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6toru · 12 days ago

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𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄.

synopsis. gaining the title ‘duke’ not only came with the prestige, but came along the lonely days you spent yearning for your husband as he toggled the new duties and responsibilities he had to face. it was only a matter of time before you decided that you could only have so much patience, deciding that it wouldn’t hurt if you played around a little – watching as your husband who held himself in great temperance and sangfroid fall into pieces the more you attempt to break his composure.

pairing. nanami kento x fem!reader genre. dukedom & arranged marriage au + smut cw. mature content (mdni), breeding kink, rough sex , explicit language + dirty talk

word count. 4.2k

author's note. hehe a repost from an old writing blog of mine ! def one of my favourite pieces + something about someone who's usually so poised losing control of themselves... feral is what i am 😩

NANAMI KENTO, no doubt, was a powerful young man who earned himself the title Duke from the royal king after his contribution and victory in the most recent war. Of course, now that he was given the new title, he was given a whole lot of responsibilities and duties that he’s got to fulfill now that he had plenty more people to protect. Nowadays, the young duke would either be found training his lot of knights, hunting, or cooped up in his grand office busying himself with myriads of documents. Despite being incredibly proud of his achievements, you still couldn’t help but yearn for the affection of your beloved husband.

Many nights were spent alone, staring up at the tall dark ceiling while you silently counted sheep – hoping that once you had reached a hundred, he would arrive and join you in bed (he’d often fall asleep on the sofa in his office). And, many nights were spent with you fending for yourself when you longed for his touch, arching your back when you’d climax on your fingers – however, you never felt fully satisfied. Your fingers could never compare to his larger and thicker fingers, nor his…

You shake your head rapidly, feeling your cheeks growing redder by the lewd thoughts of your husband swimming through your mind. The last time you had intercourse with the male was when you both consummated the marriage, which was almost half a year ago, and then a month after that, the war happened – and two months later, he’d come back with a new title, Duke. Everything else after that was a blur. He was just within your reach — residing in the same manor and all, could almost reach for him but always got farther and farther away. You miss your husband, desperately.

You stroll through the hallways of the manor, taking small strides towards the familiar giant door with a board of your freshly baked bread balanced in your hands. You continue to hum a gentle tune as you got closer and closer to the door. Although, it may appear to other people that his wife was innocently barging into his office thus surprising him with baked goods made with love – However, unknowingly for them, you had other plans hidden up your sleeves.

“Kento,” your voice gentle as you call out his name, “I brought you something that I think you’d love!”

You open the door further, revealing your husband — as per usual — busying himself with his documents. Fatigue was plastered all across his face, though he tried his best to mask it, but the dark circles underneath his hazel eyes were of no help. You could tell that even his muscles had gotten sore from training and staying seated for long periods of time. You placed the bread tray in front of him, and you walked around the desk to stand next to your husband.

“Thank you, honey,” He quickly thanks you, sending you a quick nod of acknowledgement. Your husband was in pure autopilot mode, his hand continuously signing the documents despite him slowly losing focus — desperately trying to keep them open rather than succumbing to slumber.

“You should take a moment to relax, Kento.” You say. Just as he is about to come up with some type of excuse as to why he shouldn’t take a break, you lean in closer to his ear. “Let me help you.”

Your hands travel up to his back, and you applied some pressure on his shoulders while you massaged him. Your husband releases a low groan when you apply even more pressure on a stubborn muscle knot on his shoulders. You smile when he relaxes into your touch, closing his eyes while he leaned closer into you as you massaged into his sore muscles until those pesky knots disappeared. “How do you feel now?”

“I feel much better,” Kento sighs, humming pleasantly, “ Thank you for the bread, too. I’ll make sure to finish it while I continue working.”

“Can’t your break be a little longer?” You probe at him, pouting softly. “I missed you.”

A sudden wave of boldness and confidence overtook your consciousness, and you brought yourself down on his lap, your arms snaking around your husband’s muscular shoulders. Kento looks completely taken aback, and you eat that expression up as if it is candy.

“Kento,” you begin, “can’t you see that your cute and loving wife misses you?”

You press your lips against his ear, before whispering: “I’ve been thinking about you so much, putting a baby inside of me.”

Slowly, you thrust your hips against his thigh, watching your husband in pure amusement as he attempts to keep his composure; his hand tightening on his pen, knuckles white. Almost immediately, you can feel him hardening underneath you, and you grinned almost immediately. Something about his reaction swelled your heart with pride, knowing that despite being busy you still, somewhat, had an effect on him. Even more, Kento was taken aback, completely speechless (and undeniably turned on) from his wife’s bold ministrations.

“B-baby inside..?” His voice came out as a dry rasp, his eyes wide .

Before your husband could process anything else, he felt the weight on his lap disappearing, and he quickly stared up to watch you getting ready to leave. You fixed the wrinkles on the hem of your dress, trying to fight back the grin on your face after having just teased your usually stoic husband. He had always appeared so cool and composed, so watching him try so hard to keep his composure undeniably gave you some type of thrill.

“Y/N?” He called out your name, looking visibly confused. Your eyes traveled down to your husband’s trousers, smiling innocently as you caught sight of the large tent growing between his legs.

“I almost forgot to mention, but the marchioness invited me to her manor for a tea party.” You said, attempting to stifle the giggle bubbling in your throat while your husband appeared flustered. “I won’t be back until tonight.”

You lean in to give him a quick kiss on his lips, not before licking his bottom lip as you pull away. You were being far too mean with your husband, but you couldn’t help it — watching him slowly crack beneath your manipulation sent a shock of arousal straight between your legs. “Until then, promise me that you’ll finish the bread and take breaks when you need it, okay?”

Before the man could even muster a single response, you walked out of his office. Only two could play at this game, you thought to yourself as you closed the office door behind you.

Hours had already passed and you finished catching up with the noble ladies, exchanging goodbyes and letters before parting ways. It had truly been a while since you had last caught up with your friends. Nevertheless, the time spent at your friend’s manor was enjoyable, listening to all the spicy gossip while enjoying desserts and tea.

The ride back home in the carriage is silent — the only sound present were the continuous patters from the horses’ steps. You stare outside the window, quietly watching the manor eventually disappearing as the carriage goes further away in distance. It is already a quarter past nine, perhaps the latest you have ever stayed out, and it is safe to assume that your beloved husband is probably resting on the sofa in his office again.

You lean your back against the seat, pressing the side of your head against the window as your eyes begin to grow heavy, the distant sounds of the horses’ steps gradually lulling you into a short slumber.

“My lady, we’ve arrived.”

“Oh my, we’re already here?” You ponder to yourself out loud, groggily opening your eyes. You place your hands atop the coachman’s guiding you down the carriage, and you stare at the tall manor before you. Once you enter inside, you are automatically greeted with your maids ushering you to the bathroom with a change of clothes. Undeniably, you felt a little disappointed, as you believe that your husband had unknowingly proved your point from earlier — you, at least, hoped that he’d stay awake a little longer. You sink lower into the tub, blowing bubbles as you scrunch your brows together, the water hiding pouting lips. The maid had left you alone earlier, telling you that she’d return with a towel soon, but it’s been moments.

You glance around the bathroom, trying to decipher the exact location of your nightgown. Ah, it was on the stool, next to the door. If anyone had walked in on you grabbing your nightgown from the stool, the only thing they’d see is your wet and bare body. It shouldn’t be too bad, though —after all, it’s always been your maids coming in. Slowly, you stand up from the large tub, and you immediately shiver from the wave of cold air rushing to you,, cool beads of water dripping down your body. With careful steps, you make your way across the room, your hand reaching out towards your nightgown.

You suddenly hear a knock on the door, and you instinctively grab the gown to cover the front of your body. It must be the maid, you think to yourself and you try to mimic that of a stern face — however, you can’t bring yourself to be too harsh on a new maid, after all. You watch the door open slowly, and you tap your fingers against your elbows. “Hana, where were you all this… Oh.”

Almost immediately, your face is sent aflame and you scurry away from the door, your failed attempt of a stern persona pathetically crumbling away as the space revealed no one other than your husband standing in front of the doorway with a towel in his hand. Hazel eyes travel up and down your frame, his jaw tensing at the sight of your bunched up nightgown barely covering your body — hell, it didn’t cover anything, he stares longingly at your left breast deciding to slip out of the covers. He steps into the room and closes the door shut immediately, his eyes still locked into your frame and he stays silent.

You press the nightgown against your body even more and you look away from his gaze, as if it could help hide your insecurities that are growing the more he stared and stayed silent. However, all that stops when you glance back at your husband and he gives you a come hither motion with his index finger. “Kento,” you say his name softly, “I thought you were asleep—”

“Come here,” is all he says to you, his voice low and baritone. You easily comply with his words, taking small strides to get closer to the male. “Hand me your nightgown.”

“I thought it was Hana that knocked,” you say quietly as you hand your husband your nightgown, further revealing your naked body. You can hear Kento’s breath hitch for a mere moment before he quickly regains his composure — however, it is already so fragile. He swiftly wraps the towel around your body before pulling you closer to him, his hands resting on your hips while he leans closer to your face with stern eyes. “You’re lucky that it was me, then. What were you thinking about going out of the bath like that? What if it wasn’t Hana or I that walked in?”

“I didn't want to stay in the bath anymore, and I genuinely believed that my maids would be the only ones to walk in. Because of that, I didn’t feel too worried.” You answer your husband softly, squeezing his shoulder ever so slightly. “Despite you giving me a bit of a surprise, I can’t say that I’d rather have Hana come here instead of you.”

“Is that so? That’s a relief, then. I did tell her that I’d take care of the rest and she could rest for the night.” He hummed, before lifting you up in his arms without any warning, immediately eliciting a surprised gasp from your lips.

“W-what are you doing?” You question your husband, stammering as you instinctively place your hand onto his chest.

“You know, after you played your little game earlier, I wasn’t able to do my work properly.” says Kento, opening the bathroom door. “I believe you should bear some sort of responsibility, no?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you mutter under your breath, masking a soft grin as you nuzzle your face into your husband’s neck.

“Putting a baby inside you,” he says, a slight strain present in his baritone voice as he continues walking down the hall with your towel-covered body in his arms. The walk down to your shared bedroom feels like an eternity has passed, the sounds of his footsteps resonating across the quiet hall. You want to question him where the rest of maids and butlers had gone but you relented, your body tense under the man’s carnal gaze.

“If fucking a baby inside of you is what you want, then it’s what you’ll get. It’s what my sweet wife asked for, after all.”

“H-Honey, what are you—?”

With one hand, Kento swiftly opens the bedroom door. You let out a small shriek when he throws you on the soft mattress of your king-sized bed, his large hands pinning your hands above your head. He has this carnal glint in his amber eyes as he stares deeply into yours, it was as if all his self-control was beginning to crumble right before your eyes — you’ve never seen him like this; a cool, composed and reserved man looking so disheveled above you—his dress shirt buttoned loosely, revealing his collarbones and the evident incarnadine flush radiating onto his cheeks. Truly, it is a delicious sight to behold, and the wetness dwelling between your legs only seems to grow the longer you stare at the man.

“What a lewd woman, you are.” He mutters, his grip on your wrists tightening while his other hand trails down your chest, slowly pulling the towel down. “Was my sweet wife having fun playing teatime after leaving me to take care of this?”

Before you can even utter a word, a sudden gasp leaves your lips when Kento grinds his hips against yours; the delightful friction of the erection growing in his trousers rubbing against your clit, your back arching in hopes to get more. “I missed you,” you say between heavy breaths, “I missed you so much—Ah! Y-You’ve been so cooped up in your o-office lately and ngh..”

Your words were cut abruptly by his lips, teeths clashed and tongues intertwined while his rough and calloused fingers trail up your torso, towards your bare chest in a teasingly slow pace. A muffled moan leaves your lips, only to be covered by your husband’s lips, as he teases your already erect nipples.

“Tell me more,” said your husband, his lips leaving yours.

With heavy eyes, you watch Kento’s lips trail to where his hands once rested. His tongue swirls around the mound before sucking on your skin harshly, and you rest your fingers tangled in his blond locks as he continues to elicit those cute sounds coming from your swollen lips.

“You’ve been so busy with your duties as the duke, and—Mhhm..!—I-I’ve been feeling so alone these many nights while I longed for you, so so desperately. I love you so much Kento—Ah!” You mewl out those words in unadulterated wanton, your voice all shakey, it almost sounds embarrassingly pathetic when your husband is doing nothing more than teasing your breasts rather than fucking you relentlessly in the mattress. You can barely care less about how you sound though, because his lips and touch alone are enough to send you into ecstasy. You want him to touch you more. The needy ache between your legs continuously grows more intense the longer he teases you.

“H-Honey, ‘want more. Please.” You beg your husband, your fingers desperately trying to unbutton his wrinkled dress shirt. “I need more of you.”

Kento doesn’t reply back, continuing his little ministrations on your neglected mound. It is adorable seeing him so focused on pleasuring you, but the heat you feel in your pussy feels too overwhelming. You push your husband’s head away from your mound, his lips leaving your skin with a soft ‘pop!’ He glances at you questioningly.

It was a bold and sudden decision that you had made on a whim out of sheer desperation, but his reaction made it all the more worth it. As soon as your fingers leave his half-buttoned dress shirt, you hook your arms underneath your knees and spread your legs open, revealing your cunt drenched in your desperate juices. “Kento, I mean it when I told you that I wanted you to put a baby in me.”

His mouth is left agape at your sudden boldness, his eyes fixated on the juices slowly dripping out of your hole — his breath gets stuck in his throat as he watches your small fingers spread your pussy lips apart. “Kento, touch me. Please.”

“Shit.”

It is almost as if the string has finally snapped inside of him, because before his mind can even start to think properly, his hands are on your thighs, keeping your legs spread apart as he begins the merciless assault on your dripping folds; his tongue lapping at all your wetness as if he was animal thirsty for water. Kento almost groans at the way his finger stretches your pussy, his finger sliding in almost immediately due to your juices. “Fuck,” he curses under his breath, “you’re so wet for me.”

He slides his index finger in and out before adding a second finger to the mix. He starts off slow, but his pace gradually quickens to that of which is considered merciless. The sounds of your wet cunt getting demolished by his fingers echoes in the grand room, along with your cries of pleasure. Your hips thrash against his fingers, and you can feel the sensation of pressure that was building up in your abdomen intensifying the more that he pleases you with his large fingers. Within less than a second, you cum intensely around his fingers, a loud moan erupting from your throat as your body slumps against Kento.

‘His fingers feel so much better compared to my fingers,’ you think to yourself as you try to recover from your first orgasm.

While you attempt to catch your breath, you glance back to Kento only to watch him undress with your mouth salivating. It’s already a given that your husband would be incredibly fit as he often trains with the knights and hunts (while not forgetting the night you had consummated with him in the dark the past few months ago — you felt every crevice of his muscles) — but now, seeing it up close and so clearly — he is truly a sight to behold. You reach your arm towards his chiseled abdomen, your fingers drawing hearts across his skin, and your eyes travel lower past his abdomen; staring intently at the huge tent growing beneath his underwear. You want to get fucked by this man already, so so bad.

“Kento,” you say his name softly, tracing your fingers along the outline of your husband’s clothed erection before trailing back up to the waistband, tugging it down slightly to expose more of his v-line. He tugs his boxers down completely, and your mouth immediately waters at the exquisite sight. He is a lot bigger than you had remembered.

When he slowly rubs the tip of his dick against your folds, shivers trickle down your spine as you raise your hips to meet his, attempting to get him inside.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful.” He mumbles, his voice hoarse. “Look at you all spread open for me, desperate to get a taste of my cock.”

He slips his tip in, eliciting a sharp breath past your trembling lips, and then he pulls out. You whine out his name in a bated breath, your cheeks flushed in an incarnadine hue. Kento spares you a soft smile, almost as if it was mocking you, before he fills your hole up to the very brim — splitting your pussy open.

“Oh fuck—Kento!” A scream slips past your lips, your eyes scrunched shut as a huge wave of pleasure rushes through your veins, sending goosebumps on your skin. Your husband is relentless with his movements, your legs spread apart by his strong grip. The sounds of his skin slapping against yours along with cries of his name resonates across the bedroom, coupled with the intense squeaking from the mattress. “F-Feels so good—Ahn! Please—Please don’t stop—Oh!”

“You dirty woman,” Kento sneers, “we’ve just started and your pussy’s already so greedy for my cum by how tight you’re squeezing me. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to get my sweet wife pregnant—filled with all my cum.”

With that, he spreads your legs even wider and leans his torso closer to yours; his face merely centimeters away from yours. “I can feel you getting tighter,” He says, his hot breath fanning against your skin, “you’re getting real close, hm?”

He doesn’t give you a chance to properly reply though, as he trails his one hand down to your clit and rubs rough circles on the sensitive bundle of nerves, eliciting a silent scream—your mouth agape and eyes rolled back as you ride out your orgasm, arching your back against his chest.

You are barely given enough time to recover when Kento returns to work, his lips instantly connecting to yours while he thrusts his cock inside your sopping hole with a stuttering pace. His hands travel up to your breasts and gives them a harsh squeeze, the pace of his thrusts quickening. Your husband looks utterly delectable, his face scrunched up as he focuses on your pleasure, small beads of sweat rolling down his forehead. Pleasure fills your veins, and your cries only increase in volume the closer you are to reaching your second orgasm.

Thoughts of you being all plumped up and pregnant play repeatedly in his mind, and it merely ignites his desire to pump all his cum into you. Breaths ragged, he stuffs his head into the crook of your neck, nails gripping into your hips as he continues to plummet into you. “K-Kento—!” You wantonly whine out his name, wrapping your legs tightly around your husband’s hips. “Cum inside me—please. Want your kids so bad.”

How can he not cum? Especially when the sight of his sweet wife being drunk on his dick is right before his eyes. With a groan (combined with a growl) of your name along with a string of curses leaving his lips, he stiffens up inside you; warm ropes of his cum coating your walls white.

Upon pulling out, he watches large beads of white leaking out of your hole and he sticks his finger inside, pushing his cum back inside. You released a soft sigh in pleasure, your legs slightly twitching at your husband’s touch.

“How are you feeling now?” Questions your husband, Kento. You reach your arm out to his face, your thumb tracing light circles on his cheekbones.

“I’m a happy, happy wife,” you reply to him, laughing softly before leaning into his lips, giving him a soft peck. Kento chuckles lightly into the kiss. “Was I too rough with you?” He asks you once more, and you shake your head immediately.

“I think I’ve realized just now how much I enjoy being manhandled by you,” you reply back to him, giggling. “Rather, I enjoy seeing this new side of you.”

Your giggles quickly gets replaced by a slight gasp when your husband suddenly adjusts your position, your face and chest now pressed against the mattress with your husband behind you, his hand lightly rubbing his erect cock. Swiftly, you turn your head to Kento, your mouth agape as you are just about to question him but the sting of his hand on your ass immediately erases all rational thoughts in your mind. Heat immediately rushes to your face once more at the foreign, yet pleasurable sensation.

“K-Kento,” you are able to utter your husband’s name, your arms already feeling weak from holding yourself up from the mattress. A shaky breath leaves your lips when he slowly rubs his cock against you from behind, your ears picking up a hoarse chuckle.

“I never said I was done with you,” Kento tells you, “not until I’m sure that you’ll get pregnant with all my cum."

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inupibaldspot · 9 months ago

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Blue is the color of royalty.

Pairing : Gojo Satoru x Reader

Note ₊˚⊹♡ : Staring Gojo as the crown prince and you crown princess in an arranged marriage! Sexual intonation is there but nothing major. Mentions of death and cheating as in infidelity. 4.3k words (this is usually too long for me to write)

Gojo remembers that day very clearly, his throat felt constricted, breath felt raspy with the strenuous inhale and exhales, the cuff of his shirt now soaked wet as he wipes his tears furiously trying to console himself amidst the crowd.

He was six when it was announced by the emperor, his father announced an arrangement of love between the Royal Family of Gojo and the Duke of the South. The young crown prince with as equally young you, the second child to the Duke of the South.

Through his tears he hears clanks of fork and plate beside him as his two friends were eating away while Gojo was wallowing in despair, he didn’t want to marry you—he has never even seen you!

Shoko the daughter of the Duke of the North simply liked coming to parties because this was the only place she didn’t have restrictions on how much sweets she could eat. While Geto Suguru, son of Count Geto simply came because he was told to by his father.

He sniffs as he tries to console himself, he already had a fixed idea on how he wants to get married and it was not this! He wanted to save a damsel in distress-be of noble or commoner blood and wanted that event to be a ‘love at first sight situation.’

He peeps over to where a outburst was as people surrounded a small figure muttering congratulations. Surely you were there. He thinks that you were probably surrounded by leeching adults, awaiting an opportunity for a slip-up which would cause an exaggerated rumors. Adults from high society were simply like that.

Gojo stands on the ball of his feet, trying to see over the crowd and from the push in between the cracks of the crowd, he does see you.

And you were beautiful.

You were adorned with the finest jewelry, size fitting your petite figure, with a beautiful dress adorned with classic lace and pearls. He swears in between his mesmerization that you were perfect.

So mesmerized he loses balance and falls over, his butt now on the floor as he soothe the ache while trying to stand up. Geto cackled at the sight. “ What’s wrong? Your expression is so dumb right now,Satoru.”

Gojo clears his throat as he tries to maintain dignity, the dignity of the crown prince. “The lady I am betrothed to is a pleasure to the eye. I am pleased…”

Geto sighs at his friend’s already being stupid. “But you know what I heard-“ he starts. “The young child of the Duke is like a machine.”

Gojo sooner or later (over the years you visited him quite a lot, often staying over at the palace as the travel time between the capital and the south was quite long.) he totally gets what Geto’s words that day meant.

You were literally a golden child for the Duke and now, a golden wife for him; the purest of all pure bred nobles. any work done is to be completed in a day, you oversee everything that is going on in the palace and doing a good job—so much so that his mom the empress was even letting you over see some matters.

“y/n,let’s go out on a walk.” Gojo would beam, excitedly walking over to you. “The afternoon sun is pleasant today.”

You had a straight look on your face as you stare into Gojo’s eyes, as if you were judging ever inch of him. “I rather suggest you get some training done, your highness. Your body seems quite feeble.”

Gojo gwaks at you who is now walking away,with a book at hand either to the library or his mother’s side—the empress.

Somewhere along the line Gojo realizes that you were coming over to butter up the emperor and the empress. You were not there to see him. Gojo seethed . Over time any attraction he felt when he first saw you is now crumbled and blown into dust by the winds. He could not care less for a person who was so busy to even spare a glance at him—fiancée or not!

When he was fifteen he was sent to a neighboring smaller country which excelled in military and academic—the country was said to be 10 years infront of any other when it came to their literary and research.

Gojo felt like he could breathe again, his bone pops as he stretches as he is finally free. Away from you for atleast four years. This new found freedom away from your judging eyes was making feel as if he were floating—he studied he swears, his academic score was always great but more than that he also spend his royal gold coins as he drinks away even though he was under age , and maybe even a few gropes to the beautiful ladies passing by.

This was the first time Gojo had been to the red light district and certainly it was not the last. But who would scold him, he was the son of the one of the most powerful empire Gojo Satoru and was the crown prince. Who would are say anything to him? The thinks to himself as he lays currently in bed, chest bare with a lady who is not his fiancée.

But don’t worry too much, Geto was by his side too! If his parents know about this— Gojo is at least relieved that he won’t go down alone.

At the age of nineteen, he finally comes back to the empire,now standing at a taller height and broad shoulders. The air around Gojo itself feels mature…and extremely attractive—to bad he was engaged at the age of six. He loves the gaze the maids near him gives, affirming and stroking his already enflated ego.

He sends a flirtatious wink at one of the better looking maids with a larger bottom as he signals a ‘follow-me’ as his head nods to a empty room.

Just as he was about to turn the corner,a figure popped up. He had crumbled when he was six and he has once again at nineteen. You stepped out of the corner in a beautiful blue dress with inside frills of white lace, the blue puff on your shoulder adorned with gold and you wearing the same metal on your ears and neck made it so much more ethereal.

“Your highness.My apologies, I’ve been so busy with the revolt at the south border it must have slipped my mind.” You speak, why were you not as fazed as he was. “I had not known you had arrived.” Why was your heart not racing like his was?

But he must say, the years have been good to you. You were taller but now shorter than he was, the fats of your cheeks now slimmed down making the rest of your features more enhanced ,more beautiful. You blink confused as Gojo’s eyes trail around, relishing every part of now an adult you. In this instance you are the most beautiful piece of existence there is in man kind.

“What?” He wears a smug expression as he crosses his hands and stands tall. “Did ya miss me?”

You blink, as if you were genuinely confused. “Yes I did. You are my fiancé after all,your highness.”

And there goes Gojo’s resolution to not fall for you—just with these simple words, he is once again head over heels for you.

You did miss him after all! Gojo giggles to himself when he remembers the interaction,while Geto sits on the sofa, as he sips in the evening tea that was brought in. “But it’s been what? Four years since been you’ve been away.” Geto says, trying his best to control his smirk as he sees thunder clouds form on top of Gojo’s head. “Maybe y/n had been seeing someone else.”

Gojo shakes the part of his brain which reprimands him for his hypocrisy, he had been with women, lots of them when he was away but now the simple idea of a man being with you, makes him worry as if he is ill. His stomach burns with jealousy; it would be worse if it were a single man.

