#sooga aoc

My fingers ran up Sooga's back until they hitched on a tear in his uniform. When I felt the warm drip of blood, panic took hold of me. I pulled away just to look over the expense of Sooga's entire body.

He stood wordlessly before me, his hands falling to his sides as he watched me.

"What is wrong with you?" I finally asked, my voice rougher than I meant it to be. My fear for his pain morphed into fury as I glared up at him. "Why did you take on a whole platoon? Why did you—"

"Later."

His voice quietly interrupted mine, which made me seethe and clench my teeth. But by the crowd that was slowly beginning to gather around us, I knew that it would be best if I listened to him. But that didn't stop me from scowling at him as I stepped back a full step.

"(y/n)! You ran away again?!" I cringed as I heard my mother's voice screech through the crowd. The people parted as my mother came rushing down a flight of steps, her hair a mess and her face a bright crimson.

Her feet slid in the sand as she came to a stop in front of me, her hand raised and muscles flexing to strike me across the cheek. I just stared at her, in utter shock that her first reaction to seeing me after days would be to hit me.

But before she could, Sooga raised his own hand. "Do not hit her." His voice was exhausted now that all the adrenaline in his system had faded.

I watched as my mother's face twisted from anger and embarrassment to confusion. But before she could say anything, Master Kohga pushed through the crowd in all his glory. He was panting slightly and leaning over his knees like he had just run a great distance. His massive beer belly swelled as he drank down massive breaths.

"Took you long enough, Sooga! I had to do all the dirty work by myself because none of these guys would do it!"

I resisted the urge to roll my eyes as I listened to Master Kohga talk. Not only was he a little bit stupid, he was lazy as hell. Even I knew that Sooga did most of his work for him. If Kohga died, the transfer of power would be seamless and almost nonexistent.

"We need to talk, Father," Sooga said quietly. Despite him being injured, authority poured off of every limb of his body.

"But first," I interjected. I ignored the glowers from the crowd around us and said, "You're getting your wounds cleaned first." When Sooga opened his mouth to protest, I put my finger up roughly and snarled, "Do not argue with me."

I could see him biting down on the inside of his cheek to keep himself from smiling in front of everyone as he put his hands up in surrender. "Lead the way then, my lady."

Anyone could have felt the growing confusion and disbelief that was gathering from the Yiga Clan members around us. The sight of Sooga listening to me and clearly having no ill feelings towards me bossing him around must have been a sight to see. But ever since I told him that I had admired him, his entire attitude towards me had changed.

I was both grateful and felt a bit of trepidation for the change and I wondered how much further it would go. I knew I was feeling things for Sooga that I shouldn't be and part of me wondered if he felt those same things for me too.

Without another word, I made my way past the crowd. For the most part, they moved to the side for me, but a few of them refused to move. It seemed my reputation and station never got any better while I was gone. I shouldered past those few and climbed a flight of stairs to the medic room.

I didn't need to look back to know that Sooga was following me. He didn't speak, but I could feel his footfalls on the ground. I was glad that he wasn't saying anything because I was furious.

Furious enough that I didn't even know what to say. He had gone and tried to fight an entire platoon for what? Kikte and I would've gotten away just fine if he had just gone with us. And now he was bleeding and hurting, even if he didn't express it.

Not only that, but when I had looked back amid my panic for his well being, his fighting wasn't up to par with the skills I knew he had. He was sloppy, allowing the guards to strike him when he easily could've stopped them.

I took in a deep, lung aching breath before I walked to the cabinets that lined the opposite wall. "Sit down."

The creak of the patient table against the wall was deafening in the deathly silent room. Once I finished grabbing the gauze and alcohol pads, I clicked the cabinet shut and turned to face him.

Sooga was sitting with his feet over the edge of the table, his face expressionless as he watched me. I stared at him for a moment as well, studying the various wounds on his body. I knew he would have to take his shirt off for me to clean them properly, but the rolling feeling in the gut begged me not to. I knew I would be flustered and embarrassed as I took care of him.

After taking another deep, steadying breath, I gestured to him with my finger. "Take off the armor. And the shirt." I saw him open his mouth to add his commentary and I sucked in a harsh breath. "Do not start."

"Wasn't going to," he said softly. His fingers slid down to the clasps that held his armor together and they began to come undone. Muted clicks reached my ears as the armor glided down to land on the floor.

I could feel my cheeks heating even before my eyes caught sight of his bare torso. Every ridge of his body was defined by hard work and practiced movement. Small amounts of sweat had gathered along the lines of his abdomen and a dark line of hair traveled from his navel past the belt of his pants.

