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You were the one left in the shadows. Your meetings were fleeting, and the intimacy you shared felt hollow and mechanical. You often wondered if he truly loathed you. After all, your union had begun as a mere pretense before you both decided to settle into a marriage of convenience.

Perhaps you were simply the easy choice—the woman who demanded nothing, who had known him since childhood, and who didn’t swarm him like the Princess and the countless others. The thought was a dull ache in your chest because, for you, the pretense had vanished long ago. You were deeply, irrevocably in love with him. Your heart was bound to a man who felt worlds away.

He would leave you for months at a time to command the front lines. During those long nights, you knelt before the ancestral tablets, pleading with your ancestors to return him to you whole. And he did return, every time. The prayers became your ritual, but one day, you dared to add a selfish wish to your whispers:

“Please, let him love me back.”

When he returned from the latest campaign, he was so exhausted that he did not see you until the following day. Even then, his face was a mask of stone. He spoke not a word. That night, he came to your bed only once to fulfill his duty before vanishing at dawn to attend to the Emperor—and his daughter.

Your heart burned with a quiet rage. Finally, standing before your bronze mirror, you broke. Tears blurred your reflection as you wondered if you were simply unworthy of his affection.

Your personal maid, who had been by your side since you were a child, wept with you. Moved by your grief, she leaned in and whispered a secret from her village. She spoke of a magical powdered medicine from the East, a remedy that ensured a husband’s devotion. She claimed it could rekindle the fire in even the most withered of hearts, making old couples act like newlyweds.

Desperate for a glimmer of hope, you asked for it. The maid promised to travel to her hometown the very next day to procure the powder.

Zayne did not return that evening. You knew exactly where he was—the Princess was undoubtedly detaining him in one of the palace pavilions. If only you came from a more powerful clan, perhaps she wouldn't dare steal your husband so brazenly.

But hope arrived the next day. Your maid returned from her grueling journey with two small packets of medicine. She strictly instructed you to use only a tiny pinch in his tea or food. Being cautious, you gave a small portion to the maid to test on her own husband. The next morning, she bashfully requested a day off, citing exhaustion from their "nocturnal activities."

It worked! You nearly leaped with joy. You tucked the packets away in your bookshelf, waiting with bated breath for Zayne’s return.

When he finally arrived that night, he was as silent as ever. You knew he would come to your chambers, so you prepared the tea. But your nerves got the better of you. In a fit of desperate longing, you poured an entire packet into his cup. You moved to call the maid to change it, but he was already at the door.

"Wife," he greeted you curtly, taking his seat. His eyes flickered to the teapot, noting your hesitation.

"The tea has grown cold. I’ll have the maid fetch a fresh pot," you said, reaching for the vessel. His hand shot out, stopping you.

"A little cold is fine. Pour it."

With no way to refuse, you poured the tea. He tapped his fingers twice on the table in a rhythmic, silent beat, then drained the cup in one swallow.

"It is quite fragrant... and sweet. Did you change the leaves?" He tasted the lingering sweetness on his tongue. Even you could smell the intoxicating, flowery aroma rising from him.

"Oh—yes! It’s a new blend that’s quite popular!" You answered, your voice a pitch too high. He merely stared at you, and silence reclaimed the room.

"The bath is ready, my Lord, if you wish to wash." His brow furrowed slightly at your formal tone, but he sighed and stood, raising his arms for you to help him disrobe.

As he stepped into the water, you saw a fresh scar blooming on his shoulder. Sorrow washed over you. Why was it always him? Why did he have to carry the weight of the empire on his shoulders since his youth? You bathed him with tender care, your eyes misty. You didn't notice his breathing growing heavy and shallow.

"Wife..." he groaned, the sound more of a whimper than a call.

"Yes, my Lord?" You continued to pat the area around his wound with a dry cloth.

"What sort... of tea did you give me?" He looked at you, his eyes bloodshot and hazy. His face was flushed crimson, and sweat began to bead across his skin.

"Tea? I—oh no! Are you alright?" You reached out to wipe his brow, but he caught your wrist in a grip that was uncharacteristically tight.

"Wife, what did you do?" His voice dropped an octave. He stepped out of the bath, dripping wet, still holding you. He looked disoriented, pinching the bridge of his nose with his free hand.

"I... I only gave you some medicine," you stammered, backing away. Your eyes drifted down, widening at the undeniable, rigid evidence of his arousal. "They said it would help us."

"Help with what?" He gasped for air, his gaze darkening with an intensity you couldn't name. "Us?"

"That medicine is to help couples love each other again!" you blurted out, your frustration finally boiling over. "You are always with that Princess!"

"Wife—"

"Or you are at war! You never come to see me unless it is late at night to satisfy your own desires!"

"Dear—"

"I know our marriage was just an agreement, but it hurts to see you leave every time! Why won't you look at me?"

"Wife, please—"

"Why won't you love me back? If you were always going to return to her, why did you marry me?!"

"Y/N—"

"We should never have married! You should have just stayed with the Princess!" you screamed, yanking your hand back. "At least then I wouldn't have to be sad every day because you don't love me..." Your voice crumbled into a whisper, tears streaming down your face.

A heavy silence filled the room, broken only by his ragged breathing.

"I... hah... I thought you knew."

You looked up, startled. Despite the lust clouding his features, his eyes held a profound, aching sadness.

"What...?"

"I thought you knew that I love you, wife. I thought that by... hah... giving you everything, by building the most beautiful pavilion for you... you would understand."

"Don't lie to me!" you cried. "You are always so cold, especially when you return from the palace!"

"I felt guilty, my dear. I couldn't... hah... speak because of it. I had to entertain the Princess because of the Emperor’s favor. It was a condition to marry you. That, and fighting at the front line for this country for the next five years."

He staggered, and you caught him, guiding him to the bed. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't think you needed to know. I’m sorry... for not telling you." His thumb, burning with heat, brushed a tear from your cheek. "I love you, dear wife. And I shall prove it tonight, and every night after."

When your lips met, you tasted the sweetness of the medicine on his tongue, and a reflected heat began to bloom in your own core. He undid your silk sash with frantic fingers, and your robes fell away like water. He hovered over you, his breath hitching as he gazed at you.

The kiss was beautiful, filled with a restrained intensity as he tried not to hurt you, but his eyes spoke the truth: he wanted to devour you. He pulled your inner garments away, his gaze never leaving yours. The sheer hunger in his eyes made your body ache with longing.

"Haa... ah... My Lord...!"

"I hate how you call me 'My Lord' all the time." He nipped at your skin, eliciting a sharp moan. "Try another name."

"Ha—Dear...? Ah!"

"I'm going to punish you if you don't answer correctly," he growled, his calloused fingers finding your most sensitive depths. You arched your back, a loud cry escaping your lips.

"Ah... Li Shen...?"

"No. Try again." He increased his pace, his movements rhythmic and demanding until you were lost in a wave of sensation.

"Ah! I'm sorry, please...!" you cried out as you reached your peak.

"Come on, wife. Try again." He put his tongue inside you.

"No, please! Not there...!" You tried to push him away out of sheer bashfulness, but he was an immovable force. He pinned you gently but firmly. "Husband, please...!"

"That's it." He looked up, his breath coming in short bursts. "I am your husband."

He positioned himself, lifting your hips to meet him. "I am going to reward you with my love."

He drove into you with a force that made you gasp. The sensation was heightened, electrified by the medicine in his system. "Don't clench so hard... hah... I might not last."

"Please do..."

"What...?" He paused, looking at you intently.

"Please do, Husband... I want your seed," you whispered, refusing to look away. "Let me conceive your child."

His breath hitched. The last of his restraint snapped. "Seed? My child? Where did my sweet, innocent wife learn to talk like that?" He began to move with a fierce, driving rhythm. "I was going to pace myself, but it seems you want something else entirely."

"Ah! Husband... please fill me! Until I am full with your seed!"

"I will fill you until you glow with my child inside you," he promised, his pace turning sharp and relentless.

He claimed you one last time, a hot surge of life filling you. But he remained hard, the medicine still coursing through him.

"Husband... I don't think I can go again..." you panted, covering your eyes.

He pulled away for only a moment, returning with the remaining tea. He pressed the cup to your lips, urging you to drink.

"You can," he smiled, a wolfish glint in his eye. "Now that I've given you the same medicine."

The room echoed with your cries until the sun began to peek through the lattices.

That night, no servant dared to approach the Lady’s pavilion.

The next day, your maid nearly fainted when you told her you had used a week's worth of the dose in one go. She was relieved to see her Lord was unharmed, and she smiled seeing you so radiant, despite the faint bruises and marks of affection that covered your skin.

He had to leave for war again. But before he left, he spent every moment with you. He walked with you in the gardens, took you to the lantern festival, danced with you under the moon, and loved you fiercely until dawn—this time without the need of medicine. When you woke to his side of the bed empty, the anger was gone—replaced by a quiet, certain warmth.

One month later, he returned. He came straight to you and pressed a tender kiss to your forehead. From his travels, he had brought a gift: your favorite dried persimmons.

But as he held them out, you suddenly covered your nose and retched.

Zayne turned pale. He knew you were rarely ill. He immediately barked orders for a physician. The doctor arrived breathless, hurried into your chambers, and took your pulse.

"This is no illness, my Lord. The Lady is with child."

Your eyes went wide, your hand flying to your mouth in shock. Zayne froze. The General was speechless.

"Husband? Dear?"

Then, he let out a laugh—a loud, joyous sound that no one in the estate had ever heard before. He swept you up into his arms, spinning you around in circles. You laughed with him, tears of joy in your eyes. When he set you down, he held you close, kissing you with a depth of love that promised a lifetime of devotion.

Even the Emperor himself could not be angry when the General never set foot in the Princess's pavilion again.

Oh how I love smut with plot! A bit sweet since my feral season almost end. Based on true story—husband also rigid and don’t understand about what woman wants like this, haha. I love him, tho. Anyway, hope you like it 💙

“Better than I look,” he replied with a faint smile, his voice lacking conviction. “Just a bit sore.” He settled back against the cushions, letting out a quiet sigh as he eased into a more comfortable position.

You leaned in closer, hand finding his as the other trailed along his jaw, brushing your fingers gently across it. “You really should rest. You’re gonna push too hard and your body needs to heal.”

Zayne leaned into your touch, relishing in your warmth. “I just hate feeling…useless,” he admitted. “Sitting around doesn’t feel right.”

“It’s not useless if it’s what you need to get better,” you countered softly, your heart aching for him. You wanted to protect him, to ensure he took the time to recover properly. “Just let yourself relax for now.”

He opened his eyes, locking his gaze with yours. There was a softness there, a vulnerability that made your breath hitch. “What do you suggest we do, then?”

You tilted your head, a smile creeping onto your lips. “How about we just stay here? We can watch a movie or talk…order a  takeaway?”

Zayne smiled and there was a spark in his eyes that made your heart race. “Or…” he trailed off, his expression shifting as he moved closer to you too, “We could do something else…” he mumbles, hand moving to your thigh.

You looked up at him at the implication of his words. You were no stranger to the passion between you, or how high his sex drive seemed to be, but you definitely weren’t expecting it with his injuries, it felt different. “You were told not to, we shouldn’t, can’t.”

His lips curved into a gentle smile, one that held more tenderness than desire. “I know,” he said, his voice low and soothing. “I’m not asking for too much tonight” He leaned in, his forehead resting against yours. “I just want to be close to you.”

The raw sincerity in his words melted away your resistance. You shifted, leaning into him as he gently pulled you closer, wrapping his good arm around your waist and guiding you to straddle him. His movements were slow, careful, mindful of his injuries, but he held you as tightly as he could manage without wincing.

You nestled into the warmth of his body, resting your head against his shoulder, the steady beat of his heart comforting against your ear. But of course when he said he wanted to be close to you, he didn’t just mean cuddling on the sofa and you were quickly made aware of that fact when his fingers slid from your waist downwards, tracing the edge of your panties.

Zayne’s touch was delicate, almost reverent as he pulled your panties aside and though he was injured you knew better than to argue, after all, he was stubborn when he wanted something. There was a softness in his actions—a slowness that spoke of both tenderness and restraint. You could feel the warmth of his breath against your skin as he leaned closer, his lips brushing your temple in a quiet, unspoken promise of care.

You closed your eyes, letting out a soft sigh as his fingers traced slow, languid circles against your clit. His movements were gentle, cautious, as though mindful of his own pain but focused entirely on your pleasure. His ring finger slid along your folds, the cold metal making you shiver as he pulled back slightly to admire the view of his ring disappearing inside your waiting hole.

You felt his body relax against yours, the tension easing from his shoulders, "Just wanna be inside you. Can I? Please-" he murmured, his voice low and husky against your ear. The question was filled with genuine love, and the sound of it sent a shiver down your spine.

You nodded, unable to form words, your breath hitching as his fingers continued their slow exploration. Your hands wandered his skin, fingers dancing across his collarbone before settling on the back of his neck, pulling him closer. His lips found yours in a kiss that was as tender as it was intense, the heat between you simmering just below the surface.

He shifted slightly, careful not to aggravate his injuries, his hand moving to cup your cheek as he deepened the kiss. You could feel the gentle pressure of his fingers against your skin, grounding you in the moment, even as his other hand continued its slow, deliberate strokes, building your pleasure with every gentle circle of his thumb.

Your breath caught in your throat as your body tensed up, but his touch wasn’t rushed. It was as though he wanted to savour every minute, take his time with you. His lips parted from yours long enough for him to whisper against your skin, "I love you," before trailing soft kisses along your jaw and down the side of your neck.

His hand finally moved down to his pants and with no hesitation in his movements, he quickly tugged them down past his hips so that he could pull his cock out. It wasn’t thick, but it was long and pretty, the tip glistening already from his pre. His eyes snapped back to yours, searching for any sign of hesitation, and when you gave him a soft, reassuring nod, his body relaxed.

Carefully, you lifted your hips, enough for him to settle his cock at the perfect angle as he positioned himself at your entrance. He couldn’t stop himself from tapping the head on your pussy, smirking at the sound it caused.