Many men would be worse than a few, a few would be worse than two, a two will be worse…than one? No-

—It would be the worst if you have a simply been with one man who you’ve completely undone your heart to. Does your expression form to a loving one—one he is yet to see? Do you whisper sweet words into that man’s undeserving ears? Oh how he wishes there could be a battlefield where he could fight for your love then he would not lose!

Shoko blows out a puff of smoke, which comes out of a tobacco filled-elaborately design hookah—pipe. “Nope. Your fiancée has been single as a nun.” She says in a matter of fact tone.

“Wha-wait…none?” Gojo manages to whisper out, head still wrapping around Shoko’s reply. “She must have! She does well in high society, is beautiful, anything she wears becomes a fashion statement, and she known for being intelligent! She must had a man or two to console her in the absence of her fiancé!”

Nobles have always done that, husbands leaving for the red light district as soon as he is away from his wife, while the girls wife is in bed with younger workers in bed while the husband was away.

Shoko thinks Gojo is simply bratty as she waves him off, taking another pull of air from the pipe. “Nope—your lady doesn’t play,I think I’ve only ever seen her in work mode.” While Gojo giggles to himself on how Shoko referred to you as ‘his’ lady making her and a Geto raise an eyebrow.

And boy— in work mode you certainly where in his absence of his studies because now he sits in the dinner table,completely silent.

The long table filled with lavish food,the royal couples will most likely never finish and Gojo, the crown prince sits with his mother and father, the emperor and empress with his fiancée.

It was then when he realized—no felt it to his bones that he was replaced! Your smart brain and smooth tongue had worked his way into his parents' hearts and now he sits silently, not knowing how to join into the conversation as if he was the one who was to be married into the family.

“My…your highness.” Your doll like eyes blink at him and with a flutter of your lashes and a hand placed on his thighs, Gojo feels heat rush to his cheeks. “You must eat.”

“Gojo!” His father shouts from the other side of the dinner table. “Don’t be picky, you’re an adult now!” His mother giggled, bringing her hands to cover her mouth.

“Oh shut up, old man.” Gojo seethed , he stands on his feet, ready to walk away from the table. But of course his body freezes when you hold onto the fabric on his pants. He grits his teeth.

You were looking at him with a pout, eye brows furrowed as you shake your head in a disapproving manner. “You mustn’t speak to his majesty in that manner, your highness.”

But Gojo wasn’t really listening as his eyes trail down to your cleavage which was entirely exposed from this angle. God—he almost sees red, so much so that it even drips red…drips red?

You shriek, losing your cool as your fiancé stands with a confused look and blood dripping down his nose. You quickly turn to the Royal couple, “My apologies your majesties but the crown prince seems rather unwell so we will take our leave.” You grab a cloth piece from the table and rush to aid Gojo.

You place the piece of cloth on his nose as you lead him by his fingers with a gentle tug, you call out for the maids for help and a doctor while you make him sit on his bed.

The doctor shakes his head. “Your Majesty must’ve been stressed about something…or he may have overworked himself with something.”

You hum as you look at Gojo’s dumb look, a nostril filled with cotton. “What has been stressing your mind,your majesty?”

“Why don’t you think I have been overworking myself?!” He barks back, hand shooing away all of the workers in the room,leaving only him and you.

“Ever since you came back, you have simply been wasting your time away.” You shake your head as Gojo jumps,he is as guilty as charged. “You hardly even frequent the training grounds anymore, your majesty.”

Gojo turned his body and his eyes in your direction while he sits on his lavish bed as he reached out to wrap his hands around your hips,pulling you closer to him.

He rests his chin on your stomach as he looks up at you, you look down at him with a confused look. Why was he acting like this?

“Your majesty this, your majesty that—!” You almost laugh at the amount of sass in this man when he spoke those words. “Quit that and call me Satoru.” He demands.

You let out a smile, gojo thinking that this moment when he is graced with your smile has blessed his years to come. “Okay Satoru.” Gojo is simply undone when it came to you, a clumsy mess. As he feels hot in his head.

“Oh my —“ you shriek again. “Satoru, your other nose is also bleeding.”

Gojo thinks the best way to begin the day if at times when he sees you at the training grounds. After you had reprimanded him for skipping his training, the following day he wake up at 5am and trains till his training was completed by about 8am.

He sometimes see you walk down the near by pathway as he wipes his sweat, clinging to his body from the now heating sun and intense training. Gojo normally trains with Geto Suguru, now a Royal Knight of the Palance, as he is the only one who can keep up with him.

And when ever he does see you, people see the flowers bloom and the air suddenly becomes a tad bit hotter. Gojo waves his hand in the air like a child waiting for you to do the same. You lift your hands gently and offer a small wave, smile hidden shyly behind your other hand, a dignified princess indeed.

But one thing bad about your visits to the training ground? You were alone.

Gojo swings his sword, acting cool making his muscles on his back ripple as he knows your presence is in attendance for todays training. He is sure to impress you!

After his routine was done, he turns to you giving the most handsome stare he could muster with a personal gust of wind to help him today only to find you with another man… You, the crown princess with Haibara, another knight belonging to Geto’s team.

To make matters worse, you looked so adorable and cozy,body heat completely warm as he noticed you were in a jacket, a larger one, one belonging to the military. A jacket that was not his!

Gojo rushes over and quickly takes of your jacket gently before he swings it on the ground, before he gives you his jacket despite your complaint on how ‘Haibara was simply making sure I was not cold.’

He pout as you give him a confused look. “When ever you’re cold, just come to me… Don’t use other men’s jacket…”

There was one day when Gojo realized how easy you could slip away, gone forever.

You and him were in the Royal Garden, Gojo beaming at the thought that you finally decided to hang around him. Your eyes opens as you take a sip from the cup ,confused as to why Gojo was acting like a puppy when thier owner comes back home. Loveless marriage or not, you had to act like you two were in love. The palace walls have ears after all so sometimes you liked to humor Gojo—just a little.

Gojo hums as he has his chin on his hands,pupils turned to heart shapes as he beams at how lovely you are. When you suddenly dropped your cup as you look into his eyes. “y/n…?” Just then blood seeps through the crack of your lips as you tumble from your seat.

Before you fall to the ground,Gojo is quick to reach your arms before you head ground first. He shouts for help as workers and doctors rushed to them,as he wraps his hands around you pleading to the gods above that you are safe. “My love…please come back to me.”

You did gain consciousness the next morning to find Gojo looking at you with gaping mouth, the color under his eyes were darkened. Did he not sleep for the duration of your unconscious state? “Sato..ru..?”

His eyes well up as the skin near his eyes and cheeks flush red, with the first stream of tears you are engulfed and pushed into his arms as he bleeds your ears on how worried he was.

While he was away, he had not been a good human being if he were to be honest. Many of his letters from family,friends and you remain closed, probably burned to ashes by now. If he had gone through his letter maybe he would have been aware that it was found that you had a rather frail health.

While Gojo sniffles into the crook of your neck( he is definitely taking advantage of the situation ) you smile to yourself, a tiny one. Yes. This is the Gojo you remember being engaged to. A clumsy spoiled but good kid.

Shhh—Did you know the walls have ears?

But this time they are talking. There are whispers among the maids, worker, butlers and even the stable cleaner that her highness the crown princess has an affair—a lover. I mean after all your fiancé is a tall attractive man who is literally the crown prince. If such a person was showing such open affection but you were not reciprocating it? Hmmm? Suspicious! I rest my case.

“I was careless…” you mutter to yourself as your look outside the tall palace windows, eyes a few workers who were cleaning up stray leaves by the poarch.

“About what,love?”

A sudden reply to a question where you weren’t expecting an answer made you jump slightly as you peered to see Gojo looking at you with a smile on his face. “Good morning,love.” His hand reached around your waist as he bends down and kisses your forehead. Gojo has been acting far too much like a husband ever since he has been back from his studies and you were still not used to it.

“Kyaa— look it’s the prince and princess.”

“They’re so love dovey first thing in the morning.”

“I guess the rumors on the crown princess is fake…”

You two stilled as hushed whispers were heard. Gojo seemed rather displeased that he was interrupted plus evesdropped on as his hands comically tighten into a fist. “Those insolent fools must not want their tongue…How dare they listen to us speak—“

But you on the other hand had your eyes wide, hands near your mouth as you gape in realization.

Bingo!

You quickly turn to Gojo who seems to still at the unfamiliar attention as he jumps slightly, as you walk closer and place your hand on his chest which sends his heart heat racing. “I need you to act like a lover to me.”

Gojo blinks once.

Twice.

“Was I not a lover to you all these time—?!” He barks, a vein popped on his forehead.

You stare at him with pretty blinks of confusion along with furrowed eyebrows, “what are you saying? You’re my fiancé through arrangement.” You say in a matter of fact tone. “You and I are not lovers, Satoru.”

Gojo bites the inside of his cheeks, his heart is filled with unwanted emotions—anger, sadness,disappointment,shame? Fine! If he wants you to act like a lover— he’ll act like a love. Your lover.

Before you know it, one of his hands slips around your waist as the other grabs your face, his nose now against your cheeks making you shudder at the sudden change in vibe.

He smears his lips around the corner of your lips first, your makeup which took too long for your taste now smeared. He decides to now nip your lower lips, making you gasp as you feel him make tiny licks and nips. “Sa-satoru…” he groans when you say his name.

His lips are finally on yours as the corner of Gojo’s lips tug upwards when he was met in realization that you are eagerly waiting for him with soft presses of your lips as his tongue slips in pretty easily. Something bubbles inside you chest when your thoughts trail to the fact that Gojo was an exemplary kisser—your chest tightens harder when you are reminded of Gojo’s visits to women of the red light district.

You were aware of these but back in the days, you were not bothered at his actions at all—Gojo was simply beautiful after all. You did not mind ever since you first got engaged but at this moment, it tightened your heart as if leaves a nasty aftertaste.

You probably don’t know that Gojo has never stepped inside such business ever since he got back home—to you.

As he sucks, wet presses on your tongue and bites —just as you were feeling lightheaded and wanting more Gojo pulls away.

“Satoru…?” Gojo muttered as swear when he sees your disheveled state, hair a mess, clothing slightly crumpled and lipstick smudged in the sexiest way possible.

“What?” He feigns cool as if there isn’t a significant tightening in his pants as he turns around. “I’m just acting as your lover.” If he wants you to act like a lover. He will do as you say.

Now the walls are giggling, yeah…this phrase isn’t going to cut it anymore. The maids whisper hush talks to the chefs and chefs to the delivery man and then the public. The news is that the crown prince and princess were so in love, they could hardly be apart.

The crown prince sweeping the princess of the ground pulled into a hug, the crown prince sheepishly nuzzling into the princess’s crook of her neck as he comes from behind, quick passionate kisses along the lavish hallways when they think no one is looking( the pair know that they are looking.)

The opportunist in you quickly suggests to his father that it is wise to release the copies of letters you had sent to him when he was away—yea, you made copies of your letters. The emperor was pleased, he laughed and entertained your suggestion. Gojo at this point has given up on making you realize his feelings and simply does what ever you say…

The public raved over the release making the royals more likable to the public, there were even talks on how they already could dream of you and Gojo as the ruling royals.

For the public that wish does come indeed true in the worst possible manner.

The emperor had suddenly fallen ill as he falls into a rough bloody cough, sometimes can hardly eat plus with no energy that he could barely stand. By rule book, in such scenarios the duty as the governor of the empire falls onto the crown prince—Gojo thinks he is ready, he was born to do this after all but all preparations were interrupted when the revolt in the South became a bigger issue more so because that is the region you came from.

Your father, the Duke’s troops kept getting ambushed and were losing morale quickly. Gojo watches you who was praying , to the gods that your father and your people be safe. If that is your wish, he shall be your god.

The same night Gojo groups up his men and marches south. This is the least a husband can do for his lover.

You almost faint when you hear this news,muttering nervously under her breath when you were having a fig-jam toast breakfast in bed. The toast falls from your mouth. “What?”

Now you think you are dreaming, it was one disaster after another! You gently rub circles on your father in law’s hand as Gojo’s father calms you. “It is a duty of a ruler to help his people… Gojo will come back victorious,my dear. You worry too much.”

The empress soothes you, otherwise a straight faced person with never an emotion on your face becomes such a mess for her son. As long as you are by Gojo’s side, his mother can stay assured for the rest of eternity. If you were by his side, Gojo will remain smiling.

It took one season for the idiot to arrived, his hands broken and now hangs on a sling. “I hope you’re not too angered by my actions.” Gojo knew he was wrong to march off that day, he was unprepared too but when he saw the tremble on your fingertips, he simply wants nothing but to make you secure, safe.

He watches you walk towards him before you say. “I think I am dreaming your highness, I had not known you had arrived.” You still has a straight faced look as if your fiancé is all injured with even a broken arm, voice still so steady.

Gojo laughs at this but just as he was about to reply with a snide remark he is cut off, your lips are on his. “You worry me too much, your highness. I fear you are not good for my heart.”

Gojo kisses you. His working hand snaking around your waist. Your lips are softer than he imagined it to be when he was away and when you let out a small moan he deepens it, stronger and desperate as if trying to mark every inch of you.

“How ever m-“ you push him away, gojo whine’s already craving the plush of your lips. “I am very displeased by your action. Even if you are the crown prince it is wiser if your discussed with the strategists and make a plan first. That was very—very unwise of you you highness. I cannot from the depth of my heart believe you would do something so stupid— honestly Gojo I thought you were so much smarter than that . Your behavior is very much unacceptable-“

Gojo almost bleeds from his ears as he listens to you lecture him, the crown prince, future ruler now on his knees. He fights back a smile fearing you would be further angered but his mind was filled with thoughts of , ‘shit, I can’t wait to be with this person for the rest of my life.

‎‧₊˚✧[Ending Thoughts ]✧˚: I almost made this a smut halfway through buahaha (*꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ)

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otkuhotgirl · 1 month ago

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─── 𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐍

# with trafalgar law.

the heir to a throne had taken a liking to you — and law takes it upon himself to mark you his.

⎰ & KINKTOBER, day eleven. smut (mdni!). hate!sex. choking. possessive!law. biting. marking. mentions of blood. shower!sex. dom!law. afab!reader. no y/n used.

WC: 2.3k.

one could mention beyond one dozen fear-stricken adjectives when it came to the surgeon of death. sadistic, ruthless, cruel. the one to rearrange your limbs, to tear your beating heart off your chest and sell to whoever paid more. strangers trembled at the mention; lower-ranks marines were advised to not engage. law was but a monstrous criminal to most, a force to be reckoned with. to his crewmates, he lost partial sharpness, for he was but cap — strict, strategical, cunning, with a preference for solitude more often than not ignored by said boisterous subordinates. to you, he was law. a passionate, yet cold, individual — as though white flame. wielder of neutral facade that hid a habit of collecting coins; an excitement over illustrated, super-hero stories. zelous glances; fleeting brushes of fingers. love explicit through palid eyes, the mirror to his soul with your name all but engraved on it.

a commonly chosen adjective, agreed regardless of those who spoke, was that trafalgar law was thoroughly unlucky. which had been shown a fair amount of times through his journey at sea, one of them right in that instance.

it was supposed to be a common, brief, re-stocking period. when considering the increasing bounty on his head, law being the one assigned to stay-at-ship, caring for it rather than venturing through the streets, was understandable — advisable, even. whenever the captain was in need of particulars, he’d write it down and entrust you with the task of buying it all for a fair price. bepo acted as both a companion and an escort, and said routine had been settled for such a prolonged period that neither of you had expected law to leave later on that day. as capable as he was, captains had first-mates for a reason, and as a result of his stubborn nature, law suffered a combined attack from the kingdom’s security force, which culminated in his capture altogether.

the promise of the marines’ arrival had the crew on edge, desperately seeking for a route to the palace’s dungeon, yet finding none. the solution, however, fell from the skies — or rather you had thrown yourself in its arms. a naive prince, wielder of a bleeding heart and with quite a haste to fall in love. it had taken neither effort nor time to sway him off his feet, a golden crown wrapped around your criminal-esque finger. the man had taken you for a sweet commoner, enlightened at the idea of meeting one who was not royal, and after proper wording you had him at your feet within the midday.

you were showered in jewelry; poems; promises. he demanded a song to be written in your honor and defended you to whoever dared meddle. by the end of the afternoon, you had managed to successfully convince him to escort you to the dungeons — oh, my brave knight! —, for you were ever-so-curious to see the terrible surgeon of death, chained and set to execution. the prince had no time to react — too busy bragging — when you knocked both him and the guard off, stealing the keys and freeing your lover within the second.

law was revolted at your recklessness, yet curious as to how you had managed to get an audience in the dungeon. regardless, the flame of rage dimmed down into an endless, dark pit of hatred when the pair of you managed to escape and run towards the polar tang ashore. as it seemed, you were far too successful in your seducing, for now the guards followed-in-suit, shouting at each other and informing that the surgeon of death kidnapped the prince’s bride. to make matters worse, a celebratory festival was arranged and thrown, exploding fireworks announcing the incoming marriage.

law grew quieter; deadlier. he sliced whichever guard dared to come in between the route of your escape, and once the tang, at last, submerged, he was in such a mood that no crewmate had enough courage to approach him, rather focusing on the urgent task of fleeing. you weren’t given the privilege of shying away from his wrath, for a room, followed-in-suit by a shambles, had you locked in his chambers the second thereafter.

he scanned your figure, face contorting in both disgust and non-contained possessiveness. you were adorned in gold from head-to-toe, courtesy of the prince. the silken dress you wore, expensive and brand new. law prided himself in the jumpsuits the others’ wore — chest embroidered with the symbol of his crew, a lingering reminder to the external that their loyalty laid with him. yet, with you — his lover —, said jumpsuit had him growing twice as territorial; twice as prideful. he used to smirk at the thought of lustful men and women alike, cowering at the sight of the symbol you proudly displayed, retreating in fear for they knew you were his. his to protect; to adore; to touch. not the bride of a prince so incompetent he could neither sway a sword nor differentiate west from east. not a queen, but a pirate — his pirate.

at last, however, law had grown envious. the submarine’s temperature was erratic, oftentimes freezing, yet prone to insufferable warmth, depending on the sea’s conditions. those jumpsuits, although unfashionable, unflattering, had a purpose — to guarantee the comfort and safety of his crew. you feigned indifference, but he never once missed your lingering glance at the outfits worn by the straw-hat’s crew during the alliance. you, too, wished for that, and the context of being a heart pirate did not allow it. there you stood, wearing a dress gifted by another man, shining with the jewelry of his family. it made law’s entire being flare with revolt, and as if that hadn’t been enough, the scent of that prince was smeared all over your skin, causing his own to itch. treacherous thoughts a haze of unwanted images, the sight of that man hugging your shoulders; hunched over you; breath fanning over your face.

perhaps that had been the price to pay for his request for discretion; for the desperate — and unnecessary — grip he had on his privacy. your skin was unmarked, untraced. he never dared bite, never thought useful to apply perfume. no wonder that royal blood believed you free for the taking. law would need to fix that.

if he were a decent man, he would have spared the time to appreciate your efforts; to thank you for going through such lengths to save his life. yet law had not an ounce of gratitude to spare, for he cared more for the claim of your life than for the maintenance of his own.

“did you have fun?” he inquired, drawing pleasure from your wariness, shrinking as though a cornered prey. law grimaced at his approach, bitter as the prince’s perfume invaded his nostrils. “was it enjoyable being pampered while i rotted in a cell?”

your eyes widened, lips parted in shock. “of course not! i was worried sick—”

“don’t interrupt me,” law snapped, struggling to control his breathing.

it was unusual for him to behave in such an angered state, logic thrown aside for the sake of raw emotion. he was not an untamed beast of uncontrollable impulses; he was the patient feline who sent his prey to the edge of despair before offering them the sweet reprieve of death. law was not some half-assed hound who pounded without appreciating what had been given; he was not the damned eustass kid. yet, perhaps the bastard had a point — not that law would ever admit that out loud.

law kicked the small trash can straight into your feet, his eyes boring into yours. “throw it away.”

your fingers wrapped themselves around the clasp of the necklace you wore, and he clicked his tongue in annoyance, gripping the cleavage of your dress. “this one first.”

you complied, scanning him through worried eyes. law drowned in the sight of silk slipping from your shoulders to the ground, fluid fabric wavering in its descent as though a cascate of liquid, pale fire. law hated it. once he was done with you, he’d set that dress aflame with not a care for the stench whatsoever. you hunched over to grab the silk and throw it in the trash as has been instructed, yet law placed a firm hand on the crown of your head when you began to rise to your feet, forcing your knees to meet the ground.

you looked at him through your eyelashes, and his cock all but throbbed at the sight. “law—”

“why are you still with those jewels on? i told you to take it off,” he interrupted, tethering his glance to your cleavage. the lingerie set had not been altered — lacy, beige — one he had gifted to you. your hand went to the bracelet at your wrist, concentrated eyes glued to the piece. “who told you to stop looking at me?”

you shivered, careful when returning your gaze up to his face. the golden band fell onto the can, the round, diamond encrusted earrings following-in-suit. your fingers struggled with the clasp of the necklace, and law grunted with delight at the sight, aroused by your frustration. the star pendant fell into your cleavage, and had it been gifted by him, law would have commanded you to retrieve it with your teeth. but there mere thought of you doing it so in that instance had him seething.

“hurry up,” he barked, revolted with his own thoughts. you were swift — borderline desperate — in the act, throwing it out with a willingness that had him grunting in approval. “on your feet.”

despite having emerged to your full height, you shrunk under the pressure of his gaze, hugging your frame with uncertainty. law wanted to caress your cheek and spread your arms; scold you for depriving him of the sight of your breasts and abdomen, while comforting you on his desire altogether. yet, the scent lingered as though the remnant of a pest on one’s skin. law refused to give in to the urges to ravage you; to touch you as your gleaming eyes begged him to. but you would not leave without a lesson learned.

law teleported the pair of you to the bathroom, pointing towards the shower. “turn it on and stand underneath it.”

a cascade of water was bestowed upon you, soaking the fabric of your lingerie until it left nothing to the imagination. two minutes were required for it to heat up, yet law had no mercy whatsoever, forcing you to withstand the freezing liquid as he stood steps further, stripping himself without haste. vapor swirled around the room, covering inches of your flesh. your trembling stopped, and though law approached with his body bare, cock slapped against his stomach, you remained with the lingerie, for he hadn’t — and wouldn’t — order you to remove it. that had been his gift to you, and law would fuck you numb in it.

his tattooed hand closed around your neck, not quite squeezing it, yet. your head was angled as in a way to have your eyes glued to his own. “where were you touched?”

“waist,” you mumbled, ashamed. “sometimes he hugged my shoulders, too, but he’d rather have his hand on my waist.”

his pupils dilated, tempers rising. you gasped at the strength of his grip, wasting your reserve of air in a single act. law felt the wild pulse of your pressure point, crescent pace beating against the palm of his hand. underneath bone and flesh and muscle, caged amidst ribs, rested a heart whose surface that prince hadn’t touched, for that inch of you was his. every breath you took, every contraction of your heart, belonged to him. those wide, lust-coated eyes were his, as were the hardened nipples, trembling legs and awaiting lips.

law smashed his mouth against yours, more an act of violence than a kiss itself. his teeth dug into flesh, drawing blood from your lower lip, allowing it to drip down your chin. law hummed to himself at the sight, before he pushed you against the wall, ignoring the echo of your head meeting the ceramic. his canines were dragged on your shoulders, nose buried in. he hummed half-approvingly, for the water had expelled the most prominent aspects of the insufferable perfume — not nearly enough. law bit on every inch of your shoulder, steel grip unmoving on your throat, with not a care for your lack of air in your lungs. if you fell unconscious, the shower and his cock would eventually bring you back.

crystalline water merged with specks of dripping blood, soothing tongue licking your fresh wounds. law pressed himself against you, rolling his hips in order to be granted an ounce of friction. your eyes were rolled, maimed waist bearing the marks of his fingers. the grip on your neck loosened, for you could neither moan nor beg without proper breathing.

the white of his smile was tainted crimson when he smirked at you, digging his nails into your waist. “were you enjoying his attention? the festival had beautiful fireworks, wouldn’t you agree?”

his taunts fell on deaf ears. your eyes were filled with tears that dared not fall, your voice rough. the golden collar wrapped around your throat had been replaced by the mark of his fingers.

“i don’t know,” you croaked out, hissing ever-so-slightly at the wound left on your lower lip. “i was staring at you the whole time.”

his anger faltered ever-so-slightly, cock twitching at the confession. for an instance, the bathroom was filled with nothing but the steady sound of the shower and your shallow breathing. until law pressed his mouth against yours with enough strength to have your head hitting the wall behind yet again, clashing teeth; tongue forcing itself inside. he swallowed your mewl, grunting as his shaft pressed itself against you; rutting hips, dragging the tip around the slick flesh.

“law, please,” you begged, choking on your words. sadistic bastard of considerable strength. he stole the air off your lungs, yet demanded you to speak. words but a meek plea, strained and pathetic. “fuck me, please.”

“who do you belong to?” he demanded, teasing your entrance with his leaking tip.