When my eyes finally drifted their way to his eyes, his head was tilted in amusement as he studied me. My face immediately shifted back to its annoyance and I straightened my shoulders. Heat had gathered in my cheeks and at the peak of my thighs, but I ignored it. I sat beside him on the patient table and pushed his shoulder to the side with a finger.

His back wasn't as marked up as the rest of him. Only a few scratches marred his skin. I swallowed down a new bout of rage as I began to dab at the wounds with the alcohol and the rag that I had cradled in my hand.

The muscles that lined his skin bunched up and I watched his shoulders rise as the sting of the alcohol registered through his body. Sooga sucked in a breath before clamping his jaw shut, but I was too angry to care.

"Mind telling me why you were so sloppy out there?"

Sooga snorted before he twisted his head around to look at me. "Sloppy? Even at my worst, you couldn't match."

"Don't piss me off."

"Too late."

I roughly pushed his head back to face forward. "I know that you can do better." I moved the rag to a long, slowly bleeding cut across his shoulder blades. "You were distracted."

Silence fell between us, the only sound coming from the flames that flickered along the walls. The dim light added to the almost intimate atmosphere as I shifted closer to him. I crossed my legs as I moved to sit directly behind him. Once I was settled, I reached up to thread my fingers through his hair and push it out of the way.

Despite the sweat that glistened in the flame light and drying along his spine, his hair was still soft. I ignored the feeling and pushed my palm against his shoulder.

"Fine," Sooga conceded after a moment, his words strangely strained. "I was distracted. It's difficult doing two things at once."

"And what two things were you doing?" I tilted my head over his shoulder, my fingers pressing into his shoulder.

He seemed flustered. His eyelashes fluttered as his gaze trailed to the other side of the room, seemingly finding the cabinets and the art that decorated the wall more entertaining.

"Sooga."

"I was making sure that Kikte got you away safely. I couldn't tear my eyes away from you." He sucked in a harsh breath through his teeth. "If they had gotten their hands on you, it would've ended a lot worse for them than it did."

All at once, my brain stuttered and stopped. He sounded deeply annoyed even at the thought of the soldiers touching me. Then I remembered the way he had ordered them to keep their hands off of me. It was dark and threatening, but at the same time made me want to scream and run through the halls. In a good way.

He was possessive, I realized.

And that didn't do any good to my delusional fourteen year old memory. She would've been in awe to find out that I had made Sooga angry enough to lose him composure in front of a platoon of palace guards.

And that rendered me speechless.

After I had patched up Sooga's wounds, he disappeared.

There was no other way to describe it. He walked from that room in the usual brooding manner, only muttering a quick thank you to me before stalking down the hall.

I had assumed he was embarrassed about what he had revealed to me, which I understood to the fullest degree. If he had known what had gone through my head once he told me that, I would've ran away and made myself impossible to be found.

But in all seriousness, he was like smoke for the next three days.

I had wandered around the hideout, pestered the Blademasters for information, to which they had craftfully dodged any answers, and even decided to walk out of the Hideout again just to make him come get me.

I had wandered to the edge of the boundaries the Yiga Clan claimed as their own and looked over the Gerudo desert for hours before returning.

Needless to say, frustration had begun to well up inside of me like a volcano.

My mother had punished me for days once she found out that I had indeed run away. Despite being an adult who could very well take care of herself, my mother chastised and made a general fool of me in front of most of the Yiga Clan members.

So I went back to hiding in the caves I had created for most of my days. I used my time to go over all the facts that Sooga and I had dug up about my father. The notebook that I had propped up in front of me as I absentmindedly chewed on some dates held everything I knew.

Once I had gotten over the fact that Sooga has clearly decided to never talk to me again, I dedicated my time to interrogating everyone about my father.

I had found out that he had disappeared for long periods of time with Master Kohga, many times coming back covered in his own blood and the viscous liquid that belonged to another sort of creature. I couldn't ask Master Kohga what he was doing because I knew he definitely would not answer any of my questions, but I asked the clan senior members.

They told me that he had gained a strange fascination with monsters and had experimented with the keese that had taken up residence in the less used caves of the hideout. Master Kohga was not a stranger to any of his behavior.

All of my theories had to do with another one of Kohga's stupid plans to somehow make the Yiga Clan strong enough to defeat the princess' chosen knight. It made sense that he would try every ridiculous idea that ever popped up into his mind.

But I kept searching for any indication of the truth. It would be foolish of me to give up now, regardless of Sooga's sudden disappearance.

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The need for Sooga’s touch.