Slowly you lowered yourself down onto him, taking it inch by inch as his breaths came in soft, shaky gasps, leaning into you as he entered you slowly. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of heat and tenderness as he filled you completely.

The sound of his quiet groan as he buried himself inside you only made your heart ache with affection for him. You could feel the strain in his muscles, the way his body was fighting to keep moving despite his injuries, but he never wavered in his gentleness. His hands gripped your hips lightly, holding you in place as he was so tempted to move.

“Is this okay?” he asked, his voice breathless, his forehead resting against yours as he slowly began to, his pace steady and controlled.

You steadied his hips, stopping his movements,  “Let’s just stay like this, okay?” you whispered, “I don’t want you making your injuries worse.”

"Of course," he whispered, his voice tender, filled with understanding. His body stilled, the intensity between you shifting into something even more intimate, more comforting. His arms wrapped gently around you, pressing your bodies together, skin to skin, with no need for hurried movement or frantic passion.

You felt the warmth of him wrap itself around you, the cadence of his breathing smoothing your own. The nearness, the fact that you merely existed together, was enough to cause your chest to ache with emotion. His injuries were still on your mind, but right now it was just the two of you together, safe.

You laid your head against his shoulder, your fingers tracing along the bandages wrapped around his arm. The way he was holding you, despite the pain, said so much about how he cared. He wasn't just desperate to be physically close; he needed you with him in a way more profound than words could say.

His hand wandered down your back, lighter than a feather, as if he was committing the feel of you to memory, relishing the quiet moment between you both. There wasn't any hurry for anything else, it was just you two, wrapped up in each other's presence.

"Thank you-," he whispered, his voice low enough that it was barely there. “For everything.”

You smiled, pressing a soft kiss to his jaw. “You don’t have to thank me,” you murmured, your voice warm and tender.

Zayne held you close, his body warm and solid against yours, but you could feel the tension in his muscles, the careful way he was holding back, resisting the urge to move. The heat between your bodies was palpable; the connection between you two was so strong that even in the stillness every slight shift of his hips sent a ripple of pleasure through you. He was buried inside you, and though he wasn't moving, the feeling of being so intimately connected, so deep inside you was overwhelming.

You could feel the slight trembling in his arms as he resisted the urge to thrust, tension in his breathing as he concentrated on making his movements slow, measured. His forehead leaned against yours, the heat of his breath against your lips with every shaky exhale. He wanted to move-you could feel it in the way his body responded to yours, the way his fingers tightened slightly on your hips-but he was holding himself back, determined not to push too far, not to aggravate his injuries.

“I’m trying,” he whispered, his voice low and ragged, barely above a breath. “But god it’s really- really hard- especially when you keep clenching around me.”

“I’m sorry- can’t help it-” you mumbled as you shifted slightly, adjusting your hips enough to feel him even deeper inside you, and a soft groan escaped his lips. His hands gripped your waist tighter for a moment, his body trembling with the effort to stay still. The pleasure between you simmered, slow and sweet, the tension in the air thickening as you both savoured the closeness, the quiet intensity of the moment.

His breath hitched as you pressed yourself against him, the friction sending sparks of pleasure shooting through you. You could feel how much he wanted to move, how much he wanted to lose himself in you, and fuck you properly like he wanted to, but he was holding back with a kind of tenderness that made your heart swell. His body was warm, solid, and yet so vulnerable beneath your touch.

“I want to,” he murmured, his voice tight with desire, “So badly, just slowly, please-”

His confession, raw and honest, sent another shiver through you. You could feel how hard he was trying to resist the urge to move, to hold back, and that only made the pleasure between you burn hotter. 

“You were ordered not to, you should know that better than anyone. Didn’t think you’d ignore medical advice-” you teased, a knowing smile on your face.

Even as he tried to hold himself still, every tiny movement—every shift of your bodies together—was enough to send waves of pleasure coursing through you. The intensity of his presence, the way his body was wrapped around yours, was almost too much to bear. Each subtle twitch, each breathless sigh, sent shivers of heat rolling through you, building slowly but surely.

He clutched at you, fingers digging into your skin like he was holding on for dear life, as though the pleasure was too intense to keep bottled up. "Feels… too good," he whispered, his voice rough, the words barely audible through his ragged breaths. "But I—" Another whimper broke free from his throat, his hips jerking involuntarily.

His body betrayed him, instinctively seeking more, despite the fatigue that was clearly wearing him down. His resistance only made the heat between you grow fiercer, feeding off his vulnerability, his soft sounds of helpless surrender to the sensations wracking his body.

Zayne’s breath hitched as another soft whimper escaped him, his body trembling against yours. “It’s been too long,” he murmured, voice thick with emotion, his words tumbling out as if he couldn't control them. “I haven’t felt you like this… in so fucking long.” His tone was filled with raw vulnerability, his exhaustion evident, but it was as if the floodgates had opened, and he couldn’t stop himself from speaking.

“I missed you,” he admitted, his voice almost a rasp now, punctuated by breathless gasps. “I didn’t realise how much—how much I needed this. How much I needed you.” His fingers tightened around your skin, like he was afraid you might slip away, his desperation palpable. 

“It’s too much, I—” Another broken sound slipped from him, his hips stuttering against yours as he pressed closer, like he was trying to fuse your bodies together, his cock twitching at every clench of your walls, your pussy sucking him in for all he’s worth, even as the two of you both tried to remain still.

“Stop doing that- I’m too sensitive right now- god-” His words came out in a frantic rush now, like he was unravelling beneath you, his carefully composed exterior finally crumbling.

Another quiet whine left his throat as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, surrendering completely to the feeling of your pussy gripping him like a vice, like you were doing it on purpose. He couldn’t help the low groan that escaped as Zayne’s breath came in ragged gasps, his body trembling against yours as he clung to you, biting down on your shoulder as his orgasm hit him.

It felt as though fireworks were going through him, his thighs shaking as he came, unable to hold back and whining at the sensitivity when you moved your hips slightly, prolonging the feeling as he sat back and let you.

"I..." His voice was barely above a whisper, muffled against your skin. “I didn't mean for that to happen that fast." He leaned back some, his face flushed, the faintest shade of pink climbing up his neck to his cheeks. "We weren't even really-”

Zayne's eyes darted away, the embarrassment palpable in every subtle movement of his body. His hands, which had been so sure and desperate before, rested now light on your skin, almost hesitant. You could feel the tension radiate from him as he was waiting for you to say anything, unsure how to handle the raw vulnerability that he had just let on.

You reached up, your fingers delicately cupping his cheek as you guided his eyes back to yours. His breath hitched, but he didn't pull away this time. The softness in his gaze was still there, lingering beneath the surface of his embarrassment, and you gave him a small smile.

"It's alright," you whispered, your voice low and soothing, the words filling in the space between the two of you with their warmth. "I'm glad I could help… even if only a little."

For one brief second, the tension in his body loosened, and his shoulders sagged when the weight of your words sank deep into him. His eyes softened a little more; the flush was still there on his cheeks, but for now, there was a flicker of something else-something akin to gratitude laced with relief.

Zayne exhaled, the breath shaky but less burdened now, and he leaned into your touch, his forehead resting gently against yours. “You always do,” he murmured, his voice quiet and full of unspoken emotion, as though the weight of everything he'd kept inside had finally lifted, if only a little. “Do you want me to help you-”

You interrupted him before he could even finish his sentence, “No- Just wanted to make you feel better.” you reassured softly as you leaned in to kiss him.

“I love you so much.” he whispered against your lips as he pulled you as close as physically possible.

“I love you too.”

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The chocolate you gave him earlier took over his senses with ease. One liquor filled chocolate was enough to push him to do what he’s always wanted. Have you.

He pulls you off the glass and carries you over to the desk he had you against earlier.

“Zayne… The desk, really?” You giggle and his eyes slam shut before he shakes his head.

“I don’t think I can wait…” Zayne mutters before his lips attack to your neck, leaving subtle bite marks.

“Zayne, I’m not doing anything when you're drunk.” You sigh and let out a quiet whimper as he bites down hard at your words.

“I’m sobering up. One chocolate wasn’t enough to keep me drunk…” He pulls away and looks at you.

“I promise.” Zayne adds before kissing you, his hands sliding up your sides as he situates himself between your spread legs.

“I can’t resist you…” His lips drag down your jaw and his hands slide under your shirt.

“Zayne…” you whine and he kneels down, his hands pushing up your shirt, hands grazing your stomach as his lips do the same.

He presses feather kisses to your soft stomach and kisses your thighs before he stands, pulling off your shirt slowly and tossing his off as well.

“I’ve been so scared of this… Maybe all I needed was a push.” Zayne whispers before pulling your hips off the desk.

His hands move to undo your belt and your shorts in a swift motion. They fall to your feet and he drools at the sight of you in your bra and panties. A black matching set, his favorite color.

A deep groan leaves his lips and his pants tighten, constricting him.

“Gotta take these off…” He mumbles and takes off his pants just as fast as he did yours.

Your eyes widen when you see the bulge in his boxers, the black lace making him harder.

Zayne gets back onto his knees and his eyes wander hungrily over your form. He bites your hips and pulls on the elastic of your panties, stretching it out around his fingers.

“How can you act so unaffected?” He mumbles against your thighs before pulling back up. He eyes you and you blush.

“I am affected… Just keeping myself under control.” You whisper and run a finger along his chest, his body tensing as he holds back a groan.

He leans forwards and undoes your bra one handed, and keeps his eyes on your breasts. God, did he love looking at you.

“Fuck…” Zayne licks his lips before moving in to your peaks. Lips instantly latching onto one while his hand massages the other.

The moans leaving your mouth are almost sinful, and he hasn’t even started.

“Zayne, please…” Your words fuel his fire and he bites down on your nipple, tugging at it before switching to the other.

He leaves obvious hickeys and kisses down your stomach to your panties once again.

“Can I?” His eyes shoot to yours as he looks up at you and you nod.

His hands move to palm himself a couple times and he groans as he licks a stripe up your panties.

Hands quickly yanking them off, he moans at the sights of your slick folds. He kisses your slit sloppily and you whine. How easily he turned you on…

His eyes clouded with a hunger for you, watching your body writhe as he continues to kiss along your skin. Your body jerks against him and he can’t help but smile.

Zayne grips on to your thighs as his kisses become more sloppy, he gets drunk on the feeling of you.

Then, without warning, he pulls your legs over his shoulders and pulls you up to the edge of his desk, his tongue going where you need it most.

His lips suck on your clit while his tongue explores you. Your hand goes to his black hair and tugs at it.

His pretty moans vibrate through your body. You’ve never heard something more beautiful. Zayne practically devours you and can feel his cock pulsing, begging for relief, but he ignores it for you.

He’s not rough with you, but he’s definitely hungry. Every part of you feels like electricity against his tongue and lips.

You’re almost overwhelmed by his presence and you’re close to the edge so soon. He can tell that you’re getting close so he’s working with a purpose, letting his tongue circle the spot you need him most before switching to kitten licks.

Zayne slides his fingers along your wetness before slipping two in, stretching you immediately.

“Zayne…” You moan his name and he nods as he pumps them. Your walls clench and he leans down to kiss you, silencing your moans.

He curves his fingers just right and you immediately finish. Your essence coats his fingers and you both moan together as he gets you through your high.

Slowly withdrawing his fingers, he smiles and brings them to your lips.

“Pretty…” He slides them between your lips and you suck your own cum off his fingers.

He watches you taste yourself and can’t help but let out a low moan as you run your tongue along his fingers, and it sounds like he nearly comes undone at the sight.

Your lust filled eyes look up at him and his knees nearly give out. He leans down and pulls down his boxers, the wet fabric bothering him.

Zayne strokes himself a few times and rubs tour sides.

“Can you turn around for me?” He mumbles and you quickly slide off the desk to lean over it.

Zayne stands between your legs once more, bringing you to meet him.

“Here?” You look back at him, his eyes fluttering as the tip of his cock teases you. Sliding it along your slit, gathering the wetness that pools there.

“I can always take you to my bedroom.” He smiles softly and runs a hand along your back, tracing your spine.

“Mmm, maybe not. Don’t think I can wait.” You giggle and he chuckles along with you.

“Ready?” Zayne whispers and kisses your back while he waits for confirmation.

“Mmm…” You nod and he pulls back enough to align himself with you.

He stands behind you and pulls your hips into him, letting you feel how hard he is and making you clench around nothing. You can feel how big he is, and it makes you whine in need.

“Shh pretty girl… I’ll give you what you need.”

Zayne can feel your anticipation as you wiggle your hips to try to get him to do something, so he gives you a sharp slap on the thigh.

You wince and snap your head back at him.

“What was that for?!” You glare and he smirks.

“Patience is a virtue.” His eyes darken, and he suddenly pushes into you, nearly taking your breath away at the stretch.

He pushes all the way in and bottoms out with a groan; you moan with him, and he sets a pace that’s slow and steady.

“Fuck…” The words that left his mouth let you know that at that moment he lost all his composure. He’s drunk off you. Maybe it wasn’t the chocolate…

He starts slowly, but then quickly picks up the pace. All you can hear is the sounds of his hips against yours, the desk creaking as it takes the weight of you two, and your soft moans as you try to keep yourself quiet.

Zayne grabs your hair to pull your head back. His sudden boldness shocking you, “Is anyone here, princess?”

You blink a few times and shake your head, “No… No one’s here.”

He pulls on your hair harder so you’re looking up at him. “Then let me hear those pretty sounds. I want to hear exactly how much you like it...”

His words sound more like a command and you obey, letting louder moans spill out of your mouth.

Zayne moans with you and moves his fingers down to rub your clit in time with his thrusts. “Good…” he says between breaths. “Make a mess for me.”

Your stomach flips and tightens, his tip hitting that special spot perfectly, and his fingers toying with your clit. It’s all enough to throw you over the edge.

“Zayne, I can’t hold it…” You look back at him and take notice of his flushed face, hair sticking to his forehead. He can feel your walls clenching and it only makes him harder, close to release as well.