“you,” he dug his teeth into your shoulders, squeezing your neck. his eyes spoke when words failed him; narrowed slits demanding for more. “i’m yours, yours!”

he grunted, shoving his cock inside. law increased the pressure on your neck, muffled moans sending vibrations through your skin as he slid in — base to the tip; balls slapping your ass. his tip assaulted your g-spot, hardened nipples sliding onto his chest. the angle itself was odd; challenging. your back slipped, and your legs wrapped themselves around his waist, offering him a better angle and chance to support your weight. you let out a strangled, desperate moan when his tip forced itself deeper, a ruthless pace that gave neither of you enough time to form a coherent thought.

law retreated from your shoulder in order to catch a glimpse of your face. water had united some of your eyelashes; your lips were swollen where he bit it; your eyes were facing a losing battle against consciousness. he had never seen a prettier sight.

your legs trembled, muted sounds pointing out to the approach of your bliss. law threw his head back to witness it in its full glory, snapping his hips with particular strength, holding a moan at the sensation of your walls — tightening; caging him. when you came, spurs of white smeared the pool of water underneath, law picked up his pace, torturing your abused cunt as he selfishly seeked out his own bliss.

law was a doctor. he did not fall into the spectrum of irresponsible individuals who thought themselves acquitted to the effects of unprotected sex. he had a fair stash of condoms well-hidden and set for usage, and if he ever were to run out of it, either your stomach, tits or face were chosen to be smeared with his cum. however, after the previous demonstration of desire from another, law grew territorial. his cock was yet sheltered within your walls when he reached his high, smearing your insides with his essence and grunting in the process of it all — knowing that you were his; that it was your tight, demanding cunt who milked him dry. his hand raised from your throat to caress your cheeks with an affection at odds with his past behavior.

you were soaked; exhausted. with his load lodged inside, traces of his teeth on your maimed shoulder. you would be sore in the morning, and the collar of his fingers would linger for at least a week. not the bride of a prince — rather the treasure of a pirate.

— 🐈‍⬛ : i should NOT be allowed to write this man. happy kinktober friday!

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darlingvernon · 2 years ago

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always been you [M] | yoon jeonghan.

Author: darlingvernon

Pairing: yoon jeonghan x fem reader

Genre: royalty au, arranged marriage au, smut

Rating: 18+

Warnings: explicit sexual content, unprotected sex

Word Count: 10,521

Summary: you promised yourself that you wouldn’t fall in love but jeonghan just had to go ahead and ruin everything

Author’s Note: this is my piece for the @svthub collab: Pink Eros. i’d written it differently to the way i usually write due to the concept and i'm sorry it's so long lol. please make sure you check out the other works in the collab and support my fellow writers as well! please let me know your thoughts and i hope you guys enjoy!

You were six years old when the Duke, your father, told you that you were engaged to the Crown Prince.

Back then, you had no idea what it all meant. But, being the obedient daughter that you were, the words ‘Yes, Father’ came out of your own mouth with no hesitation. That was when your whole life changed.

Almost immediately, your etiquette, history and dancing lessons increased, especially when compared to your older brother Joshua who was also taking advanced lessons as heir to the Kidrey Duchy. On top of that, you also had to learn various other subjects that would shape you to be the Crown Princess and future Empress, the Empire required.

Gone were the days when you sat back and enjoyed being a regular noble six year old and you didn’t even have the time to say goodbye.

A year later, you met Jeonghan.

On your seventh birthday, you and the Duke went on a week-long journey to Lombardi, the Capital of the Attacca Empire. As soon as you arrived, your presence was summoned by the Emperor, who had wished to greet his future daughter-in-law himself.

Your eyes were glued to the floor as you stood beside your father in front of the Emperor. To others, it would’ve seemed that you were greatly intimidated by the presence of His Majesty, which was true to some degree, since you were busy trying to remember whether you should bow, curtsey or do a mixture of both.

However, to the boy who sat next to His Majesty, it appeared that you were far more interested in the tiles that adorned the Great Hall than him. Speaking from experience, the other girls usually stared at him and giggled to themselves, mumbling about how good looking he was. The fact that you were acting differently had his curiosity piqued.

“Lady _____, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you,” His Majesty greeted and you managed to finally look up at him, thanks to your father’s reassuring hand that was on your back. “Blessings to you on your birthday. As a gift, I’d like to present my son, Crown Prince Jeonghan, who’ll be your playmate and fiancé.”

You finally noticed the boy who was sitting next to the Emperor when he stood. Despite being the same age as you, he was much taller. His jet black hair made his porcelain skin stand out and his clothing made his build deceivingly lean.

When your eyes met, there were no sparks, no butterflies fluttering in your belly like in the novels your nanny used to read to you. Though there was fire in his eyes as he continued to stare, you continued to feel nothing.

That same day, you decided that you would never fall in love with Jeonghan.

Since the Kidrey Duchy was a fair distance away from Lombardi, it was decided by His Majesty that Jeonghan would spend every summer at the Duchy, so that you were both able to fulfill your duties as playmates. Every summer, the only times you ever saw each other were during his arrival and during meal times. Even then, words were barely exchanged between you. Jeonghan spent most of his stay studying and sparring with Joshua and if people didn’t know any better, they would have thought that your brother was His Highness’ playmate instead.

Summer after summer passed by with no incidents and no changes to your relationship, until you turned fifteen and were making preparations to debut into high society.

It was your typical afternoon, nose buried in a book in the library when Tia, your personal maid, came and informed you that Jeonghan had invited you for some tea in the garden. With no good excuse to turn him down, you made your way to join him.

As you walked, you wondered what possessed the Crown Prince to invite you to tea but came to no conclusion. You thought the whole thing was rather strange, especially when he dismissed the guards and maids as soon as they poured your tea.

“Thank you for joining me, _____,” Jeonghan spoke first and the lack of formality took you by surprise, delaying your answer.

“Thank you for inviting me, Your Highness,” you replied after composing yourself.

Jeonghan grimaced, “Please just call me Jeonghan.”

“Your Highness, I could never—”

“At least, while we’re in private. Please,” Jeonghan requested, firmly.

You sat back and took the time to consider his request. Based on the look of determination on his face, it didn’t seem like he would have changed his mind. “I can do that,” you acquiesced, and decided to drop the formality altogether. “So, Jeonghan. Is there a reason we’re having tea at the moment? We haven’t really spoken to each other at all, ever.”

To his credit, Jeonghan didn’t bat an eye. “Father has requested that I escort you to the debutante ball,” he revealed.

With a sigh, you reached for your cup and brought it to your lips. After taking a sip, you realised it was chamomile tea, your favourite. Was this pure coincidence or did he happen to know?

“Of course, he did,” you replied eventually. “I suppose that I don’t have a choice in the matter?”

“I’m afraid not,” Jeonghan answered and you didn’t miss the way his jaw tensed. “Did you have somebody else in mind?”

“Only my brother,” you shrugged. “I didn’t want any unwanted attention or any targets on my back, which is now no longer the case. I didn’t think His Majesty wanted our engagement to be known yet?”

Jeonghan grabbed his fork and stabbed the opera cake in front of him, taking a small piece to taste. “That would be correct,” he confirmed. “The gesture won’t be revealing our engagement or placing a target on your back. You are the only daughter from the Heads of the Founding Families, it’s only right that I escort you.”

You couldn’t argue with that fact. It wasn’t unheard of from any Empire for the Crown Prince to escort a daughter from a Ducal Family. As you thought about the debutante ball, another problem reared its ugly head. “Jeonghan, you leave tomorrow,” you pointed out.

“I do.”

“How long have you known that you were going to be my partner?”

From the look on Jeonghan’s face, he expected this. “Before I left Lombardi,” he answered nonchalantly.

To say you were irritated was an understatement, but due to the fact that you were in front of the Crown Prince, you had no choice but to keep your composure. “But, you only told me today?” You laughed, humourlessly. “For what purpose—”

“I just felt like it.” Jeonghan shrugged and a smirk plastered itself on his beautifully annoying face.

Would you have been hung for treason for socking him right in the mouth even though he was your future husband?

Jeonghan could have sat there and watched you grow indignant all day. It far was better than the usual emotionless face you showed him every day. He knew you would make him pay for it later but he didn’t know how else to approach the fact that neither of you had spoken properly in all those years you had known each other and it was starting to frustrate him.

Negative thoughts and insecurities festered in his head since the day you met and nothing had satisfied his growing curiosity. He was running out of options and he wanted to at least try and get to know you before your impending nuptials. Resigned to the fact that he had to marry somebody who wasn’t of his own choosing, he’d be damned if he had to marry somebody who was a complete stranger to him.

It was impossible to run the Empire efficiently in that sense, let alone growing old together and spending the rest of your lives together.

“I didn’t mean to displease you,” Jeonghan said, and it finally got you out of your head. “Forgive me, I was only trying to knock down two birds with one stone.”

The revelation surprised you once more and you weren’t sure how many more you could have taken that day. “What was the other issue that you were concerned about?” you queried.

Jeonghan leant forward and placed both arms on the table. “We don’t converse with each other much” —he raised a brow when you were about to question him— “or at all for that matter and that is a problem. For our future and for the Empire.”

Whatever retort you had in mind came up short and you gestured for him to continue.

“We can correspond through letters,” he explained. “You can write to me once you’ve chosen your dress so that I can make sure that we match and after that, you can write about whatever you want. I don’t care if you write about every mundane thing you do. You can even write to me all the swear words and curses currently circling in your head.”

The giggle was out of your lips before you could stop it and in return, you received the view of Jeonghan’s bright smile. “I hope you won’t regret that,” you conceded. He brought up great issues to be considered and admittedly, these concerns were not new to you as they plagued you as well. “However, what are we going to do about the first dance?”

“That’s not a problem,” Jeonghan assured you. “I’ve seen you dance after all.”

“I beg your pardon—”

“Besides” —he interrupted and hoped that you’d forget about his slip— “I’m a Prince. I’ll be able to lead perfectly even if you have two left feet.”

“I do not—”

Jeonghan’s laugh echoed in the gardens and it finally dawned on you that he was just teasing. You forgave him only because he allowed you to stomp on his foot once during the dance.

And that was how your friendship blossomed.

You were eighteen when you broke your promise.

It was rather unusual for Jeonghan to be at the Kidrey Duchy during autumn and more so with such a sombre expression on his face as he stood next to you, especially after the way you both grew increasingly close to each other. But, it didn’t compare to how you looked and felt beside him.

It had only been a week since he heard the news of the Duke and Duchess’ passing and he had arrived as soon as possible. So, your hollowed eyes and sunken cheeks were a devastating shock to him. Even your brother fell to his knees and shed tears next to you as they lowered the caskets into the graves but you continued to remain stoic, showing your strength which allowed your brother a moment of weakness.

Jeonghan almost believed that you were coping rather well, but his fears were soon realised when he saw how your hand trembled as you picked up the shovel, dirt spilling from the way you shook and barely made it to the grave. As he waited for you to stand next to him once more, he tried to think of a way that he could have eased your pain.

Once Joshua gathered himself, Jeonghan took his chance and offered you his hand. A look of confusion flashed on your face and when you turned to look at your brother, he nodded in consent. Jeonghan pleaded with you until you finally took his hand and allowed him to lead you away.

You weren’t sure where he was taking you but it seemed to be the left annex of the manor where he usually stayed during his visits. Without question, you followed him until he led you into the drawing room and pulled you in with him.

“Seungcheol and Mingyu, stay out here and stand at least ten metres from this door,” Jeonghan instructed. “You do not hear whatever sound will come from this room. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Your Highness.” The guards bowed and obeyed his directions.

Jeonghan then led you into the centre of the room and you searched his face for an explanation. He took your hands into his, rubbed his thumb across your skin in a soothing manner and said, “I can’t even begin to understand the pain that you’re going through, but it’s just you and me in this room. It’s just you and me in this building. So, go ahead and release the grief that you’re keeping at bay. No one here will think of you as weak. Cry. Scream. Hit me if it helps. Just… don’t keep it inside you like this.”

At a loss for words, all you did was gaze at your joined hands.

“If it helps, I won’t even look at you,” he implored and closed his eyes. “I can even turn around,” he declared and did as he said. When he still couldn’t feel any movement from you, he grew even more desperate. “Look, I’ll leave. I’ll stand with the guards and let you be if you don’t want to appear weak in front of me. I’ll be on my way.”

Jeonghan barely took a step before you grabbed his wrist with both of your hands like your life depended on it. “Don’t you dare look at me,” you begged, voice filled with agony as tears spilled from the corner of your eyes. There was no stopping now that your grief had breached the surface and you hung tighter onto him as your legs gave way.

“It’s a promise,” he assured you, clutching your hands with his free hand.

“Don’t even bother trying to hear me!” you cried hysterically. Jeonghan repeatedly reassured you as your screams echoed through the room.

He didn’t know how much time had passed but eventually you finally stopped crying. When he turned to face you, his heart broke to see you filled with so much anguish. Jeonghan swore then that he would never allow anything to hurt you like this ever again.

“Jeonghan, I’m tired,” you croaked out. “I want to retire to my room, but I can’t seem to move.”

“Forgive me,” he bowed and gathered you into his arms. “I will take you back.”

“I don’t want anyone to see,” you whined like a child, but that was the least of your worries. You didn’t want to appear weak, especially in front of your brother who needed you the most.

“I understand,” Jeonghan nodded and called for his guards. He instructed them to clear the path and asked them to make sure that your brother would be otherwise preoccupied. “I have handled it. All you need to do is close your eyes and hold on to me.”

Far too tired to argue or come up with a retort, you permitted him to accompany you back to your quarters and thanked him for his efforts.

As the days passed, Jeonghan continued to look after you and in no time at all, the air between you had changed once more. Certainly on your end. Conversations flowed freely, even in person and the fluttering butterflies and sparks that had been lacking previously, suddenly appeared.

It was then that you realised that you had fallen in love with Jeonghan.

At first, you tried to deny it. There was no way your feelings had changed so suddenly. But, had it really been that sudden? It was a fact that you started to see him differently once you started to exchange letters, finding him far more interesting after you took the time to get to know him, and since actions spoke louder than words, it should have been no surprise that he eventually carved his presence into your heart.

After you became aware of your feelings, there was no escaping Jeonghan. His presence plagued you day and night, especially since he decided to stay another month to help prepare for Joshua’s succession to the Dukedom. It was starting to drive you mad, keeping your feelings to yourself, so you made the decision to let Jeonghan know how you felt about him.

That was, until you found out how he felt about you first.

It was the day before Joshua’s succession ceremony and you were on your way to see your brother in his office when you overheard their conversation from outside the door.

“I see you and _____ have become rather close lately,” Joshua stated, a teasing tone to his voice.

“Yeah, you could say that,” Jeonghan laughed a little.

“Have you grown fond of her?” your brother asked and you knew what he meant by his question. With bated breath and heart beating hard in your chest, you leaned closer to the door to hear Jeonghan’s answer.

“You know that I am bound to her by duty,” Jeonghan sighed and continued to speak some more but you could no longer hear what else he was saying. All you heard and felt was your heart shattering into pieces and you couldn’t stand to be there anymore, running all the way back to your room as tears streamed down your face.

You were such a fool for falling in love with him when it wasn’t love that intertwined him with you. Once you were all cried out, you cast your love for him out of your heart and left it hollow as you pieced its parts back together.

That day, you swore that Jeonghan would never be in your heart ever again.

Jeonghan is no fool.

As Crown Prince, he’s knowledgeable when it comes to all important matters concerning the Empire. But, when it concerns the matters of the heart, it seems that he still has a lot to learn.

This is blatantly obvious when it concerns you.

Jeonghan knows that something has changed in his relationship with you, especially if your one sentence replies to his letters are anything to go by. He could write anything between a page to ten pages long about various subjects, but your reply is always the same.

Everything is going well, Crown Prince Jeonghan.

Based on that sentence alone, Jeonghan comes to two conclusions:

You are a terrible liar

Something is definitely amiss

He sits back on his desk, mountains of paperwork long forgotten as he rubs his temple in frustration. The dread and worry within him continues to grow, not just because of the impending engagement announcement scheduled in a couple of days but more so because of his feelings for you.

Sighing, Jeonghan tries to recall when your attitude and behaviour towards him began to change, deducing that it was the day before your brother Joshua inherited the Dukedom and after the conversation Jeonghan had with him.

“I see you and _____ have become rather close lately,” Joshua stated, a teasing tone to his voice.

“Yeah, you could say that,” Jeonghan laughed a little.

“Have you grown fond of her?” Joshua asked, seriously this time.

“You know that I am bound to her by duty,” Jeonghan sighed.

“And is it still just duty that binds you to her?”

“You’re insufferable and I would’ve hung you if you weren’t my friend,” Jeonghan replied playfully. “Fine, I admit it. I have grown rather fond of her. It’s not like I could help it. She…”

Suddenly, a memory of the faint smell of your perfume from right outside Joshua’s office comes to the forefront of his mind and everything starts to become clear.

You overheard him.

There is no other explanation that comes close to this. Though he’s found the catalyst for the change, Jeonghan still doesn’t understand why you’re reacting the way that you are. Is it because you only heard part of the conversation and had been upset about it? Or is it because you heard everything he had to say and decided to distance yourself since you didn’t return his feelings?

Whatever the case is, though he hopes it isn’t the latter, he has no time to sit around fiddling his thumbs and wallowing in sorrow. With so little time left before the engagement announcement, Jeonghan needs to make amends and work things through with you, before your relationship becomes broken beyond repair.

With that in mind, he summons his butler and organises some gifts to be sent to the Lombardi Estate where you’re currently staying, even though he knows it will be futile since you are someone who is not so easily swayed by such gestures. But, he hopes to at least get a different reaction than the one you’ve been giving him, preferring your anger over your indifference.

Jeonghan isn’t surprised to see the gifts returned back to the Palace a few hours later. However, he is surprised to see Duke Joshua waiting there for him.

“Did _____ send you to have a word with me?” Jeonghan sighs as he pours a drink for the both of them in the drawing room.

“No, though she did say that she doesn’t require this grand gesture and assured that she’ll be performing her duty well,” Joshua snickers before quickly settling down when Jeonghan narrows his eyes at him. “Don’t look at me like that, I’m here with a solution.”

“Admittedly, I’m willing to try anything at this point,” Jeonghan grumbles.

“Take her out to the Valentine's Festival tomorrow.”

“Will that really work?”

Joshua shrugs, “You know what they say, it’s a magical time and Eros always blesses the celebrants with love.”

Jeonghan doubts his chances. “I don’t know if that’s possible for either of us.”

“What have you got to lose?” Joshua challenges, clapping his friend on the shoulder. “I know my sister. Take her to the Festival and it’ll all work out.”

During breakfast the next day, your brother Joshua drops a letter beside you before he excuses himself from the Dining Hall. The Red Imperial Seal on it lets you know that it’s a letter from Jeonghan. Every fibre of your being wants to ignore it and rip it into shreds but you can’t seem to do it.

With only a day left before your engagement announcement at the Imperial Banquet, it could contain something important, so you open it reluctantly.

Dearest _____,

I would be honoured if you would accompany me tonight to experience what the Valentine’s Festival has to offer.

If you are so inclined, I have sent some commoners’ clothing to serve as a disguise and I will be waiting for you at the entrance of your Estate as soon as the sun sets.

Don’t worry, I have permission from the Duke.

Yours, Jeonghan.

With a sigh, you place the letter back on the table and reach for your cup of tea. Placing it on your lips, you take a sip and let the disappointment of the peppermint set in. You haven’t been able to drink chamomile for awhile now as it reminds you of bitter memories with Jeonghan.

As you lower the cup back on the table, you try to come up with a dozen excuses to decline him but find yourself unable to do so. His invitation is far too tempting, especially since you’ve always been curious about the Valentine’s Festival.

The Valentine’s Festival is an annual celebration held for Eros, the God of love, and is one of the most popular and grand events in the Attaca Empire.

Streets in the Capital are lined up with various stalls filled with food, jewellery and other merchandise, and the inns and boutiques are filled to the brim. There are dancers, magicians, actors and singers on almost every corner of the Square and the city is alive for most of the day and well into night. It’s easily the busiest and most profitable event in the Empire, lasting a whole week and ending with a banquet hosted by the Imperial Family.

Nobles and Commoners from all over the Empire converge in Lombardi to see what the Festival has to offer and hope to leave with their hearts full; it is a celebration of love after all.

You’ve never felt that there was a point in you partaking in the festivities and celebrating love since you’ve been betrothed to Jeonghan since before you were even born. Duty is the reason you’re bound to spend the rest of your lives together and not the other four letter word everybody else yearns for. Just like he said all those months ago.

Despite all your efforts, you haven’t been able to forget your feelings for him. Every time you read his letters, your affection for him grows and you can never throw them away, no matter how hard you try. And despite your efforts, Jeonghan refuses to give up, not allowing you to stray far away from him.

Why is he doing this? Is this really all just because of his duty? Is there really no way that his heart beats for you like yours does for him?

He confuses you to no end and you don’t know if this is something you can live with as long as you’re with him. You have to know how Jeonghan really feels and in doing so, you hope that your heart will finally be at peace. Grabbing the pen and paper that Tia had prepared, you write your reply and agree to meet him.

“Thank you for meeting me,” Jeonghan greets you once you’re within his reach.

Dressed in nothing but a pair of black trousers and matching black button down shirt, his top two buttons are undone and his sleeves are rolled up to reveal veins that run from his arm down to his hand. With his hair slicked back, you think it’s rather unfair how dashing he looks in these plain clothes.

Compared to Jeonghan, you’re wearing a red floor length summer dress, short sleeves sitting just below your shoulders and white flowers adorning the whole fabric.

“I honestly didn’t think you’d come,” he says, tearing his gaze away from your exposed collarbone. “Also, you look beautiful.”

“Thank you. Honestly, I didn’t think I would come either,” you admit with a small smile. “But, the offer of seeing the Valentine’s Festival is far too tempting. Is it just us two or will there be guards with us?”

Stepping closer, Jeonghan offers to hoist you up on the horse and he’s thankful that you don’t decline him. “The guards will be watching from afar,” he answers as he settles you on the horse. “They won’t come unless I call them so it will be mostly just us. I didn’t want to attract any attention to us so we can enjoy everything freely.”

“Jeonghan, you could be wearing rags and the people will still recognise the Crown Prince,” you scoff. Only a blind person wouldn’t see and know who he is, with his perfect handsome face.

“That won’t be the case,” he assures you as he mounts the same horse and seats himself behind you. Pointing to the ring on his right pinky finger, he explains further, “Jihoon imbued some magic in here that helps disguise my face. Only you can see me as I am.”

“The Royal Mage?”

“That’s him.”

“Do you think he can give me one as well?” you ask as calmly as you can, considering your proximity as Jeonghan starts the horse on a light trot. He’s sitting so close that you can feel his breath against your hair.

Jeonghan slightly tightens his arms around you, on the guise of making sure you don’t fall off, even though he truly just wants to be closer to you. “I’ve already asked him to put some spells on the engagement ring I’ll be giving to you tomorrow,” he answers, slightly flinching at the word engagement as he doesn’t know of your feelings yet. “I can ask him for something else if you wish?”

“No, the ring is fine,” you reply, trying to hide your hurt from feeling him flinch against you. The night is off to a terrible start but you promised that you would try to enjoy yourself at the very least, so you push yourself to move on. “So, what exactly will we be doing at the Festival?”

With a sigh, Jeonghan collects himself. The night is only beginning and he won’t lose hope just yet. “There’s lots of shows and dances for us to see along with the fireworks,” he reveals. Smiling, he adds, “We’ll also do lots of eating of course.”

You can’t help but laugh then and if you turn your head slightly, you would’ve seen the relief on Jeonghan’s face. “Well, now you’re speaking my language,” you state, covering your mouth with your hand as you giggle. “Let’s get moving then. There’s no time to waste.”

Bending slightly, Jeonghan whispers in your ear, “Yes, dear.”

The term of endearment takes you by surprise and you have to stop yourself from turning to look at him, not wanting to reveal how much it affects you. You need not bother really because Jeonghan clearly sees the way your hands cup your heating cheeks in an attempt to cool them and he has to spend the whole journey to the town square stopping himself from kissing your adorable face.

It isn’t long until you reach the Capital, the trip feeling shorter than you thought due to the conversation freely flowing just like it used to. Laughs and banters were shared and not a hint of awkwardness was found.

Leaving the horse in an alley, Jeonghan takes you by the hand and leads you around the Festival. Like a seasoned veteran, he takes you around from stall to stall, seeing what the merchants have to offer, before finding you both a seat at the small outdoor theatre where a play is about to begin.

“I didn’t think you’d know your way around,” you mention before taking a bite from the skewer he bought. “Am I correct in saying that you’ve done this before?”

Jeonghan swallows his food and answers, “You’d be correct. I’ve been out and about once or twice before.”

Biting your lip, you decide to test the waters. “Accompanying other ladies, I presume?” you ask.

“You are the first,” Jeonghan clarifies quickly. “I haven’t taken anyone else, nor do I plan to take anybody else but you.”

You accept his answer with a small smile and turn your attention to the commencing performance.

Try as he might, Jeonghan cannot look away from you even if he wanted to, finding you far more captivating than the play. He watches the way your eyes sparkle and the way your smile grows in wonder, etching it in his memory in the off chance that the misunderstanding between you doesn’t get resolved.

When the play finishes, you applaud and join the audience in a standing ovation, telling Jeonghan how great the play was and all of your thoughts about it. He doesn’t have a single clue what you’re talking about since he saw none of it but he listens intently, smiling at how passionate you are about it.

Suddenly, a group of musicians make their way onto the stage and the previous performers work to remove the wooden crates that were used as seats, turning a portion of the Square onto a dance floor. Not wanting to waste the opportunity he’s been given, Jeonghan bows in front of you and offers his hand.

