in search of the fulfillment he had just taken away.

he slid his perfectly trimmed nails along the inside of your thighs, a caress that sent shivers to your soul, before delivering a sharp slap right on your sex.

"oh she’s begging..." he whispered, his voice thick with a cruel satisfaction.

as he pulled his hand away, a string of lubrication connected his fingers to your entrance, glistening under the low light of the room. you let out a muffled whimper, face hidden, but he gave you no rest. riki pulled you by the waist, handling your body as if you were a doll.

now, your back was pressed against the fighter's broad, warm chest. he distributed wet kisses along your sweaty nape, savoring the salt of your skin as if it were addictive. with firm hands under your knees, he guided you, aligning your bodies again. guiding you to help him with it too.

you felt his tip press against the entrance and, as he lowered you, you were slowly impaled, feeling every inch being reclaimed again. your back arched, head hanging back on his shoulder while the moans became constant, almost a song. "shit- taking me so good" riki gasped, erratic breath hitting your neck.

the blonde started making you bounce, up and down; every squeeze, every sound, every thrust loaded with lust. with every harder descent, his cock hitted your cervix, producing a muffled, wet little noise that seemed to shut down the boy's last neurons.

he tightened his grip under your legs and began to lift his own hips to meet you halfway, accelerating the pace frantically.

"..kuso!" he cursed in a thin voice, failing as he felt he was about to lose total control at the way you squeezed him inside. "you're driving me crazy! fuuuck… i'm gonna cum-"

his hawk-like eyes went down to where the bodies met just so he could see your pussy lips fully stretched around his girth, making him bite the tip of his tongue before wrinkling his nose. he used one arm to hold both of your legs, taking his newly free hand to finger your clit which was exposed by the bulging.

in a few seconds you were squirting once more, much more than the first time that night, squeezing him as if you wanted to break him, but all it did was make him cum, releasing loads and loads of cum inside you while he held you against his lap, groaning low and husky.

***

your bodies relaxed together, with you feeling every muscle of his abs against your back contracting with a breath that was slowly steadying... the warm cum escaping only after he went soft inside you, dripping and forming a puddle between your legs. the smell in the room was strong, a thin, nearly imperceptible layer of steam thanks to the closed windows was created.

lifted a hand that was resting on your thigh to bring it to his face, giving him a slow caress which nishimura accepted, leaning his heavy head into it, still daze in his own state.

“i’m going to tear that piece of shit contract up” he finally said, as if telling a secret, without moving a single muscle to pull out of you or move away.

“I’d make you glue it back together, piece by piece...” you replied with a tired smile.

“you know no championship belt guarantees me this...” he murmured, burying his face in the curve of your neck.

you thought about the words spoken, laughing to yourself with the only response that came to mind at the moment. “then this will be your consolation prize every time”, whispered, and felt his smirk widen against your skin.

*

the retinue of noctyra arrived with the first rays of dawn. carriages in shades of black and red devoured every trace of light that struck them, as did their standards, upon which the symbol of an inverted moon stood boldly before a weakened sun. even so, the castle had been abuzz since long before daybreak. you, princess of primaverae, watched as the knights dismounted one by one from their horses around the larger assembly, the royal procession coming to its end as they halted before the grand stairway.

the queen passed by your side and whispered, “please, be courteous” and you merely nodded, lacking any true enthusiasm. trumpets sounded, and soon they were announced: the queen of noctyra, her royal hand, one of her councilors, and of course… kim seonwoo - sunoo, as he was commonly called - future king of noctyra and, to your misfortune, your future husband as well; a decision in which you had held precisely no say.

months prior, the former king of noctyra had succumbed to an incurable illness of delirium, fever, and chills, and it had not taken long for him to depart this world - may the gods keep him. thus, his queen proposed to primaverae the unification of their strengths through an arranged marriage: her son and heir to the throne, and the firstborn princess of the fertile kingdom. it was perfect. they possessed minerals, military might, a cold and striking beauty; primaverae held abundant harvests, enough to feed armies, strong trade borders, and a warmth unknown to the noctyrians.

you were not angry about the arrangement itself. in truth, it was something your amah had spoken of since you were six years old. “love is a distant thing for those born of noble blood, little one”.

but did it have to be him?

sunoo’s reputation preceded him. he was undeniably beautiful, even at rest. pale skin, full lips, and silken hair, enough to make anyone pause for a few seconds in quiet admiration. but he was cruel.

servants found gagged, entire families driven from their homes, tournaments fought to the brink of death for his amusement, and a temperament steeped in duplicity. at least, that was what the court whispered of him. to the people, however, he was nothing short of pleasing to behold, a perfect prince who followed conduct beyond reproach.

you descended the steps slowly to join the others. first, you greeted the queen, who measured you from head to toe before offering a satisfied smile, and lastly, your promised.

sunoo extended his hand toward you, an unmistakable façade of disinterest upon his face as he studied you. one of the muscles near his brow twitched ever so slightly, betraying discomfort in waiting. he had not yet taken the throne, yet already carried himself as king. you swallowed and inclined yourself faintly, taking his palm and pressing a brief, dry seal upon the back of his hand. the gesture drew a small, crooked smile from him; submissive, though displeased, he thought.

“princess y/n” he said, “i trust the hospitality of primaverae shall be kinder than the journey that brought us here”.

soon after, the castle’s ladies-in-waiting stepped forward to escort the newly arrived guests to their chambers, while the knights hauled the excessive amount of baggage into the palace halls.

“at this rate, it seems they intend to stay forever” you remarked once they were far enough away.