“Do it.” He says in a harsh whisper. “Make a mess all over me… Let me feel you.”

You hear the desperation and a whine in his voice. A few thrusts, and he undid you a second time.

Zayne can feel you flutter around him and a low growl erupts from his chest.

“Oh fu-“ He tries to catch himself but it’s too late, the pressure is too much and he comes with you. He fills your womb while his groans fill the room.

You grip the desk as he fucks you through both of your orgasms, slowly but surely. His hips stuttered until he was completely empty, and let the desk take both of your weight as he leaned down to press his cheek against your shoulder.

“I… I can’t feel my legs,” He said with a shaky laugh, still trying to catch his breath.

You laugh with him, and he gets off you, pulling out of you. You can feel your thighs, and his desk, are wet. Including the papers on his desk, unfortunately.

“I’n gonna have to drink more if this is the result.” Zayne says with a chuckle and you giggle as you stand. His hands immediately dart out to help you and you smile at him.

“You okay?” He asks, and his voice is back to that caring doctor tone that he’s known for.

“Yeah, just a bit tired Doc…” You smile warmly at him and he picks you up bridal style in a blink of an eye.

“Let’s sleep, I’m tired too…” He carries you to his room, sitting you on the bed, he quickly grabs a shirt from his drawer.

“Here, it’ll keep you warm.” Zayne hands it to you, and you slide it on. He nods at the sight before sliding on a pair of boxers himself.

You get comfortable under the covers and he turns off the table's side lamp before snuggling close to you.

You mumble and hear subtle breathing from him. He’s asleep…

An unforeseen turn in events, and you had somehow excelled past the advisors’ expectations, garnering the Emperor’s affection for you. Whilst a small number of the Emperor’s advisors were pleased, the majority were not. Standing before them, you can see the disdain on their faces, the hatred that belies their thin smiles. Jealousy is above all however, for their own daughters were once placed forth as noble matches for the Emperor. 

You jolt out of your thoughts when an Imperial guard takes your arm, moving you to stand before the Emperor. Zayne looks down at you, and you can spy the slight softening of his eyes as he watches you bow to him.

“As I have said,” Zayne repeats, “she is not with child.”

“Forgive me, your majesty,” a voice speaks out from behind you, “how can she not be with child? We- we have heard of what occurred.”

Zayne motions for you to spin around, and you do as he wants. You now face his entire court, advisors gathered in hours of the early morning. It was the grand chancellor who spoke, a tall man, his face gaunt. You remember he had served Zayne’s father before he had passed.

“We are both not ready for children,” Zayne explains, “I had the palace physician brew a tea under my command.”

It was true. You had both spoken about the matter, and you simply could not handle carrying a child so soon. Zayne had agreed, snuck you out through the passages in the middle of the night, and had taken you to the palace physician. The brewing of such teas was not unheard of, but certainly not an accepted occurrence, although perhaps more commonly used among the nobility.

“I see…” the grand chancellor says slowly, his gaze fixating on you.

You want to shrink away, somehow hide behind the safety of the Emperor, but you cannot. Instead, you shift on the spot, averting your gaze to the floor as though you were not the very object of interest of this gathering.

“And you intend to continue this foolish endeavor?” 

Your head snaps up at the harsh words, gaze settling on the new voice that had spoken out. A lower ranking official judging by the coloring of his robes, his eyes narrowing as he stares at you.

“It appears you forget yourself,” the Emperor replies coolly. 

“Or perhaps you forget yourself, your majesty,” the official spits, stepping forward, “you would ruin the image of your rule to marry some… some lowly concubine?”

The murmurs of the other members of court are hard to ignore, hushed whispers breaking out at the official’s blatant show of disrespect towards the Emperor.

“And was it not this very court that decided to gather concubines without my knowledge?”

“For child bearing!” the official hisses, pointing his finger towards you accusingly, “not for marriage!”

You swallow harshly at the viciousness of his words, biting back the insults that threaten to spill out. Retaliation in such a meeting would only support the official’s cause. 

“She will be your Empress,” Zayne says calmly, “if you seek to insult my future wife yet again, I will have you removed immediately.”

Heat rushes to your cheeks when he affirms that you’ll be his wife. It may not be the best time, but the light flush covers your cheeks and you try to stop the pull of your lips, a smile threatening to spread across your face.

“If you think I- we will stand for such insolence, you are sorely mistaken, your majesty” the official snarls.

A bitter laugh echoes through the throne room. 

“Be grateful that I am not my father,” Zayne murmurs, “for he would have had your head. Remove your seal.”

The official sputters, looking around at the rest of the court members wildly. Most avoid his eyes, others unconsciously touching their own seals through the fabric of their robes.

You flinch when the official removes his Imperial seal angrily, tossing the little silver square at your feet.

“You have poisoned his mind,” he accuses heatedly, face reddened from his outburst, “and you should do well to remember your station.”

Irritation pricks at your skin, your teeth gritting together. You were well aware of your station, of your status and how you’re perceived. The incessant reminders aren’t doing well to calm your frayed nerves, brows pulling together as you glare at the official. 

“Bow to her.”

The rules of nobility have been set in place for longer than you could possibly know, and yet Zayne seems insistent on breaking them. It’s bold, even for him, to demand such a thing. You turn, shooting him a look, subtly shaking your head. There’s a hint of a smile on the Emperor’s face, as though enjoying this confrontation.

“I- I will do no such thing!” the official protests.

“You have already lost your seal and your position and you still will not do as I say?” Zayne murmurs, leaning forward in his throne.

You watch with wide eyes when the official does bow to you, the upper half of his body lowering. Another round of hushed whispers passes through the room, and you can feel the grand chancellor’s eyes boring into you. His authority was only second to the Emperor, the only man who held a real chance of changing Zayne’s mind.

“Good,” Zayne says, leaning back on his throne, “now leave us.”

The throne room clears out immediately, until you’re the only one remaining. You smile at him, stepping between his legs until you’re standing in front of him.

“I did not take you for a tyrant,” you tease, brushing his hair out of his face.

“And I did not know that protecting my future wife made me a tyrant,” Zayne muses, his arms wrapping around your waist.

He tugs you closer, his head falling forward to rest against your stomach, face burying itself in your robes. A soft sigh leaves you, fingers running through his loose hair, scratching at his scalp lightly.

“Tired?” you ask, arm wrapping around his neck.

The Emperor nods against your stomach, trying to press his face deeper. A laugh escapes you at his needy behavior, your hand managing to cup his jaw to bring him out of his hiding place. 

“The affairs of state have become bothersome,” Zayne says, peering up at you.

“Oh? You did not seem to mind before.”

“Playing coy?” Zayne smiles faintly, tugging you forward until you stumble and land on his lap.

“Hardly,” you whisper, pressing yourself closer as your hands curl into his robes.

The Emperor leans back on his throne, his hands kneading at your hips. You chase after him, eyes fluttering shut as you press your lips against his. Zayne lets out a low noise, drawing you closer, his hand sliding up your back as you kiss. The memory from last night is still fresh, the feeling of his hands on your body ingrained in your mind. 

“I cannot have enough of you,” he whispers, lips brushing over yours.

“You- you ought to rest,” you gasp, tilting your head to let him kiss down the length of your neck.

Zayne kisses your sternum, and back up your neck before he sighs and tucks his face into the crook of your neck. You hold him close, hand smoothing over his hair gently.

“I have made things difficult for you,” you say quietly.

He shakes his head, squeezing your waist reassuringly. 

“I have become complacent,” he murmurs, “simply letting others do as they please.”

You kiss his forehead when he lifts his head, brushing your thumbs over his cheeks. Exhaustion mars the Emperor’s face, his eyes looking sunken and dull. The sudden gathering of his court appears to have drained his energy.

“I shall have to gather them again,” Zayne says, “the trade agreements need attention.”

A smile settles on your face when he kisses your cheeks gently, his hands petting your sides. You move off of his lap, standing up with him reluctantly. Reaching out, you fix his hair and his robes that you had held onto earlier. 

“Finish, then retire to your chambers to rest,” you instruct, patting his chest.

Zayne laughs, his head dipping down to kiss you. You return the kiss eagerly, pulling apart with a few sweet, little pecks to his lips.

“You are already acting like a doting wife,” he whispers.

You flush when he says that, looking away. It’s still hard to get over the fact that Zayne, the Emperor, wants to marry you of all people. The thought of it all makes your palms sweaty, cheeks hot and heart race. There’s a whirlwind upon you, Zayne, tearing apart your preconceived notions of the Empire. 

“I want to dote on you.”

The words tumble from your lips, soft and vulnerable. You’ve never felt this way about a man, never had a man pay attention to you, never been touched by a man before him. It’s as though the Emperor’s expressions are always tender in the way he gazes at you. You’ve never known what it’s like to be in love, but if it’s like this, so startlingly soft and sickeningly sweet, you fear you may be lost in him forever. 

“I- I just meant-” you begin to correct yourself, fidgeting with your robes.

“I know what you meant,” Zayne says softly, his hands finding yours.

Your breath catches in your throat when he lifts your hands to his mouth, his thumbs running over your skin soothingly. Zayne keeps his eyes on you as he kisses across your knuckles, squeezing your hands gently after. 

“I said I take care of what’s mine,” he continues, drawing you close, “and you are mine now.”

You nod jerkily, shoving your face into his chest. The Emperor hums, stroking your hair slowly. Unfortunately, you don’t get to bask in his embrace for any longer, a guard announcing the arrival of a messenger.

“Rest,” you remind him, planting a soft kiss on his cheek.

Zayne nods, squeezing your waist before allowing you to draw away. 

-

The other girls crowd around you immediately when you enter your chambers, their expressions sly and knowing as they tug you towards the middle of the room, soft giggles filling the air.

“Well?” one of them asks, eyes wide with curiosity. 

“Well what?” you ask, feigning innocence.

A chorus of complaints breaks out.

“Stop being shy!”

“We tell you our stories!”

“You must tell us!”

One of the girls reaches for you, her arm hooking with yours. She leans down, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispers conspiratorially.

“Was the Emperor well-endowed?”

“Oh, stop it!”

- 

The grand chancellor has been lurking in the hallways.

You’d noticed the tall man when you had left to make some tea, but after a considerable amount of time, he was still there. The cold breeze outside should’ve been enough to deter him, but you’ve figured he must be intent on speaking to you.

To be frank, you aren’t in the mood for another confrontation just days later from the disastrous court meeting that had occurred. It’s why you hold your breath as you sneak out from your chambers, feet padding against the floor lightly as you try to slip past the grand chancellor’s turned back.

“Will you avoid me for much longer?” he calls out. 

You wince, halting in place. The grand chancellor cannot be avoided forever, you suppose.

“Come along,” he says, his fingers motioning for you to follow him.

You do as he says begrudgingly, following after the grand chancellor. To your surprise, he leads you into the gardens rather than a private room. Snow is yet to fall today, autumn soon drawing to a close in a few weeks. You wipe the fallen leaves that have landed on a nearby bench, sitting down after the grand chancellor does.

It’s suffocatingly awkward, your fingers playing with each other agitatedly as he simply sits next to you, looking out at the plants and trees that make up the gardens. You realize it would be a foolish idea to let your guard down around him. The grand chancellor hadn’t reprimanded Zayne during that meeting and yet you remember the way he had been staring at you. His intentions are hard to discern, his loyalties to the Emperor and the Emperor alone. 

“Much like his father, his majesty is stubborn,” the grand chancellor says, “I have had the pleasure of knowing both men since they were children.”

“I see,” you murmur, peeking a glance at him.

You don’t know why he’s telling you this, half-expecting the man to begin berating you for becoming so close to Zayne. 

“I shall be frank,” he sighs, turning to face you, “I did not expect the Emperor to become so… enamored by you.”

“I did not expect it either,” you grumble defensively.

“His majesty is an intelligent man. He knows of the consequences and yet seems intent on taking you to wed.”

“Consequences?” you echo.

“Political alliances are frail,” he explains, picking up a fallen leaf and examining it, “marriage is the easiest way to prevent a war between regions.”

“We have not been at war for years!” you protest, shaking your head.

“And we will not be for many more,” the grand chancellor assures you, “I am simply warning you of what may come when you are Empress.”

You don’t understand the politics of the Empire, have never been privy to such things. The grand chancellor only adds to the confusion and uncertainty that has been brewing inside your mind. 

“I thought you would dissuade him,” you say quietly.

“The boy deserves happiness,” the grand chancellor murmurs, standing up, “if he wishes to be with you, then I will allow it.” He peers down at you, his lips thinning. “Take caution, child. Envy drives men to madness. The nobility may hide behind their bloodlines, but a cesspool festers within.”

The grand chancellor hands you the withered leaf.

“Loyalties change as the seasons do.”

- 

A week later, the Emperor finds you in the gardens, sitting under a tree.

“You have not come to see me,” Zayne says, sitting down beside you.

“I did not want to trouble you,” you reply.

You reach for his hand, lacing your fingers with his. The Emperor’s fingers are stained with ink, streaks of black covering his pale skin. Zayne’s arm wraps around your waist, pulling you flush against his side.

“The grand chancellor is worried.”

“I surmised as much,” the Emperor sighs, his fingers playing with your robes.

You peer up at him, and Zayne leans down, dropping a kiss to your forehead. There’s a part of you that can’t help but feel you’re putting him in a position that he normally wouldn’t be in if he had simply chosen to marry someone of higher status.

“Do you truly wish to marry me?” you ask quietly, averting your gaze.

“Have I told you otherwise?” Zayne asks in return, his fingers gripping your chin to turn your head so that your eyes meet his again.

The tenderness in his eyes is overwhelming. You feel as though you’re drowning, swallowed up by his irises and his honest gaze. Things would’ve been far simpler if he were someone less important, but you can’t imagine Zayne being anything other than the Emperor, for it would be a disservice to the Empire.

You shift, standing up before settling your hands on his broad shoulders, straddling him as you climb up onto his lap. It’s improper to act so brazenly, but you’ve done far more improper things with him, acted far more brazenly in his presence. The Emperor grunts as you settle yourself on his lap, his arms wrapping around your waist to pull you closer.