Your husband had been so unbelievably busy, which of course, was to be expected with him being the right hand to Master Kohga, but lately it seemed more and more work was being thrown at him. The hideout’s traps needing reinforcing due to a recent monster ambush, blademasters that felt they needed to push themselves harder in training, lessons in disguising, all on top of his regular duties. While Sooga already didn’t sleep much, he’d now taken to simply sleeping in his work room’s chair, leaving you alone in bed most nights, when normally, he’d at least lay with you as you slumbered. It was eating at you.

Sighing again, you figured it would be a good idea to get out of the bath now, especially since it was already so late when you’d gotten in. Standing up, you retrieved your towel and wrapped yourself in it, stepping out of the tub as you did so. 

Perhaps you should go visit Sooga. You hadn’t really seen him all day, and if you were feeling lonely, he most certainly was too. Not to mention, the aching within you, desperate for his body against your own. Putting on a tank top and shorts, you hung the towel to let it dry and formed a hand sign, transporting yourself into his work room.

Just as you’d anticipated, Sooga was hunched over in his chair, a large assortment of papers and old leather-bound journals were scattered across his desk, as well as his mask laying abandoned to the side. The poor man was so focused on his work that it seemed he hadn’t even noticed your appearance. Silently, you walked over to him, and quietly spoke his name.

“Sooga,” you called, voice barely above a whisper.

He perked up, head turning to face you. He looked incredibly tired, though. Feeling a bit worried, you rushed towards him, taking his head within your hands to examine his face.

“If you don’t rest, you’re going to die of exhaustion, my love,” you frowned, leaning to kiss him. 

“I’m aware,” he replied, voice dry. 

Keeping your noses touching, you ran a thumb over his lips, suddenly remembering why you were here. “Come to bed with me,” you proposed, a hint of something other than concern in your tone.

“I’m not finished here,” Sooga’s uncovered hands found a place to rest on your back, one of them trailing a bit low. 

A shiver ran through your spine. Fuck, you needed him to touch you more. “But you need to rest. And…”

“And what?” He demanded.

“I need you,” it came out more whine-y than you’d hoped, but you didn’t care. There was an ache within your lower abdomen that needed to be tended to.

“I see,” Sooga smirked, his dark eyes gazing into yours. “Let me finish my work, and I’ll give you what you desire.”

Biting your lip, your heart began pounding as his hand slipped below your ass, his fingers now rubbing circles into your upper thigh. “I need you now,” you whined, leaning into him. “It’s been days since we even hugged, Sooga. Please.”

He hummed, his other hand moving up to cup your face. His thumb grazed across the edge of your lips, over to the center of them, daring to push against them to see if you’d open them. Obliging, you ran your tongue over the tip of his thumb, looking at him with the most desperate puppy-eyed look you could manage.

“You truly are desperate,” he chuckled. “I’ll indulge you, I suppose.”

Releasing his thumb, you were quick to give him yet another kiss, though this time there was much more heat behind it. “I'll do whatever you wish, Sooga.”

“Get on your knees,” he growled, a smirk forming on his lips when you did exactly as he’d asked. 

Hands reaching for the belts attached to his hips, Sooga chuckled at seeing how you rushed to remove them. It was always a difficult task to unhook them, but when you finally did, you threw them to the side and began to undo the shorts of his uniform.

He was unbelievably hard. Sooga already had… difficulty in hiding his manhood, but now it seemed as though he was about ready to tear through the uniform. Freeing him, you were practically drooling at the sight of his enormous length. You wasted no time in getting to work, taking him into your hands and pressing light kisses and licks to his tip. And although you wanted to swallow him whole now, you decided to stall and continue teasing him.

You had almost hoped for him to grab a hold of your head and shove your mouth onto his cock, but Sooga instead ignored your teasing, returning to his work. Frowning, you looked up at him, though you couldn’t tell what he was working on whatsoever. “What are you even doing?”

“I’m updating some records,” he muttered, “somebody didn’t upkeep with the clan’s archive, and now we’re years behind.”

“I’m sorry,” you hummed, before licking a long stripe up his length. And just as you’d hoped, the man above you let out a hiss.

Giggling, you returned to kissing his reddened tip, although this time you took to suckling on it as well. You could feel the way he tensed up, clearly growing tired of your games. But Sooga had never been able to snap at you before, he was too soft for that sort of thing. You still wondered, how long could you push him before he did break? You’d try testing that tonight.

Agonizingly slowly, your hand that held his length within it ran along it, ever so slightly jerking him. But it wouldn’t be enough to give him adequate pleasure. You kept kitten-licking his head, glancing up at him every few seconds to see if he would falter. He had a look on his face as though he were becoming frustrated, but he never looked away from his work. 