“and perhaps they shall” your mother replied. “when the unification of the realms comes to pass, it will make little difference”.

the week of welcome would be marked by many events. on the first night, a banquet meant to last two full days; guided excursions for the prince to become acquainted with the kingdom - naturally, in your company - so that at the very least some form of partnership might take root. a tournament to stir the people and spread the good news, and finally, a grand ball. all of it intertwined with countless meetings, as both realms debated demands, proposals, and aligned their strategies.

you could scarcely wait for it all to be over.

as the firstborn princess with no claim to the throne, your life had always been one of concessions. suitors were never admirable, for the simple reason that you had no kingdom to offer in exchange. you practiced painting, embroidery, archery, learned every dialect available to you, and were still compelled to attend political gatherings; your father deeming it important that you not grow into an ignorant woman, partly bitter by the fact that he had no son to accompany him in such matters.

***

as night fell, your amah summoned you. you had been reading, reclined against one of the apple trees in the rear garden, and lingered for a few minutes before finally going. you bathed, perfumed yourself, and allowed your maids to dress you. once, you had overheard one of them jest that it was like playing with dolls. still, they never disappointed.

a satin gown in pale shades of green adorned you, light and leaving your shoulders bare. your hair was brushed and gathered with an ornament encrusted with small precious stones fastened at the back, a few loose strands falling forward to frame your face.

the noise of the great hall was overwhelming. music, the clinking of goblets and cutlery, conversations, laughter, footsteps. you walked toward the royal table set upon the dais and took your seat to the left of your mother. and just as you thought you might enjoy a peaceful supper, you saw the imposing figure stride toward you, offering a simple smile before pulling out the chair beside yours and seating himself despite the many other vacant places.

sunoo was just as elegant, clad in dark garments of brown and black, his hair slightly damp and brushed back. he arrived accompanied by his personal guard, a tall young man with a hardened expression, a scar through his brow, and a sharp jawline, sir riki. you had heard of him as well. apparently, the two had grown close in childhood, when riki arrived at the courtyards of noctyra alongside other servants, purchased by the former king. the boy knew how to wield a sword and had disarmed young seonwoo in the blink of an eye. what began as rivalry became friendship, and in time, inseparability. he was handsome; you could not help but look.

“do you like what you see, princess?” kim’s velvety voice murmured low beside you.

“pardon?” you asked, knitting your brow.

“oh no, i did not mean to interrupt… truly, i cannot blame you”, the prince continued, glancing away from you for a moment as his gaze slid over the guard standing at attention. “he truly is handsome. but it is hardly courteous to covet another man in the presence of the one you are going to marry…”

you swallowed with difficulty, straightening in your seat.

“that was not my intention, your highness” you replied, sparing him further justification, knowing full well that was precisely what he desired.

“was it not? for i am already submitting myself to marrying you…” sunoo leaned in just enough to whisper the poisoned words at your ear, feigning to the others that he had merely come closer to tuck a strand of hair behind it. “and i would hate for my wife to be some sort of whore…”

the flush rose instantly to your cheeks. an outrage. you wished to rise, beg leave of the table, claim a sudden pain in your stomach, but the young man continued, placing his hand upon your covered thigh beneath the table and signaling for wine to be poured.

detestable.

the following day, you made a point of not attending the continuation of the banquet, hiding instead in the servants’ wing, reading tales of maidens who waged war and rode magical beasts, and listening to the gossip of the girls you considered your friends. you had done it so for as long as you could remember. your wetnurse never discouraged it - and the king and queen of primaverae knew only what suited them - since were so often alone. the other young women of the royal family merely frequented the castle; many lived in distant lands beyond the sea, others simply did not adapt to noble life, according to your parents.

“tell us how the rest of the night with prince sunoo was, your highness, please!” hopeful eyes fluttered their lashes in your direction. for half a second, you recalled the young man’s indecent words, pressing your lips into a thin line before shaking your head to send the memory away.

“it was nothing of note, i swear to you. he walked me to my chamber and-”

“and…?!” they insisted in unison.

“and nothing! he wished me good night and thanked me for the company” you finished with an irritated edge to your voice. “why are you all so eager to know?”

they exchanged glances. some covered their mouths, others looked away, until one cleared her throat and stepped closer, seating herself at the edge of the bed where you sat.

“we heard…” she glanced around to ensure no one beyond the gathered group might overhear. “that prince kim does not truly distinguish between men and women”, your eyes narrowed at once. “and we also heard” said the smallest among the servants, “that the prince seems far too close to his guard… sir riki…”

at that moment, something clicked within your mind, as though a riddle had been solved before it was ever posed. the group, however, lost itself in the subject, eager only to chatter about how handsome sir riki was - tall, strikingly serious - and how many among them had been taking turns volunteering to serve the castle’s guest tower, all for the chance to catch a glimpse of him.

***

you awoke to knocking at your door. it was rhythmic, a melody you recognized. you dragged yourself over to open it, pulling the door only a small crack before seeing your old maid holding a basket of fruit and a red dress.

“are you awake already? you have an engagement today, do you remember?” she waited until the opening was wide enough to step inside. in ten seconds or less, the bent old woman was drawing back the curtains, flooding the room with light and making you throw yourself back beneath the covers.

“tell them i have a fever!” you grumbled, muffled.

“do not be like that, hm? the prince will be waiting for you in the gardens. you like the gardens”.

“may he go to hell!” you went on, shoving a pillow over your head.

“y/n!” the older woman scolded you, muttering softly something about the gods granting her more patience.

soon, you felt the mattress sink at the edge, and warm hands settled upon your disheveled hair, stroking it gently. “i know it is not easy, child. i know days as a future queen can frighten you as well, but if you do not do it now, you will do it later… and i tell you with certainty that time is not so kind…” her calm, trembling voice carried a reassurance unlike any other.

she was right. you rose reluctantly and dressed yourself… rose perfume, and a light, loose gown in the colors of the kim house sigil.

when you reached the gardens in haste - late - you saw sunoo and riki conversing as they walked, as though examining everything. the gardens of primaverae were an ode to eternal spring: white auroras, golden tulips, blossom-bearing trees that shed petals even without wind; still, it was a beauty too abstract to fully take them in.

the taller man was the first to notice you, offering a brief nod and a bow to both before departing.