“I am not fit to be your Empress,” you whisper.

Zayne doesn’t say anything for a moment, his hand simply rubbing up and down your back soothingly. Your throat is tight and you can feel your lips trembling. You don’t want to cry, but you can’t help it when a sniffle escapes you.

“And you think I am fit to be Emperor?” he whispers, “I am only here because of my father and his father before him and so on.”

“But you are the Emperor,” you insist, voice quavering, “I could not possibly-”

“Forget about nonsensical titles,” Zayne murmurs, his hands cupping your cheeks as his thumbs wipe away the hot tears that have begun to roll down your cheeks, “I meant every word I said that night.”

“B- but-” 

“But nothing,” the Emperor soothes, staring into your eyes intently, “I would sooner have no one than not have you.”

“You are the worst,” you say tearily, pushing at his chest weakly. 

“Ah, I am sure,” he says, a small smile spreading across his face.

The Emperor cradles your head, tilting it to his will as he kisses away the fresh tears that wet your cheeks. He doesn’t stop there, his lips dragging over your skin gently. The Emperor kisses your brows, your closed eyelids, the tip of your nose, every inch of your face that is bared to him.

“Thank you,” you whisper. 

You kiss him gently and Zayne smooths his thumbs over your cheeks, deepening the kiss as he presses his lips against yours firmly. A soft whine leaves you, letting his tongue lick over the seam of your lips before he licks into your mouth, tongue delving deep. The Emperor kisses you as though trying to convince you of his words, as though to make you stay. 

“I want to show you something,” Zayne says, his forehead pressing against yours. You nod, moving to stand up. Zayne doesn’t let you, instead hauling you up into his arms and standing up. A surprised squeak bubbles out of you when you realize the Emperor is carrying you.

“Zayne!” you protest, “Zayne, people will see!”

Zayne only tightens his grip when you begin to squirm, brushing a kiss to your forehead to calm your ministrations.

Unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately, people do see. You try to shrink in his grasp, pressing yourself into his chest as the palace staff pause their duties to watch with wide eyes as the Emperor carries you out of the gardens. Some are unable to stop their jaws from slackening, others beginning to point and whisper amongst themselves.

The Emperor hardly bats an eye, his stride strong and purposeful as he carries you through the hallways and courtyards. It’s a statement in and of itself. 

You spy the smirk on an Imperial guard’s face when he opens up the doors to the throne room, your eyes narrowing when the man sends you a wink. The doors slam shut with a resounding thud, leaving only you and Zayne inside.

“Zayne- Zayne, no!” you hiss, hands scrabbling at his shoulders when you realize what he’s doing. 

Your legs kick out, trying to somehow climb up the Emperor’s tall frame. It’s futile against his strength, his hands manhandling you until he sets you down on his throne. If he doesn’t punish you for it, you fear the Heavens will. 

“Stay,” the Emperor says, pushing at your shoulders when you try to shoot up from where you’re sitting, “I command it.”

You sit in place rigidly, back straight. There are centuries of history that make up this throne, and you can’t help but feel that you are somehow dishonoring it all by sitting here. 

“What are you-” your brows furrowing when he suddenly begins to bend.

Fingers digging into the arms of the throne, you feel as though you might faint as you watch the Emperor bow to you before sinking to his knees. Zayne stares up at you expectantly, his eyes twinkling with mirth.

“G- get up!” you whisper heatedly.

There’s no one here, but you can only imagine the severity of the consequences if someone were to stumble in here and find the Emperor on his knees for you.

“Command it,” he says, looking perfectly content in his current position.

“No one can command the Emperor!”

“I will not move unless you exert your authority,” Zayne says simply.

Your eye twitches at his insistence, at his own brazenness. 

“Say it,” he coaxes gently, “say it and I will stand.”

“I-” your breath catches in your throat awkwardly. You flush when Zayne nods his head encouragingly, your voice breathy when you begin to speak again. “I c-command you to stand.”

“Very good,” he murmurs, standing up and moving towards you.

Zayne smiles at you, his head dipping to crash his lips onto yours, his hands braced on the arms of his throne. You gasp, arms wrapping around his neck as he kisses you fiercely. The Emperor continues his onslaught of kisses, dragging his lips down your neck as his fingers pull free the knot holding your robes together.

“You think your station determines your worth,” Zayne whispers, his teeth scraping your shoulder, “but this- you are worth more to me than the finest jade.”

“Stop,” you whisper, eyes slipping shut, “you must stop speaking like that. It does awful things to my heart.”

He laughs softly, kissing between your breasts. You bite your lip as his mouth envelops your breast, his tongue swirling around your nipple. His teeth catch on it, tugging playfully before letting it pop free as he switches breasts. You run your fingers through his long hair, head tipping back against the throne as your body convulses.

The Emperor holds you in place, letting his tongue lave over your areola, his half-lidded eyes peering up at you to catch your reactions. You give him a weak smile and Zayne moans around your breast, his hand squeezing at the fat of your other breast.

Your dazed eyes watch as he kisses down your body, kissing your hip then your navel. He sinks to his knees once again, and you can’t find it in yourself to reprimand him, lost in the haze of lust and love. Zayne kisses the curls of hair on your mound, his hands gripping your calves to help guide your legs over his shoulders.

“I have missed this,” he whispers, his thumbs pulling apart your folds.

“As have I,” you sigh.

You moan when Zayne licks up a stripe over your cunt, collecting your arousal on his tongue. He rests his cheek against your thigh, watching intently as your aching hole clenches around nothing, watching as more slick drips from you.

“Stop staring,” you mumble, pushing at his head gently.

“I enjoy the sight,” he says in return.

Your thighs twitch when he pushes the hood of your clit up a little more, exposing the swollen bud. Zayne groans, kissing the inside of your thigh firmly before licking over your cunt again. A strangled gasp rips out of your throat, hands tightening in his hair as he sucks your clit into his mouth.

“Z- Zayne- ah- hah!” 

A soft whimper escapes when he kisses your clit, his fingers dimpling into the flesh of your thighs harshly. Zayne pulls you to the edge of the throne, his face burying deeper as he groans again, drinking down your slick. 

You squeal when he fucks his tongue into you, body shaking uncontrollably as you fist his hair tighter. He hisses against your cunt, renewing his efforts. You can feel his mouth opening wider, trying to consume you whole, licking and sucking desperately at every inch of velvety, sensitive flesh he can reach.

His nose rubs against your clit, and you’re seeing stars. The Emperor makes an obscene noise and you can feel his tongue moving inside of you, the feeling making your thighs clamp around his head. 

“Have- have you ever put your fingers inside of yourself?” he asks, raising his head.

You shake your head, watching as his fingers stroke over your clit lovingly, his mouth pressing open-mouthed kisses to your knee.

“May I?” the Emperor whispers, his finger prodding at your hole.

You give him a jerky nod, legs falling apart a little more for him. He smiles up at you, his finger sinking into you slowly. You whimper at the sensation, clenching around his finger. Zayne adds another soon after, and you’re panting desperately, hips bucking as he curls them inside of you. 

“The scroll said to do something like this,” he mutters under his breath.

“You- oh- you read a scroll?” you grit out.

“It was quite informative,” Zayne murmurs, beginning to move his fingers.

“Why must you be so- ah!” 

You don’t get to finish your sentence, your knuckles turning white as you grip the throne for stability as he latches his mouth back onto your clit, his fingers thrusting in and out of you. The heat inside your stomach grows more intense with each flick of his tongue, his teeth scraping against your sensitive flesh for good measure.

Moans have begun to fill the air, and you can’t find it in yourself to care anymore, letting go completely. You guide his head to where you want him, toes curling against his back, crumpling his silk robes. Zayne’s mouth works with his fingers diligently, his fingers crooking up a little more to graze the spot where you need it most.

You peek down to see the pink flush on his cheeks and your back arches, his name leaving your mouth in a cry as you come on his fingers and his tongue. The Emperor moans as you writhe, his fingers moving in and out of you a couple more times before freeing them from your clenching walls.

Chest heaving, you pant, slumping back in the throne as he kisses across your puffy folds and sensitive cunt. Your thighs twitch a little when he peppers soft, little kisses against your clit and you can’t help but think the man has an obsession with its ability to bring you such pleasure.

The Emperor kisses up your body and you cup his jaw, kissing him sweetly.

“I fear this throne may be ruined,” you whisper against his lips.

He laughs, his nose nudging yours gently, “I recall promising to take you on it.”

“Before that,” you stand up on shaky legs, pushing at his chest until he sits back on his throne.

Adoration glimmers in his eyes, watching as your loose robes slip from your shoulders, pooling at your feet. You stand bare before the Emperor, and you catch the slight spreading of his thighs to relieve the ache of his cock.

This time it’s you that’s sinking to your knees, pulling his robes free. The muscles of his abdomen clench when you run your fingers down his chest, his hand coming up to cover his flushed face.

“Why are you shy now?” you accuse, pouting up at him.

His thighs twitch when you curl your hand around his cock and you can feel the throb of his fat, hot length. 

“You do not have to-” he whispers when he sees your head dip.

“I want to,” you say stubbornly.

Zayne nods in acquiescence, moaning when you begin to drag your hand up and down his cock. It’s a little intimidating when you stare at it up close, but you swallow down your worries, leaning forward to kiss the tip experimentally.

His cock twitches in response, pre-cum beading at the tip. Your tongue darts out, licking up the little glob, feeling the taste of him spread across your tongue.

“Zayne,” you whisper, breath fanning over his cock, “Zayne, you must watch me.”

The Emperor groans at your lilting voice, his eyes opening the moment your mouth envelops him. His hips buck and you nearly seize up at the feeling of the head of his cock hitting the back of your throat. You mewl around him, breathing through your nose, tongue swirling before your head begins to bob up and down.

“Fuck,” Zayne hisses, his fingers spreading across your scalp, “my love, you are devious.”

You hum in response, pulling off of his cock in favor of giving more attention to the tip of it. You swirl your tongue, tongue flicking at the flared head and it’s enough to make Zayne whine, his thighs spreading wider for you. 

“Can you take it deeper?” he asks, his fingers trailing down the curve of your cheek.

“I shall try,” you murmur, mouth opening for him.

He hooks his thumb into the corner of his mouth, cupping your chin before his thumb spreads over the flat of your tongue. You smile, eyes flashing with mischievousness as you suck his thumb into your mouth, tongue flicking against the pad of it. 

Zayne shoots you a searing look and you watch as he grips the base of his cock. He drags the tip of his cock against your closed lips, entranced as he watches his pre-cum smears across your lips. His other hand presses at the back of your head and your mouth opens again, letting him guide his cock into your mouth.

“Just like that,” he whispers, “good girl.”

You can feel arousal shooting through you at the praise, slick pooling between your thighs yet again. The ache is so unbearable that you shove your hand between your thighs, rubbing at your clit.

The Emperor pushes your head gently and you go willingly, slurping and sucking around his thick cock. Saliva drips from your mouth, coating his cock and his balls, strings of it landing on the edge of his throne. You rub at your clit faster, eyes fluttering as he brushes your loose hair away from your face.

“A- ah,” Zayne rasps, “hah- my love.”

The term of endearment is enough to have you taking it upon yourself to sink down his cock even more. The tufts of his black hair hit your nose for a moment, but you’re inexperienced and you’ve overestimated your own abilities. The feeling of his cock filling your throat is too much, and you choke, throat seizing, causing you to pull off with a hoarse cough as your eyes water.

Concern flits across Zayne’s face, his thumb swiping over your swollen lips. You give him a watery smile, cheeks flushing with embarrassment. He sighs in relief when he sees you’re okay, leaning forward to place a tender kiss to your lips.

“So willful,” the Emperor murmurs.

He slides his hands under your armpits, picking you up and setting you down on his lap.

“I can do it again,” you mumble, gaze lowering to see his cock pressed between your bodies.

Zayne smiles, petting at your sides, “as much as I enjoyed the feeling, I cannot have my darling choking on my cock.”

“I was not choking,” you whine, hiding your face in the crook of his neck.

“If you insist,” Zayne soothes, “but when we are married, I will have many more opportunities to watch you swallow my cock.”

The Emperor’s constant promise of marriage has your heart lurching and you lean forward, crushing your lips against his. He grunts in surprise at your sudden action but returns the kiss just as eagerly, squeezing at your hips.

You whine into his mouth, his hair tickling your skin as he presses forward, his hips rolling up into yours. You can feel his hard cock between your thighs, the length dragging between your folds. 

Zayne groans at the sensation, his head falling back and you take the opportunity to kiss down his neck, rolling your hips wantonly, your nails digging into his broad shoulders.

“Who are you?” he whispers, groping the fat of your ass.

“W- what?” you pull back, confusion spreading across your face.

The Emperor guides your hips to continue moving, your folds hugging his cock as you grind against it.

“Who are you?” Zayne asks again, “your title, what is it?”

Pleasure has made your mind hazy, and you can’t discern whether he’s playing a game of some sort with his questions, or whether he’s suffering from some sort of untimely amnesia.

“Your concubine,” you reply, “I thought-”

You jolt in his arms when he suddenly lands a heavy spank to your ass, his eyes narrowing when he hears your answer.

“Incorrect,” Zayne murmurs, his hand squeezing your ass in warning.

“I am your concubine- ah!”

Zayne shakes his hand, spanking you twice. You can feel the prickly heat spread across your skin, the pain searing. You glare up at him, and he smiles back, his hand smoothing over your reddened backside. 

“Who are you, my love?” he whispers, his nose nudging yours.

Oh. Oh. 

The Emperor’s insistence is a remarkable thing, you think. He may be even more stubborn than you are. Zayne’s fingers tapping against your cheek brings you out of your thoughts, your eyes meeting his. 

“I- I am your Empress,” you say quietly.

“Precisely.”

Zayne slots his lips over yours and you mewl, your hips beginning to rock again, inner thighs wet with your slick and his pre-cum smeared over his abdomen. He kisses you over and over until you’re short of breath and your lips are swollen and slick with his spit.

