☆ 'kota ☆

the feast of the wedding was a delicious one. full of juicy meats hunted by the king himself, full of sweets that could feed the villages for months. kegs of sake had been gone through, carried up by the servants when one got too low and a guest was asking for more. the excitement had been felt throughout the night, yet the king did not feel the same. he was much ready for it to be done, for the guests and the noise to leave the imperial palace. he wanted it back the way it was, the quiet he constantly craved.

his- theirs now- rooms were put together neatly. the furs of a bear laid out on the floor, the woven fabrics of his blankets the same deep red and black. little things of toji's had been added. his chest of weapons, his clothing added into the cupboard that held sukuna's. mingling as if they'd always been one.

the shoji doors were pulled open, letting in the warm evening breeze and the few chirps of the birds that were still awake. the large beast lounged comfortably in his bed, his sokutai long pulled open to expose that tan skin and dark ink. smoke puffed from his lips as dark eyes watched the omega sitting at the vanity. clinks and small thuds hit the wood as he pulled the pins and jewels from his hair, letting the dark strands finally fall. he rubbed at the sore scalp brows slightly pinched together. the junhitoe still laid over him, the underlayers clinging to his skin.

movement could be heard behind him, the rustle of blankets. "come here." came the deep voice and toji turned to look at him. it was no lie the king was handsome. a sharp jaw and strong nose, eyes that seemed to bore into you if they looked too long. dark ink and scars that told stories the omega was curious about. he stood, his feet padding lightly over, muffled by the furs below him. strong hands moved to the silks, pulling each layer away to pool at toji's feet. he was tall for an omega, broad and with too much muscle. the whispers from the elders, from his father echoed through his ears, but the warm hands on his skin silenced them.

they pulled him closer, pulled him until he was standing between thick thighs. lips pressed against his skin causing goosebumps to rush across it as his stomach tensed. they trailed along his skin, soft and gentle. it was nothing like he had seen when they fought, but he'd be filthy liar if he denied his enjoyment of it.

the bed was plush under his back, the pillows soft with feathers. he was laid out like a present, his hair fanning across the pillows like a dark halo above his head. the sokutai was pulled off, leaving sukuna just as bare as toji was. the large beast crawled above him, bumping their foreheads together before he moved, his lips trailing along his skin again. teeth pressed deep into the skin above his hip causing a small hum to push out of his lips. fingers dug into his thighs to push them apart and expose the wet heat between them. the swipe of the tongue between his lips had toji's thighs tensing under the grip that was on them. it's a feast between his legs then. the slick noise filling the room with every swipe of sukuna's tongue and every suck to his clit. small moans fell from bitten lips, brows pinching together and thighs trying to close. he kept them open, sucking and licking like it was the last meal he'd ever have. fingers pressed into the wet heat, digging deeper and deeper with every push they made and every suck or lick that was given.

he was soaked, slick pushing out with every thrust of those fingers. toji's fingers tangled in pink hair, his grip tightening to pull him closer. the gentleness was a shock to his system. it was everything he wasn't used to and he craved it. he didn't want it to stop. his speed only quickened when the thighs around sukuna's head started to tremble. his fingers kept going, he kept feasting on the cunt in front of him before toji tensed up and came with a gush of slick around his fingers. the alpha only pulled away when the hand in his hair pushed at his forehead. the bottom half of his face was wet, shining with the slick of toji. "turn over." he rumbled, his hands cupping his hips to help.

toji's cheek smushed against the pillows, his skin flushed pink and thighs still trembling with the aftershocks of his orgasm. his own fingers could never bring himself to this pleasure, no matter how hard he tried.

his hips were pulled up just enough for the wet tip of sukuna's cock to press between his lips, to tease the clenching hole of his cunt. sticky lips pressed kisses up his spine and when they pressed a kiss, a bite against his shoulder, sukuna was pushing in. fingers dug deep into the blankets, toes curling. "fuck." he gasped out, word shaky. the alpha sat up and his fingers dug into the skin around his hips, pulling and pulling until they were flush together. he was full, so incredibly full. the first few thrusts were gentle, letting him get used to the large intrusion in his cunt. when he relaxed, when his cunt loosened, sukuna sped up. deep and hard like he was trying to make his home there. it pulled the breath from toji's lungs, his moans breathless and brows pinched. "good?" sukuna asked, a hand running up the length of his spine until those fingers tangled in the hairs at the base of his neck. he couldn't speak, only nodding with weak 'mhm'.