“you are late,” sunoo remarked. he made no effort to look at you, simply continued along the path of stone and gravel with his hands clasped behind his back. “were you not taught proper manners?”

you wished to click your tongue, but steadied yourself, drawing a deep breath before forcing a smile.

“i was delayed while getting ready,” meaning, at the very least, that the delay had been in service of pleasing him.

“were you?” the prince finally halted and turned to face you. amber eyes roamed over your body, sly and assessing, measuring your proportions in his mind - imagining how his hands would fit around each part: hips, waist, bust, throat… - “and yet…” he took a step closer, closing the distance, bending so his face was level with yours. “i am not impressed”.

you looked away once more, embarrassed and at a loss for words, or rather, unsure of what you could say that would not endanger the entire marriage.

“look at me when i speak to you” he said, gripping your chin firmly and forcing your face up. “did you hear me? we have a problem here… my wife does not impress me, not even the first time we are alone together…” his breath brushed over you as he looked down.

it was too much. the closeness, the insolence.

you grabbed his wrist with one hand and, with the other, slapped his perfect face. his head tipped slightly to the side, and he broke into a wide smile before looking back at you, the reddened mark already blooming on his cheekbone. you saw his tongue slide along the inside of his mouth before he licked his dry lower lip.

“perhaps this will impress you, then” you suggested annoyed, your breath uneven from acting on impulse.

sunoo liked it far more than you could imagine. accustomed to the monotony of the nobility, to compliant smiles and the ease with which his grotesque demands were accepted, it was a delight to find someone willing to play at who would relinquish control first.

he laughed mockingly, taking one step forward, then another, and another, pushing you back with him until you were pressed tight, caught between him and a wall of ivy, far from prying eyes.

“have you lost your sense, princess?” his voice was rough, and he made a point of pressing his body into yours, feeling your chest rise and fall as he pinned your wrists, one on either side. “if i should even use that honorific, considering you behave more like a fucking brute”.

“i lost my sense in the same place you left your respect” you shot back.

“did you? and why should i have any respect for you at all? enlighten me” he murmured, sliding his lips close to your earlobe, nipping there; his scent mingled with his cool breath. “besides, i heard you are already twenty-two… a princess who could not secure a proper husband by that age, with nothing to offer but a tight little cunt for me to fuck… do not be ridiculous demanding respect”.

your teeth clenched together, grinding. anger made your heart pound against your ribcage, and you did not wish to admit it, but having him so close, speaking such vile, degrading things about you, was making your thighs slick.

and to your misfortune, it did not go unnoticed by the future king, not when he could so clearly sense your struggle to remain standing and the way you swallowed with effort.

“by the gods, you are trembling…” he slid the tip of his nose along your cheek. “you like being treated this way, don’t you?” he watched you shake your head again and again, pressing your lips tight to keep from letting out any sound that might entertain him further. “are you certain? if i knelt this very moment and slipped beneath your skirts, would i not find your little cunt soaked? is that what you are telling me?”

you bit your lip and squeezed your eyes shut, refusing to give him more proof.

“i know your kind, princess…” this time, the title was drawn out, emphasized, almost indulgent. “you will fight it, say you do not want it… and in less than a month, i will have you crawling across my chambers… fucked and dripping” he promised, before releasing you and stepping away as if nothing had happened. he ran his hands through his hair, straightening himself and turning his back to you. “do not forget that we have a ride planned near sunset. i know you possess the manners of a leper from the outskirts, but perhaps you will remember to arrive on time”.

***

as the days passed, you grew increasingly frustrated with the current situation.

it was during the walks, when his hand circled your waist with an untimely familiarity, long fingers pressing the fabric of your vest against your skin, while his voice - sweet as poison -criticized everything around you. during archery practice, where the tension reached its peak: he melded himself to your back, the heat of his body seeping through layers of clothing in an unrequested help. Sunoo would settle his chin upon your shoulder, his warm, measured breath brushing your neck, while his hands - larger, steadier - covered yours. he would whisper, lips grazing almost deliberately against the curve of your ear, how you seemed “too loose” for such an activity, suggesting you devote yourself to “more delicate” pursuits, all while his gaze traveled shamelessly over every visible inch of your skin.

and, as if that were not enough, there were the war simulations, where eunuchs and guides tested your compatibility to rule through hypothetical scenarios.

“if we can act peacefully, why would we send a spy into another kingdom? that would easily raise suspicion and place lives at risk” you said sharply, palms pressed against the open map upon the wide ivory table, shoulders tense as you fixed your gaze upon the prince across from you.

“kings must be willing to make small sacrifices for the entirety of the realm. if the spy can keep me informed, excellent. if he must die, then i will know i must proceed with caution…” he replied, studying his own nails. unlike you, he didn’t even alter his tone, utterly secure, at times seemingly amused by the way your lips and face flushed with anger.

beside him, sir riki observed everything in a hungry silence. his elbow rested upon the arm of the chair, fingertips brushing his lower lip as his shoulders slanted to one side; relaxed. they were not the first glances cast in your direction, and since the prince appeared unconcerned, the blond made no effort to restrain himself as he watched the neckline of your dress rise and fall when you crossed your arms.

you were nearly certain it was intentional on their part, a sort of game to see who might unsettle you faster.

“this is nothing but cruelty! frankly, how can anyone consider leaving kingdoms in the hands of a sadist?” you straightened your posture. the primaverae councilor accompanying you closed his eyes, massaging his temples. one of the eunuchs smiled and nodded, as though understanding both perspectives.