“Will you take my cock, my love?” 

“Y- yes,” you say airily, lifting your hips as he grips the base of his cock, “please.”

Zayne squeezes your hip, watching as you bite your lip and sink down on his cock. His cock is just as girthy as you remember, filling up your needy hole perfectly. Your body falls forward at the feeling and Zayne kisses your cheek, his arms wrapping around your waist.

“Always take my cock so well,” he praises.

Your hands plant themselves against his chest as your head tips back, taking what you want from him. Hips rising and falling, airy moans filling the air, you ride the Emperor. Zayne moans with you, his hands kneading at the flesh of your sides before drifting to take handfuls of your ass too.

“So good,” you slur, the force of your movements increasing, “feels so good, Zayne.”

“I know,” Zayne whispers, watching the bounce and sway of your breasts as you move atop him, “use me, my love.”

You do as he says, using him to drive yourself further to the edge of pleasure. The sounds filling the throne room are lewd, the clap of skin echoing throughout coupled with your shared noises.

Your thighs burn as you roll your hips, taking his cock deeper into the heat of your cunt, feeling it punch into the most sensitive spot inside of you. It’s too much, the mind-numbing sensations and your own body tiring with every movement.

You slump against him, hips slowing to a pitiful stop, his fat cock still stuffed inside of you. It twitches and you whimper, peering up at Zayne desperately.

“Husbands should take care of their wives,” you mumble, lips pressing against his.

“But we are not yet married,” he whispers teasingly. 

Zayne kisses you slowly, his hand sliding up your neck and stopping to cup your cheek. He molds you to his will, maneuvering your body as he sees fit, grabbing at every inch of flesh he can reach.

“But I am yours,” you say earnestly, “and I will be yours till the day I die.”

“You will, won’t you?” Zayne smiles, drawing you closer, “nothing makes me happier, my dear.”

You wail when he suddenly ruts up into you, balls slapping against your ass as he tightens his grip to bounce you up and down on his lap. Your hands lose their holds on his shoulders, scrabbling for stability until you find purchase on the top of his throne. 

The Emperor is fucking you on his throne. 

You try to feel some sense of mortification, but you can’t, the feeling of his cock erasing all sensible thoughts from your mind. Zayne slaps your ass and you squeak, body falling forward even more. Your breasts press into his face and you whine when he mouths at them, sucking a hardened nipple into his mouth.

The Emperor’s name leaves your mouth in a pleading chant and he answers your needs, pulling you down until your cunt is flush with the base of his cock, pussy swallowing up his length completely. Zayne slows to a grind, keeping his cock stuffed inside of you. 

You curl an arm around his neck, hugging him closer to your breasts and Zayne groans, his mouth opening wider to try and take in your entire breast. He stares up at you, the flush on his cheeks deepened and eyes so, so soft. 

Your lips slot over his as soon as his mouth detaches from your breast, your lips working against his slowly and sweetly, hips swaying back to meet the slow thrusts of his hips.

“You have ruined me,” you confess, cheek resting on his shoulder.

“Better it be me than some other man,” he whispers.

You agree with him on that. Zayne has given you far more than you could’ve possibly dreamed, the twist of fate bringing you something, or rather, someone to cherish.

“You are everything, Zayne.”

He groans at your bold words, his head falling back against his throne. You come undone in slow waves, body trembling as he comes with you, his cock kicking inside of you as hot cum spurts from the tip, filling you up. You can feel the thickness of it, cum spilling into you for a few moments longer as your hips slow to a stop.

You both breathe heavily, his chest moving under yours. A thin sheen of sweat covers your bodies, robes forgotten as they lie at the foot of the throne. 

A soft smile graces your lips as you move his hair out of his eyes, tilting his head to kiss his forehead.

“You spoil me,” Zayne mutters, nuzzling into your palm.

“I think it is the other way around,” you laugh breathlessly.

He sighs, slumping in his throne, his cock still inside of you. You can feel it softening, no longer plugging you full as cum begins to leak out from your pussy.

“I may need more tea,” you whisper.

Zayne huffs in amusement, his fingers collecting his viscous cum. He smears it across your pussy, his fingers catching onto your clit as he rubs his cum onto the little bud. He lifts his hand to your mouth and you accept eagerly, staring into his eyes as you suck his fingers clean of cum.

“Minx,” he mutters.

You giggle, kissing the pads of his fingers affectionately, shifting to sit on his thigh. Zayne smiles in return, his hands massaging your sore thighs. He kisses your cheek a few times, peppers a few kisses here and there over your shoulder.

“Feeling better?” Zayne asks, nuzzling your cheek.

“Much,” you whisper, smiling up at him, “but I fear I may not be able to walk.”

“Shall I carry you again?” the Emperor whispers.

You roll your eyes, prodding your fingers into his chest, “I did not enjoy that.”

“Lying is punishable by death.”

“You are insufferable,” you whisper.

Zayne leans forward for another kiss, but you deny him, slipping off of his lap. He laughs when your thighs tremble, reaching out to catch you by the waist before your knees buckle.

He tugs you onto his lap, thwarting your escape as he kisses you again. You think you won’t be leaving this place anytime soon.

-

Zayne doesn’t think there’s anything more beautiful in this world than when you’re sleeping. 

The slow rise and fall of your chest, the sweet innocence of your face, your hair splayed against the pillows, the gods must favor him for they’ve sent him a vision.

He smiles as he watches you stir in your sleep, brushing away the hair that’s fallen onto your face. Zayne can’t resist leaning closer, his fingers tracing the curve of your cheek, feeling your soft skin under his.

Zayne likes it when you smile, when you glare, the way you protest against his subtle teases. He’s never met someone as endearing as you, never bothered to take interest in another until you came along with that tray of tea clutched in your hands. He hasn’t told you about how his own heart flutters at the mere thought of you, and doesn’t think he will. He’d be better off showing you instead.

Above all, he remembers when you’d stumbled into his chambers, your flustered disposition as you’d apologized. He’d been lonely before you, trapped in a dull existence with others meandering through his life without purpose.

But you’ve changed things now. He feels free when he hears your laugh, the light in your eyes warming him from within. The world around him seems brighter, sparks of color appearing in places he had never seen before. 

pup :p: u literally didn’t answer my question😑

tojii <33: the colors work.

pup :p: 😐

tojiii <33: 👍

incoming FaceTime call from PUP :P

toji squints after accepting the call. the sudden noise and bright light from your dressing room, illuminates his face as he lays back in his quiet hotel room.

“tojiii does it look okay,” you burst, talking fast as you bounce around the screen showing him every single angle of the dress. toji didn’t realize how much he missed you until he heard your voice again.

“i answered you already, baby. it looks good,” he sits up a bit, resting an arm behind his head, as he looks over your outfit.

“you gave me a thumbs up,” you snark, leaning forward squinting into the screen, making the man laugh. “I can’t even see you, it’s dark—“

toji doesn’t say a word, but reaches over and turns the bedside lamp on. your face immediately perks up.

“you’re so cute, listening to me so quickly,” you gush, making toji roll his eyes. fucking tease.

toji understands you’re a popstar. shiu was even surprised to see how well toji assimilated into your life. he didn’t mind checking your outfits, or taking naps in the studio as you learned new dance choreography. vice versa, you pounced around the gym like a ray of sunshine. the other fighters were scared to approach you at first. you were very intimidating, always cold and edgy on stage, but the moment toji came over to you after a training match, your eyes went bright. absolutely melting when toji interlaced your hands bringing it up to his lips to kiss the back of it.

since then the men in the gym were immediately drawn to you. sitting with you as you waited for toji, all of you watching the man train for another match. you fit perfectly.

“give me a spin, baby,” he smiles, and you immediately bounce up and give him a spin. you were too easy for him. not even noticing how you listen to every word he says too.

“isn’t it super nice. the hickey here faded too,” you lift your black skirt to show him your plush thighs, lifting your leg up as your hand smooths over the skin of your inner thigh. “utahime was upset how much time it’s been taking to cover up your marks.” your fingers dance on your squishy thighs, only reminding toji of how long it’s been since he’s been able to wrap his arms around your legs as he buries his face between your legs.

“I’ll mark you up the second i come back, don’t worry,” toji clicks his tongue as you drop the skirt to lean forward so he can see your face closer, and that little twinkle in your eyes.

“I’m not worrying, i know you miss me. you don’t have to say it.” god you’re such a fucking tease.

“how many pictures have you sent me?” his scar twitches into a smirk as he sees you avert your eyes for a moment.

“that’s like…so different,” you blush, remembering how much you missed him. you’ve been sending photos of yourself, followed by a voicemail yesterday of you sighing his name. toji almost punched a wall — he was out on a run when you’d called and he wasn’t there to pick up.

“you like bouncing around on stage showing off for so many people?” his question had your lips curling as you adjusted yourself, making it obvious the way you lean forward so he can see the tops of your tits.

“ya it’s really fun. love the attention so much,” your voice is low, dragging each word with a knowing grin. tease. “you know how it is…”

toji cursed under his breath. it almost made him bust remembering how intense you get on stage. you absolutely adore your fans, and you outdo yourself each concert. after going to a couple of your concerts, toji never wanted you to go alone.

“are you wet already, princess?” toji adjusts himself, trying to ignore the stir in his shorts. because he did not need to remember how absolutely stimulated you get after concerts. always throwing yourself on him afterwards.

your elbows are resting on the counter as you drag your finger across your bottom lip, tongue peaking out to lick the digit before biting down.

“lemme see,” toji touches his scar with his tongue as his legs spread a bit watching you stand up. “lift your little skirt up for me,” he smiles watching you obey. your lacey black body suit had him clenching his jaw. “show me.”

his words sent another warmth down to your panties. “you’re so needy, toji,” you laugh.

“I’ll end the call,” his breath choked for a moment, suddenly realizing what he’s doing, your cheeks flush.

toji always told you how jerking off is something college kids do. he’ll only send you videos of his hard dick after a match, but usually when you call him already touching your pussy, toji just talked you through it, not really doing much with himself. his instructions on the phone shameless, not caring at all that his team was around as he worked out in the gym overseas.

“did you spread your legs nice and wide for me princess?” he’d grunt as he lifted a weight.

“mhm,” you whimper.

“good girl,. now lick your pretty fingers fer me.” you listen and give another confirmation. “now rub yer clit—“

“but toji,” you hesitate, a little upset that he’s not telling you to finger yourself.

“you were sending me pictures all day with your pussy leaking through your panties. Dont be fucking greedy now and expect anything else inside your hole than me. so be a good girl and make yourself cum with your clit or I’m not fucking you when I come back.” toji drops his weights, sitting up as he waits for you to answer.

“you’re so mean,” you frown, finally obeying him. toji never really understood the whole sexting thing before you started dating. he was only six years older than you, but sometimes he was just so out of loop it made him feel older than twenty-seven. still he didn’t mind it. smiling when he’d answer the phone to hear you coo his name.

in other words, toji has always been very composed. at least, he liked to tell himself that. but recently the only thing on his mind in the morning is, you. when he goes to sleep, you. when he’s working out, you. when he showers, you!

“are you jerking off?” your words sent another groan from the man. he couldn’t control himself anymore. remembering the video you sent last night of your wet pussy on display after a concert. now talking to you on the phone and the adrenaline of his match tomorrow…

“fuck, keep talking to me, princess ,” his shirt was pushed up, abs on display as his hand moved up and down, tugging on the thick girth between his legs.

“I thought you said jerking off was for college kids, huh? not as mature as you thought you were,” you giggle, purposefully ignoring toji’s broken grunts and demands to show your pussy. “nuh-uh, you can cum just from my voice. cmon big boy, you’re doing so good already ❤︎‬.”

“fhuck y/n,” toji drops his head back. “keep talking,” your legs closed, almost whining because you wanted to see his cock so badly. how hard was he? how big did he look?? you wanna see the full view of your big scary boyfriend jerking off before a big match because his pretty little girlfriend isn’t there to satisfy his needs. but he kept the phone angled to his face. the flush on his cheeks, the veins on his neck—

“wanna fuck yer pussy, baby, ngh, need you fuckin’ cummin on my dick,” toji grunts, chest rising as he tries to mimic the way you jerk him off. but it’s so different. he didn’t have your soft pretty hands. the squeezes you’d give his base before moving up to run your thumb on his slit teasingly. the way you’d run another hand to fondle his cum filled balls. the cute pout you’d give him as you suckled on his fat tip.

he loved when he’d be working out with you in his private gym, and you’d come over as he’s doing bench presses.

“don’t,” he’d always warn, quickly placing the bar back just as you pull his shorts down, kissing his tip.

“it looked so cute pressing up,” you coo, smiling up with the most obvious smirk. minx.

“ffuck y/n/n,” his jaw clenches, breath uneven as he edges closer and closer.

“gunna cum all over yourself? cmon, you’re doing so good,” you praise, “you miss me, toji, ya? ya?”

“fucking…tease,” toji jerks his hips up as his cock shoots his load on his chest, some hitting his face as he groans. his chest heaves as he continues to tug on his fat dick. absolutely annoyed that he had to do that, just because of how much he— “miss you baby.”

your heart stops.

yes, you’ve told toji a million times how much you miss him. even when he’s here and he’s been gone all day and visits you later, you’ll be dramatic and throw your arms around him and tell him how much you missed him. letting him pet your head as he continues walking to the kitchen with an arm wrapped around you.

“tojiiii!” your heart is squeezing. toji wipes the cum of his face as he gives you a soft smile. a smile he only ever shows you.

“have a good concert tonight,” your heart is beating so unbelievably fast. how can this fucking dick just say the most downright vulgar ass shit as he jerked off then be a cool headed adult a second later.

“I will! don’t act all composed,” you scoff, but toji can see the flustered look on your face. “and I wanna see your dick, please…please,” your whining has the man rolling his eyes. moving his phone down so now you can get a view of his hand covered in cum still lazily stroking himself as a few droplets oozed from his tip down the bulging veins.