“May I have this dance, my lady?”

“Jeonghan,” you whisper so that the crowd doesn’t hear. “It isn’t that I don’t want to dance with you, but I don’t know how to do this kind of dance.”

“I don’t see that as a problem since I can lead you,” Jeonghan assures you.

Reluctantly, you give him your hand which he gladly accepts. “I believe you said that you hadn’t taken a lady here before,” you state, pout growing as he snickers at your miniature tantrum. “How is it that you know this dance then?”

Holding your right hand tightly with his left hand, he places your other hand on his shoulder and rests his free hand on your lower back. “I learnt through watching,” Jeonghan smirks and gently ushers you closer to him until there’s no space left between your bodies. “Besides, I’m the Crown Prince, I can do anything.”

“Including making a fool out of me, I bet.”

“Sweetheart, that would be impossible,” Jeonghan utters and just as you open your mouth to try and say something, the music starts and he begins to lead you.

The dance seems simple enough so far, starting off with the basic steps of the waltz which you’re thankful for, as Jeonghan’s close proximity continues to distract you. “Why do you do that?” you query, your burning curiosity getting the better of you.

To your chagrin, Jeonghan feigns innocence. “I’m afraid I don’t have the slightest idea what it is you are referring to, my darling.”

“That! It is exactly that! Why do you use every form of endearment and not call me by name?”

“We agreed to only do so in private,” Jeonghan teasingly reminds you. “On top of that, I quite enjoy” —his hands travel to your waist and lifts you into the air— “seeing the way you look so flustered.”

At this revelation, he gets a perfect view of your gaping mouth before he has to lift you in the air again.

“I knew it,” you scoff upon your soft landing, thanks to Jeonghan’s sturdy hands. “Two can play this game, you know.”

“Oh, you think so?” Jeonghan challenges as he signals that another lift is coming.

“I do, my love,” you reply coyly just as he lifts you again, and you can tell that you’ve caught him off guard from the way his hands slip slightly, almost dropping you. “Honey, you almost dropped me,” you scold, playfully smacking him on the chest once you’re safely back on your own two feet.

“The fault is yours for surprising me,” Jeonghan mutters, biting back the smile threatening to take over his face.

Guiding you to stand beside him and turning you to face the opposite direction he is, Jeonghan places his arm in front of you to hold your hip that’s furthest from him and you mirror his motion, allowing him to turn you both in a circular motion.

“I didn’t think anything could surprise you, dear,” you tease, feeling his hand tighten on your hip.

“Admittedly, I didn’t think so either,” Jeonghan grumbles, slightly pushing at your hip so you can both change the direction you’re facing. “At least until I met you.”

You’re about to respond when Jeonghan turns you again and you find yourself facing another gentleman. It seems the dance includes a change in partner ever so often until you arrive back at your original partner. It’s unfair of him to say such a thing just before he hands you off, further confusing you and igniting the feelings you have for him once more.

Taking a chance to look at him, you find him staring back at you. His new dance partner is speaking with him and he seems to be conversing with her but his gaze on you is unwavering and you are trapped in his spell. Unable to look away even if you wanted to and even if you have to because of the steps of the dance, your eyes find him again and again through the crowd, feeling even closer to him despite the distance.

And when the dance finally comes to a close, you end up back in his arms like you were always meant to be there. Like Jeonghan was always the one meant to hold you.

This feeling of uncertainty is foreign to you. All this time, you thought you knew how he feels about you, but his words and actions beg to differ.

However, it matters not, until you know the exact reasons for the way he’s behaving.

Is he still only motivated by duty? Or did the premise of the Valentine’s Festival finally open up his heart?

Whatever the case may be, it is something you can no longer ignore and your growing feelings for him is something you can no longer deny.

“Why are you doing this to me?” you ask and Jeonghan is taken aback. “Why do you confuse me so?”

Your inner turmoil is written as clear as day on your face and Jeonghan wishes for nothing more than to be able to gather you in his arms and confess his feelings to you. The thought alone scares him half to death but it’s not as frightening as the thought of spending the rest of your lives together with your cold indifference towards him.

What’s the worst that can happen?

Of course, there is a chance that once he finally reveals his true feelings that you may not feel the same way about him. If that is the case, it’s still possible for you to grow to love him, further down the line as you both grow older. But, Jeonghan knows that if he doesn’t take advantage of the opportunity he’s been given, your heart may close the door on him forever.

“_____, listen—”

“Jeonghan, I—”

“Everyone, the fireworks will begin in a few minutes!”

Sighing, you lower your head onto Jeonghan’s chest. “I know we need to talk but I also want to see the fireworks,” you whine.

Cupping your face in his hands, Jeonghan raises your head so that you can look at him. “We can watch the fireworks and talk after,” he concedes, but it’s worth it when your eyes light up like Christmas morning. Placing his hands gingerly on your shoulders, he instructs, “Please stay right here and wait for me. I’ll be right back with some refreshments.”

“I’ll wait,” you assure him.

“I’ll only be a minute, please stay right where I can see you.”

Gently squeezing your hand, Jeonghan reluctantly turns away from you and heads to find the nearest pub. Every now and then, he turns to check that you’re still right where he left you. This time, when he turns, his brows furrowed in worry when he no longer sees you in his field of vision as the crowd fills the square.

Drinks forgotten, Jeonghan weaves through the crowd in search of you. He calls for you multiple times to no avail and even as he reaches the spot where he left you, there’s no sign of you anywhere. It’s just his luck that the fireworks then commence and it drowns out his voice as he begins to call for you once more. Cursing, he makes his way through the sea of bodies to continue his search.

The thought of something terrible happening to you fills him with dread, making him sick to his stomach. He pleads with Eros to help him find you and his prayer is answered when a gust of wind carries along petals that land in your vicinity. Bristling, he makes his way over to where you are.

“Oh Jeonghan, there you are,” you greet but your smile fades as soon as you see the expression on his face. It’s one that you’ve never seen on his usually bright face, at least not directed at you. “Is something the matter?”

Jeonghan remains silent as he grabs hold of your wrist and leads you out of the overcrowded square. You didn’t dare to resist when it’s clear that right now, he is not one to be messed with. Soon enough, you reach your destination, finding yourself in a secluded alley in the square away from prying eyes and eager ears.

He all but flings you in the alley and your hands brace themselves on the cool brick wall to stop and steady yourself. “What in the world were you thinking?!” he asks, livid. “Or was it that you weren’t thinking at all?”

“I have no idea what it is you’re referring to—”

“I only asked one thing of you,” he states calmly but you can see how furious he is beneath the surface, his eyes blazing with fire. “One direction that even a child could follow and they would have listened.”

Ah, it’s finally dawned on you what makes him so angry.

“I don’t understand why it’s such an issue—”

“You don’t understand why it’s an issue?!”

“—I only went to a better spot for the fireworks,” you finish explaining despite Jeonghan talking over you. “It’s not like you couldn’t see me—”

Jeonghan laughs out loud but there is no mirth to it. “That is precisely it!” he snarled. “I couldn’t see you anywhere I looked. I called out for you so many times and received no response back. I was so worried and I thought I had lost you—”

“And why does that matter?” you argue and the question renders Jeonghan speechless, but you’re not done yet. “Why does it matter if you lose me? Why do you care?”

At this, Jeonghan could no longer remain silent. “I beg your pardon,” he protests. “Of course, I care about you.”

“But, only because of your duty,” you remind him as you roll your eyes.

“No, it goes far beyond that.”

This is a game that you no longer wish to play.

“That’s not what you said that day,” you reveal, finally admitting that you overheard his conversation with your brother that day. “Don’t even think of lying to me because I heard everything.”

Now that you’ve confirmed his earlier assumption, Jeonghan proceeds, so that he can now get an answer as to how you feel about him. “And, what exactly did you hear?”

“That you’re only bound to me by duty.”

“And?” he prods, impatiently.

“What do you mean, ‘and’?” you ask, confused as to where he’s heading with the conversation.

“I did say that” —he crosses his arms— “but what about the rest of it?”

With a pout, you answer confidently, “You didn’t say anything else.”

“Yes, I did,” he declares with a sadistic calm.

“No, you didn’t.” You stand your ground but that is the last straw for Jeonghan.

“Yes, I did!” he yells in frustration, grabbing at his hair. “I admitted that I had grown fond of you and it was something that had been beyond my control.”

“What?” you wonder, more to yourself than anything.

Already having gone this far, Jeonghan doesn’t hold himself back any longer, baring his heart out after coming close to losing you. “I said that you had me falling in love with you with no hopes of ever getting up, ever since the moment I laid my eyes on you.”

No, there’s not a chance that this is real. You’re sure of it. Yet, you find yourself asking, “You love me?”

“I love you,” Jeonghan vows with no hesitation. “Despite everything, I fall more and more in love with you and right now, as you stand before me, I have never been more in love with you.”

No matter how hard you search, there’s no sign of a lie on his face. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Actually, I did.”

“You know what I mean.”

“I truly did,” Jeonghan says, smug. “I wrote them in every letter I sent you since that day I admitted to my own feelings.”

“You’re lying.”

“I’ve never lied—”

“You have, when you lied about being my partner for my debutante ball,” you remind him, brow raised in challenge.

Jeonghan bites his lip and moves closer to you, eliminating the space between your bodies. “I was merely delaying the truth that time,” he jokes. “But, I really did let you know in my last letters. You would’ve known if you had read them.”

“I did—”

Jeonghan interrupts, taking your hands in his as he says, “Enough about the letters. _____, I’ve finally told you how I truly feel about you. Please, stop torturing me and tell me how you feel about me.”

“I—”

“I don’t think it matters how the young lady feels since she’ll be coming with us and you won’t be alive anymore to see her again,” a stranger interrupts and Jeonghan is quick to shield you behind him. More thugs turn up and Jeonhan slowly retreats until you’re squeezed between him and the wall.

Jeonghan doesn’t miss the way you tremble in fear and he knows that he has to deal with them as soon as possible. He almost lost you once today and he’d be damned if he lets it happen a second time. Especially now that he’s confessed his feelings to you.

“Close your eyes and cover your ears,” Jeonghan instructs but you shake your head vehemently. “Please, listen to me just this once. I don’t want you to see this.”

“Call for Seungcheol,” you plead, holding on to his arm. “There’s far too many of them. We can wait until he gets here.”

“It’ll be too late by then,” Jeonghan sighs. “Close your eyes. I promise that no harm will come to you.”

“What about you?” you caution, tears flowing freely down your face. The love of your life has finally confessed that he feels the same about you but why is fate so cruel to put you in this position?

“There’s no need to worry,” he assures you as he draws out his sword. “Now, do as I say. I won’t take long.”

Eventually, you relent and let go of his arm. Taking one final look at him, Jeonghan places a chaste kiss on your forehead, forcing your eyes closed as he moves your hands to cover your ears tight. When you feel him pull away, you almost defy him once more but ultimately know that you’ll only be in his way, increasing his chance of getting hurt.

So, you stay right where you are and do exactly as Jeonghan says, praying to Eros to return the one that you love safely.

You don’t know how much time has passed but you eventually feel Jeonghan’s warm yet wet hands pull your hands away from your ears, letting you know that the ordeal is over. When you open your eyes, you see his shirt drenched in blood despite the colour of the material.

“You’re bleeding,” you cry out, hands reaching out to check on him, but his hands stop you from doing so.

“It’s not all mine,” he assures you only to be met with the roll of your eyes.

“That doesn’t make it any better,” you scold.

“I’m fine—”

“No, you’re not!” you exclaim through your tears. “You’re hurt and it’s all my fault. If I hadn’t wandered off in the first place, we wouldn’t be in this alley and—”

“If you hadn’t wandered off, I wouldn’t have had an opportunity to finally tell you how I feel about you.”

“Is that even important right now?” you sob unceremoniously into your hands. “Now, I know how it feels.”

“What do you mean?” Jeonghan asks.

“I almost lost you and I haven’t even had the chance to tell you how I feel about you.”

Jeonghan’s heart picks up speed and it feels like it’s about to beat right out of his chest. This is the moment he’s been waiting for and he can’t believe you both had to risk your lives in order for it to happen. “And how do you feel about me?”

“Your Highness!” Seungcheol calls from the entrance of the alley before you can answer Jeonghan. “I’ve finally found you both. My apologies for arriving late.”

“Actually, you’re far too early,” Jeonghan rolls his eyes and you have to cover your mouth to hold down your laugh upon seeing Seungcheol’s confused face. “Did you bring my horse?”

The guard nods. “I’ve also brought a carriage for Lady _____,” he adds. “Shall I summon the physician to their Estate?”

“That’s not necessary,” you decline as you are unscathed. “Please summon them to the Palace instead along with the Royal Mage. His Highness may need some healing magic in time for our Engagement Announcement tomorrow.”

“Yes, m’lady.” Seungcheol bows. “Your carriage has arrived and is ready to escort you back.”

Sighing, Jeonghan lowers his head onto your shoulder and your hand reaches out to play with the hair on the nape of his neck. “Won’t you consider coming back to the Palace with me?” he entreats and feels you shake your head to decline him. “We haven’t finished our conversation yet. Must I really wait till the Banquet to hear your answer? Must you really torture me again?”

“Must you be so dramatic?” you tease him and he nips at your shoulder in retaliation. You have to commend him, he’s grown rather bold ever since he confessed his love for you. It seems he no longer wants to waste any time and frankly, since you feel exactly the same towards him, you don’t want to waste another second without him either. “You can always come to see me before tomorrow.”

Jeonghan lifts his ahead, adorable confusion on his face and you can’t help but giggle. “How will I see you before tomorrow?” he asks, tilting his head.

“My balcony faces the Glass House in the Estate,” you whisper in his ear, bidding him farewell with a light kiss on his cheek. “You’re the Crown Prince. Surely you’re smart enough to figure it out?”

He is and he can’t wait.

It’s when you’re brushing your hair by your vanity before retiring for the night when you hear the knock on your bedroom window. Spotting his familiar figure through the mirror, you place the brush on the marble surface and make your way to let him in. Pulse racing as you unlock the window, you don’t dare to look at his face and walk back to the centre of room, only turning towards him once he’s let himself in and closed the window behind him.

Jeonghan takes his time studying you, gaze instantly drawn to the way you stare at the floor once more instead of him, just like you used to. Eyes drifting lower, he spots your slightly parted lips and he has to stop himself from reaching out and running his thumb across your bottom lip. His gaze travels lower once more, breath hitching at the sight of the top of your breasts due to the low neckline of your nightgown. Seeing the way your chest heaves from your erratic breathing makes something inside him snap and he shoves his hands in his pockets, taking big strides until he’s standing right in front of you.

“Such a cruel woman you are.” He breaks the silence, pushing your chin up with his finger so that you finally look at him. “Inviting me here and making me wait for your attention. Do you know how agonising it is when you look as delectable as you do? But, we’re not quite there yet, are we?”

Your attempt to look away from him is thwarted when he grabs your chin between his thumb and index finger and you’re forced to endure the intense regard in which he holds you. “If anyone’s waited long enough, it’s me,” you say in hopes to placate him.

However, it has the opposite effect on Jeonghan. “That’s rich coming from you,” he retorts. “Especially after I professed my love for you today. If I recall correctly, I’m yet to hear about your feelings towards me.”

“I’m afraid,” you say truthfully.

“What are you afraid of?”

“I don’t express myself well with words,” you confess. “I’m afraid my words would be insufficient to describe what it is I truly feel for you.”

Jeonghan shifts impossibly closer to you eliminating the space between you. Cupping your face in his hands, he leans in closer and ghosts your lips with his. “Hm, you always were better with your actions,” he breathes, thumb skimming your bottom lip like he fantasised, smearing your lip tint a little. “Would you prefer to show me instead?”

“Yes,” you sigh, eyes immediately closing.

Jeonghan’s lips hesitantly touches yours in a feather light kiss and it’s much too soft and quick for your liking. He moves to pull away, testing the waters but he doesn’t get far when you grab hold of his shirt, pulling him towards you so that you can kiss him once more. This time, the kiss you share is more intense, carrying your emotions with it and when they finally reach him, Jeonghan becomes bolder and returns your kiss with the same fervor.

His kisses grow hungrier and more heated each time, almost devouring you whole but you are insatiable. You crave to taste more of him, sliding your hands up and locking your arms behind his neck, pulling him further into you. Wrapping his arms around your middle, he holds you tight and you pull away in a gasp when you feel him, half hard and large against your hip.

Not liking the separation, Jeonghan dives in and takes the chance to shove his tongue in your gaping mouth, intertwining with yours in a perfect dance. His eager hands travel from your hips to your bottom, groping and kneading its cheeks before venturing further south. When they land behind your thighs, he grabs hold and lifts you onto him as he walks towards your bed.

Jeonghan sits down on the edge of your bed with you on top of him and you shift your legs to straddle him comfortably. You kiss him again and again, timing a third kiss with the roll of your hips and you feel his excitement grow against your centre. Impatient, your hands scramble to untuck his shirt from his trousers, pulling it over his head to toss to the other side of the room.

“Oh fuck,” you swear at the sight of his toned abdomen, not caring for how unladylike you are becoming. Biting your lip, your fingertips glide across his skin as you take him in.

This new side to you is enthralling and Jeonghan feels proud knowing that only he is privy to it. That you are here, completely and utterly enamored by him and him alone. Jeonghan leans back on his elbows watching you with eyes full of aroused curiosity. “Your turn.” He nods in your direction and you comply.

If it were anybody else who asked, you know you would have hesitated to no end. But, Jeonghan makes you feel brave. He makes you feel loved. He makes you feel desired. Grabbing the hem of your nightgown, you shimmy out of it at an excruciatingly slow pace, noticing the way Jeonghan eyes you like a man starved, his breath hitching at every inch of skin you reveal.

“You are beautiful,” he breathes out and it diminishes whatever insecurity existed that was begging you to cover yourself up. Sitting up, he kisses you lasciviously, gripping you tight as he pivots and pushes you into the mattress. His fingers make their way between your bodies, toying with the waistband of your underwear, before pulling the lewdly soaked material down your legs. “Move up on the bed, lie down on the pillows and spread your legs. I want to see you.”

Taking a deep breath, you do as he says, watching with interest as he sheds the rest of his clothing. Jeonghan can’t help but stare too long at your inviting pussy and he doesn’t miss the way your legs quiver in anticipation. Like a predator hunting its prey, he gets on the bed and crawls slowly towards you and fits himself between your legs. He lowers his body until your chest to chest and meets your lips again in a fiery kiss.

This time, he doesn’t stay on your lips too long, desperate to touch and feel more of you, kissing along your jaw and down where your neck meets your shoulder. He marks his place on the juncture of your neck, sucking and nipping until a purple bruise is left in its wake. Lifting his head slightly, he marvels at the view of your breasts, eyes rolling back before diving in and taking your right nipple in his mouth.

His tongue darts out to kitten lick at your wetted bud, blowing air on it before sucking it back into his mouth. Being the gentleman that he is, he dares not to neglect your other breast, palming and fondling it before he switches and pays attention to it. Your ragged breaths bounces off the walls in your room and he uses the sounds to spur him on along with how your body twists and squirms beneath him.

“Relax _____,” Jeonghan coos at you. “I’m just as… new to this as you are.”

“It doesn’t seem like it,” you murmur. “But, I guess my education on this was limited compared to yours.”

Sitting back on his knees, he grabs hold of his cock, groaning as he strokes himself a few times before he guides himself to slide between your folds. Watching him with keen eyes, you grow more desperate for him, mouth hanging open in a silent plea. Once he’s well lubricated from your juices, he aligns himself by your entrance, preparing himself to enter your glistening trove.

“This is the last chance you have to refuse me,” Jeonghan rasps out. “If you don’t, I’ll be taking away your virtue and will never let you go.”

“No one is taking my virtue away,” you mewled, reaching for his free hand and guiding it up your body to rest on your breast. “I am freely giving it to you, along with my love. So, don’t you dare even consider letting me go.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Jeonghan grits his teeth as he pushes the head of his cock through your cunt, straining to hold himself back from fully impaling you on his cock to avoid hurting you.

“You can keep going,” you nod, breathing becoming ragged even as you try to calm yourself.

His hands reach for yours and intertwine them together, pinning them on either side of your head as he lowers himself until all of his weight is on you. With a shaky exhale, he sinks in further but still not all the way, peppering your chest with kisses in apology as he waits for you to accommodate him.

Tears pool at the corner of your eyes, sliding down your cheeks and you don’t have the strength to hold them back. Jeonghan whispers words of affirmation onto your skin and your heart swells in your chest. You seek out his lips and he gladly obliges you, kissing languidly until the current stretch is bearable.

“With all that I am, I love you and I’m yours,” you confess, whimpering as Jeonghan pushes deeper as a result.

A moan of your name from deep within his chest slips from his lips and he’s unable to hold himself back even if he wanted to, sheathing himself to the hilt inside you. The burning sensation of the stretch makes you tremble but it’s nothing compared to the feel of fullness inside you.

Releasing one of your hands, Jeonghan cups your cheek and kisses you hard, wanting to alleviate your pain. When you feel his cock throb inside your warm walls, you inadvertently clench around him and the last of his control snaps.

“Love, please tell me I can move,” he growls and you respond by shakily hooking your legs around his waist, taking him even deeper with a roll of your hips.

Jeonghan takes this as his cue, slowly drawing his cock out and harshly slamming back in. Crying out his name in ecstasy, your hands move to rest on his shoulders, nails digging in as his pace increases. An intense heat starts to build inside you, arching your back from the mattress as your hips frantically grind against him to match his rhythm.

“Jeonghan, I…” you sob, the intense heat taking all over your body. “I can… feel something… something is coming.”

“Gods, I feel it too,” he croaks and relentlessly drives himself inside you. Winding his arms around your middle, he holds tight and moves your body the way he wants so that you can both have the release you’re desperately seeking.

It’s when Jeonghan’s lips brushes by your ear, whispering ‘I love you’ with a perfectly timed shift of his hips, that the coil inside you snaps, eyes rolling to the back of your head and body shivering as your orgasm consumes you, a litany of his name echoing in the room.

At the feeling of your pulsating walls around his cock, his movements begin to falter. When you profess your love for him, he careens clean off the edge, hips jerking as he comes and a sigh of your name escaping from his lips as he paints your walls with his hot, white release.

Jeonghan buries his face in the juncture of your neck, hot breath fanning your skin as you rake your fingers through his damp hair. You stay together like this until your breathing evens out, not caring about your sweaty skin or the stickiness between your legs.

Then, he slowly pulls out his softening cock, watching your face for any signs of discomfort along the way. Planting a kiss on your shoulder, Jeonghan leaves the bed for a moment, fetching a towel and basin filled with water from the bath. With utmost care, he wipes the mess clean from your body. Once he’s put the soiled cloth away, he joins you back on the bed, dragging your body until you’re tight against his chest, whispering his love for you repeatedly until slumber comes for you.

When morning comes, it is anything but quiet. It starts off with your maid Tia dramatically dropping a basin upon catching you tangled in bed with the Crown Prince and Jeonghan being caught sneaking out the balcony by Joshua who’s having his morning coffee by the adjacent balcony. Jeonghan avoids being scolded because he pulls rank with the Duke, but you’re not so lucky. He bids you farewell with a kiss before heading back to the Palace to prepare for the Imperial Banquet.

It all happens quickly after that, spending most of the day getting pampered and leaving you with no time to even think about the events of the previous night. Upon your arrival at the Palace, you’re quickly ushered to stand in front of the door to the Great Hall where Jeonghan is already waiting.

Grabbing your hand, he gently kisses the back of it before planting another one on your cheek. Jeonghan stares longingly into your eyes before disrupting the connection by breaking into laughter.

“What’s so funny?” you ask, tilting your head in confusion.

“Nothing, I’m just happy,” he beams, bending to rest his forehead on your shoulder. “I’m glad that it’s not just duty that binds us together and that we’re actually fated to each other.”

“As am I,” you assure him, turning to kiss him on the cheek. “My love has always been you and it will always be you.”

“Always,” Jeonghan vows, lifting his head so that you can see his sincerity.

You return the promise with a kiss, along with a silent prayer to Eros in thanks and your hearts have never been fuller.

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linkemon · 9 months ago

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Manhwa tropes headcanons

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Other headcanons from this series can be found here.

Alhaitham ✧ Duke of North

✧ I think he would fall under the stereotype of a person who cares but you'd have to wait to notice it. Alhaitham, after taking over the rule of the land of Sumeru for a short time and then handing it over to someone else, would be seen as someone who was not up to the challenge. It wouldn't be true but he wouldn't care what people thought of him. That's why he would end up in the not so famous and welcoming North, cold and far from people, which in his opinion was the best place.

✧ If you came to his castle with the prospect of concluding a marriage arrangement in the future, he would consider it in pragmatic terms. He would need someone with a more optimistic outlook on life than him and who wouldn't be put off by the initial coldness, even though he wouldn't be aware of it at first. He would believe in a political marriage until he would truly fell in love with you. You could count on Kaveh (an extremely annoying friend in Duke's opinion) in winning Alhaitham's heart.

✧ You would be impressed by his intelligence. He would certainly run his dukedom with dignity. You could expect dates in the gigantic library and hours spent in his company poring over ancient manuscripts. Until you accidentally get attacked by monsters and then it turns out that he can also fight with a sword and act like a prince from fairy tales.