“and what, precisely, do you gain by being kind, princess?” sunoo continued, finally lifting his foxlike gaze. there was something dark there, a silent challenge that sank straight into your stomach. “give us some background… tell us what you expect to inherit by being so… submissive to pacifism?”

you bit the inside of your cheek, the metallic taste sharpening your senses further, before turning on your heel and leaving the strategy hall as the young man let out a laugh you could almost feel licking the back of your neck a second before the door slammed shut.

“your highness may laugh, but a woman so tempestuous could easily become an inconvenience…” riki muttered, reaching for one of the books upon the table, flipping through it without real attention, studying from the corner of his eye as the other weighed his words.

“and what would you suggest? that i have her mouth sewn shut?”

“no, that… certainly not” he denied, moving with lethal elegance, bringing his lips within inches of sunoo’s ear. his long, strong arm braced itself against the back of the prince’s chair, enclosing him. “why not give her other matters to occupy herself with? she is always so aware, so tense… women like her are better when they are quiet… or moaning”.

the two exchanged a look, sharing a mutual understanding.

***

during that afternoon, the embroidery room was unusually silent. the other girls were either late or simply would not come. the lack of company was not so unpleasant; you found it easier to concentrate and pricked your fingers less, though the heavy breathing of the senior matron -responsible for the lesson and exceedingly demanding in execution - caught your attention now and then as she dozed. she was a woman even older than your amah, wrinkled and sour as a passion fruit.

through the colored stained glass, light filtered in and reflected curious, abstract shapes upon the floor. the silence of the sewing room was broken only by the rhythmic sound of the needle piercing the linen stretched tight in the hoop. it was meticulous work, the sort of “delicate” task your future husband insisted was your proper place. your hands still trembled faintly with the restrained fury from the strategy hall; each stitch was driven with unnecessary force, as you were punishing the fabric, and every time the sharp needle skewered through it at an angle and pierced the hand you used as support, you let out a soft, pained whimper.

you were focused enough not to notice when the door opened and closed. the sound of dry footsteps approached from behind, distant as it was from another dimension, while you hummed a long-familiar lullaby.

“if i didn’t come to check, i do not think i would have believed it…” the voice was low, laden with veiled acidity. your body jolted in surprise, lips parting.

speaking of the devil…

before you could protest or rise, his hands settled on your shoulders, gripping them with a firmness that kept you pinned to the chair as he bent and smiled near the curve of your neck. “ssshh…” he gestured with his brow toward the other side of the room. the matron had not noticed either, and judging by her blindness in one eye and impending deafness, if they remained very quiet, she wouldn’t at all…

“you seemed so inflamed earlier today… so skittish and hateful… yet here you are now, doing exactly as i told you. quiet and obedient…” he whispered, sending chills down your spine as you frowned and clenched your teeth.

one of his hands left your shoulder, sliding slowly down your arm until it reached your small hand, following the motion of the needle’s penetration, slow and erratic now that your body reacted without permission. the prince laughed through his nose. “sir riki gave me an idea of how to help you with all this… pent-up energy…” his hand continued downward, roaming your waist cinched by the corset, reaching your covered thigh sliding further until he was cupping the inner region. “but i need you to behave… we do not want trouble, yes?”

and the fact that you didn’t answer was confirmation enough.

you found yourself biting your lower lip and tensing as you watched the prince kneel before you, lifting the skirts of your gown and slipping beneath them. your eyes widened as you glanced toward the matron again, then to the doorway, and finally to the subtle bulge beneath your dress where the young man now hid.

a silent war raged within you, but the truth was that your pride was losing badly to your desire. it was infuriating how his harsh words and authoritarian air fueled the fire already burning in your belly. you cursed yourself for being so vulnerable to that arrogance, for being unable to sustain the hatred you had sworn to keep as you watched him disappear beneath the fabric of your skirts. your conscience screamed that this was a mistake, that you should be a dignified princess, but your nature - far more lascivious than anyone dare suspect - yearned to be subdued. you were too stubborn to confess it, but deep down, the only thing that truly enraged you was the fact that he knew exactly how to undo you.

sunoo smiled while beneath you. his touch was gentle, yet unceremonious. he lifted the silk of your chemise up to your hips and, gripping your waist, dragged you closer to the edge of the chair, drawing your first sharp gasp.

he leaned in and nipped at your thigh before spreading them apart to observe your center. the small lips were pressed together within the slit, like a soft brioche bun, flushed by heat and anticipation. when he parted the tender flesh with both thumbs, he could see your untouched entrance and the throbbing bundle of nerves pulsing desperately. he gathered saliva and delivered the first lick, a long stroke from bottom to top, slow.

it was sweet, warm, delicious to feel. it didn’t take long before his mouth was fully upon your sex, tongue working deep while his nose brushed the swollen nub; he sniffed and murmured against the flesh how delectable you were, that his desire was to tear that cursed dress from you and spread you wide for anyone who wished to watch.

his slender fingers curled around one of your calves, lifting it swiftly onto his shoulder as he moved closer and buried his face in you. he sucked noisily, trapping your cunt between his lips and chewing. the slickness spilling from your slit wet his chin, and the way you tried to clutch at his hair through the layers of fabric, desperate for something to hold on to, only made his cock harder inside his trousers.

when he slipped a finger inside, feeling your tight walls, you let out a grunt that stirred the matron awake. blushed and feverish, the only thing you could do was take up the cloth and needle again, pretending to focus on the small tulip embroidery taking shape beneath your hand. you heard the chair scrape, and from the corner of your eye you watched the figure circle the room until she stood at your side. sunoo knew as well; he delighted in feeling your skin prickle and your entrance clamp around his digit with every step.

“this is dreadful. begin again” the old woman snapped after taking the hoop from your trembling fingers and inspecting it through a lens. “by the gods, child, you have done better”.