*pup :p took a screenshot*

“delete th—,” toji stops when he sees the drool coating your lips. “how wet…”

“a lot,” you whimper, embarrassed how horny you are right now. toji feels his cock twitch at the desperation in your voice.

just then your manager, utahime, comes running in, yelling at you about how long you took to get dressed.

“kay toji, bye bye!”

toji sighs as he drops the phone, head falling back as well, not before looking down at his chest. whats gotten into him?

the sounds of the cheering could be heard down the long halls. toji was loosening his muscles as shiu held his phone for him.

“is he angry?” you cringe as you speak to shiu.

“well—“

“not angry,” toji snaps, practically seething. the videos of his opponent literally spitting on his chest as they walked into the stadium just minutes ago, already having gone viral.

toji. was. pissed.

you and shiu exchange looks.

“deep breaths, baby!” you cheer on the other line, sitting on the couch in the living room, the match already on the tv as your cat snuggles in your lap.

“I’m taking deep fucking breaths, baby.”

“take more!” you huff, shiu cringing as he sees the vein in his fighters head start to throb. “just loosen everything up. don’t forget to watch for this guys left. he goes really hard! and he’s really fast to lock you from behind. oh and he has that dirty move that he does when…” your rambling just went on, shiu’s heart was beating a bit faster as he debated whether to hang up now, or wait for toji to blow up from your—

“got it,” toji stands up. you smile brightly, hands balled in fists as you cheer him. shiu thought he knew toji better. the man was always a ticking time bomb before matches. the sudden outbursts and yelling seem to have been cooled just by calling you, for gods sake, you weren’t even here!

“you got this!” you shout, clapping and whistling as your cat meows at your movement. toji holds his phone now, winking at you.

“gonna put on a show fer ya.”

your cheeks flush at his words, heart skipping a beat, as you clap. “you better!” you lift your cat up to the screen. “we’re cheering you on!”

toji clicks his tongue, a thing he always did before ending a call making you smile. your eyes glued to the tv screen now.

your heart was beating so fast, squeezing the pillow and leaning forward, standing up and falling to your knees. you were always dramatic watching his matches before, but now you’re even more invested…and nervous. cringing at the blows he’s taking. your hands clasped together as toji spits blood.

he always looked unbelievably cool during fights. your eyes lighting up when he dodges like he’s some action movie villain. the way his blows look so powerful and definitely hurt like shit. “you got this, you got this,” you’d mumble over and over. pulling at your teeth as toji spat more blood.

however, the second his opponent fell, you were already screaming loudly, startling your poor cat. but that wasn’t it, because the camera men and reporters were flooding the cage as the referee held toji’s arm up.

“what an amazing match toji! you’re basically on top of the world right now! what’s the first thing you’re going to do after this?” the reporter shoved the mic in front of toji as his chest rose and fell, still high on adrenaline.

“heading back home,” toji answers. his answers always curt.

“that quickly!? we’re gonna miss you here! you’ve spent months training for this match, as we’ve seen, is there anyone you’d like to give a shout out too?” the reporter was smiling brightly. usually toji was snark with his comments, but he seems a bit more laid back now.

his eyes shift away from the reporter and towards the camera. his scar tugging up gently. your heart skipped a beat….

“like the show, baby?”

toji’s smile had the entire stadium fainting. women screaming, because oh. my. god. never….never in the history of this man’s professional career, has he shown such a smile. a smile that melts every single heart. a smile that makes men fix their pants, because it’s just so precious. so rare.

but not for you.

your cheeks were flushed as you laughed at your man. you missed him, but your heart couldn’t help but beat a little faster because he’s such a fucking sweetheart. even if it’s the smallest ass things, he makes them bigger because you know he cares when he does them. he’s such a fucking tease. especially that wink he sends at the camera, just for you.

the stadium was cheering loud, by their fighter’s wink. shiu and the rest of his team had to pick their jaws off the ground because they’d thought toji was about to reveal your relationship.

“it seems like people were split walkin’ in here, but we know they’re all walking out being your fans!” the reporter laughs. “thanks again for speaking to us and putting on an amazing match as always!” toji does the unexpected and bows his head very curt and short as a courtesy to the reporter.

shiu and the rest of the team immediately flood toji, because that’s the best way to end an amazing match. it’s better to get toji out now before other reporters start to bother him and ultimately tick him off and set another headline of toji loosing his cool.

you lay on the couch eyes growing heavy as you watch the cameras shift around. some catching toji heading to the locker-rooms. then cutting again to the reporters. then back to toji as he heads out.

you don’t notice how much toji’s been influenced by you. but shiu and the guys know how much, even if it’s the smallest shit. especially now when toji doesn’t brush past fans that are reaching over, instead leaning over very brefily, allowing them the chance to snap a pic before he continues his walk to the car.

“you’re so funny,” you laugh over the phone, already tucked in bed, tired from your own long night, and staying up to catch his match live.

“was sending you my regards,” toji laughs, leaning his head back on the seat.

“when does your flight land?” you ask, reaching at the space next to you. “I’ll pick you up.”

“will you now?” toji hums.

“i will. I’ll be incognito,” you laugh to yourself, toji hums. the rest of the conversation fades as you slowly fall asleep. what you didn’t know was that toji did in fact book an earlier flight. touching ground exactly a night later.

he was completely exhausted. he needed to sleep. the door clicking behind him as he dropped his suitcase and bag at the door step. dragging his body up the stairs as he discarded his cap, sunglasses, peeling off his sweater with a small groan, still bruised up. finally reaching his destination and slipping into the shower.

his eyes brushing over your hair products scattered in your own little shelf in his shower.

he steps out, drying himself off as he heads to the sink, seeing all your products around as well. your own clothes in his hamper too. your tampons under the sink as he grabbed a lotion.

slipping a loose pair of shorts on, he finally walks into the large wide bedroom overlooking the city. the moonlight illuminating his most precious person sprawled on his bed. for the amount of times you whine about not knowing how to sleep in an empty bed. you tend to sleep right smack in the middle all stretched out on your tummy, taking every bit of room there is to offer.

his large body lifts the covers up, easily dipping the bed as he sinks into the warmth you’ve created. his body easily pressing into your back, arm running up your exposed leg as he hugs and arm around your waist, pressing his face into your neck, inhaling your natural smell.

“missed you,” he sighs, easily falling asleep. the warmth consuming him. your presence lulling him deep. he needed you with him always.

toji wakes up the next day to you still fast asleep right in the middle of the bed. he rolls over, hugging you again, his lips kissing your neck. your body radiating warmth as he continues to let his hands roam around. you’re so cute.

definitely jet lagged, but not minding at all that he woke up before you. it gave him the chance to memorize your face all over again. so pretty, your lips parted as you took even breath. your lashes kissing your cheeks as the sunlight paints your skin a nice glow.

he missed you so much, kissing your cheek again. his eyes scanning down your body, seeing that you’d push the covers down to your thighs. his chest swelled with warmth as he noticed you wearing his big sleeved shirt and your small yellow shorts.

his knuckles were cut and digits were rough making your skin feel even more soft. he needed more. fuck, he needed to taste you so badly. his hands continued to move up, until his fingers hooked around the waistband and carefully peeled your shorts off.

“slutty princess,” he coos under his breath. no panties. you were still stretched on your tummy, shuffling a bit at the breeze in your sleep. unconsciously pushing your ass out and spreading your legs only showing off your cute lower lips.

he missed you so much. he couldn’t help but let his hand spread over your ass, thumb coming down to feel the warmth of your pussy lips. rubbing your slit as he thumbed your hole. you were adorable.

toji let his mouth press kisses on your hip, your thighs. his arms easily sliding you to rest on your back as he slipped down between your legs. he ignored the stir in his shorts because he was finally where he’d been dreaming about for days. he was honestly surprised that he’d gotten through the match after only jerking off. usually he needed some good fucking for a couple hours, but after he started dating you, it’s become easier to only think about having you when he sees you again.

fuck. his mouth is already watering at the sight. your scent only drawing him closer. lazily resting his face against your pussy. tongue sticking out as he takes a lick up the soft skin, his hand spreading your legs further apart.

it was almost like a trance, the way his tongue swirled through your slit, body trembling when he began to feel your wetness start to ooze out of your small hole.

half lidded eyes dark, sucking your small clit, his body heating up excited to get your clit all big a puffy again. his arms wrapped around your thighs as he began to feel you stir more and more.

the only thing on his mind was having more of you. laying flat on his stomach, hips grounded in the mattress as he pants and drools.

“ah,” the small whimpers you gave in your sleep had his dick straining uncomfortably. you were beautiful. your essence has him melting . his fingers couldn’t help but slid your his shirt further up until he could see your pretty tits, cute nipples perky as your lips opened with sighs. his big hand groping at the flesh, humming as he got even more worked up.

his eyes would occasionally close in bliss as he became greedy and was taking long laps of your pussy, nose rubbing against your clit until he’d come up and suck the bud between his teeth.

“toj…” his sleeping beauty absolutely blissed out in her sleep had his leg flex, pressing his hips further down on the mattress as he rubbed himself with each lap he took of your pussy. he needed you to cum, he needed to have you coat his mouth.

your eyes fluttered as you felt an overwhelming sense of relief sweep through your body as you gave a small whimper. body trembling, suddenly feeling the body between your legs. your eyes teary from the morning and sudden orgasm that you’d thought was a dream.

“you’re so cute,” you sigh, rolling your hips up to meet his lips as he rubbed your soft thighs, squeezing the flesh. you flashed a cute little smile, eyes tired from sleep. your fingers running through his dark hair, pushing it back to see his cut brow and bruised cheekbones. “tojii, say something?”

he groans, pulling away for a moment, lips and chin shiny as he sticks his tongue out to touch his scar. “hi, puppy.”

your stomach flips. his cheeks were flushed, his face bruised and some stitches covered in bandages. he was so fucking hot. your heart skipped at beat when he even gave you a little smirk.

“hi,” you gush, petting his head as toji dives back into your pussy, groaning.

“fuck how’d you get even more wet, baby?” he grunts, sucking and lapping harder. “did I make you like this? you miss me that much?”

you fist his hair, whining as he selfishly continues to eat you out. your legs starting to close around his head from the overstimulation.

“pup,” his voice is low, his grip tightens around your thighs, suddenly feeling his teeth sink into your inner thigh. a yelp escapes your lips.

“toji!” you pull his head back, seeing the deep marks on your thigh.

“keep yer legs open,” he practically growls, your heart beating a little quicker. his mouth opens as he goes back to your pussy. “so fucking messy,” he slurps, groaning as he rocks his hips into the mattress.

your back is arching off the bed, eyes cloudy as toji holds your legs open, not caring how much your body is trembling, or the squeals you give out.

your sweater is bunched over your tits, Toji occasionally looking up to see your blessed out face and pretty tits perk up as you hump your sloppy cunt on his face.

“give it to me,” toji pinches your clit, eyes running dark as he sees the full body jump you give, nails digging into his shoulder and hair as you cry.

“it’s too much—to—ji,” you’re rocking your hips meeting his greedy mouth as he lets you desperately hump his face, fingers holding the hair above his head trying to push and pull him closer to you.

his eyes were turning cloudy, senses only focusing on how good you taste, the slippery feeling of his tongue running up and down your slit, swirling around to tug and tease your clit, before running down to push his tongue into your wet pulsing hole, feeling how desperate you are clenching around him. he loved this feeling, god, he needed more attention—

toji was suddenly groaning into your pussy. eyes falling back into his skull, his grip tightened around your thighs, leaving dark marks as your body trembled at the unexpected vibrations.

the fighters eyes were dazed. he pulled away for a second to catch his breath, but the moment he did your stomach went tight, pitch rising as you squirted on his face. he blinked in surprise, head still hazy as he instinctively pressed his thumb on your clit, holding it up as he latched his lips around to clean you up, still groaning lazily.

“too much,” your chest was heaving as you pushed his head away, legs trembling. your hands falling to your chest, calming down. however, toji was awfully silent.

he pressed his face to your thigh, giving them slow kisses…pretty unusual for him. he usually gives you a kiss after eating you out, saying he wants you to taste yourself…

“what time did you come back?” your fingers brush through his hair, his head resting on your tummy as his muscular back rises and falls.

“around 4ish,” he looks up, your cheeks flush at the mess on his face. you couldn’t help it, suddenly cradling his face in your hands as you sit up to kiss him. he hums in surprise, opening his mouth as you whine at the taste. you were so needy even after he smothered his face between your legs…well maybe he was doing that more for himself—

pushing him to lay down, you continue kissing him, your fingers running across his exposed abs, careful not to touch his injuries. your hand inching closer to the waistband of his shorts, playing with the material, excited to feel the hot weight in your hand—

“let’s take a bath together,” he holds your wrist, stopping you.

“mmm, okay,” you mumble, smiling against his lips as you try to move your hand, but he doesn’t let go.

“you didn’t miss taking baths together?”

“i didddd, but i wanna touch you,” you’re all pouty.

“always fucking whining,” toji feels you struggling, as you try to move around.

“I’m being nice,” your brows pinch. “I’m trying to reciprocate your kindness—ah ow, toji,” you hate when he manhandles you at the worst moments. pinning your wrists to your sides as he hovers over you.

you whine even more, until you notice the very obvious wet patch in the front of his shorts and a certain bulge pressing out.

“did you…cum?”

his breath hitched. your eyes flip back to his face, noticing the deep flush running across his cheeks. “you did—“

“y/n, wait!—“ however your foot is already hooked around his waistband pulling the material down his hips, your eyes blowing at the load he spilled in his shorts. he didn’t even wear boxers! his cock was still hard, but it was drenched in his cum, his tip oozing still…

“you came right now?!” you couldn’t help but be shocked, even as he buried his face in your neck, his hand letting go of your wrist to fall over your eyes instead.

“fuckin’ zip. it,” he practically growls in your ear.

you bite your cheek trying not to get excited, which you couldn’t even explain.

“you missed me that much?” your fingers rack through his hair, his hips falling closer to your heat, groaning under his breath as his wet sticky cock, laid across your pussy, his body so needy to rock his hips, humping your sloppy cunt. “you’re cumming your pants, and jerking off cuz of little ol me?” you really were a fucking tease.