Pantalone ✧ Rich CEO

✧ Pantalone would be that one rich man about whom the press would always write and children would make presentations in schools about his career path. In interviews and the media, he would have a wide smile on his face that would make you squint and only his business rivals would know what he really was like.

✧ You would meet at one of the numerous banquets. You would have to be a person of incredible cleverness to even be able to negotiate with him on business matters. In addition, you would have to figure everything out on your own, because according to his experience, he would rather not do business with someone who inherited everything from others. Once you were offered a deal to get rid of your shared competition, you would start spending more time together.

✧ Crystal chandeliers, expensive drinks and long dresses. What was supposed to be just a fling would turn into a feeling fueled by the desire to be close. The wedding would be a massive event and you can be sure it would be done quite quickly but at the same time he would have thought it through carefully.

✧ I think that Pantalone would be the type of man who would jump over his wife at home and spoil her a lot, preparing new surprises and outside to the media he would only show your poker faces and successes. Power couple for sure.

Zhongli ✧ Reincarnation

✧ Zhongli's longevity would cause him pain and suffering over the years. He would be that eternally young man who would look for you in every life of his and so on for centuries. This would require him to have a lot of knowledge but with each piece of information comes a lot of experiences and not always pleasant ones.

✧ You would have been cursed long ago and sentenced to death. To save you, he would make a contract with you that you would live forever. However, this comes at a high price. You wouldn't remember any of your previous incarnations and you would be different in each life. He couldn't explain anything to you. Interestingly, Zhongli would truly love every version of you, no matter how different they were and would always somehow recognize you.

✧ Many times he promised himself that he would stop and avoid you to spare himself the pain but in the end he never succeeded. Even if it was at the end of your life, he would show up sooner or later. He spends years trying to bend the rules of his own contract and each time he hopes that he will succeed in this life.

Kirara ✧ Neko

✧ Kirara would be that always busy girl who would accidentally be in the wrong place at the wrong time. She would work for a courier company and once be late with a shipment. Just once. To make matters worse, the parcel would supposed to go to a fortune teller and she would curse her. At first everything would be normal and she would go on with another delivery. From which she would never come back because she became a cat!

✧ In this condition, she would arrive at your door. A parcel and a kitten with it. You didn't have the heart to leave her. You would take her in with the intention of giving her to a shelter but you would feel too sorry for her. Especially since from the very beginning she seemed very strangely intelligent for an animal.

✧ In time, her speech would return and she would be able to tell you a little about herself. At times she would turn back into a human with ears and sometimes with a tail. One thing was certain, whatever the fortune teller did to her, her condition would only get worse if she was away from you.

✧ You would spend a long time trying to understand her situation. After time, it would turn out that the key to breaking the curse, like in all stories, was love.

#genshin impact x reader #alhaitham x reader #zhongli x reader #pantalone x reader #manhwa #kirara x reader #over teyvat #headcanons #genshin impact #x reader

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marimology · 1 year ago

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Pairing: ichiji vinsmoke x charlotte! trans masc reader

notes: smut, cnc (consensual) , arranged marriage ( mentions sanji and pudding), somewhat romeo and juliet inspired trope, Getting caught, almost getting caught, only ‘person?’ who knows about the relationship is y/n’s door because it lets them know if someone is nearby, transponder snail sex (phone sex), this is me letting my brain cook like sanji , cuckholding

a/n : I love this red headed loser, also my requests are open , ichiji is a girl dad argue with the wall

ICHIJI VINSMOKE who did not expect to fall in love with the 7th son of Charlotte LinLin when he and his family came over came over to whole cake to discuss the marriage between sanji and pudding. ears perking as you heard that they would be here for the next four months.

ICHIJI VINSMOKE who when he saw you sitting next to mama his heart would flutter whenever you would try to hold a conversation with him and you would stop as you noticed big mom staring down at you.

ICHJI VINSMOKE who after a month of being on whole cake finally got the courage to ask you out con a date and being surprised when you said yes but you two would have to choose wisely as the public only knew about Sanji and puddings wedding. so he took you out for a picnic underneath a bridge.

ICHIJI VINSMOKE who loved to leave hickeys around your body but in places where you would be able to hide them after every day so you wouldn’t get in trouble with your family and vise versa.

ICHIJI VINSMOKE who loves to threaten you with cumming inside of you every time that you both fuck so that you could walk around with his baby and your family would be wondering whose the father.

ICHIJI VINSMOKE who once him and his family left whole cake,missed the touch of your skin and your velvet walls clenching around his cock begging him not to cum inside of you, and your whimpers as you felt his cock form a bludge in your belly .

ICHIJI VINSMOKE who loves to call you after a raid, jerking off to your wanted poster each time your bounty raises saying that he’d turn you into the marines only after fucking you in front of them first. you both have memorized your respective family members sleep schedules memorized as you would masturbate on a call together as the transponder snail would capture all of your pretty noises.

it has now been over a year

ICHIJI VINSMOKE who kept a calendar hidden in his room where he’d count down the days until the next time they’d go to whole cake so he could show you how much he missed you and could pepper your skin with kisses once more, and that night he brought up the topic of getting married in secret which you happily said yes to with tears forming and he wears a cape on his suit that has a button / ring that’s actually his wedding ring whilst you wear yours as a pair of earrings

ICHIJI VINSMOKE who only hated sanji more because he couldn’t publicly say that you were his husband.

sanji vinsmoke who when walking past ichiji’s room heard him end a call with a “love you” but couldn’t pick out who he was talking to … it’s not like he wanted to anyways he care less as to what that asshole was doing he knew he couldn’t feel any emotion towards anyone

ICHIJI VINSMOKE who as soon as Germa docked back on whole cake and they had sanji meet pudding. went to find you in your room and embraced you in the warmest hug that you’ve ever felt and it was your first embrace as husbands. and later that night had you whimpering on his cock and told you how much he missed you as your brain was being turned into mush as you were being forced to take his cock after being overstimulated.

ICHIJI VINSMOKE who was happy that straw-hat came wanting to save sanji because that meant that if sanji leaves then he could publicly marry you

brulee charlotte who should’ve minded her own damn business when she was looking through her mirror realm and saw you being made to look at the mirror by a siluette that she couldn’t make out nor did she want to

yonji vinsmoke who wanted to spar with you and went to your room and asked your door to speak with you but was pissed off when it said you were busy and snuck around to try and see what you possibly could’ve been doing that was more important than sparring with him and almost falling over when he saw the sight of you sitting on his brothers lap taking his dick with your face buried in his neck and a Visual Den Den Mushi recording every moment of it as ichiji whispered praises. he should’ve minded his own damn business, but he could see the love in his brothers eyes as he looked you

ICHIJI VINSMOKE who’s heart shattered when big mom announced that she had arranged a marriage between you and a princess from a neighboring kingdom. and you both spared quick glances at eachother, but the poor girl clearly looked like she was in love

later that same night he took both you and the girl to your room and fucked you in front her. telling her that she’d never get a chance to feel how good you are and she should just go somewhere and die because she’s a homewrecker.

And ironically she was found dead the next day and you didn’t know who it was that killed her….. it was ichiji

YOU AND ICHIJI who took the chance to feign your own deaths during the fight between the big mom pirates ,vinsmokes, and straw hats and ran away to be able to live a happy life together only yonji knows you two are still alive

ICHIJI VINSMOKE who is definitely not the worlds most perfect husband but is happy that you even decided to give him a chance

it’s been four years since that day and everyone mourns the lost of you two but little do they know you both live in the same secluded town with your older sister lola and are raising 2 children

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moonydustx · 3 months ago

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Katakuri x reader! It can anything but my big boy needs love

wow, it took me a long time to answer you, I'm sorry. I hope it's still around and of course, I hope you like it too!

Breaking Deals

Katakuri x F!Reader

warnings: arranged marriage, Reader has some daddy issues. Katakuri and Reader are dealing with their own feelings. Reader drinks a lot of wine in this one. (Kata it's a sweetheart in this one)

"You love him, you just haven't realized it yet."

Brûléé's words combined with the taste of alcohol on your lips. After a party, the two of you took the remaining time of the night to drink and share your frustrations - yours related to being married to her brother for three years, but that was just a business arrangement.

The big problem is that Katakuri was the sweetest human being you could ever meet and it was hard not to fall in love with him. That's why you failed, you fell, and you fell hard for the magenta-haired man.

This led you to vent to your sister-in-law and amidst conversations over good wine, she made something clear to you that not even you had realized: you love Katakuri, as your husband and not just as a business transaction from your shit father. .

The steps back to your room seemed to be dragged and your deplorable state indicated that the alcohol levels had already been exceeded. The bedroom door felt even heavier, not as heavy as the atmosphere that had formed.

"You finally showed up, I was worried." you found Katakuri sitting on the huge bed the two of you shared, even though most nights he didn't stay there.

"Sorry - hiccup- I g-got distracted talking to Brûlée."

"Just talking?" he approached, seeing you enter with your heels dangling from your fingers and an empty bottle of wine in one hand.

"You know the answer big guy." With a small jump, you sat on the bed, under his attentive gaze. "I'm a mess, aren't I?"

"Just a little mess." He tried to appear soft, not wanting your drunk state to judge it as an offense.

"No need to lie, really." You let your shoes fall to the floor and placed the empty bottle next to you. "I'm a complete mess!" Your voice was almost tearful, which caught the attention of the man next to you.

"What happened?" he could easily find out, but he preferred to hear it come out of your mouth and not go beyond the limits imposed between the two of you.

"What happened?" your voice came out in a fake laugh, almost forced and indignant. "There was a party, beautiful. All couples gathered, including the two of us except we are not a couple."

"We are a couple."

"Only in the documents!" you support yourself on your knees, trying to be at his face level. "I know we have an agreement, which was just business between my father and your mother, but you are incredible Katakuri. These three years I have lived the best of my life by your side and it is impossible not to fall in love. I know that before that my options were either my father kill me or I kill myself, but you changed all that." You started to list his qualities, you interrupted yourself with a laugh. "Damn! I'm ruining our entire deal, my father is going to kill me." you let yourself fall into a sitting position again. "I'm sorry Kata."

"First of all, he's not going to kill you, I would never let him." his words spoken with a calmness and normality that still impressed you. "And second, we should have this conversation another time."

"I really won't have the courage for that another time." you pointed out and saw him let out a light laugh. "Unless we have more stock of that wine."

"We do, but that's why we need to talk later. You're drunk." he stated and saw you cross your arms and form a pout. "Besides this conversation, is there anything I can do for you?"

"You never would." You sulked even more.

"What would I never do?"

"Kiss me. The last and only time was at our wedding."

"Sweetheart, that doesn't feel right." he pointed out, but what the words said suggested going against his thoughts, as his hand automatically went to the cloth that hid him from the world around him.

"Please."

Katakuri let the cloth slide down his neck and it only took seconds for his lips to meet yours. Contrary to what his body asked - practically begged - Katakuri opted for a calmer path and kissed you slowly, delicately, hoping that those few seconds would take much longer.

As he walked away from you, you insisted on keeping your face close to his, your request coming out as a brief whisper from your lips.

"Sleep with me?"

"You know I…"

"Just hold me, please, like I'm yours, really yours."

Not having the strength to deny you something, your night ended lying on his lap, your little face nestled in Katakuri's chest while sleep took you somewhere far away.

Regret and guilt came together into one big headache as soon as you opened your eyes. What had you done the night before?

Focusing on the sensations around your body, you could feel that Katakuri was no longer there. The only thing you were sure of was that you had ruined the well-arranged marriage between the two of you. Your father would hate you even more than he already did, your mother-in-law would suck your soul and end you, Katakuri should be laughing at your expense along with one of his brothers. You had ruined everything.

Still gnawing at the guilt, you gathered strength and got out of bed heading towards the bathroom. The shower lasted much longer than you expected, as did your clothing store. Unconsciously you seemed to be trying to face reality. In the distance you heard Katakuri's voice calling you and, not feeling so firm on your own legs, you returned towards the room.

Sweets, breads, drinks, all of this came together on a breakfast tray placed on your bed, next to which Katakuri sat.

"There you are." his voice sounded too soft for someone angry. "I thought it might be a good idea to bring you something to eat."

And it was true, at least partially.

After everything that happened the night before, with you still immersed in his arms, Katakuri allowed himself to appreciate the moment and feel what the two of you could really be. That pleased him, it pleased him a lot and he would strive to make it a reality.

"Thank you for worrying." your voice was low, as you sat on the opposite side of the tray placed on the bed and therefore, on the opposite side to Katakuri. "Look delicious!"

"I tried making them with chocolate frosting, your favorite, but the decoration left something to be desired." he justified himself. For someone of his strength, Katakuri found the hesitation in his voice strange.

You reached the donut he had mentioned and took a piece, tasting the delicious dough. The agreement of not keeping a secret between the two of you included you knowing that he had great culinary skills and you would always love to try the food that Katakuri made.

"About last night…" you started, trying to rip off the band-aid, you just didn't expect him to say the same thing at the same time.

"Sorry, you can start." he tried to be a gentleman.

"About last night, I believe I went overboard and broke our agreement." your hands were sweating cold with every word that came out of your mouth. "I know I drank too much, I said and did things I shouldn't have…"

"Did you lie about something?"

"What do you mean?" You found his interruption strange. By now, breakfast was already forgotten between the two of you.

"About everything you said yesterday, did you lie about any of it?" Without the strength to get the words out, you just shook your head. "That's good, actually that's great. I like you too, the same way you like me because of what you told me. I like it when you just call me Kata or big guy, only you do that. Or when you keep insisting on picking up things that are always higher than you and in the end, you end up asking for my help…" realizing that he was talking too much, Katakuri stopped for a few seconds, seeing you look at him with bright eyes. "I really like you."

"Even though I snored on you last night?"

"Even you snoring." he insisted.

"And even though I always knock things over?"

"That I think is adorable." once again, he insisted, seeing you hide your smile with one hand, still surprised by everything. "It's hard to say all that."

"That's why I was drunk yesterday." the two of you laughed in unison, the tension that was previously hanging there dissipating with the echo of your laugh. "What do we do now?"

"You decide, you rule." he pointed out, seeing you stop smiling and look serious. "It's always been you, since the day I met you."

Not finding words to express your real desire, you just extended one of your hands towards him. Without any effort, Katakuri pulled you to lift your body and place you on his lap. Your fingers, previously intertwined with his as he pulled you, went to the scarf around his neck and one look from him was enough for you to have your permission.

His lips were sweet and soft, anyone who saw his fangs from the outside would never imagine that and you were happy to be the only one who could taste it. Just like the night before, he kissed you delicately, as if you were his little porcelain, the thing he would take the most care of in his entire life - and yes, he really saw you like that.

Just like the night before, you stopped kissing and just spent a few seconds looking at you.

"Can I ask you something?" he spoke, a hushed, calm tone that suited him.

"Whatever you want."

"I can hold you today as if you were always mine."

"Of course, I'll always be yours."

#katakuri x you #reader insert #fiction #one piece #no use of y/n #katakuri x reader #charlotte katakuri #katakuri one piece

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adore-laur · 1 year ago

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GOLD RUSH: PART ONE

— harry is your ex-husband and the father of your child, and the both of you are just trying to make it work 💛 (loosely inspired by taylor swift’s “gold rush”)

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For you, Nashville used to be a place where family and love resided. When Harry realized he found fulfillment in writing songs there, he suggested buying a house in the eastern part of the city, where the historical streets and electric nightlife lent him endless inspiration.

That was during the honeymoon phase, when you two were bound by a thread of intense desire. Shortly after, the newlywed phase came with spontaneous decisions you couldn't help but ride along with. Even the marriage itself was on a whim. Harry bent down on one knee after only one year of long-distance dating, never sounding more confident than when he asked you to be eternally his. Again, you agreed. But why?

Let's just say he has a contrarian way of thinking paired with strong persuasion skills.

Two months after getting married, you fell pregnant and welcomed a baby before the first wedding anniversary could even pass. To put it truthfully, it was unexpected. There was no plan to become parents so soon, especially since Harry was at the height of his career. Nonetheless, both of you adapted to his busy lifestyle for the family's sake. Everything was arranged around his schedule, yet you never thought twice about it.

There's no doubt that Harry is a wanted man. Everyone needs something from him, whether an interview across the country or a tour on another continent. He accepted the business calls and flights with no hesitation, and you couldn't necessarily blame him since it's all he's known for over a decade. However, after a while, it reached a point where you weren't seeing him in person for several weeks at a time.

When you were his girlfriend, it was tolerable. As a mother, it was unbearably desolate.

He's a yes-man who shies under authoritative rule, and it affected every crevice of your private life with him. All you needed was for him to be present. That's not to say he was disconnected or couldn't bond with his baby during the instances he was around; it was quite the opposite. You had never seen him so enamored with another human before. Unfortunately, the limited time he was home without obligations tying him down was too much for you.

Those exhausting nights spent alone trying to calm a crying baby, wads of dwindling cash being slapped in the babysitter's hand, keeping up with time zones just to call your husband for a short and meager conversation about nothing—it was miserable upon reflection.

Harry had attempted to convince you to join him on tour with the baby, but you could clearly see in his eyes that he was hesitant. All the traveling, sleepless nights, and potential invasion of privacy would have been too risky for such a delicate part of your lives.

Eventually, the bomb dropped. You had a nagging thought in your brain that wondered why Harry couldn't just trim the length of his tour so he could stay with you more often. Or at least try to visit every once in a while on his days off. It shouldn't be considered selfish to ask for such things, right?

Well, you were terribly mistaken. Those dreaded questions you asked him over a late-night phone call turned into a screaming match. Words like weapons were thrown around—ones you still regret today. Harry had cowered while putting his guard up, claiming it was his job and that he couldn't always be home. Something along the hurtful lines of "I can't do two things at once" sealed the deal.

So, while sobbing on your bedroom floor as your baby cried in the other room, you suggested a divorce. It was later finalized with paperwork signed by both parties. One signature took substantially longer to get, but dwelling on that fact eats you alive.

A lot has changed in the year since you've separated from Harry. You don't hate him anymore, for one. You never expected to fall out of love with him since his presence is too comfy and his efforts to mend things are too admirable. Vulnerable conversations with him elicited a mutual agreement that you shouldn't shut each other out, especially with a child involved.

Now, you successfully co-parent with him during the periods he's not touring. The child custody lawyer recommended the 3-4-4-3 schedule: Harry gets your daughter for the first three days of the week, while you get her for the last four. The fourth day is swapped every other week to maintain an equal parental balance.

You would say it's going well so far. It's a little trickier now, considering this is the first time he's been on tour since the divorce, so the scheduling is constantly being rearranged. You've discussed the possibility of flying out to a few shows every month and then Harry flying out to Nashville on his days off.

It's Friday, your day with your daughter, and Harry just so happens to be playing a second sold-out show in Nashville tonight. You couldn't attend the first one because of work, but you're here now, standing in front of his dressing room at the Bridgestone Arena. As you wait for him to finish getting ready, your daughter rambles about what she wants Harry to wear tonight. Wishes for princess dresses and tiaras are sprinkled throughout her incoherent toddler speech.

"Is that who I think it is?" Outside the closed door, Harry's deep voice makes your face heat, as you anticipate it to do whenever he's around.

Your daughter's head snaps toward the sound of her father, her expression immediately lighting up. "Me!" she shouts excitedly, trying to wiggle her way out of your arms.

"Uh-oh. Sounds like trouble over there," he says teasingly.

She giggles and reaches over to try and turn the doorknob, but Harry beats her to it. The door swings open, revealing your ex-husband in a tight-fitting silk vest with matching trousers the color of ivory. He looks like an actual angel sent down from heaven. You sometimes wonder what it must be like to be as beautiful as him.

Harry gasps dramatically when he sees who you're holding and scoops her into his tattooed arms, kissing her cheek repeatedly. "I haven't seen you in forever," he murmurs against her head. "I missed you so, so much."

It's been almost two weeks since he flew out to visit when he had a few days free from performing. Rehearsals and meetings have been bogging up his time, so you know it's been killing him to go so long without seeing her.

You silently admire their indescribable bond through a lens of what could have been. Your mind occasionally creates scenarios about him that you'd like to be true. In moments of weakness, you pretend there's still a wedding ring on your finger, and you even shamefully put it on sometimes. You pretend Harry is sleeping next to you at night by laying a pillow on the other side of the bed and letting your body naturally drift over to hold it. You pretend the songs he wrote about you aren't about the heartbreak and loneliness you caused, instead choosing to believe they're about someone else.

"Picture," says your daughter, lightly hitting the phone in your hand and pulling you from your wandering thoughts.

"Do you want to take a picture of him?" you ask her, placing the phone in her grasp.

She nods and fidgets with the side buttons. You take her from Harry's arms and help her hold the phone, telling her where to click while Harry sets down his mic pack and readjusts his outfit.

"Ready? Tell Dad to pose."

Harry puts one hand on his hip and sticks his leg out, his back's reflection visible in the mirror behind him. He tries to keep a neutral expression, but a smile grows as the camera flash goes off.

This somehow feels… normal.

You set her down so she can dawdle around the dressing room, then place your phone in your pocket. "Where is everyone?" you ask, accepting Harry's hug.

He inhales deeply and tightens his arms around your shoulders. "I told them I wanted some alone time with you guys."

When you swallow, it feels like there are thorns lining your throat. "That's sweet. I can imagine it gets pretty chaotic back here."

"Mm-hmm," he hums, beginning to sway you side to side. "I'm happy you came."

"So am I," you say, painfully aware of his warm skin against yours. "Sorry we couldn't visit sooner. Work has been really busy."

Harry leaves a kiss so faint on your head that you almost don't register it. "Hey, don't apologize. You work hard enough. It means the world that you both came to watch me tonight."

"Of course. You have no idea how proud I am of you."

He still doesn't let you go, his big, comforting hands splaying across the expanse of your back. "The feeling is mutual," he replies, his gentle voice seeping into your senses. "Proud doesn't even come close to what I feel about you. You know that, right?"

You can't help but brush the dust off his statement and dig for a deeper possible meaning. You still have love for him; you know that for sure, but is it too far-fetched to think he still has some for you? You already know the answer if the songs he wrote are any indication.

In another life, you see yourself happily married and raising a child with him in the comfort of your home in Nashville. Waking up next to him every morning and padding across the wooden floor to the kitchen, where you'd make tea and breakfast together. Finding a steady rhythm in terms of balancing work schedules and parenthood and eventually falling into a perfect domestic routine.

Yet deep down, you know it could never be. Harry's lifestyle wasn't made to clash with yours as much as you might have believed it all those years ago. The highs couldn't outweigh the lows. His life moved too fast, while yours ran out of stamina trying to keep up. You carelessly jumped into his inviting waters too soon and didn't think of the devastating fate that would come crashing down on you.

You would still die for his love, just like everyone else, but you suppose it will fade over time.

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#harry styles fanfic #harry styles imagine #harry styles x reader #harry styles angst #harry styles au #dad!harry #dadrry #harry styles #adore-laur #gold rush series

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acourtofthought · 8 months ago

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You often mention that because Lucien already lost Jesminda — someone he believed to be his mate — he won’t lose his mate again (Elain). That Sarah wouldn’t do that to him.

But have you considered that this could also be the very reason why Lucien doesn’t want or need a mate, and may not end up with Elain?

Think about it: Lucien loved Jesminda. He mourned her death for centuries. Now that it’s revealed that Jesminda isn’t actually her mate… and Elain is… do you think Lucien somehow loves Jesminda less? Or views their past relationship in a lesser manner? I doubt it.

If anything, it would prove to Lucien that in the grand scheme of things, a mating bond has little bearing on true love.

Jesminda, as per canon: had loved Lucien “without question” and “without hesitation.” Jesminda had “chosen” him.

Elain, as per canon: is only involved with Lucien because of the mating bond that neither asked for (basically a glorified arranged marriage). There is question, and there is certainly hesitation. When it came down to it in ACOSF, Elain chose Azriel, not Lucien.

Jesminda wasn’t Lucien’s mate, but loved him with all she had. Elain is Lucien’s mate… and seemingly wants nothing to do with him. Again, wouldn’t this just prove to Lucien that a mating bond really means… fuck all?

An apt comparison is to the Rowan/Lyria/Aelin saga. Although Rowan loved Lyria (and even once believed they were mates), when it came down to it, Rowan later reflected that he and Lyria were such different people, and were never that compatible in the first place.

“He'd come to love Lyria--that had been true. And the guilt of it ate him alive whenever he thought of it, but he could understand now. Why Lyria had been so frightened of him for those initial months, why it had been so damn hard to court her, even with that mating bond, its truth unknown to Lyria as well. She had been gentle, and quiet, and kind. A different sort of strength, yes, but not what he might have chosen for himself.”

Doesn’t that sound familiar…?

Instead, Rowan found his match in Aelin. From the start, even when they were arguing and bickering and cruel to one another, there was always a spark. Always passion.

In the same way Vassa and Jesminda (who we know Lucien adored) are described in the same way. Compatible. Lucien is lighter around Vassa. He found a home with her, when no one else offered him one (including Elain).

And never once was Rowan blushing around other women, or travelling to nearby continents to save other women while Aelin remained at home… as Lucien was for Vassa.

Never once was Aelin near kissing other men, or buying other men gifts while Rowan was in the same house… as Elain was for Azriel.

“A bird of flame ... and a lord of fire. I wondered if they'd found each other yet."

Why would SJM say that for it to lead to… nothing?