“yes, ma’am…” you agreed, the words leaving you more as a pant. you struggled not to roll your eyes or throw your head back, feeling the tongue working you slide over your slick clit again and again.

“i shall fetch a new hoop and more thread… you will not leave until you present something acceptable” she said, her slow steps carrying her toward the door.

honestly, you did not care in that moment.

the instant the door closed, the prince emerged from your skirts with a sly smile, far from satisfied. he turned you in his arms with possessive force, making you kneel upon the chair, body bent over its back.

“sunoo…” you called him for the first time, ashamed and utterly weak, and he might have sworn he was delirious.

“relax, i will make you come before she finishes crossing the corridor…” he breathed into your ear before dropping to his knees once more.

you held your skirts at your waist now while the hands of prince kim concerned themselves only with gripping your asscheeks and spreading them, granting full access to your pussy. he nipped at the raised flesh once before returning to lick as though it were his first meal in months. he even edged upward, daringly, pressing dangerously against the muscle of your rear entrance, while you whimpered with need.

it took only his lips sealing around your swollen nub and sucking steadily, while his finger moved in and out inside you, for you to come undone. your legs trembled and you soaked yourself, spilling down to your heels and dampening the chair’s upholstery. he gave a few more kitten-licks with his flat tongue to clean you.

when he rose, he straightened your gown swiftly and pulled you by the arm, making your body collide with his. sunoo’s full mouth captured yours in a ravenous kiss, where you could taste yourself. tongues tangled, and you clutched his shirt, still moaning softly from the fresh orgasm.

when you parted, your eyes, still unfocused, betrayed your dazed state. the prince bit his lower lip, contemplating nothing but carrying you off to his room; the erection in his trousers throbbed painfully now. he touched your cheek with ironic care, stroking it before gripping it firmly and forcing you to look at him, your mouth drawn into a perfect little ‘o’. “feeling better?”

***

the days that followed were a torment of etiquette and enforced silences. you became an expert at observing the floor, the walls, the tapestries, anything that was not those amber-colored eyes. you tried to hate him for leaving you in that state, so vulnerable and needy, but the truth was that your contempt was nothing more than a poorly fitted mask.

if you arrived at the great hall and sunoo was at the table, you would feign illness and retreat to the gardens. if you spotted him in the gardens, you would turn toward the kitchens, where you would finally take your meal. when returning from the hunts, you received neither him nor your father, keeping yourself occupied in your chamber with some book whose words you scarcely knew the translation. you knew it was futile. your maids begged you to give him a chance, claiming he was the only interesting story the castle had seen in years, and so on and so forth.

sir riki also tried to draw near, crossing your path in the corridors and asking mundane questions, as though he sought nothing more than to pad the silence, all the while watching you from afar.

at times, it was inevitable. during the many political meetings when the prince seated himself beside you or across from you, his gaze lingering long enough to make the tips of your ears burn red with embarrassment. when, for whatever reason, he approached you in the library, bracing a hand at your waist as his body brushed against yours to slip between the table and the shelf, forcing you to hold your breath and leave your lips bruised from how hard you bit them. and worst of all: when your unconscious toyed with you, making you dream of sunoo’s soft mouth kissing and licking you while he murmured the lowest insults you knew, and you woke drenched, not only in sweat…

you huffed in the bath, sinking into the stone tub from which steam rose, leaving only your nose and eyes above the water. he was not fair. none of it was. soon enough, the preparations for the wedding would begin, and it would be done, he would be your husband.

the lavender and chamomile steeped in the water were not enough to wash away the agitation bubbling in your blood. in the deep hours of the night, the castle of primaverae exhaled a sepulchral silence, broken only by the crackle of embers in the torches. your body wrapped in a thin silk nightgown with a robe thrown over it, you walked toward the library, hoping that the mental fatigue of dense reading would finally still the throbbing between your legs and the ache pounding just behind your eyes.

however, as you turned the corridor that led to the royal guest wing, a sound made you halt. voices. low, muffled, but charged with a vibration you would recognize anywhere. the door to sunoo’s chambers stood ajar, allowing a blade of golden light to spill across the dark carpet of the hallway.

the first to emerge was a courtesan. you recognized her by sight; she was one of the favorites among the nobles who visited the court, famed for her flexibility and vast experience. she passed by you without noticing your presence in the shadows, adjusting her bodice with quick hands, blonde hair in sinful disarray and a sated smile upon stained lips. your heart raced, and your hand flew to cover your mouth as you forced yourself into silence.

but there was more…

heavier footsteps echoed. from the dimness of the chamber emerged the solid figure of riki. he did not look like a guard on duty; his linen tunic was open halfway down his chest, revealing tanned skin and sweat gleaming beneath the yellowed light. he paused in the doorway, running a hand through his hair with a weary sigh as he finished adjusting the leather belt at his waist.

through the gap in the door, you could see sunoo. the kim was sprawled in a velvet armchair, shirt undone, holding a goblet of wine with negligent elegance. fox eyes met riki’s hawk gaze in a silent exchange of possession and complicity that made your stomach lurch. riki let out a low laugh, something rough and intimate, before turning toward the corridor, forcing you to retreat deeper into the shadow of a pillar, holding your breath until your lungs burned.

the young man walked slowly, passing only a few paces away. he smelled of sandalwood mixed with vanilla, far too sweet. he stopped for a few seconds and swept the surroundings with trained, sharp eyes, lingering far too long when he looked in your direction. for an endless moment, you were certain he had discovered you. one corner of his mouth lifted into a cynical smile.

he did not expose you, however. he only continued on his way, leaving you to stew in what you had seen without explanations. your body even slipped slightly as it leaned against the marble pillar.

it took several minutes for you to steady yourself on your feet again and retrace your steps, locking yourself inside your room. first came shame, imagining what sort of things the three of them might have done; then anger, thinking that whatever it was amounted to a slight against you… and finally, you felt sick with guilt, because the true betrayal was that you had not taken part.