“what did i fucking say.”

toji snaps. you barely had time to blink before you felt your body flip and your hips getting pulled back. “forgot about that fuckin attitude of yours.”

“what attitude?! you’re the one that’s all worked u-uhhn ahhh toji!” your eyes roll back into your skull. toji thrusts his full big fat length deep inside your tummy.

“arch it, fuck, like that,” his big hand soothes down the arch of your back, knowing exactly where to press down to have your legs spread even more as you grasp the sheets, the sudden fullness had you seeing stars. “good. fuckin. girl. just needed my dick to shut you the fuck up.” he hisses at how tight you’re clenching around him.

“still sucking my dick like a virgin,” he groans, hearing you only moan into the sheets. tears getting soaked up as your moans get muffled by the blankets. he doesn’t usually run his mouth during sex, but this morning he can’t stop it, each word being met with a merciless thrust. your pussy sucking his entire cock, squelching at his own cum and your juices mixing. “just like that….take it, like a good—fuck.”

your jaw went slack as drool dripped down, eyes fluttering with unshed tears. you almost forgot how full he made you. he’s so big. you could feel him so deep in your tummy, hitting your sweet spot over and over. his grip on your waist has you seeing stars.

“getting lazy babygirl?” he gives a mean slap to your ass. “don’t tell me ya didn’t miss me?” you whine shaking your head.

“no! i missed you!” you almost cry, pushing your ass back meeting his thrusts letting the fighter grown, giving your ass another slap watching your cheeks slam back into his thick thighs. the sight of his fat cock stretching your pussy, sliding your mixed cum to the base of his cock with each thrust has him giving your ass another slap. “uh fuuck, missed your dick so much! tojii missed you inside me, missed you so much!” your eyes were crossing, you could feel the slick dripping down your thighs as your head got dizzy. your moans turning into muffled squeals.

“pup,” toji litters your back with kisses, biting down and leaving bruises. his instinct was overwhelming, claiming your love again. your desperate cries as he pressed his palm flat against your tummy, feeling how deep his dick was. “you’re so warm, baby,” he groans into your ear, making your body tremble, hand reaching out, nails digging into his thigh as he continued fucking you. finger running down to your clit, pinching it just to be mean.

“what did you say, pup?”

you hated when he played with you, knowing full well that you got so fucking stupid after not having his dick for awhile.

“y-you…uh…” you were surprised that you could still form thoughts that could come out of your mouth right now. “you came…mmh…ah…ah-a lot….like a college kid.”

his jaw snaps.

“fucking. brat.”

your eyes blew wide. the sharp thrust he gave, arms spreading your cheeks, angling his hips on an angle, immediately sinking himself deeper into your hole pushing your cervix until you were seeing stars!

you. were. fucked.

“you still with me, sweetheart?” the distant voice felt miles away. your eyes rolling in your skull. you felt like you were walking on clouds. the soft shake slowly had you blinking. toji gently tapping your cheek, waking you up.

“mmm to..ji..” you coo, voice slurred as he hums, brushing your sweaty hair off your face.

“fucking scared me,” he mutters, more to himself, lips catching yours as you kiss him, arms hugging his shoulders, not fully clocking anything that happened.

toji had been drilling you so hard even after your body shot out another orgasm, wetting his thighs, all he did was go harder. fuck all that pent up energy and longing he had, was spilling out in waves. his dick was still hard as he slid you onto your side, pushing your leg up and sinking his cock inside again.

your eyes were cloudy as you drooled, opening your mouth for him to give you sloppy kisses, his spit entering your mouth as you grasped the sheets beside you.

after pushing you into another orgasm, and him reaching another climax as he pumped you full of his heavy thick cum. your mind was so dizzy you completely knocked out from the pleasure.

you were still sprawled on the bed as toji coaxed you back awake.

“didn’t know my princess can faint from her pussy squirting too many times,” toji rubbed your tummy as you buried your face in his neck.

“fuck off,” you grumble, toji bursting into laughter. arms circling your back as he cooed. “don’t pretend like you didn’t shoot a load from eating me out.”

toji went silent, pulling away. your hand fell over your mouth, cackling.

“where’d ya get that mouth of yours from?” he tsked, sitting on the edge of the bed, arms behind him as he looked at you. you sat up, crawling over to brush over the nape of his neck. his head tilting, body accustomed to the action. your pretty nails racking through as you kissed his jaw.

“I’m playing…it’s quite flattering,” you coo, toji hums in sarcasm.

“I’m sure it is,” he sighs, letting you play with him, once again, so very used to your wandering hands. letting you feel the mess on his abs, his semi resting between his big thighs, all manspread for your nails to feel the wet pubes as you kissed down. his hand brushing your back as he kneaded your cute fat ass.

“I guess you like my pussy that much…I mean does that mean you always cum after eating me out?” his eyes fall heavy. “don’t worry, you can eat me out any time, just don’t go around making messes everywhere—“

“you know what,” toji was tackling you in the bed, covering your mouth because this was too embarrassing now, his cheeks so very flushed. you couldn’t help laughing because his cock was heavy once again, giving his cool head away.

when he ran off to the bathroom, beyond flustered, you came a couple minutes later as he was showering. your arms circling his strong torso , lips gently pressing into his back.

toji didn’t like to think too much, especially when it came to you. he just let it happen. but if there was a third party there, they’d obviously question how toji has always hated people getting attached to him, he hated it even more when women would poke at him. however, when it was you, it barely made him shrug. it simply rolled off his back like it was nothing because it was you.

even when you made yourself at home in his penthouse. leaving clothes and products behind. sleeping in his shirts, and using his boxers as shorts around the house, it was fine.

toji has “dated” before, but this was something special. especially when his heart eased sinking into bed with you, or the way his body relaxed when you stepped in the shower with him. he enjoyed feeling your body press against his. he liked your fingers roaming around.

“toji?” your soft call had him hum in response. you gently moved around, so you were standing in front of him, your finger running up to touch his cheek. “kiss me.”

he listened.

yes, toji is listener…only for you.

his lips melting with yours. panting as your fingers wrapped around his length, pumping his big cock. fuck, he missed your hands so much. your thumb swiping his leaking tip, your tongue playing with his as he held your jaw. you smiled when he had to pull away, head tilting back, jaw clenching as you sank down suckling his tip before taking in his dick.

his abs flexed as he leaned against the shower wall, the water cascading down his broad shoulders, his other hand running down to hold your head, trying to fit more of his cock eyes fluttering at the weight in your mouth.

toji’s cum was oozing out of your pussy, only causing you to cum your pussy, desperate to keep him all inside.

toji hums, rubbing your head, soothingly, as he watched his cum shoot into your inviting mouth. petting your head as you sucked some more warm cum from his tip like a pacifier. you continued sucking his cock, making him groan as you milked even more cum from his dick before he had to lift you up, kissing you again and again.

“it’s leaking,” you whine, all pouty as toji notices the mess coming from between your legs.

“you desperate for my cum, puppy?” he taunts, especially when your brows pinch at his teasing.

“fill me up, more,” your cheeks flush, as he chuckles, letting your hand try to push his cock back inside you.

to say you had a long shower was an understatement.

toji came down a few minutes later to see you already perched on the counter drinking coffee as you waited for your waffles to come out of the toaster.

toji came between your legs, kissing your lips as he rubbed your thighs.

“shiu called ya,” you hold his phone in your hand. “he said something about a modeling gig next weekend,” your brows were trying not to pinch together as toji hums, grabbing the waffles that’s popped out.

“forgot about that,” he hands you a waffle.

“it’s for Calvin Klein…” you almost have a scowl on your face. toji raising a brow.

“you gonna spit it out?”

you huff, “well like, you’re not a small size, I’m pretty sure if anyone sees you in boxers they can make out your whole fucking dick.”

“thanks,” toji grins, only making you frustrated. “so you gonna tell me your jealous, or….”

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As if it’s not bad enough, it’s a Friday night. The station is busy with drunkards and reckless teens being dragged in almost routinely. Phones are ringing off the hook, the bustling sounds of Miyagi’s Police Station are the only things drowning out your hiccuping. Your pathetic hiccuping. 

“If you get any louder they’ll come down here wondering what the fuck is going on princess,” Daichi coos. “And then, they’ll find you here, crying on my cock, almost making a mess of my pants with the way you’re fucking creaming,” he pauses- not his thrusts, his speech- to take a breath and glance down at the place where your bodies meet, “God,” he groans. “Look at your little princess cunt, so fucking messy for daddy.”

You want to reply, you want to say yes, you want to tell him it’s all for him. But there are thick fingers pressing onto your tongue. Fingers that go deeper with the force of each of his thrusts. More than once he’s had to pull them back when you gag obnoxiously around them. 

Daichi has stripped you. Tugged your dress free from your body, ripped your panties so they’re hanging off your hip as he plows into you. They sway with the rocking of your body, almost the same way your tits are bouncing, rubbing against the cold metal of the cell door. If only you weren’t completely out of it. If only you could tell him to go slower, to be gentler but your cunt squeezes around him mindlessly, gushing another round of cum as your nth orgasm washes through you. 

He cums too. You know because you can feel the brief pain as the fat head of his cock breaches the entrance to your cervix and empties yet another load of his hot cum into it. You try to make a sound of pleasure around his fingers but only succeed in drooling more. 

“Good girl,” he grunts as he lets his weight fall against you. The downside to having your hands cuffed together on the outside of the cell is that you can’t support yourself. Not that you’d be able to anyway. You’re trembling too hard, a result of being fucked standing up. Daichi pulls his fingers free from your mouth and chuckles when you take a harsh breath. “Your little pussy did so well, princess. Daddy’s so proud of it.”

You don’t expect the hand that was in your mouth to snake down to your cunt. You don’t expect the slap that lands against your swollen clit. So you wail, a broken sound that makes Daichi’s cock throb. You slump, knees buckling under the weight of your exhaustion but Daichi isn’t done with you yet. He wraps an arm around you to support you and hoists one of your legs up to the bar running horizontally through the others. Spreading you out for him, giving him access to the important parts of you, the parts that matter right now.

“I think I’m done with your pussy for tonight,” he huffs. “I think it’s nice and full, there’s no room for daddy’s cum in there anymore.” 

He pulls his cock free, bending to watch as his thick cum begins to ooze out of you. With a dissatisfied huff, he smacks at it. The sticky strands of your mixed arousal connect him to you for a little bit. “Naughty little cunt, trying to get rid of my cum.”

He straightens to wrap his hand around your throat and silence your sob. He kisses roughly at the side of your forehead before bringing his lips to your ear to growl. “Thought you wanted me to put a baby in you. Hm? Your little cunt isn’t being very agreeable, princess.”

He lets go with a shove mumbling under his breath about common whores who won’t behave as he tears your underwear the rest of the way off. You glance down when he squats between your legs, and a split second before he does it you realize his intentions. You squirm when he stuffs the torn piece of cloth into your hole. 

“Dai- daddy,” you whine, the feeling is foreign and uncomfortable, making you wiggle your hips in consternation.

“Shh,” he gently turns your head to face him, a small smile forming on his face when he takes in your running mascara and horribly smudged lipstick. “Don’t worry, daddy knows what he’s doing. You want to keep his cum inside right? Want to give daddy a baby?”

He kisses you softly when you nod dumbly, taking his time to coax your lips and tongue with his own. It’s a mind-melting kiss that once more reduces you to a brainless set of holes, so much so you don’t feel when he rubs the thick of his cock along your exposed asshole. Barely feel when he presses one thick finger into it. It’s not the first time Daichi has fucked your other hole but there’s usually far more prep involved before he can even attempt to fit in there. 

Tonight though, it’s clear he’s a little upset about what you’ve gotten yourself into. About the fact that he’s been forced to arrest you for something he’d warned you about several times before. He doesn’t stop kissing you until the head of his cock presses against the puckered hole. He’s still soaked in your cum and he’s too impatient to provide more prep. He pulls away from your mouth then, dragging the hand around your waist up to squeeze at your breasts and pinch at your nipples.

“Relax, princess,” he pleads, hooking his chin over your shoulder. “Let me get in there.” He peppers kisses along your exposed skin, sucking and nipping into your neck until you relax enough for the head to pop in. You squeal; an adorable sound that has Daichi’s eyes squeezing shut as he forces himself not to cum again. 

He’s incredibly overstimulated. His cock raw and pulsing but he needs to fill you with cum. He needs to fill every hole in your body. Every crevice that can collect liquid, he needs to douse your inside in him. It’s what you deserve. To be treated like a cum jar. A cum dump. A fleshlight. A toy. And Daichi doesn’t care if he fucks himself dumb doing it but he will use you.

His hand slides down your tummy and thick fingers nestle themselves on either side of your clit, they scissor against your puffy lips, spreading them apart and smearing the mess around. You keen when he uses your relaxed state as an opportunity to slip his cock the rest of the way in.

“There we go,” he chuckles. “There you are.” He takes a moment to appreciate the way you have to stretch to accommodate him, and then at the velveteen walls that massage the veins on either side of his cock. When he pulls out you both groan at the obscene squelch. 

“Fu-fuck,” you whimper, fingers flexing as they scramble for something to hold on to. There is nothing though. Not when they’re outstretched in front of you. “Please- plea-“

“Please what Princess?” he uses his thumb to press the head back into you. The fit is so tight, so deliciously perfect that Daichi loses his sense of awareness for a little bit. Forgets where he is, his vision going white at the burn from how tight you are, the sound of his blood roaring in his ears deafens him. He has to stay frozen, one hand on your hip as he regains his bearings. 

“Fuck me,” you slur. “Fuck my little hole.”

“Oh God,” your words snap something inside of him, as though he wasn’t already spiraling from the number of times he’d stuffed your cunt with his cum he’s suddenly overcome with the need to fucking ruin your little ass. So, he does. 