So what I just gathered from that is your acknowledgement that it took Rowans real mate to help him finally move past his sadness and guilt with Lyria (who he believed was his mate), and eventually fall in love with Aelin, his actual mate.

It also seems like it took Lucien meeting his real mate to start moving on from his guilt and past with Jesminda, who he thought was his mate. And could also eventually have a HEA with Elain, his actual mate.

For both males, it took their actual mate to move forward.

And yes, Rowan did separate from Aelin for a period of time. Just like Lucien is living elsewhere.

Are they the exact same scenarios? No but why would they be? Did Aelin have a sister that she was living with? Is Elain an assassin who had other business to deal with? These are different characters with different stories and Elucien is the only SJM pairing to have a bond snap like it did. Elain was the only character engaged and in love with someone else when that happened.

For the females:

Aelin did not have feelings for Rowan for quite a while as she was nursing broken feelings from her relationship with Chaol. Where she slept in bed with Rowan yet still did not develop romantic feelings for him.

Which is similar to Elain not jumping immediately into Lucien's arms after her fiance rejected her (something not even Aelin had). Giving her a pretty valid reason to instead focus on an innocent crush as she's overwhelmed by the enormity of her mating bond and has not really been in a place to process those feelings.

And no, Aelin didn't hook up with someone after meeting Rowan because they were planning for a war. She had other things on her mind at that time.

Nesta definitely did though! Even though she claims she always wanted Cassian.

Lucien's not just a Lord of Fire though is he? Why would SJM have Elain say she needs "sunshine" then reveal Lucien to be the heir to the Day Court? Weird how your argument works in my favor too! ☺️. Especially when my girl Elain is still the one he longs for after living with said Bird of Flame. If he's had a year to get to know Vassa yet Elain is still the one he wants I'm thinking Vassa just doesn't do it for him, sorry! 🤷

You're trying to say that because Lyria wasn't what Rowan would have chosen for himself the same can be said of Elain for Lucien except... It kind of seems like Elain is what he wants since he's still coming around despite her distance?

You can't honestly believe Lucien truly knew Elain the very first time he met during her depression which led to him thinking back on Jesminda..

He was remembering Jesminda when she was happy and free. And he had recently discovered Elain was in love with someone else and therefore he was struggling with the realization she probably wouldn't want him. Of course the two females seemed very different to Lucien in that moment. It doesn't mean Lucien didn't end up liking what he learned the more he learned of her.

And Rowan was a warrior which is why he was best suited to a mate who was also a fighter.

Lucien has no interest fighting (though he'll do it when he has to). Doesn't it stand it reason that a female who isn't a warrior, one with a different sort of strength, is the perfect fit for him? Exactly as his real mate is described?

Lyria was married to Rowan and he thought that of her. When Lucien and Elain are married, we can compare notes 😉.

Again, Lyria was his fake mate. Probably why Rowan wouldn't have chosen her.

Elain is Lucien's real mate.

And what Lucien wanted in his youth is not necessarily who he'd want now. Jesminda was wild and free and Lucien at the time would have given up his title for her. That doesn't really sound like the right fit for a grown Lucien who wants to help the courts and is set up to be a future High Lord with responsibilities.

And Az blushed at Mor while Elain was in the room. Are you trying to claim that all blushes equal endgame love interests? He blushed for Nesta in SF.

You might want to check out the TOG series because a male who wasn't Lorcan blushed at Elide.

Also, Lucien wasn't blushing at Vassa, he was blushing because Feyre was embarrassing him in front of his mate.

It's funny how e/riels come onto my page acting like Elain isn't special compared to Vassa, just to ship Lucien with anyone else.

She's Elain Fucking Archeron. The most beautiful female he'd ever seen. She's kind, wise, thoughtful, generous and loving (all words used in the series to describe her). AND she's his mate. It's very amusing that you think Vassa could top that for Lucien.

He's desired by many females but there's only one he wants.

You're also forgetting that it's not just because he lost Jesminda that I feel this way. The author was going to pair him with Nesta but didn't because she realized they'd be a poor fit. Why would she pair him with the other sister if she was also going to be a bad match for him?

That wouldn't make a lot of sense now, would it?

Oh! Adding an Edit:

Lucien also loved Jesminda to the point that he thought she was his mate because he had never experienced a mating bond, he was able to convince himself that what he felt was the love from a bond. Now that he knows exactly how powerful and consuming a mating bond is, how can he ever go back from that? Not only will another female never have the potential of being his mate (meaning he'll never love her to the point of thinking she could be because he knows she never will), but he will also be lacking the thread that exists between them.

He knows what a bond is now. He knows that it helps him sense Elain. That sitting with her and feeling her caused him to blush.

Once your eyes are opened up, you can't go back from that.

Knowing that Elain is his mate and understanding what a mating bond actually is means that it will be difficult for him to be without it.

I know he doesn't love Jesminda less than he once did but there will be a difference for Lucien in his first love versus his forever love, especially once he shares a bond with. It's silly to think that just because he believed something in his youth, he can easily go back to that after centuries and the new experience he's gathered with having a real mating bond with someone.

And Vassa and Jesminda are the furthest thing from similar. Jesminda was "laughter and mischief". Please show me where you've gotten hints of that from Vassa's character.

#elucien #pro elucien #anti vassien #anti e/riel

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preet-01 · 8 months ago

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Maxiel Political AU

Word Count: 1243

Summary: Max Verstappen only had one goal - to be President. It's all he's wanted since he was just seven years old and all that he's worked towards. But bachelors don't get elected as Presidents, for the most part. Enter Daniel Ricciardo. Daniel's the ideal candidate for the country's most prominent and stressful unpaid job: the President's loving partner, a pretty bauble for the country to fall in love with and look towards. In secret meetings, contracts are signed and a marriage is arranged. Max and Daniel must convince the American people that they are a loving couple and perfect for the White House

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Chapter Two

In the political campaign business, there are certain names that everyone knows regardless of party lines or election levels. Campaign managers, press secretaries, and speechwriters became household names for politicians and politician hopefuls over the years.

One such name is Sebastian Vettel.

The German-American from Philly had entered the political scene fresh out of college and had carved out a space for himself.

From local campaigns to presidential campaigns, he had worked on everything and anything. But his most notable career achievement was approximately four years ago when he was on the Hamilton presidential campaign as the press secretary.

Now, years later and with many successful campaigns under his belt, Sebastian was looking towards another presidential campaign to put his name on.

Max Verstappen, by all accounts that Sebastian had heard, was the next big thing after Lewis Hamilton came onto the scene. And by rumors that he’d heard from his contacts, Max Verstappen would be running for President in 2028.

“You’re barely finished with your first term as a Senator,” Sebastian states when he finally has a meeting with Max Verstappen. The young senator is ambitious, but he does have the results to back it. Though Sebastian would not tell him that just yet, perhaps after they’ve won the presidency.

“The election is still four years away. Plenty of time for any inexperience to become experience,” Max states. He has no doubts in his abilities. The next few years will be enough for him to fix any shortcomings and build an electable resume for himself.

“Indeed, I do not doubt that. Your record so far speaks for itself,” Sebastian says, though he seems to be holding back on something.

“But?” Max inquires.

“But there are things outside of your work record that will influence your presidential campaign,” Sebastian replies.

They leave it at that, despite Max wanting to know more about it. Sebastian says it is a matter for a later time, and that he needs to work out some things in the background before it becomes a pressing issue.

While Max would like to know more about Sebastian’s pressing concerns, he does have committee meetings to go to, and- his train of thought is broken by a text he gets from one of his colleagues.

S.4398 is going to the courts for constitutional violations

Plaintiffs hired Ricciardo from Thompson and Lancaster. Should be an easy win

Max is confused because is he supposed to know who Ricciardo is? There were too many lawyers in the district to know everyone.

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“Are you wearing a signet ring?” Oscar questions. When they said that he could get an intern, Daniel assumed that he would get a helpful intern eager to learn and do whatever Daniel needed. He had been like that, taking whatever scraps he could get. Instead, he received Oscar. And while Oscar was very polite at first glance, in Daniel’s opinion the twenty-three-year-old was a menace to society – well mainly to Daniel, but he was society. “Oh god, you’re one of those lawyers,” he groans.

“It’s a family ring and my grandfather is in town,” Daniel sighs. He hadn’t worn the family signet ring consistently since they’d found out he was a carrier, but his grandfather was in town and he couldn’t get away with it. “Have you filed the McKinley documents?” he asks, changing the conversation from his family to the newest case that Daniel had been chosen as the head lawyer. His record of winning had made it an easy decision for the bosses and plaintiffs.

“Filed them this morning,” Oscar replies, “Vergne was sniffing around about the case when I was filing.”

“Of course he was. Boss man’s not been very subtle that this case could potentially make me partner,” Daniel sighs. His once close friendship with Jev had suffered with both of them at the same firm and Daniel’s promotion potential being greater than his. He was sad about it, of course, law school would have been hell if it wasn’t for Jev’s friendship. But Daniel wanted to become partner and he’d do whatever was needed to achieve that.

“We’re meeting with McKinley tomorrow morning, I want you there,” Daniel tells Oscar. Oscar had been his intern for months now, but he hadn’t sat in any of the meetings so far.

“What?” And for probably the first time, Daniel is able to surprise Oscar.

“I think you’re ready and it is the next step,” Daniel replies.

The rest of the day goes by without a hitch. Daniel can avoid seeing his grandfather until it’s time to leave the office.

His grandfather is waiting for him in front of the building with a town car. “Daniel,” he greets with a nod and motions to the town car. Daniel sighs as he enters the car. All he wanted was to go home and just be a blob in his bed as he contemplated some innocuous decision that he’d made. But when Joseph Ricciardo shows up at your job with a town car, you get in the town car.

“How was your trip, grandfather?” Daniel inquires.

“It was adequate,” the older man replies. “I spoke with your friend, the campaign manager,” he says.

“Sebastian? Why?” Daniel questions. As far as Daniel knows, there was no reason for his grandfather to speak with Sebastian. Daniel knows that his grandfather had gotten acquainted with Seb when Seb worked on the Hamilton campaign the first time around and he endorsed Lewis Hamilton. But since then, as far as Daniel knew, Sebastian hadn’t worked on a campaign that would require an endorsement from his grandfather.

“He is taking on a new presidential campaign for 28,” Joseph says. “A Senator from New York,” he adds. Daniel knows one of the Senators from New York – John Robbins – they’d gotten coffee a handful of times over the years. He doesn’t think John is a presidential hopeful and he isn’t the type of candidate that Seb likes to work with. No Seb likes younger politicians, not those over the retirement age.

“Robbins?”

“No, the other one. Verstappen,” Joseph answers.

“Verstappen?” Daniel tries to think back to what he knows of the young Senator from New York. Relatively new to the Senate, younger than most of his colleagues, the same party as Lewis, unmarried, and not as established as other 2028 presidential hopefuls. “He’d never win. Not yet anyway,” Daniel says. The voters didn't like unmarried newcomers they barely knew. Politics was a game of strategy and name recognition.

“Hhm, at his present state, he would not win, but should his situation change and he gets more established support, then he does have a strong chance,” Joseph says, handing him a file. “Sebastian compiled a file on him. He will be contacting you soon to discuss a potential, mutually beneficial agreement for both parties involved,” he says.

Daniel knows what a mutually beneficial agreement means. This wouldn’t be the first time that Daniel had gotten such a file from his grandfather. His cousin’s aspirations were more in line with the videogame industry than politics, so a presidency was far-fetched. Therefore, the attention had returned to getting Daniel hitched to some Senator or Governor who could take the Ricciardo name to the highest office in the country.

Usually, he ignored them and found one reason or another to deny them. But this was someone that Seb would be working with and that intrigued him.

He’d meet this Senator Verstappen.

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I feel iffy about this chapter, but it's a necessary step to get to the first meeting in the next chapter

Updates will be every other week

#political au #maxiel #the beauty of their dreams

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skunaskitten · 2 years ago

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The Affair

AU: human CEO sukuna x female reader

Contains: fluff, smut, cheating, lying, unfaithful sukuna

Summary: sukuna was starting feel his his marriage becoming distant and not the life he wanted anymore. After running into you it sparked a new flame in his heart, you were the life he was wanting to have, the feelings he wants to experience. You are the love he wants.

Master list of stories

Sukuna took sips of his drink while sitting with the rest of the business men at the table for an after dinner party. His wife sitting next to him obviously flirting with all the other men in the room. He hears it and sees it every time he brings her to these things. The way she touches their arm and smiles while winking at them for their comments towards her beauty. They are all just boys wanting to play with a new toy, but he knows his wife will never leave him; she is wrapped around him for money.

No one has ever made a move on his wife because of sukuna. They all feared him for being one of the powerful leading businessmen in Japan. Some believe that he runs his own clan for the yukuza. He always thinks his wife would cheat on him in a heartbeat if she met the right man here but she never has, yet. Sukuna has thought about it in the back of his mind, just the way she acts. If someone with more money than him came in she would leave or possibly cheat.

It wasn't like he wanted to marry her out of love. It was arranged by both their families to have this marriage to merge the companies. His father was on his last line of life and needed his son to marry a wealthy woman to continue the family line. Why a rich woman? Sukuna never had a thought of being tied down with someone, but doing this will bring more money to him which he didn't mind.

She was not that wealthy and he had plenty of money he could spend and not have an issue since her family seemed to have an issue finalized. Five years later sukuna didn't feel like he was enjoying this anymore. Being at the age of 30 he was starting to feel like having a family was not so bad to have, since they married in their twenties, but she never liked the idea of kids. It frustrated him, they were not getting any younger and his ways of life were changing.

Now he has to sit through these parties watching his wife eye fuck other men while he is in the same room. In the beginning of the marriage he was young and felt like kids were not necessary and the sex was great, no baggage to worry about, he could spend his money on whatever he wanted, and go wherever. Now it just bored him. It was the same thing all the time. She did have her caring moments when they were alone but going out was a different story.

His wife liked to flaunt her wealth around when going out. Top designer bags, the most expensive jewelry that caught her eye and dresses that coast someone's entire month's savings. Sukuna had used his money all for her and himself. She never used any of her money on him, mainly it was sexy clothes to tease him with or buying something for herself.

Sukuna was starting to not feel loved in this marriage, it was all for money and merging companies for sukuna to own. Deep down he wanted to find a woman to fall in love with. He never got to experience those sappy romance moments. At least just one time he would like to have those with his wife but she states those are not worth her time. She would rather just have the sex, money and title.

After a long morning at the office, Sukuna wanted to take a walk before it got too stormy with the weather. Clouds were covering the blue sky and the air was getting cold. He put on his leather jacket and walked down the street in casual clothing. Heading into the shopping area he got a quick bite to eat of a chicken wrap from one of his favorite stands. Sukuna was savoring the food as he walked, closing his eyes for a moment tasting the orange cream sauce and breaded chicken.

Just as he walked he bumped right into someone. Hearing their yelps and things fall to the ground with thunder overhead. Sukuna had his mouth stuffed with chicken as he opened his eyes gazing at a woman in front of him.

You carried some books and stopped to get a cupcake from a vendor to eat when you got home. As you were saying goodbye and thanks to the person you ran into someone. Your things falling to the ground saying sorry then looked up to meet the man standing in front of you.

His striking blue eyes, pastel pink hair nicely groomed and his handsome face full of shock. The chicken wrap he bit into still in his mouth then took a swallow and crouched down to help you saying sorry. You heard his deep husky velvet smooth voice sending shivers through you. He noticed a cupcake box on the floor and picked it up to see the flipped over pastry with the frosting then been smashed.

"I am sorry about your books and cake. I was not looking." You smiled gazing at him picking up the things into your arms. "It's alright I was not looking either. The chicken wrap must be pretty good to not take your eyes off it." He chuckled at your comment. You can feel yourself swoon over his deep chuckle. How hot this man looked made your heart race.

The both of you stood up feeling the sprinkling of the rain start. You looked up and sighed not knowing where to go and you didn't want to just let this beautiful man leave out of your sight so soon. He looked over at you seeing his blue eyes trail over your body making you feel insecure about yourself. "You want to go over to the cafe across the street. Get a coffee while waiting out the rain. I owe you for the cupcake."

He asked you with a slight smirk to his lips making your legs feel limp. How dare you say no to this man. "Yes, that sounds great. I can go for something warm right now." You walked alongside him as he offered and helped to carry your books to the cafe. As he got close to a trash bin he tossed the trash from his wrap and held the door open for you, giving him a thank you with a smile and walked inside feeling warm. The both of you found a nice table off to the side in the corner of the cafe where no one would big the two of you.

"I am still sorry about making you drop your cake. My name is ryomen sukuna. Pleasure running into you." He held out his hand to you as you took it, telling him your name. He smirked and brought your knuckles to his face and pressed his soft lips to your skin. A blush filled your cheeks feeling the warmth and softness of his lips. How you wished to feel them on your neck and other parts of your body. A chuckle escaped him then let your hand go saying "what would you like, I got the payments." "Hot chocolate will do." You told him with a deep blush trying to look away from his gaze.

He smiled then went to order the drinks leaving you at the table a blushing mess for how charming he was already and soon he came back with the drinks. You took the cup from him as it warmed your hands and looked out the window seeing the rain start to pour, smelling the scent of coffee and your hot chocolate. Sukuna looked over you watching you watch the rain studying the features of your face, how pretty and cute you are just from this short encounter. Just a normal woman he dreamed to spend his time with.

You took a sip of the chocolate and looked over to him with a smile. Sukuna had a slight blush and sipped on his drink. He didn't know why he was so nervous to be around someone like you. With his status and looks to make any woman drop to their knees and beg for him to take them. A man like him can have any woman fall at his feet. Or was he feeling guilty for wanting to cheat on his wife? Maybe he should try to work things out with her? But he didn't want to reveal his true self to you just yet being worried about how you would change into a woman like all the others. That's when he noticed you smiling at him snapping his thoughts away.

He looked over at you, seeing you giggling and said "sukuna did you hear me?"

"Uhh no I am sorry. I was thinking." "It's ok I get lost in the rain too. I asked, how old are you?" He looked at his cup and said "I'm thirty, what about you?" You smiled and took a drink then said "I am 25."

Sukuna smirked and said "you have a man waiting for you at home?" You shook your head with a blush. "No, I am single. Have not found the right person I guess. Why, you have someone at home?" He looked away feeling the guilt and tried to find words to say. "It's been rough. With my love life. Just been lonely."

Your face frowned then beamed a smile to him trying to lighten the mood. You can tell it was a touchy subject for him. "I know how it feels you will find someone I am sure of it. You are a really good looking man. I am surprised you don't have someone."

A blush filled your cheeks while you talked as he looked at you with the smirk that sent butterflies through your stomach. "I can say the same to you. A pretty woman like you. Surprised you are not taken already."

Looking away from his stare with a deeper blush filling your cheeks and continuing to drink your hot chocolate trying to ignore the flips in your stomach. The both of you talked for a while longer just a few things about what you two did today until the rain stopped signaling to end this moment. "I should get back home before the rain starts again then we will be stuck here." Sukuna chuckled then said "I don't mind being stuck with you again. I can walk you home. If that is alright with you?"

You smiled wide letting him join you on your walk back home, he helped by carrying the books while you still had the box of the destroyed desert. "Again I feel bad about your cake." You laughed at him for apologizing so much even though you said it was no issue. "Sukuna, it's fine. I am not worried about the cake. I am just glad I didn't knock you over or something."

"Really a little thing like you knocking me over?" You shrugged saying "well you know what they say the bigger they are the harder they fall." Sukuna smiled playfully at you hearing your chuckles. You started to notice the flirting between the two of you but didn't care, there is a single hot man walking you home, you are allowed to flirt.

"So sukuna I wanted to ask. The tattoos on your wrist I noticed earlier. I just didn't say anything and didn't want to be rude."

He hummed and looked ahead of him saying "its not a rude thing to ask me,, they are just bands i have on my wirts something o got when I was younger." You looked at him walking curious about him. "So got any more?" He looked at you raising an eyebrow then gave you a playful smirk. "I do. Want to see them?"

You blushed at the thought of even wanting to see them. Just wanting to see what the rest of him looks like. "I don't know. Where are they located?" He chuckled still with that flirtatious look and said "I got them on my chest, abs, back." You hummed looking away not wanting this conversation to get too heated since you just met.

When you got home he saw the simple apartment's just right for someone like you. Someone that was so easy to talk to and not like the people he is always around. He walked you to your door and the two of you stood in front of it looking at eachother. He handed you the books carefully into your arms and looked at you.

"Thank you again sukuna for today. I guess it was nice bumping into you." Sukuna smiled softly enjoying the short time with you seeing your kind eyes and shy smile.

Though he didn't want to cut you from his life so soon. "Hey y/n. I know we have just met but I would really like to get to know you more. Want to go on a date this weekend? It can be somewhere a fancy restaurant or a simple one." You looked at him in shock, never thinking you had a shot with this man. You can not let him slip away so quickly so you answer too fast. "Yes!"

He was stunned a little to hear how quickly you answered"Oh well then where to?"

You looked around embarrassed for sounding so desperate. "Uhmm anywhere is fine really. We can even just go to the cafe again. If you like." Sukuna hummed then pulled out his phone making a contact for you. "Give me your number and we can talk later to arrange a date, time and place." You told him your number as he typed it into a very expensive looking phone. "Well, a very professional business like of you." You told him with a giggle as he looked at you worried you caught onto him but then relaxed seeing you smile.

Both of you said your goodbyes as you gave him a little wave. Sukuna got home seeing his wife in the kitchen cooking. He sighed thinking he should just not worry about you that much because there she was cooking dinner for the two of them. She turned around saying "hello love glad you came home. I missed you."

He watched her walk out from behind the counter dressed in see-through laced underwear. A sultry smirk on her face then bit her lip at him. "I missed you. Your little housewife is making you dinner."

Sukuna wasn't in the mood tonight, he just wanted to spend normal time with her. It was always just sex between them for most of the relationship. They would bang it out and go to sleep then wake up to go to work.

Sukuna gave it to her anyway that night after dinner. Pounding into her releasing his frustrations, hearing the way she barked his name with the same tone as always. When she found her release she was already done and he found it strange to why she wanted to end it so quickly. He didn't even get his release like always. He let her go away to the bathroom as he laid there and needed to pump his cock with a quick thought of you making him freeze a moment but then continued to finally get his release.

The next day you stayed at home reading one of the new books you bought when your phone began to ring with a number you didn't recognize, answering it to hear the voice of sukuna that brought a shiver through you. You smiled happily when he called you, hearing him talk.

"Hey so about the date. You free Saturday evening? We can go to the cafe."

"Yes, it sounds perfect. We can meet there." Sukuna said "good i will see you until then sweetheart." When he hung up you began to blush at the nickname he called you. You saved his number with his name with a pink heart next to it for his hair.

Throughout Friday you were texting sukuna asking about his day as he asked how you were. You were with your friends at the mall when they noticed your distraction on the phone seeing the slight smiles that appeared on your face. They began to bug you, wondering what you were doing since you were so invested in your phone. You made the mistake of telling them that you were talking to a guy you just met. Now they demanded a picture of him just to see how good he looked for you.

Letting out a sigh you asked sukuna for a picture of him and he delivered with no questions. You noticed the picture taken from his chest up seeing a dark suit he is wearing with a red tie and Hair nicely groomed with a toothy smirk he gave in the picture. Fuck he was so good looking. You asked him about the suit and he told you he was at work, you both never asked about work life, but you can save that for the date.

Showing your friends the picture they started to gawk and drool over him. "No way you met him." "He is hot and so delicious." "Look at the smile the hair those eyes oh please tell us you are fucking him." "If you don't want him I will take him." These were many ongoing comments from your friends. You knew it was a bad idea to say anything about sukuna. They so badly wanted you to be in bed with him just so you can tell them what he looks like under the sheets.

When Saturday came around you went through your closet to see what you were going to wear and the weather was in your favor so you went with a black skirt, a button up red shirt and did your hair nicely but not too fancy, it was just a cafe date nothing more.

Going into the cafe you sat at the same table where you guys first had a real talk. You gave him a text telling him you were there at the same table when waiting out the rain. Sukuna saw the message and smiled texting back 'our table'. Seeing the message you smiled wide then looked out the window hiding your blush from the world.

Hearing the bells chime you looked over feeling your heart beating fast and butterflies in your stomach. You gazed over sukuna seeing him dressed in his leather jacket, a dark red button dress shirt and black jeans with dark leather boots. He walked over your way with a smile making you blush. Both of you said hello and smiled shyly to each other.

"Did you order anything?" You shook your head no and said "not yet I was waiting for you." Sukuna smiled and got up to order a coffee for you and himself, a cold brew coffee the two of you both liked.

You looked at him and said "so I noticed you in a suit. What is your work?" He smirked and said "I uhh work for a big company doing email and stuff. Big office things." "Oh so working for the big boys then." You asked him with a giggle. He leaned over the table with a flirtatious smirk saying "What if I am the big boy?"

You chuckled and said "I would be very surprised and curious to know why a big business man would want to date someone like me, not rich and simple."

Sukuna smiled and said "there is nothing wrong with simple. I see the way the men act in the office. They get bored of the same thing and just want something normal in life after living a life of luxury. Sometimes they just want a normal thing in life. So what about you, what work do you do?"

You looked away from your drink, turning your attention to him and said "I work at a small book store near the mall. There is nothing exciting about it." Sukuna smiled and said "must be nice and stress free compared to where I am. People yelling getting frustrated for not getting emails or getting late responses."