***

after the incident, your temperament had escalated in catastrophic fashion. you refused to eat the dishes of the northern kingdom, refused to attend outings, and when you did go, you made no effort to smile or show politeness to others. if asked about the wedding dress, you said anything would do, even suggesting a black fabric, “yes, black like the ones we wear when we go to the crypts, wouldn’t that be marvelous?”

not even the queens were spared your senselessness.

during one of the afternoon teas, customarily held in the winter garden of primaverae castle -where the two queens had grown accustomed to meeting for friendly conversation - the queen of noctyra demanded your presence. well, at least someone from that baleful kingdom did. you put on your crown with great reluctance, walking heavily toward the place.

the doors of transparent, carved material opened, and you could hear the voices chatting animatedly. something about floral arrangements and what kinds of recipes to serve during the wedding festivities. with a closed expression, you presented yourself and took the seat set apart for you.

“we were speaking of the great day. are you excited, princess y/n?” queen kim asked gently, as a servant poured her more tea.

“excited for what exactly, your majesty?” you replied bluntly.

your mother cleared her throat and gave you a small kick beneath the table.

“well, it is expected that you feel at least somewhat eager for the benefits this union will bring to both realms…”

“sincerely speaking… i fail to see any. we have no war approaching; however, you do have hungry soldiers, indeed. i mean, the noctyrians will certainly prosper, but us…?” your voice was steeped in malice and resentment.

your mother let out a soft laugh and suddenly took your hand, squeezing it tightly, drawing attention to you before turning to the kim. “of course she does not mean it. i believe this is merely nerves, yes? this moment has been long anticipated by us. correct?” your mother’s well-manicured nails pinched the skin on the back of your hand, and the nervous smile she wore begged you to read the room.

you sighed and rolled your eyes slightly. “of course… correct.”

the queen of the frozen kingdom was not convinced. she was irritated. very much so. after the afternoon tea, the guards wasted no time informing seonwoo that his mother wished to see him in her designated chambers. the woman paced back and forth, fingers scratching in a nervous tic without pause, black hair falling over one side.

sunoo knocked and entered as soon as she granted permission. “i hope you’ll be brief, i—” he began.

“deal with your future wife. we cannot have a princess and future queen so disagreeable” the mature voice cut him off. “do not ask me how. i have enough troubles already” she continued.

“you’re asking for a miracle” sunoo said with a dry laugh, crossing his arms.

“then let it be one, seonwoo. have it done” the woman was unyielding. “as soon as possible”.

the prince breathed slowly before stomping twice and turning his back to leave the room. he hated being told what to do, even more so when it came to his own mother saying it.

you were fucked.

he left his mother’s chambers with such heavy strides that the clinking of the jewels on his garments sounded like a declaration of war. he was seized by an obsessive fury; it was not a loud outburst, but a state of nerves so tightly drawn that he felt his blood boil. having his authority questioned by the queen, being reduced to a son who “couldn’t handle” his own wife, awakened a predatory instinct within him. he no longer wished to tame you; he wanted to break you until your resistance was replaced by an absolute need for his approval.

he found riki at the end of the corridor, leaning against a pillar while absentmindedly polishing the hilt of his dagger. the guard lifted his eyes, immediately noticing the tension in the prince’s jaw.

“the queen seems to have had an indigestible afternoon tea” the sir remarked, his tone drawn out and provocative.

“that woman…” sunoo hissed, stopping before riki with clenched fists. “she is behaving like a mannerless peasant, testing my patience. she thinks she can dictate the rules of the game and still have my mother summon me to be lectured as if i were some common bastard!?”

the knight sheathed the dagger, straightening his posture. he knew that glint in sunoo’s eyes; it was not mere anger, it was the beginning of the young man’s forbidden desires spilling over. “and what do you intend to do?” he asked. “kiss her hand and apologize in the name of the unification of the realms?”

the dark-haired prince let out a dry laugh, devoid of any humor, and tilted his head to the side. “no. i will give her exactly what she wants: attention. but not the kind one receives at a banquet. find her.”

“are you perfectly sane about what you intend to do?”

“i am more lucid than ever” he stepped forward. “i do not care if she is in the middle of a prayer or a bath. make her understand that the only will that matters here is mine”.

***

you walked through the inner gardens, feeling the weight of the crown more than usual. the anger that had sustained you during the tea with the queens had evaporated, leaving behind a melancholic exhaustion. weary of pretending that your rebellion was vaguely political, when in truth it was a clumsy attempt to smother what you had witnessed that night of luxury between sunoo, riki, and the courtesan.

as a princess, you were meant to be a symbol of purity, a vessel of good manners who should never feel her stomach twist with longing at the thought of the guard’s hands touching the prince, and vice versa; you should not imagine what it would be like if it were you instead of the prostitute. yet stubbornness was the only thing left to you. you would continue to be “impossible” simply because yielding would mean admitting that their filth fascinated you more than your own honor.

twilight was settling when the guard’s figure emerged from the shadows, blocking your path.

“princess” he called. his tone was calm, but laden with an insistence that made your shoulders sag even further.

“not now, sir riki. i need silence” you tried to slip past him, your voice lacking its former strength, nothing more than the tired whisper of someone who could no longer fight the obvious.

“i fear silence will have to wait, your highness. the prince insists on your company”.

“then tell him i am not one of his soldiers to answer summons” you shot back, though the words lacked conviction. you attempted to pass him again, but riki moved with furtive agility, blocking you with his own body.

“princess, please. do not make this more difficult” he asserted, looming over you. “if you come with me now, we can preserve your dignity”.