Without warning, you took the first couple of inches into your mouth, sucking on him for a short second before releasing him with a pop. The motion startled Sooga, and he groaned, one of his hands gripping the arm of the wooden chair. 

Returning to the small kisses, your hand that had been resting on his knee moved up to his thigh, tracing the muscles within it. If you weren’t down under the desk right now, then perhaps you’d be sitting atop his thigh, grinding your cunt against it. Another time.

Finally, your hand slithered between his legs, reaching to fondle his balls. Upon this, Sooga tensed up even more, and a groan escaped him, but still, he didn’t say a word. 

You kept your antics up for a while, silently hoping that any second now he’d snap. And when he did, it turned you on much more than you’d ever imagined.

“Get on with it!” He demanded, looking down at you now. “I can’t take another second of your incessant teasing!”

Giggling again, you opened your mouth, slowly enveloping the tip of his cock into it. Sooga groaned, taking the hand that had been gripping the chair and gathering your hair into it, gently pushing down on your head. So he still couldn’t get rough with you, even if you’d managed to make him verbally snap.

To Sooga’s relief, you finally lowered your head, stretching your jaw as far as you could in order to fit him in. Fuck, you’d forgotten how unearthly huge he was. Taking him inch by inch, tears welled up in your eyes as he filled your entire mouth, his cock poking into your throat now. You’d thought it to be impossible previously, but when your nose poked the base of his cock and you had finally swallowed every inch of him, you were pleasantly surprised to see his entire length fit into your mouth. You whined around him, sending vibrations through his length. 

Sooga moaned, the noise sending a hot yearning sensation within your cunt. He rarely made noises like that, and whenever he did, it was nearly enough to make you cum every time. 

Pulling yourself back up, his cock popped out of your mouth, drool spilling from your lips as you gasped for air. Coughing, you steeled yourself to go down again. But Sooga stopped you.

“I need to be inside of you,” he pleaded, looking down at you with the same desperate look you’d given him earlier. His cheeks were flushed a deep red, something that happened every time you two got intimate. He was horrible at hiding his embarrassment, after all.

He helped you get to your feet, and you hastily pulled your shorts and panties off, planting yourself in his lap. But Sooga grabbed your waist, lifting you up onto the desk as he stood up. Guiding his length to your dripping hole, Sooga teased your entrance for a short bit, probably to try and get back at you. But he was far too desperate to waste time on that, so with a loud cry from yourself, Sooga pushed his thick cock into your tight cunt. 

Your inner walls burned as he stretched you wide open, tears beginning to slip from your eyes. No matter how many times he fucked you, it was always a difficult task to adjust to Sooga’s hugeness spreading you apart. Wrapping your legs around his waist, your hands gripped at his wrists, nails digging into his skin. But the pain quickly subsided, and as soon as it did, you began lifting your hips, grinding against him. 

“You’re alright?” He whispered, something he always did before moving inside of you. Nodding, you wrapped your arms around his upper-body as Sooga lowered himself to hold you. 

With one hand holding your waist, Sooga began to thrust, the vague bulge within your lower tummy popping up ever so slightly every time he rocked forward into you. Grabbing onto the belts around his back, you began whining, biting your lip to try and suppress the noises. 

Despite the fact he’d barely been inside of you for two minutes, you were already feeling as though you were about to reach your high, your cunt beginning to clench down on his cock as Sooga slammed into you. Every sensation in your body heightened, and you let your mouth hang open, eyes screwed shut as the pleasure overcame you. The sweat between your bodies, Sooga’s grunts and heavy pants against your neck; where his face was currently buried, the way you could feel the muscles in his body flexing as he pound his length into you, it was all too much. And apparently it was for him, too.

With a loud groan, Sooga slammed into you once more and froze, spilling his large load into your cunt. Crying out his name, you hugged him as tightly as you physically could, cumming on his cock.

It took a few minutes for either one of you to regain your composure and catch your breath. You were first to let go, your arms falling limp at your sides. Sooga, on the other hand, took a bit longer, still holding your body as close to his as possible. He panted into your neck, audible sighs leaving him as he calmed down. 

Finally, the blademaster reluctantly pulled himself off of you, carefully sliding his softening length out from your walls. A mixture of your juices and his seed spilled from your hole, and Sooga was quick to tuck himself back into his shorts and scoop you into his arms. 

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” he huffed, placing a firm kiss against your lips.

“I guess I took a bath for nothing, then,” you smiled, kissing him again.