his next orgasm caught him by surprise. his cunt clenched around the thick cock in it, his spine curling like he was trying to get away from it, but he was kept in place. he trembled and gushed, knees slipping until he was flat against the bed and fingers scrambled for something to cling onto, the blankets or the hand at his hip. his cock felt deeper then, like it was up in his lungs. the weight on his back was welcoming, an arm wrapping around toji's waist to pull him flush against sukuna's chest. it was loud in his ringing ears, the thrusts wet and unforgiving. deeper and deeper.

marks were sucked into his sweaty skin. teeth pressed deep, marking their home in his body. toji's moans echoed through the room, filtering out into the gardens through the open shoji doors. sukuna's grunts were muffled, quiet but loud in his ears. it was a pleasure toji craved, but shied away from until now.

his cunt was loud and wet, soaking the thick cock and heavy balls. the knot grew, pressing at his entrance with every deep hit. the hand left his hip, the arm moved from his waist and the hands planted themselves beside toji to gain the leverage sukuna needed. shaky fingers wound around a thick wrist, nails digging into the ink that surrounded it.

the knot popped in on a particularly hard thrust, locking the two together. sukuna ground his hips against the omega, his balls pulling tight as he finally came in that hot heat. toji jerked at the sudden intrusion, his leg kicking and cunt spasming as another orgasm rushed through him with such force he couldn't breathe. the blankets grew wetter as it racked through him, soaking himself and the alpha behind him. he tried to pull himself away, tried to get it to stop, but sukuna only followed, his hips rocking and grinding to keep it going. the whimper fell from his lips before he could stop it and the teeth biting into his neck had him moaning loud against the blankets below his face.

the breeze was welcoming against their sweaty skin as they laid tangled together at their sides. the hand carding through his hair was comforting, leaving him pliant and boneless. the tremors in his thighs were still there, the tightness in his chest growing. this was freedom, he'd come to realize. even when he has a babe growing in his womb, he wasn't under any crushing thumbs anymore. the only crushing weight he'd accept without a fight is the alpha that laid behind him.

their wedding is an extravagant thing. the imperial palace is full of life and full of people from all over. lords and ladies, the three big clans. the hall was full of voices and music, of conversations that floated along the walls between strangers and friends. cups were clinked, drinks downed, and food feasted upon like it could be their last. the palace was decorated beyond it usually was. tapestries rolled out, the wood polished so cleanly you could see your own reflection in it.

yet excitement could be felt. the king, the almighty powerful king finally finding a mate? who would've thought. so many letters and proposals denied, yet this omega is who caught his eye? the stain on the zen'in, a thing born of hatred and sorrow, of loneliness. hidden away to be forgotten like the dust under their beds.

his presence was suffocating. oppressing to some. the spicy scent filled the palace like it was a second skin, covering anything that stayed in it too long. he was much too relaxed in his seat, in the throne of black wood and red upholstery. the tigers carved into the wood were done with such carefulness, such precision. the black silk of his sokutai blended in, making him look larger than he already was. a large hand held the half drunken cup of sake, red eyes watching the crowd like they would entertain him somehow. he much hated the noise. he'd rather it be quiet or be in his rooms with the omega that sat at his side.

he was a quiet thing, much quieter than he was when they had their battle. dark hair was pulled up and out of bored green eyes. even with the pins and jewels that glittered within it, poking at an already sore scalp, some strands fell loose and stuck to sweaty skin. the junhitoe was heavy on his shoulders and hot, yet the blacks and reds of the silk fabrics shone beautifully against the light of the dying sun. the twelve layers were much too warm in the summer heat, but he sat. he stayed, he didn't move from his spot even though he earned it. the thumbs of the elders, of his father, still crushed him down and their soulless eyes seemed to bore into him as if they were trying to take the rest of him. what more could they take that they hadn't already? maybe what the king had taken. the last bit of hope, the last bit of life he managed to keep and push into the man beside him.

"you're much too quiet." the deep voice rumbled, quiet only for his ears to hear. a hum escaped his lips as he looked off to the side, gliding over the tapestries full of stories. "don't have much to say." he finally murmured, glancing towards the large beast beside him. it caused a huff to escape his lips as he brought the cup to them, finishing what was left within.