“i already said i am going nowhere. leave me alone” you murmured, pushing him with the flat of your palm, but it was like pressing against a marble statue.

the nishimura released a heavy sigh, almost mournful. his gaze changed, courtesy giving way to the cold execution of a direct order. without another word, he moved swiftly. before you could protest or even process the motion, his strong arm wrapped around your thighs while the other secured your waist, lifting you from the ground with humiliating ease.

“let me go!” the shock rekindled your defiance. you began pounding his back, legs kicking the air as he adjusted you over his broad shoulder. “this is an outrage! put me down at once!”

“i warned you, your highness” he replied, his voice vibrating against your body as he maintained a steady, relentless pace through the corridors.

riki ignored your protests, holding you with brutal possession. upside down, watching the floor rush past and feeling the heat of his shoulder pressed against your womb, the shame of being carried like a bundle of silk mingled with a treacherous thrill. you were the princess of primaverae, but there, draped over the shoulder of your betrothed’s guard, you were just a woman about to be delivered to the punishment she secretly awaited.

***

as the patterns carved into the floor changed beneath you, you knew exactly where you were being taken. the guest wing, the very place you had been avoiding since that fateful night. two knocks against wood and you were inside the prince’s place. the candles warmed the room more than usual, and the scent of molasses lingering in the air told you that sunoo had been drinking. your body was tossed onto the mattress and cushions, hair disheveled, one sleeve of your gown slipping down your arm after being carried all the way there.

“you cannot do whatever you please, do you realize that?! anyone could report this to the king of primaverae and your guard’s head would be mounted on the spears at the gates by morning!” you snapped, your throat burning. “and you know what else? i really should denounce you both! not just for today, but also-” you halted abruptly, remembering that sir riki could very well have chosen not to mention seeing you spying on them. you swallowed hard.

“also… what, your highness?” it was riki’s turn to speak as he closed the door behind him. he was… more at ease now. “would you care to tell the prince something?” the blond smiled, malicious.

sunoo watched the two of you, nibbling at the rim of his mead goblet before setting it aside and approaching.

“ah yes, is there anything you wish to confess to me, future wife?” he lifted a brow and sat at the edge of the bed, devouring you with his eyes.

“i have n-nothing to say!” you stammered, trying to recover your composure as you tugged the fallen sleeve of your dress back over your shoulder. “i only want you to let me leave. now!”

you attempted to crawl stealthily toward the opposite edge of the mattress, planning to slip down to the floor and bolt for the door. but before your feet could touch the carpet, riki’s massive silhouette blocked your escape. he advanced with deliberate slowness, bracing one knee on the bed, trapping you from one side while sunoo remained seated on the other.

“why such haste, princess?” riki murmured, his voice vibrating so close that the hairs at the nape of your neck stood on end. “we were beginning to enjoy your company. especially this… sudden bravery”.

sunoo leaned toward you, shrinking the distance between your bodies with every second. the gleam in his foxlike eyes was pure sadism; he knew you were lying, and he was savoring every bead of cold sweat sliding down your temples.

“you know, y/n…” he began, reaching out to twine a lock of your hair around his fingers, tugging gently until you were forced to look at him. “sir riki mentioned that the corridors have been quite lively at night. curious people, eyes peering through door cracks… i wonder what someone like you might think if she saw something… improper”, he feigned concern, his gaze drifting over your trembling lips and occasionally falling to your neck, where a prominent vein pulsed.

“i didn’t see anything! i swear!” the denial burst out too loudly, your voice breaking and betraying your guilt. “i was in the library, i… i only-”

“mhmm, and what else?” the guard interrupted, moving closer, narrowing your space until you were pinned between the heat of their bodies. “were you looking for a book, or were you looking for this?”

he slid his hand along your calf, the touch firm at first, then gliding upward to your knee, making your traitorous body arch involuntarily. you were caught between two men who shared an intimacy you had just relived again in your mind. the image of that night - the courtesan, the sweat, the carelessness - melded with the present, stealing your breath. little by little, you softened, desire intoxicating your senses.

you parted your lips to protest, but all that escaped was a muffled moan when the larger man squeezed your thigh.

sunoo’s mouth crashed into yours with intent, leaving you no space to choose the pace. it was rushed, needy, seeking your tongue as his explored your mouth. you grumbled, your furrowed brow gradually relaxing, and the fists pressed to kim’s pale chest slowly ceased their pushing. hungry surrender took shape.

when the noble released your lips, riki claimed them seconds later. his kiss was different, deeper, more domineering, his rough hand gripping your neck firmly to keep your head from falling back. meanwhile, you felt slender, long fingers circle your waist, working to loosen the ties of your corset.

riki shoved you back onto the bed, observing your small body amid the sheets, a pleasant slick of saliva gathered at the corner of your mouth, the sleeve of your gown still stubbornly slipping, your thighs pressed together. a metallic sound rang out as the boy drew the dagger from its leather sheath. your stomach flipped as the blade gleamed under the candlelight, anticipation making your nipples stiffen against the fabric.

sunoo moved with predatory elegance, settling behind you. his firm, warm chest became your only support as he wrapped his arms around you, pinning you against him. you could feel his erection pressing at the base of your spine, a constant reminder that the prince was no longer playing.

“i think we owe you an apology…” he whispered into your ear, his rough, vibrating voice sending shockwaves through you. “since my princess felt so jealous of that courtesan… since she wished she had been treated like a slut from the very beginning, yes?”

you watched your dress being torn from bottom to top, the sharp blade destroying silk and cotton layer by layer. you looked down as the metal passed between your breasts and let out a drawn-out moan when the guard pulled the fabric aside, leaving your naked body exposed. both of them salivated at the sight of your breasts spread and your core gleaming, already so slick.