You slightly bit your lip then let it go saying "well you look very good in a suit. I like it." He smiled wide and chuckled as you saw a light blush over his face. Fuck he is cute when he is shy. After drinking the coffee sukuna got up to the counter then came back with a cupcake from the cafe and shared it with you.

This whole date seemed like a sappy romance story you read from time to time. A mysterious hot man you just met, that could be rich and somehow interested in you. Or this could turn bad and be pulled into some illegal stuff. As the sun went down you were near the end of your date with sukuna and let out a sigh.

He was charming, sweet and so hot. You just needed a few more dates with sukuna just to see his personality. Again he walked you home before sunset But this time you gave him a hug to say your goodbye feeling the warmth that came from him and how built his body felt. Sukuna froze a little but then placed his arms around you in response to your hug. He forgot he was not in his business mode, not used to people hugging him, this was just two people out on a date.

After the date during the rest of the week the two of you texted each other all the time everyday or every night. You sent pictures of yourself cooking or sitting around the house, but mainly your bed. While he did the same but it was all him outside of a balcony or in an office, none of them were any of his home. You wondered why but you didn't question him, he probably liked his privacy.

You still always tell him how handsome he is in the suits and he always responds with a winking face or sending him a picture of himself winking at you. Still you can not believe how flirty the two of you have become. You just met him a few days ago and now it's like you can be normal around him. Shamelessly you started to save pictures of him he sent to you. Making one of the pictures of him winking as his contact photo, you ended up blushing everythime he called to say hello.

Sukuna began to notice his wife was coming home later than normal from her side of the company. He raised an eyebrow seeing her walk in quietly and fixed her shirt and fixed herself in the mirror by the door. "You alright dear?" Sukuna asked, startling her as if she was not expecting him to be home already or in the living room. She smiled and came to him, placing a kiss on his cheek telling him an i love you and walked away swaying her hips down the hall to the bedroom.

He noticed she was being more distant lately and not going after him for sex this week since she always does. It started to worry him that she was actually cheating on him now. He noticed she hadn't been on her period this month so she probably was about to start it. It was normal for her to act like this when about to start and to be irregular. She would be distant from him as if she didn't want him touching her. It hurts his heart to watch her push him away when all he does is want to make her feel better. All he wanted to do was comfort her to make her happy but he can not keep throwing himself to someone who won't accept him.

He was having a stressful morning trying to get people in order, running around the office figuring out meetings and responding to emails. His wife was ignoring him the whole morning, making him even more upset.

Sukuna watched his wife walk into his office and told him he was leaving for a while. He raised an eyebrow and said "where are you going?" She looked over at him and said "uhh I am just going out for a bit to the spa and relax. Why?" He leaned over his desk and said "because I worry about you. You are my wife. I am just wondering where you are going to make sure you are safe." She giggled and said "sukuna my love no need to worry I am a big girl I can handle myself." He watched her walk to him and place a kiss on his lips. He smiled and told her to be safe and watched her walk away.

Over the next few hours he texted his wife to see if she was alright and what she was doing but there was no response. He tried calling her then she answered with an annoyed voice. Why did she sound annoyed? "I was just calling to make sure you are alright, you are not answering my text." She scoffed at him over the phone and said "so needy sukuna I am trying to relax. Just leave me alone for a while please." He hung up with whatever and got ready to leave the office.

The whole drive he felt angry and wanted to go to the high in club to let off steam, maybe flirt with women but instead sukuna wanted to call you. Maybe you can calm him down well he knew you could. He parked his car near the outside shopping area then stripped off his suit coat, and tossed it in his car. Sukuna placed on his leather jacket hearing the phone ring for you hoping you will answer.

You suddenly answered with a smile and an excited "hello sukuna how are you today?" He sighed saying "not too well I had a stressful morning. What about you?"

You walked along the sidewalk with a book in your other arm saying "I was good today. I am actually out right now. Kinda been thinking about you." Sukuna smiled and closed his car door standing outside of it saying "where are you? I will meet up with you." "Where it was nice bumping into you." A playful smile pulled at your lips as he did the same. "I will be on my way sweetheart."

Sukuna walked to the same area where he ran into you as his eyes scanned the area to look for you till he heard his name being called out. His eyes locked onto you seeing the smile on your face waving at him and walking over to him with a chicken wrap in your hand. "Here I thought you might be hungry. I know it's your favorite." He chuckled with a bright smile and took the wrap saying thank you. You gave him a big smile feeling proud for making him feel better. Sukuna watched you pull out your own wrap and noticed the book in your arms as well.

"Another book?"

"Oh yes I saw this one and put a hold on it. It's about Japanese mythology. Though it's the smaller one, I have been wanting to get the bigger one with all the lore it comes with an art book of the creatures. But it's a little out of my pocket. And it has a beautiful cover box for the book." Sukuna unwrapped his food as you did the same taking bites of the wrap. You and him just walked alongside each other eating, not talking and found your way to a park to take a stroll around.

He enjoyed the time with you, hearing you laugh at his comments and the excitement of yours when you saw a dog coming your way. How you smiled at the little things and cared for the smallest of creatures. Pointing at birds that perched on trees taking pictures of butterflies and the setting sun. His wife never liked the thought of animals, calling them filthy and useless, some look better on a wall.

How much he changed as he got older and the new look on his life with his wife. He wanted everything to change.

The both of you heard the cries of a child as you looked over seeing a mother clean off the knee of a small boy who had fallen a foot away from you. She looked through her purse for a bandage but didn't have anything as she sighed and scoffed a damn it. You quickly pulled off your small backpack and dug through a small zipper bag shaped like a toad. Sukuna watched you curiously seeing you pull out a bandage from the bag.

He watched you walk over to the mother handing her the bandage to her as she thanked you and smiled. His wife would never do that because she thought kids were gross. You walked back to sukuna with a smile then continued your walk with him.

Sukuna was starting to have a deep crush on you and wanted to know you more on a personal level rather than your likes and dislikes.

"How do you feel about riches? What is your opinion on the rich life? Do you want to be rich?" You gave him a confused look and said "well that is a loaded question I have never been asked before." You looked down at the sidewalk in deep thought.

"Honestly I don't really mind money it's nice to have. But I am not set on needing to be rich. Extra money is nice to have to save up for later things in life, maybe better living. More books." You chuckled at the last part as he smiled and said "you like books don't you." "Is it not that obvious? Yes I love books. I want a big enough library in my home so I can just read, with a warm cup of tea, and a blanket. Possibly cuddling up against my man."

Sukuna smiled slightly and said "sounds wonderful." You smiled wide looking up at him and walked closer to him, noticing his pants looked like they were part of a suit and the dress shirt he was still wearing. "Did you just get off of work when you called?" He sighed and said "yes it was too much today." "You should take a vacation sometime. To a beach or a fancy getaway." You said as Sukuna chuckled looking at the sky saying "I wish but it probably involves me taking my work with me."

Feeling the wind chill over your exposed arms made you shiver and skin bump up. Sukuna noticed your discomfort and hugged yourself as he stopped making you look at him. He stripped off his jacket and handed it towards you offering you the clothing "Here." You took it slowly then traded his jacket for your small backpack.

"What is this some kind of sappy romance movie?" You said with a smile. He looked at you and said "I can just take it back."

Your arms went around the jacket and said "no it's warm." He smiled with a laugh and carried your bag. A smile formed on your face seeing such a handsome confident man like him carry a tiny backpack. For some reason you drifted closer to sukuna rubbing your arm against his feeling a heat rise to your cheeks. Smelling his scent from his jacket somewhat comforts you. The smell of natural soap, something of jasmine mixed with his man sent. Sukuna felt his hand graze yours as he looked to you from the corner of his eyes, seeing a blush on your cheeks while you took the wife of his jacket.

How you make his heart twist like a teenager again with a crush. He never got to be with someone like you. His whole life was nothing but forced to be with certain people for his rich status, to be with people for the photos and forced into a marriage. He took a step further with his beating heart and wrapped his hand around yours, intertwining his fingers through. A smile formed on your face feeling the warmth of his skin and strength of his hand without him squeezing it.

Sukuna looked at you to see if he made the right move and when he saw you smile and your fingers rub across his knuckles he knew he did the right thing. His thumb running over your knuckles comforting and easing your nerves.

"Hey sukuna what is your take on the life you want? Like what are your dreams?" It was your turn to ask life questions.

Sukuna took a glance at you and wanted to say, someone like you to be in his life. To say he hates the life he has now, that no one cares for what he wants, only doing it for the money.

"I don't really know, I guess I am just going with the flow of life. Wherever the river takes me. I mean it did throw you in my path. We would never know what holds in store for us later in life. Having someone to be there for me would be nice to have. But I can not complain about what I have now."

You stared at him listening to how knowledgeable his words are, while your answer would have just been a I don't know. He was right.

"Yea that is true but it's alright to feel frustrated from time to time. All we want in life is to be happy and to be a little greedy with something we want to make us happy. To take the pain away from the truth of life. Something to wash away your pain and forget the world."

Sukuna looked at you with a soft smile you hadn't seen on him before and it made your heart flutter. "Shall I take you home now." You would rather stay with him longer but you knew he had to go home, eat dinner and go to work in the morning. "I guess we should leave, I got to make dinner for myself." He chuckled then pulled your intertwined hand to his lips feeling them place a soft kiss to your knuckle. "If you like or want to, we can go on another date soon." You agreed with a smile and blush to your cheeks.

When you got to your place standing with your back to the door and facing sukuna with a smile as you stripped off his jacket trading it for your back pack. "Thank you for letting me use your jacket. Hope I kept it warm for you." Sukuna placed it on with a loud chuckle then smiled at you. You really didn't want him to go. He has been the best company you had in so long and life has been getting lonely.

You gaze trailed to his hand that was holding yours seeing the black nail polish on his finger nails that were not there when you went on the first date. "You painted your nails?" He lifted his hands to show you with a smile and said "I get bored at home sometimes so I paint them." You hummed then stepped closer to him feeling a little brave to wrap your arms around his torso and hug him. Sukuna froze then hugged you back as he leaned his head down and pressed his lips to your cheek.

The warmth of his lips on your cheek, made you blush and smile. Sukuna let you go and took a step back rubbing the back of his neck. "I will text you later." You nodded and said your goodbyes to him. As soon as you went inside your home you started to smile like an idiot and blush red trying to hide your face with your hands. You can not believe you ran into this man and now he is part of your life.

Over the week sukuna had been feeling really suspicious about his wife. She has not been home often and always comes home just before dinner or sometimes after. Sukuna didn't mind her being out with friends or having time to herself but it was the suspicious slow closing of the front door and fixing herself before she saw him. He does not want to interfere with her business but he is still worried. Then again why should he be? She is the one that wants nothing to do with him from time to time, and also flirts with any man at parties that she sees.

They had to attend a party after one of his meetings his wife dressed in a tight black low v neck dress with a slit open on the side to expose her leg. Sukuna dressed in one of his many suits a black cherry color suit with a maroon dress shirt and red bow tie. He wasn't much for wearing bows but somehow he wore it because he showed you a picture of him wearing a bow tie once. You thought he looked so cute and handsome in one. So he decided to wear one just with the thought of you.

He sent you a picture of himself tonight with a slight frown. You saw the picture he sent asking him what was wrong and he looked cute with a pout. He told you he had a meeting party tonight and doesn't really want to attend it.

Sukuna ran his hands through his hair and walked out with his wife hanging off his arm. He always thinks she looks amazing and sexy, he told her everything and it still pains his heart that she slowly stopped saying those to him. On the drive there his thoughts wondered, feeling guilty that he was even thinking of being with you instead. With his wife sitting next to him he placed a hand on her thigh giving it a squeeze.

She giggled and nuzzled against him, making him smile the first time in days that she actually touched him without laying down in bed. During the party like always his wife leaves his side to go walk around. So much for the cuddling in the car and the sweet soft romantic relationship. Sukuna stood drinking from his glass as he watched his wife from afar seeing her flirt with the many men that surrounded her. He scoffed and gave his glass to the bartender and went outside to get fresh air before he loses his mind.

His eyes gazed at a husband and wife sucking on eachothers faces making him turn away in disgust. How he wished he had that life with his wife now. Sukuna walked away from the party hearing the voices get lower then pulled out his phone to call you. He didn't know what he was doing exactly but he just needed to talk to you just to hear you. It felt like he just came her to drop off his wife to have fun.

"Hello sukuna!" He smiled hearing your voice excited to see him call you. "Hello sweetheart. Sorry if you were busy, the party here is a little boring." You smiled saying "no you didn't bug me I was just about to eat some ice cream." He smirked and said "going to save me some?" You giggled at his comment. "Nope sorry. This is all for me." You took a bite making a moaning sound "this is so good" you said teasing him.

Sukuna smirked with a chuckle, he liked hearing that sound from you. "Shouldn't be making those sounds darling." "Why? What are you going to do about it?" He licked his lower lip and said "might just have to go over there and show you why." You blushed and smirked, liking the way this conversation is heading. "Was that a promise or a threat?" "I don't know, maybe both." The both of you chuckled with smiles on your faces as he looked behind him thinking he should go back. "I need to go back now."

You pouted and said "aww I guess. Well goodbye sukuna. I will see you later." He said his goodbye to you then went back to the party and to his jealous saddened heart. He saw his wife dancing with another man. She never asked him if she wanted to dance. Sukuna walked his way over and cleared his throat with a deathly scowl to the man. The man looked to sukuna with a smirk and handed his wife over to him but not before kissing her knuckles.

It sent a flame of anger through his eyes, death glare at the man as he walked away. His wife giggled and leaned up to bite his ear lobe saying "I like the way you get angry." The night with all the sexual tension that sukuna had with thoughts of you he needed his release. So he let out the frustration out on his wife and she loved it. He pounded into her hearing her bark his name while she rode him digging her nails into his bicep. His fingers gripped her waist but he closed his eyes shamelessly thinking of you.

Wanting to feel himself deep inside you to hear your sweet moans, to hear you say his name. Again his wife released around him then stopped her movements. Sukuna looked at her with a growl and she slid off him giving him a pat on his stomach. "Why won't you let me cum in you?" He said with a frustrated tone and with a frown on his face. She only smiled to him and said "no kids sukuna I may be on the pill but those hardly are one hundred percent so sorry. You can fix it right."

She left him alone in the bed heading into the bathroom connected to their room. He sighed and put on his silk robe and went to the guest room bathroom. He decided a shower should be nice to wash off the things from today. But he still wanted his release as he went back to the room seeing his wife still in the bathroom.

Curious he silently walked up to the door staying quiet enough to hear her light moans through the door. He growled and took his phone then went back to the other bathroom then called you. He let the shower run, hearing the ring through his phone. He sighed thinking it might be too late to call you but to his surprise you picked up. "Hey sukuna." He smiled and said "hey you are still awake." You giggled and said "for now yes. I was actually getting bored. You alright?"

He hummed and then heard you say "are you in the shower?" "Kind of. I missed you." You smiled saying "it's only been an hour or two since you called. But I missed you too." He chuckled and said "how much did you miss me?" You laid down in your bed and said "a little too much i guess. Been thinking about what we should do for our next date." Sukuna hummed in response then said "you still curious about my tattoos, want to see them sweet heart?"

A blush filled your cheeks and hid yourself in your pillow saying "as a shameful woman yes." Hearing your phone go off with a text message you opened it still on the call with sukuna and saw the picture he sent you. Him shirtless in the shower with drops of water on his skin. The tattoos that trail over his chest and two lines across his stomach pointing to his v line just where the picture ended. You were speechless seeing his muscles and bare skin wishing to see more. There was no way this man is taking you on dates. As you saw the smirk on his face and wet hair in the picture it made you pool between your legs.

"Are you still with me darling?" Your thought was cut off by his voice through the phone and brought it back to your ear. "Uhh yes sorry. It's just. You look. Wow." He chuckled into a laugh and said "was it too much for you or do you want more of me to see?" Your face was red across your cheeks wanting to say yes just to see him all. "Just so you know darling you got me wanting you right now. I need a little help right now. If that is alright?"

Was he serious? He wanted you two to have phone sex. You never did that before but were you really going to turn down this sexy man. So you sent him something in return he got curious as to why you were not answering till his messages went off. He looked at it then a wide smirk filled his face. Seeing a picture of you slightly hiding your face away from the camera and breast bare out in the open for him to see. "That's a good girl. Don't be shy, you can play with yourself."

You whimpered and said "you better not be recording this weirdo." He chuckled and grabbed his cock with his free hand feeling his stiffness in his palm. "You got me hard darling twitching and aching to be inside of you." Hearing his words already made you wet, you could not believe you're doing this with a guy that you are not even intimate with yet. But you don't care, he is sexy, hot, sweet and handsome. You slipped your hand down between your legs and started to rub your aching nub feeling how much you dripped for him.

Moans of his name left your lips and bucked your hips. Sukuna pumped himself hearing you as he grunted squeezing around his shaft. "Yes sweetheart you like the thought of me pumping myself. You wish my cock was in you." Hearing his vulgar words made you moan. Yes you so badly want him here instead. "Yes sukuna I want you. I am so close already. You should see how wet I am for you."

He moaned fucking his hand hearing how sweet you sounded with the sounds his name from you. "Cum baby be a good girl for me yea." You moaned more and arched your back plunging your fingers inside of yourself and curling them to get enough of the sweet spot inside you. "Sukuna! Yes I am so close. Ah sukuna!" Feeling that knot break and creamed onto your own fingers. Sukuna groaned, throwing his head back squeezing his phone and his cock. He released a hard load on to the wall of the shower looking at the mess he made.

You heavily breathed into the phone then smiled and covered your face in shame. He let himself go saying "thank you darling I needed that. I will let you sleep now." You hummed and said "you owe me ice cream now." He laughed a little and said "I promise. Goodnight." "Sweet dreams sukuna." He felt his heart flutter when he hung up. He pressed his forehead to the wall of the shower and let out a heavy sigh. He didn't know what the hell he was doing.

You rolled up in your blanket after cleaning yourself, still a blush on your face as you laid there hoping you did well enough for him. Sukuna turned off the shower and dried himself off then placed his robe back on as he did his phone chimed. He looked over to it and saw a picture of you cuddled up in your bed with a text 'I wish you were here.' He smiled texting you a good night and walked back to his room to see his wife already asleep.

He forgot what happened a while ago so much for feeling like a marriage, so much for holding like she loves him.

The next day sukuna sat in his office checking emails and responding to things to expand his company. But he was not fully focused and had to keep retyping letters. His mind was full of guilt with thoughts of you. What the two of you shared last night was more than just people hanging out for comfort. He was starting to become lustful for you. He is a man who likes to break challenges and you are one of those, but he wanted you to break on him first and make the first move. If he can hide who he really is long enough for you to fall in love with him then just maybe he can leave this hell with his wife.

All of this was for money not for love she just saw him as a cash grab since her family was losing everything and he had to buy their company with a perk at the time of marrying their daughter. At first he thought it would be fun not to worry about dating anyone and fuck freely.

Now he didn't think that plan all the way through. He is older and smarter now wanting to experience those moments of falling in love. To raise a family and have kids to take over his company. With a loving wife at his side to comfort him on those bad days. Someone that can be just normal with him, not all about the business. A person like you.

Just as he was thinking about you he heard his phone chime. He looked at it, seeing a message from you. When he opened the message he saw a picture of you holding a chicken wrap with a bright smile on your face. Sukuna smirked and a quick short chuckle reading your next text. 'Thanks you got me hooked on these wraps'. He wished to be there with you.

After hours of being in his office he finally gets to go home and eat something. The drive home was boring and of course when he went inside his wife was nowhere. It's a habit she has been doing a lot, not that sukuna cares much anymore now. Sukuna stood in the kitchen making his food then went to sit in the living room with the TV on. Half way into his meal he heard the door open then looked over to see his wife. His eyes trailed her form waiting for her to say hello or I love you. His eyes trailed over her body then saw a red mark on her neck that she tried to cover with her coat when she walked inside. He cleared his throat, startling her as she looked over to him, slightly shocked to see him home.

He noticed her quickly covering her neck with her hand and smiled. "Hello dear, didn't know you were out here." Sukuna stood up with his brows furrowed and walked over to her. He grabbed her wrist as she looked up to him with worry then he pulled her hand away from her neck and the coat to the side off her shoulder.

His heart dropped; she was in fact cheating on him, seeing the red love bite on her skin. He let out a growl and dropped her hand saying "fuck this shit." Sukuna walked away from her as she chased after him into the room. "Why are you so upset? I was trying to get you a deal with someone that can help get us even more money. You should be proud of it." Sukuna grabbed a suitcase slamming it onto the bed and yelled "proud! You thought I would be proud of my wife cheating on me!"

She scowled at him and crossed her arms and said "oh like you have not been fucking other women behind my back." He looked at her hurt that she even thought that. "What are you talking about? I never once cheated on you. I have been loyal to you. Since we've been married. Now I find out you have been fucking men behind my back."

She rolled her eyes and looked away saying "I have not been fucking men I was only touching and flirting with them maybe a few kisses here and there but nothing more." He scoffed packing his suitcase and took it with him. "It's the same thing, just shut up and go back to wherever you came from. I am sure you like it better with him." He told her walking out of the bedroom to the living room.

"Sukuna, where are you going? It was just a hickey." He growled and said "leaving for a while I would rather be alone than to be here with a whore like you." She looked at dropping her jaw then scoffed with a snarl saying "sukuna really. Like you won't find anyone better than me."

Sukuna walked out his door and left in his car to the other housing he has that looked over the city. This is the house he wants to live in, one where he can raise his family. This house he bought during his marriage to think that he wants a life with her. He sighed and went to the bedroom in the home to hang up the suits and extra clothes he brought with him. Sukuna groaned, rubbing his face as he sat on the bed wanting then clenched his fist wanting to break things to let out his anger.

He checked his phone, seeing nothing from his wife. She really didn't care about what she had done. He growled standing up from the bed clenching his phone then slammed it into the floor breaking it into pieces. After calming down he saw what he did, letting a heavy breath from his nose. At least it was his phone and not the wall or a person.

He groaned and picked up the pieces of his phone off the floor then left his home to go get a new one. He would rather just not have a phone for the moment and try to calm down or even better just be with you. But he had a business to run so he needed to get a new phone. After getting one he drove through the city with the radio off and a elbow on the driver door resting his cheek on his knuckles bored out of his mind.

Sukuna heard the rain lightly patter on the car feeling his world coming apart. The thoughts of his wife still lingered on his mind as he scrunched his brows then slammed his palm against the steering wheel. "Fuck!" He can't take this he needs to see you rather you like it or not. He flipped a u turn at a light a drove off to your apartment parking outside looking at it debating his choices.

He shook his head taking his phone and jacket then made his way over to your front door standing in front of it and swallowed hard. Sukuna lifted his hand and knocked hard on your door. There was no answer so he checked the time on his phone seeing how late it was. He breathed out "shit."

Then he froze hearing your door unlock and open slightly seeing your face in shock. "Sukuna? What are you doing here?" He smiled slightly with a frustrated "hey." You noticed how drained he looked, his eyes looked hurt and his hair getting soaked from the rain going flat to his head. "Get in before you get a cold." He walked in when you opened the door, feeling the warmth of your home engulf his body.

He looked at your body seeing the oversized shirt you wore that barely covered your thighs. A smirk formed on his face, his mind running in dirty scenes. You looked at him and said "go sit on the couch I will be back." Sukuna nodded and took a seat looking around your living room, seeing a few plants, pictures of scenery, landscapes and a bookshelf by the tv. You came back with a hand towel then stood in front of him handing out the towel. "Here dry your hair."

Sukuna took it with a side smile saying "thanks." He began to dry his hair making it more of mess after he was done. A smile filled your face holding back a giggle seeing his pink hair stick up in different places. "Hey sukuna you alright? Why are you out so late?" He hung his head low and leaned his forearms on his thighs saying "it's not a good night. Some family life trouble. I just needed to see you before I lost my mind."

You frowned and said "do you want to talk about it?" He grunted not looking at you then he quickly reached out his hands grabbing you by the hips and pulled you to fall in his lap. Your legs straddled him, feeling his groin between your legs as your shirt started to rise up. The heat and blush filled your cheeks, trying to push away from sukuna. "Hey what are you doing?"

Sukuna groaned and wrapped his arms around your torso saying "stop squirming can I hold you please?" You froze feeling his hold on you, it made your heart flutter and your core ache for him being so close. He placed his face into your neck breathing in your scent feeling calm then felt your hand rub across his back.

"Sukuna, if you ever need to talk or need a place to be i am always here." You felt his lips press against the crook of your neck sending your skin a flame. He pulled away to look at you seeing your eyes and flushed face then leaned in closer to you. His lips hovered right over yours, noses brushed against his and you felt his warm breath on your skin.

There were no words exchanged as you both leaned into each other. Feeling his lips press against yours, so soft, warm and demanding when he leaned in harder against you. Lips moving in sync as you parted your mouth a little feeling his tongue lick your lower lip, you opened to let him. His tongue invaded your mouth giving your tongue a swirl and a seductive flick when he pulled away. You took a deep breath licking your lips tasting him then went in for more.

Tongues battle for dominance but you let him take over as you push your hips against his. Sukuna kept his eyes closed feeling you against him, the way your lips molded against his and the soft touches to his bigger frame. He needs you and wants you. He slowly slipped his fingers under your shirt and slid his hands fully under your shirt grasping your hips. You opened your eyes slightly to look at his face letting out a gasp from his touch. "Sukuna." You lightly moaned out his name making him groan against your lips.