A big palm pressing your face into the frigid bars, he rams into you. His pace is unforgiving even to him. You’re both moaning and panting and groaning; broken, breathy, dizzying sounds that spur each other on. Daichi mutters filth into your ear and you agree with dumb little ‘uh huh’s and ‘yes daddy’s because that’s all you can manage to say. When he cums into your ass you cry, you sob and tremble so badly that Daichi can barely catch you before you’re straining yourself on the weight of your cuffs. 

You’re both sweaty and disgusting but, Daichi doesn’t give you the opportunity to freshen up before he takes you home. When Sugawara opens the front door, there’s a tense moment of silence while he takes in your disheveled form and ruined make-up. He gives Daichi a calculating look, one that Daichi recognizes all too well.

“Thank you, Daichi-san,” Sugawara sighs. “I don’t know what I’d do if you weren’t looking out for her.”

“It’s never a problem Suga.”

“You-” Sugawara glares in your direction, “-get in the house. Get cleaned up. We’ll talk about this in the morning.”

You’re about to protest, about to tell your father that there’s nothing to talk about, that you’re a fucking adult even if you are still living with him but, the subtle clearing of Daichi’s throat paralyzes you.

“Goodnight daddy,” you huff. You don’t wait for a reply, scurrying into the house and away from both men. Daichi bites his tongue when he realizes that you’ve only given one goodbye. He almost calls you a brat as you storm off but Suga doesn’t seem to catch on to the way daddy addresses them both.

“Sometimes, I think you’d be a much better father to her than I am,” Suga sighs.

Daichi chuckles, ‘“You’re an amazing father Suga, she’s just a little attention hungry.”

“I can’t afford to keep bailing her out every other week!”

“As long as I’m at the precinct, she’ll be fine,” Daichi reassures him.

“This is her third offense,” Suga frowns. “You can’t protect her forever, and it might cost you your job.”

It’s actually your sixth offense, the other three times he’d just never been able to make it to the station before you’d finally goaded him into fucking you in the back seat of the cruiser. Belatedly, Daichi recognizes that he may have encouraged this behavior by giving you the attention you were asking for, he recognizes that he may have created a monster. He doesn't care though, if there’s one thing he’s good at it’s breaking brats.

“Hey, spar with me sometime. Next time you come to visit,” Hiroki slaps Noritoshi on the back.

“Of course, it would be a pleasure.” Noritoshi was well aware of how capable the man was in battle.

Noritoshi had already said his goodbyes to the rest of your family that morning, and it was only you and Hiroki sending him off at the main gate. He was pretty much recovered from the war, despite not being at 100% yet.

It was only for a short period that you got back together and now he had to leave. Plus you wouldn’t be seeing him for a while. Not until classes resume. His eyes met yours, easily seeing through your line of thought.

“I’ll see you then. Next year.” He held up one hand. Eyes mirroring your own, bright yet already filled with longing.

“Next year.” You whispered back. As if next year isn’t just in a few days’ time. The anticipation of new things and new beginnings settled into your stomach.

◇◇◇

Noritoshi specifically chose a very sunny day to bring you to meet his clan. It was when he knew his father barely had anything to do. He made sure to butter up his step-mother and send some gifts ahead of time to ensure their good moods.

Nervous was an understatement as to how you were feeling at this very moment. Still you shoved it far down below, covering it up with all the information you got from Noritoshi about his family.

You were going to make this a flawless meeting as if your life depended on it. To which it kind of did.

You were touching up your make-up in the bathroom, incredibly focused on your thoughts, that you didn’t realize Noritoshi had entered. He leans against the wall to watch your every movement carefully.

The curves of your body. The way you move. The sweep of your brush against your eyelids, beautifully darkening the shade of your skin. The cursed energy like electricity around you, constantly flowing.

And bright red threads invisible to anybody else except for him, floating close to your body. They’ve become even more visible and prominent than before. Not that it bothered the both of you. In fact, it was a constant source of comfort. He found it cute that the strings appeared whenever you were within a 10 metre radius of him nowadays. His heart leaping fondly in his chest every time he feels your presence nearby.

‘From the first place, this whole soulmate bond was such a unique experience. Cursed technique crossovers, sharing of emotions, and now this red cord seems to be bordering on the edge of imaginary and physical.’ Noritoshi thought to himself.

He lifted a pinky and twirled it around the edge of one of the cords that were hovering around him. Instantly, the red cord tightened itself around his pinky and he could now feel it. Physically like a carbon wire against his skin.

He tugged on it and you immediately turned around upon feeling the pull in your chest.

“Did you call?” You asked.

Noritoshi only tilted his head and approached you with a smile. “Yeah. I just wanted to say,” He stood behind you, lightly placing his hands on your shoulders.

"You look perfect. It’s time to go." (He’ll figure out this cord later. Another quirk of the bond to study. For now you were front and center of his attention.)

You fidgeted in your seat knowing that you did your best to stall for time, even just for a few minutes to try and calm your nerves. You looked into the mirror, staring back at Noritoshi. Seeing the knowing glint in his eyes. You sighed and stood up to leave.

◇◇◇

The Kamo estate was large and grand. Sprawling with abundant land, trees, Koi fish ponds, bonsai, small pebble gardens and low rise traditional buildings, it was a sight to behold.

And it caused your head to swim with more anxiety than you’ve ever felt before. A warm hand holds yours tighter, and it gives you the courage to take one step inside the entrance.

◇◇◇

You felt weird, being under the scrutiny of so many people all at once. It wasn’t too out of the ordinary to be the center of attention as the daughter of the Tsuchimikado clan, but the gazes here were much more different. It’s as if the people are trying to find any weaknesses or faults from watching you walk. Suffocating.

Suddenly you wondered if your hair was done right. Your clothes were neatly pressed, but you had the itch to remove any dust or lint. Not that there was any.

The clan members stared holes into the side of your face, to the point that you've convinced yourself: You look absolutely hideous today. They all think you're ugly.

"You're beautiful, love."

You closed your eyes and couldn't stop the smile spreading across your face as Noritoshi linked his pinky with yours.

"You're gonna make me laugh, Toshi."

“That’s the purpose. Be at ease, no one will hurt you while I’m here.” His tone was cool and confident, letting you relax just an inch more.

◇◇◇

The meeting went smoothly. Everyone was incredibly polite. There was a stiffness in the air, but it was to be expected, with a first meeting with one of the Great Three Clans as important as this.

It was way more uptight than Noritoshi’s meeting with your family.

His step mother and father were as he described. Strict, expecting a level of obedience.

But they weren't harsh or restrictive. Just your typical Asian parents, wanting their children to be high achievers.

They were eager to ask you about your family, background, cursed technique, everything. You carefully answered as well as you could, remembering your well-rehearsed lines with Noritoshi.

His step-mother, as he already said, was slightly distant, but very courteous and civil. You can now see how she really treats Noritoshi like he is one of her own.

They look incredibly pleased with you and your capabilities so far. Noritoshi was right, it didn't really matter. Because you had the power they craved and were fated to be with their heir.

For all your annoyance at the way his father initially treated you like some kind of weapon or item to be acquired by the Kamo clan, you couldn’t deny it was too convenient for your relationship to have both sets of parents more than willing to let the both of you stay together.

Especially in a world where Jujutsu sorcerers expect to die early and put their lives on the line in every mission they take. It is an unforgiving task leaving many sorcerers lonely and isolated from the people they long to be with.

You’ll take what you can get and brush over the minor details. For now, there is, at the very least, no doubt that you’d end up being the strongest sorcerer once you enter the Kamo clan, and they’re treating you accordingly.

Though you disliked the fact that the attendants looked terrified and were overly formal with you. It will take them some time to get used to being a bit more casual, you thought with amusement.

◇◇◇

He led you to a small bench in front of a smaller Koi pond. Clean white and gray stones, very neat and polished, lined the edges. He gave your hand a squeeze.

A small table had been set up for the both of you. It was like a small picnic.

The view was surreal. You could see a lot of buildings just past the line of trees. The sun is due to set in half an hour.

"Are you really okay?"

You hummed quietly, “It wasn’t too bad today. Not that I’d expect any less from the Kamo family.

"I'm glad you like it here. Today was really good. They're much nicer to you than I expected," Noritoshi muttered.

Your head whipped to the side. "Is that a good or bad thing?"

"Not necessarily a bad thing. Just take it with a grateful heart. Anyways, there's nothing they can do, but to love and accept you. You're my future wife, and I'm the future clan head."

"Mmm…" You thought about that. It never really sunk in before until now that, yes you're eventually going to marry Noritoshi. And you want it with all your heart.

Wait.

"Toshi?"

"Hmm?"

"Did you… just now… was that a proposal?"

His eyes widened. "No. Not yet. I mean," he sighed. "I want you to be with me for a long time, but I wouldn't want a proposal to be so lackluster."

You grinned, unable to stop the smile from reaching your eyes. "Right."

"You're not gonna let this one go aren't you, love?"

"Nope."

◇◇◇

Noritoshi feels a surge of contentment and love rise in his chest as he watches you giggle uncontrollably. You’ve both settled back into a regular routine of having classes and smaller missions to exorcise curses alongside the other Kyoto Jujutsu High students. It felt refreshing to have more free time to play around.

You try to suppress your laughter, which you've been told numerous times sounds like a windshield wiper, but it was music to Noritoshi's ears.

"At least you've made up." Momo commented. You happily beamed at her, linking your arms together as you leaned against her side.

“Love is amazing isn’t it? Oh and about that book you recommended to me Momo senpai…” you chattered away distractedly.

"These lovebirds are way too obvious. Especially Mr. Vampire with the heart eyes right there." Mai muttered under her breath.

You turn to Noritoshi and indeed he hasn't taken his eyes off of you. Not even once.

"I'm not a vampire." He distractedly retorts at Mai, still not taking his eyes off you.

"That's a compliment you know. You deal with blood, have pale skin, and are suuuper beautiful. Vampires are so hot anyways. Guys and girls always stare at you, you know?" You teased.

"It's not me they're staring at when we go out on dates."

Noritoshi's eyes were so dark. Deep, that they almost looked obsidian. And yet they were still shining tenderly, with so much warmth.

And you once were intimidated so much by this man who looked incredibly reserved and stern. It was funny now that you think about it. He is like a puppy with you.

You both stared at each other for a while longer until Mai's irritated voice cut through the awkward silence, "Get a room!!!"

◇◇◇

It's a few days before the next school year starts.

It was Spring once more. You ran up to the rooftop of the tallest building, to find Noritoshi already there. Leaning against the rails to stare at the Cherry blossom trees. The petals were being gently blown around by the wind.

He didn't even stir even as they suddenly picked up whirled around him in a small Twister. Cursed energy spiking through the air, threading through the wind, petals, leaves, and small twigs.

You stepped up and wrapped your arms around him. He turns around to face you with a gentle and loving expression on his face.

He presses his lips against yours and holds you tightly against him. His body warm and strong against yours.

You pressed in closer to make sure you weren't dreaming, and as if he could read your thoughts, Noritoshi wrapped his arms around your legs and lifted you up. Lips never parting from one another's.

Exactly one year ago, you both met and saw a life of love through other people’s eyes.

The past molds into the present and soon becomes the future. The emotions that bled from your former souls bleed into your current lives and strengthens your bond.

But something new and beautiful blossomed in your relationship with Noritoshi. A quiet warmth and harmony that millions would give to have.

And Noritoshi finds himself at peace to live his life, seeing you not as Misaki through Hotaru’s eyes, but seeing you as yourself through his own. He's content. Just as you are.

TIME SKIP. A FEW MONTHS LATER.

"Hmmm? That Ryomen Sukuna has a vessel? And he's back?" Your gold and black dagger dangerously twirled around your fingers. Your latest gift from Noritoshi. A broken metal blade reforged with the use of kintsugi.

Noritoshi turned to you with a grim expression. Your eyes met his and you both were thinking about the same thing at this moment.

"I want him gone."

"But (y/n) chaaan~," Satoru's voice blasted from the speaker of your phone. "This is a once in a lifetime chance to make the vessel take in all the fingers, and then kill him. What do you think?"

"Satoru. We'd do anything that must be done to wipe that curse off the face of the earth. But wouldn't it be safer to kill the vessel outright?", you slammed down your dagger onto the table.

"Ehhh? Where's the fun in that? If we do this right, we can take all 20 fingers out in one go. And not to mention, I'd keep things under control in case anything happens."

"That's a murderer, a rapist, a criminal, I can't even begin to name everything he's done and you know it!"

"I told you”, there was a pause as Gojo claps his hands twice, “I'm gonna be the one to supervise this kid so you won't even have to worry about him getting loose. I'm the strongest after all."

Gears turn quickly in your mind. Satoru wasn’t completely wrong, but you had your doubts. "Fine. But if he goes wild, I'll be killing Itadori Yuuji."

"No need. I told you I'll be in charge, and you know I can hold him down in case anything happens. Ja-ne~~ bye byee~"

The call disconnects.

You closed your eyes in anger, "That son of a-" You hissed between your teeth.

Noritoshi moved to sit on the chair in front of you. You pressed your face against your palm, with one elbow propped up against the table.

"What are you planning to do?" He gently asks.

"I'll make sure that guy doesn't get within a foot near us. If he hurts you, I wouldn't hesitate to kill him."

You were no different from Gojo Satoru. You were both willing to make necessary sacrifices when it came down to it. Except this time he seemed reluctant to let the vessel of Sukuna go. Your mind started running with thoughts and theories for possible reasons why.

Noritoshi smiles at you, running a hand down the length of your arm. You raised your eyebrows at him.

He leans forward, just inches away from you. Lips a few centimetres apart. Eyes a warm chocolate, almost black. "It will be fine. You know I'd do the same and more for you, my heart."

There is a fire in his eyes. Noritoshi has been more vocal recently. More firm and confident. You decided that you absolutely loved that look on him.

“Yeah… After all, we stay together, Noritoshi.”

“Dead or alive.”

Your eyes widened at his words, but he didn't let you retaliate as he kissed you sweetly. You laughed against his lips as you agreed with him. “Yes of course, Toshi.”

Fate bound you to this man even past the hold of death.