“look at this… all of primaverae’s purity here, and it’s nothing but an invitation to be used”.

the heir smiled as he watched his companion bend to bite into one of your thighs. your head fell back against his shoulder, and he slid his lower lip along your ear. “this is where primaverae and noctyra unite, princess…”

the blond could not wait any longer; he tossed the dagger aside onto the carpet and plunged between your unsteady legs offered to him. unlike sunoo, riki did not lick slowly nor prepare, he devoured your cunt with voracity, sucking hard at your clit and moving down to your slit, his tongue plunging deep, lapping as much as he could from your tight interior. his nose became wet, eyes closing as though the pleasure he gave you paled in comparison to the pleasure he took in having you in his mouth.

his strong arms circled your hips as he tilted his head to better drive his tongue into your entrance with animal urgency. your body jolted in sunoo’s arms, your moans stood shy and tearful yet.

the prince, for his part, loved to watch, but he did not remain idle. he stretched an arm out, helping to part your delicate lips to expose the sensitive area, massaging it with his thumb in circles, pinching and rubbing it between his fingers. he breathed out a soft laugh when your moan choked off and your eyes rolled back.

“like that, dear… nice and sloppy so you can handle both of us tonight” he murmured.

riki pulled away before you could climax; sunoo had told him how sensitive you were… and he did not wish to end the fun so soon. he looked to the older man for permission, and sunoo smiled, gesturing for him to continue. full lips traveled up your belly, his tongue circling your navel, sliding higher until he captured one of your stiffened nipples.

your mouth fell open, offering no resistance when the prince slipped two fingers inside to gather your own saliva and smear it carelessly over your peaked bud. he whispered every step, sparing none of the filthy words to describe what he was doing. he squeezed and tugged, cruelly, while nishimura suckled as though he meant to draw something out of you.

***

the tension was almost palpable, a banquet of lust where you were the main course. the prince now released your wrists and turned you to face him, drawing your hips up before holding you beneath your thighs, nestled in his lap. his cock brushed against your mound. he kissed your sensitive neck, sometimes letting out a slightly needy sigh as well; he was aching to have you properly.

“hold on tight…” he murmured, feeling your arms coil around his shoulders. “will you open up nicely for me?” he whispered, watching your little face nod faintly, rosy and warm, as if you were caught in the midst of a fever spell. “good slut”.

after pressing the throbbing head into you, he slowly let your weight sink down, making your soft flesh tear open little by little in a painful burn and a brand-new feeling of fullness. your nails dug into his skin and you whimpered. sunoo was no monster either, giving you time to adjust to him… only beginning to move once your walls started squeezing nonstop.

“you’re being so, so good…” a kiss at the corner of your lips and another on your chin. “taking me just right…” he went on, knowing that the more embarrassed you became, the wetter your cunt grew, letting him slide all the way in.

while sunoo filled you slowly, riki watched the scene with dark eyes full of savage desire. he stroked himself with one hand, his pre-cum spilling and wetting the swollen head of his cock. carefully, he joined you, pressing his defined abdomen to your back and grazing the line of his upper teeth along the skin of your spine.

he sucked on his thumb before bringing it to your back entrance, coating your small ring before pushing in the first knuckle, tearing a loud, shameless moan from you. he worked it inside, stretching you for what was to come…

“she’s so small, my prince” he commented. “will she be able to take it? i don’t want to break her so soon” he said, biting his lower lip and looking down as he already moved his finger in and out.

“she can take it… can’t you? you were made for this, hm?” sunoo whispered, already feeling his breathing grow erratic with lust. he cast a look at the other that almost begged him to hurry.

riki smirked softly before pulling his finger free and gripping his hard cock, pressing the head to enter slowly… taking advantage of the way the kim rocked into you and how both of your holes fluttered, sliding his length inside bit by bit. he let out a muffled groan when he was halfway in and you squeezed him. “fuck…”

your awareness had turned to jelly, your lips refused to close, too busy hanging open to let your moans spill out. your body was completely suspended and pressed tight, like a sandwich… you felt your insides stuffed full, and with every synchronized push from both of them you could feel your organs shifting to make room.

the thrusts went faster, the curses low and snarled, you choking back moans as your breasts bounced with your body moving up and down. sometimes you clutched the prince by the nape of his neck, sometimes you let your head fall onto the royal guard’s shoulder, being split and claimed by them at once.

the pressure in your lower belly were unbearable, just as the blonde’s fingers punished your hips to keep you in place and sunoo’s hands were surely already leaving marks on your thighs.

the three of you moaned, you coming apart first, drawing a satisfied smile from the prince as he focused on thrusting hard when your cunt clenched and spilled your juices. it didn’t take long before he pulled out of you with a soft “plop” and spilled himself outside as he panted, throwing his head back and tightening his abdomen. you watched, sniffing softly and biting your lower lip.

riki still held you tight in his arms, keeping your fragile body against his as he fucked you hard now that your muscles had relaxed more. the guttural sounds leaving him were right by your ear before he started muttering in his native tongue, his dick exploding in thick ropes of cum, stuffing your small channel.

when he finally let you go, your body fell onto the rumpled sheets, your cheeks pressed into the soft surface, your fingers trembling and your hole leaking white fluid between your folds. sunoo watched, catching his breath, seated farther back against the cushions, his hair damp.

the guard stroked your ass, noticing how at the slightest touch your abused folds clenched and more of his fluids slipped free from inside you. he sighed with a laugh and dropped down beside the prince.

“i think it was too much for her” riki said, his voice deep as he glanced sideways.

“oh yeah? i think she finally understood what noctyra has to offer…” he stretched out his foot and slid it along your leg, feeling your skin prickle and watching your body squirm faintly, earning a laugh from both men.

you tried to form a reply, one last spark of stubbornness, but all you managed was a shaky sigh as you felt the weight of their gazes on you. it was terrible and you were already unable to stop thinking about what the next time would be like.