Sukuna moved his face and hid it in your neck giving a light bite then put his lips to your ear. "May I have you tonight?" A bright blush filled your face, you want to go into bed with him but you also wanted to wait and not give into him so fast. "I am sorry if I am putting pressure on you. But you got me thinking about being between your legs ever since that night."

You could feel the warmth cream of your arousal pool out soaking your underwear. "S..sukuna let's go to my room." He let you go as he got a view of the underwear you're wearing, lacy thin and black. He smirked following you down a hall to your bedroom getting the more personal view of you.

Seeing two more book shelves filled with books and plush animals, some statues throughout it. The clothes are thrown on the floor in a corner, a few tea cans littering the tables. You held down the bottom of the shirt to cover yourself as he watched you clear off the bed tossing some things on the dresser including your laptop.

When you leaned over the bed to grab things, your shirt raised all the way passed your ass giving sukuna perfect view of you. The plump roundness fit into such small tight panties leaving so much of the bare skin to his view. He could feel the tightness in his pants when his cock twitched to be inside of you, imagining the feeling of the plumpness pressed against him as he fucks you from behind. His eyes roamed over your figure then went to your face seeing you looking straight back at him.

Sukuna dropped his smirk and looked away hearing you shifted around then say "alright the bed is ready." He looked back to you noticing how shy you were, and wondered if this was your first time. "I just want to know before we do anything, is this your first time?"

You blushed putting out your hands saying "no no its just been a while since I last had sex. And you are really intimidating." He heard the last part and laughed crossing his arms. "If I am really that scary will it be better if I get down on my knees let you have the higher ground."

You shook your head and walked over to him pressing your body to his. Sukuna looked down at you, releasing his arms, putting them around you watching and feeling your hands run over his chest. "I am just nervous to have my heart broken again. So I am scared to open my heart to someone. And you have been nothing but caring to me so I am just worried you will only want one thing."

Sukuna hummed, raising a hand to your face, carefully taking your chin between your fingers forcing you to stare at him. "Darling who ever said I was letting you go. Yes I do like sex in relationships but I give with a full heart."

You smiled brightly to him then stepped away from his frame enough to grab the bottom of your shirt and pull it over your head revealing your naked torso to sukuna. Your breast free to his eyes only in your lace panties making him groan out a little.

Sukuna followed you soon after peeling off his shirt and unbuckling his belt, letting his pants drop to the floor. You stood there stunned to see a full body. The muscles of his puffed chest and the rolls of his abs all covered with the tattoos, seeing it here in person. His thick arms you just wanted to be wrapped up in, eyes trailing down to his front view that you so wished to see from the shower picture. The strain tightens the fabric ready to release whatever beast it was holding back.

Sukuna did the same gazing over your natural curvy figure with some natural plump to your tummy and legs. Every woman he was with before his marriage was trying to be the model type. Skinny, big breasts and big ass with skimpy clothing. He questioned if most of them were even real and it disgusted him to even think he laid with them. Even his wife started to go on a diet to lose weight ignoring the compliments he told her all the time she is perfect the way she is.

Seeing you starting to get shy he acted fast moving to you and pulled you closer against him. His lips smashed to yours pushing you back till you hit the bed and laid onto it pulling him on top of you. Sukuna kissed you with so much passion slipping his legs between yours you just opened your legs for him. He chuckled against your lips then trailed his mouth across your jaw finding the spot on your neck that made you moan when he kissed it.

"Sukuna…" he hummed against your skin, feeling the vibration through your neck. He begin to roll his hips grinding his clothed erection on your clothed soaking folds. "Y/n. You're beautiful." Your heart fluttered, putting your hands into his fluffy hair still feeling the dampness from the rain.

Sukuna moved away from your body seeing you laying on your back face flushed pink, breast perky and nipple hard from the cool air. "Can I take these off?" He asked as he hooked his fingers into the side of the laced fabric. You nodded seeing the smirk on his face then pulled down your panties while you lifted your hips making it easier for him to take them off. He gazed at you fully bare and naturally it made his heart skip a beat, you are truly beautiful to him.

It was his turn as he stared at you while stripping down his underwear letting his hard shaft spring up. Your eyes widened seeing his full cock thick and bigger than average, his pink mushroom tip oozing with precum. He grabbed himself and started to pump his fist as you let out a gasp then looked to his eyes half lidded and full of lust.

"Do you have condoms?" You shook your head saying no as he sighed. "I will be alright with out one. That is if I can trust you." Sukuna smirked and leaned over your body saying "I am clean if that is what you are worried about and I will pull out when I am about to cum."

You shifted onto the bed letting sukuna climb onto the bed towering over you as you spread your legs. He smirked, kissed you hard, rubbing his erection across your folds making you moan into his mouth. He rested onto one forearm and used his other free hand to cup your breast then released your mouth to trail his lips down your neck. You knew where this was leading feeling hot hot breath along your skin teasing your breast then felt him lick your nipple.

A moan left your lips as you closed your eyes enjoying the warm swirl of his tongue on your breast then felt him move to the other while his hand massaged the other. When he pulled his mouth away a pucker sound came from it, feeling them get more hard from his saliva cooling on your skin. "Sweetheart let me feast on you?"

Your cheeks tinted with a blush but ignored his question as he stared at you with those lustful dark crimson eyes. He continued to make eye contact with you as he moved down your stomach giving light kisses across your stomach while he moved. He stopped between your legs hovering over your wet flesh seeing a proud smirk on his face then took a whiff of you. "You smell so sweet my dear."

You watched him lick his lips feeling embarrassed you covered your half of your face still watching him. Sukuna leaned down holding your legs apart spreading you wide and stuck out his tongue giving your lower lips a long lick. "Oh fuck. " you breathed out laying your head back hearing his chuckle and felt his lips around your clit swirling his tongue around your bud.

Your hands covered your face feeling the way he worked on you sucking and licking every part of your folds then you felt him move for just a moment to say "this pussy tastes great."

Sukuna moved a hand sliding two of his fingers across you slick heat lubricating them just before he slipped them into your wet cave. A moan fell from your mouth feeling his thick fingers curl against a good spot pumping them in and out of you while his tongue still swirled around your clit. "Damn sukuna..this feels great." You started to buck your hips wanting to feel his fingers deeper inside of you while the knot in your lower abdomen begin to build.

"Sukuna..ahh..I am getting closer.." Your hands gripped the blanket under you digger your fingers into it while sukuna took a quick look at your face seeing you in pure bliss. He though you had enough and pulled out his fingers from you and leaned up seeing you looked at him with a pout to your lips. It made him smile, to think his wife would flip out if he did that to her.

Sukuna made sure you watched him sink his cream coated fingers into his mouth, licking them clean. Your eyes widened and watched him grab his cock positioning himself between your legs rubbing his tip across your folds while pumping himself. You shamelessly whimpered to bucked your hips to him wanting him in you. "Sukuna please I want you in me."

He leaned over you pushing his tip through your entrance and slowly pushed himself forward, feeling how tight you are as he sunk into you inch by inch. Your eyes rolled back, closing them feeling his length stretch you open filling you up till he bottomed out. "Fuck you are so tight. Such a good girl taking in my cock." You moaned out to him then wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him down closer on top of you.

His lips pressed against yours starting to move slowly, pulling out and sinking back in hearing your desperate whimpers. "Sukuna move faster, please give it to me." Sukuna chuckled, pressing his lips to your neck saying "as you wish darling." He begins to pick up his pace, thrusting faster and harder into your soaking cunt. Feeling his thick cock slide through your every part inside you.

You were already close to breaking, letting out louder moans of his name as he leaned up on his hands looking down at you. "Scream my name, don't hold back. If you want to cum then cum hard." Your chest flutters and pussy tightens around him hearing those words but then he grabs your legs, lifting them higher to folds you. Sukuna was now above you pounding his cock into you at a new angle hitting that good spot inside you.

Sukuna could feel your gummy warm and wet wall clench around him making him groan a deep moan. Hearing this man lose himself to you put so much pride and lust through you. You latched around him digging your nails into his upper back feeling him about to lose himself thrusting hard and fast. The breathy pants and moans filled the room as the rain outside patterned on your window and the bed creaked with the rhythm of his thrusts.

You began to chant his name, feeling your knot build while sukuna gripped the blanket with your head hovering above you. You could see how much of a strain it was for him not to go full force and be rough with you. He opened his eyes to gaze at your face seeing your mouth hung slightly open, lustful eyes and flushed face. His chest began to throb with guilt and lust, the thoughts of his wife realizing that he was now in an affair. He should just stop and leave you for good but the reason he started this is because he was being cheated on. "Fuck."

He closed his eyes looking away as you whimpered. You can tell something was bugging him. His pace was getting out of rhythm so you reached out your hands to cup his face making him look at you. A smile formed on your swollen pink lips and said "sukuna fuck me. Hold me tight."

Sukuna groaned and started to rut his hips into you feeling how wet and tight your pussy became just for him. You pulled him down to you, feeling you about to snap. "Sukuna keeps going right there. Fuck don't stop."

It didn't take long til you squeezed around him and gushed your cream around his cock. "Sukuna! Fuck! Cum in me I want you to fill me up." He felt the way you twitched around him pussy pulsing against his cock he moved back and grabbed your hips tight. He started to pound into you slamming you against him by your hips. His eyes roamed over your face and saw your breasts bounce with each thrust. Sukuna groaned and closed his eyes with his head back letting out a deep moan as he released milky ropes of his cum and slowed down his pace to a halt.

Its been a while since he was able to cum inside of his wife and getting to do it with you made it all the better. You breathed heavily looking at anywhere else but him and after realizing what you told him to do.

Sukuna pulled out the feeling of you so tight it milked every last drop from him and saw the cream leaking from your hole. You felt it leak from you as you hid your face from him feeling the shame. You shouldn't have done this so soon but you loved it. Sukuna sat down on the edge of your bed looking at the floor and let out a sigh.

You sat up covering yourself with a blanket and looked at his back seeing the tattoos over his shoulder blades. "Was I that bad?" He looked to you quickly with a smirk and a chuckle saying "no darling you are amazing. Its just my head is getting clogged with useless thoughts. I am sorry for leading you into this." You smiled and crawled over to him pressing your chest to his back giving him a hug.

"Sukuna, why don't we lay down? It's really late and I am tired. You went pretty hard." You giggled as he let out a chuckle and turned to look, seeing your smile that made his stubborn heart swell. "You don't mind me staying here tonight?" He saw you give him a sweet smile watching you get up from the bed saying "get comfortable i am going to go into the bathroom real quick."

He watched you walk away still naked and disappeared into the bathroom. Sukuna took his chance to dig into his pants pocket pulling out his phone then crawled into your bed. He looked at the time and saw no messages from his wife as he let out a scoff then tossed the phone on your side table and laid his head back on your pillow. Part of him thinks he should just leave and go back home to deal with the problem with his wife but then looking at you emerge from the bathroom his face lit up.

Seeing the full view of your naked body makes him smirk and place his arms behind his head roaming his eyes over your body. You smiled getting to the bed and laid under the blanket looking at sukuna. He smirked, turning on his side, both of you looking at each other in silence. "You know you have a lot of books." You giggled and moved closer to him saying "guilty I love books and I want more. Do you like to cuddle?"

He saw how shy you were getting, causing a soft smile on his lips and wrapped a arm around you pulling against his body. "It's been a while since I had comfort with someone so come here and sleep." You nuzzled against his chest feeling safe in his arms and closed your eyes. Sukuna just stared at your face seeing you slowly fall asleep, how soft your cheeks are and you just looked peaceful. Sukuna wish he could be that calm. He just held you close placing a kiss to your forehead telling you a goodnight and fell asleep right after.

In the morning you opened your eyes and his your face into your pillow with a groan not wanting to get up. You moved around feeling the ache in your muscles then rolled into another body in the bed. You froze remembering what happened last night looking to see sukuna still asleep. Seeing his fluffy pink hair in a sleepy mess his face looked so relaxed and taking deep breaths. A smile formed on your face then softly ran a hand through his hair but the morning silence was interrupted by a phone ringing.

You quickly looked over at the noise seeing it was your phone that was going off but somehow it didn't disturb him. "Shut up phone." You sat up and took your phone off the table that laid next to his then saw it was your mother calling. Letting out a sigh you answered in a quiet tone. You looked back at sukuna and said "hey mom is everything alright?"

"Hey little one yes everything is fine I haven't checked on you in a while. Did you just wake up?" You pulled the phone away looking at the time seeing it was already eleven. "Yea I was pretty drained last night."

"Darling you had fun last night when you screamed my name telling me not to stop." You jumped slightly hearing sukuna then looked at him with a shocked expression saying "sukuna quiet I am on the phone with my mother."

Your mother heard you and said "who is sukuna? Where are you? Is that a man?" You put the phone back to your ear blushing and said "uhh yes that was a guy and I am at home." She laughed and said "is that your boyfriend? Did you find someone and is he nice?" You sighed rubbing your face saying "mom can I call you later. Please I got to go." As you hung up sukuna chuckled and sat up leaning his chest to your back then placed a kiss on your shoulder.

"So I am your boyfriend hmm." You smirked then pressed your lips to his cheek and said "that is if you want me as your girlfriend." He smirked and put his arms around your torso saying "well you took my cock in you. So I assume you belong to me now." You scoffed with a giggle and said "sukuna so vulgar. But I don't see your name on me." He gave you a seductive smirk then leaned his lips to your neck. "Well then that has to change. Why don't I give you a bite mark."

Sukuna opened his mouth and gave you a light bite, you could feel his teeth on your skin. That little motion he did ignite something in you, the chills that ran through you as you let out a breathy sigh. He let out a deep sexy chuckle and began to suck and lick that part of your neck. You moaned out and leaned back against him.

His arms snaked around you then trailed them up to your breast giving them a squeeze. You became so needy for him but you tried to squirm again from him. "Sukuna..not now. We just woke up." He hummed against your skin ignoring you still as he moved one hand down to between your legs grazing his fingers across your already soaked folds. You bit your lower lip but then let out a light moan and willingly opened your legs to him.

"That's a good girl." He is so vulgar and dominate it put your womb a flame. Sukuna sunk his fingers into you, curling them and slowly begin to pump while rubbing your clit with his thumb. More whimpers and light moans came from laying your head back giving him more access to you neck, feeling his lips suck on your neck but in a different spot. You wanted to tell him to stop but your body wants to keep going.

He leaned back a little and plunged his fingers deeper inside hearing your moans and squishing sounds of your witness against his hand. You moved a hand to grab his hand on your stomach intertwining your fingers through his and the other combing through the side of his hair. "Sukuna don't stop. Ahh I am so close." He pulled his lips away seeing the two reddish purple marks on your neck forming a proud smirk on his face. "Cum baby. Cream all over my fingers like a good girl yea."

He put you over the edge with just his words and voice, you snapped and yelled out his name releasing on his fingers. "That's my good girl." You felt him pull his finger you breathed hard then relaxed into his body and looked to him with a slight smile watching him lick his fingers clean. "I am going to shower you want to join me."

Sukuna gazed at his phone and sighed saying "I will let you take yours first. I have a little problem to get rid of." You moved away from him looking down to his groin seeing his harden shaft. A giggle escaped your lips and you quickly grabbed his cock with your hand. He sucked in a breath feeling you squeeze his shaft and pump your hand. "Just so you know I never done this before so give me a break if its not to your liking." He groaned and watched you with a smirk then saw you leaned down to put his tip in your mouth.

The feeling of your warm mouth and the swirl of your tongue around the mushroom head, he let out deep groans and gripped the blanket while bucking his hips slightly. You jerked the rest of him while trying to go down on him lower but your throat was not having it. When he bucked up a little too hard you gaged then pulled away coughing covering your mouth. He looked at you worried but then saw how embarrassed you were.

"Hey darling it alright. It was my fault I should have held back. Don't be embarrassed c'mere." He grabbed your arm and pulled you to him then smashed his lips to yours kissing you lovingly.

Sukuna decided he would take a shower with you, it was for him to not keep his hands off you. For the first time he was finally experiencing heart racing and normal dating, with a woman who actually cares for him. You both helped each other clean off, putting the strawberry scented soap in your hands then rubbed it against his chest. "Sorry for the girly soap but the scent will match your hair."

Sukuna laughed while washing the soap over you then placed a big kiss to your cheek and pulled you under the water with him to wash off. After the shower and getting dressed it was silent between the two of you and doubt began to set in your mind.

"So will I see you again or was this session just a one time thing." He looked at you and walked over cupping your face seeing the hurt in your eyes. "Why do you have that look? You think I am just going to drop you because i got sex." You shrugged and walked between his arms wrapping yours around his torso saying "I just want to finally have someone who loves me." Sukuna gulped realizing the situation he got himself into but he is ryomen sukuna he can do what he wants.

His wife is fucking someone behind his back why does he not do the same but he also doesn't want to hurt you. "Hey sweetheart I told you. You belong to me now. I got to go check in for work I will talk to you later. Don't be sad, cheer up doll face."

Sukuna squeezed your cheeks making you laugh telling him "alright I get it go on to work. Call me later. Be careful kuna." He looked at you raising a eyebrow repating "kuna?" "Yea kuna that is your nickname from me." Sukuna smirked and said "I like it. What about you book worm." You scoffed and said "no not that, give me a cute nickname. Think about on you way to work no go before you get in trouble."

He felt you push him slightly, telling him to go, making him chuckle as he walked to your front door. "Alright sweetheart I am going now, I will call you later." You waved bye to him then closed the door and got ready for the day.

During the drive sukuna had many thoughts running through his head making his mood back to his grumpy cold self. He should just go back home and patch things up with his wife for the company. But fuck them he wanted to do what he wants. It wasn't like his wife cared for him that much. Like she told him she was doing it for the money. Trying to sleep with men just to get them in his company.

He wouldn't mind if it worked both ways and he was allowed to sleep with other women. But she had already assumed he was sleeping around and went on ahead to do it herself. He doesn't feel too guilty about seeing you but deep down the thought hurts. Later that night sukuna did call you, both of you had talked for almost an hour on the phone. His wife never called, which upset him to know that she didn't worry if he was alright but you did, asking if he was alright and if he wanted to come back over. Sukuna wanted to but he had to stay away for the night to think about the upcoming in his life.

Ahh thank you so much for reading! likes and reblogs are much appreciated!

Sukuna just wants to have a real love life. He never knew he needed it till he got older now he has to hide his true self just to keep you in his arms. T-T

Chapter 2 >

#sukuna x reader #ryomen sukuna x reader #jjk x reader #ceo!au #ceo!sukuna x reader #ryomen sukuna #sukuna #jujutsu kaisen #sukuna smut #ryomen sukuna smut #ceo!sukuna #human!sukuna #human sukuna #ceo au #ceo sukuna

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honeyglz · 2 years ago

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</3 Breaking up w/ mha characters + little snippets </3

A/N - Let me know if you guys want full length fics for any of these cause I may or may not do some. Im starting this off with the main three but hopefully Ill do more characters later. Also Shoto's is a lil shorter than the rest my bad. Yk the drill on rpoof reading.

Reader- GN for Bakugou and Deku, fem used for Todoroki (Though it could be veiwed as more of a Afab reader instead, just mind the pronouns) , She/Her, You/Your/ Yours

Disclaimer- I do not own any of the characters aside from my depiction of Y/N.

Pairings (separate) - Bakugou x (engaged)reader, Deku/Midoriya x (dating) reader , Todoroki x (engaged) reader

Warning- Mentions of violence/death/injury (No abusive relationship is written in this it is just part of their jobs as hero's). Arranged marriage for Shoto's

Category- Angst Check Master-list for follow up's for each character.

-♡- ✮Bakugou K.✮

Reason: He didn't care enough to make time

Plain and simple.

He's a busy guy, esp once he becomes a pro hero

It starts off small too

He misses the good morning kiss he usually gives you

Next its coming home late

At first you thought maybe he was just tired.

Until he starts blowing off dates. Here you were. Sitting in your chair uncomfortable with the amount of whispers that you could hear. 3 hours you had been waiting. Pity glanced brushed off your shoulders as you sighed flagging down a waiter. "ready to order?" the waiter said in a small voice as he watched you try to cover the sadness in your tone "Yea.. Ill take.."

Katsuki arrived home later that night. Covered in soot and ash as he lay on the couch.

You found him in the morning, still fast asleep.

You sighed as you let it slide, he was busy, surely it was a one time thing right?

Wrong

So so very wrong

He had missed a total of 20 dates

20 .

It wasn't until you finally had enough of being second place to his job did you try and talk to him...

Bad idea. It was late. The glow from your alarm clock light your face, dried tears staining your checks. You looked down at the sliver ring on your finger. Unaware of the door to your shared apartment having been opened. Katsuki's footsteps were heavy, sluggish movements as he kicked off his boots. His gauntlets thrown carelessly onto the couch noticing the dim light from your shared bedroom. Tracking his way into the room he noticed you staring down at your ring, twisting it nervously as you spaced out. A low grumble snapped you from your thoughts as you stared up at him, eyes devoid of the warm glow he fell in love with. "Bakugou. We need to talk." His thoughts came to a halt at your words. Why the actual fuck were you using his last name? He rubbed his eyes tiredly as he sighed clearly annoyed at the shit you were trying to pull. "Can this wait, Im fucking tired and-" he huffed only to be cut off "It can't wait." There was a cold sadness to your voice, foreign to his ears. He had to be hearing things. He watched as you stood only now taking in the rest of the room. Your things were missing. "Did we get robbed or sumthin- where the fuck is all your stuff" He said making a vague gesture to what now felt like a very empty room. Katsuki's eyes landed on the packed suitcase. Everything clicking in place now. You were leaving. He felt a lump form in his throat as he looked you over. You looked almost as tired as him. You kept your eyes low fidgeting with the ring once more before speaking. Your words calm and thought out. "I think we should take a break" Now. Katsuki has grown alot in the past years. But something inside him snapped at hearing the dreaded words fall out of your mouth. To him you were giving up on him. Like everyone else. Emotions swirled through his scarlet eyes before an anger bubbled over them.

Yeaaaa.....

Safe to say you both didnt recover from that. -♡- ✮Midoriya I. (Deku !!)✮

Reason- He's too scared of leaving you that he kept you at arms length.

You heard me right folks

Poor bby is scared that one day he wont be around and he'll leave you all alone

Solution?

Leave you all alone while he's still alive :D

Being fr tho ever since he became the new symbol of peace he's had this unconscious state of "Any moment may be my last"

Thing is he didn't really develop this until one night.... There had been a villain attack, one far more catastrophic then anyone would have predicted. Izuku came home hours later battered and bruised beyond belief. Walking into the your shared house it wasn't until he heard muffled cries that he snapped out of his daze rushing to the source only to find you, clutching his shirt, tears streaming down your face as the sound of the news blasted through the room. You turned your head to see your boyfriend, leaning against the door frame, splattered with blood and dirt his clothes torn with wounds oozing the horrid crimson liquid. Your glossy eye's met forest green and you sprang to your feet tripping as you fell, hands gripping his. That night Izuku fought tears while he watched you try to scold him between sobs about how he should have called you. How scared you were and how much you needed him to come home after stuff like that. Something in him switched that night. He never wanted to see you cry like that again.

And so he distanced himself

AND I DONT WANT ANYONE BEING LIKE

"Oh why dont u just come home early when stuff like that happens or be more careful"

At the end of the day there is no guarantee he'll be able to call you.

Or that he'll always be safe

There's no guarantee He'll be alive at the end of the day.

Its the realistic statistic's of his life

And of course being the symbol of peace, he had to accept that

But the thought of leading you on with the rest of the world

Leading you to think that every night he'll be there to lay next to you.

Allowing you to feel so much pain if he ever did leave.

The thought alone had him uneasy.

So he did the only thing he could think of.

Letting you leave first. You sighed as you packed your things, Izuku watching out of the corner of his eye, trying his best to act indifferent to it all. "I think that's the last of it..." You said gripping the handle as you looked over to the man you had loved for years. The man that you thought you would marry. The man who now wouldn't even spare you a glance. A uninterested hum echoed through the house. Utter shock painting your face as you scoffed biting back tears that threatened to spill once again. You turned on your heel hand hovering over the cool steel of the door handle before you stopped. "You're not the man I fell in love with, not anymore." You turned the handle leaving the shattered man behind. The slam of the door making the hero flinch. He did it. He kept you save. So why was he still crying? -♡- ✮Todoroki S.✮

Reason - He never gave it a chance

You two had been young when your parents arranged for you both to be wed.

You were told since day one about it.

Shoto, not so much.

It wasn't until he turned 18 was he told of this.

His first thoughts?

He hated it.

He hated the whole idea.

He despised it so much that he fought tooth and nail to get out of it. "You're not listening to me- I don't want to marry someone I've never met!" Anger filled his body as he yelled at his stoic father. The man never once cracking a look of sympathy for his son. Instead he stood up, firm eyes trailing down to the duo coloured ones below. "She had no problem with it. I don't see why you're making such a fuss, its for the family's blood line and-" Shoto felt flames crawl up his skin as he listened to his fathers ramble. Tired of it all he left leaving the man talking to thin air. He paced his training room before sending the room into a pit of rage filled flames. Ice covered the windows as he let out all his pent up anger. Cursing aloud at how foolish anyone would be to marry someone they didn't know.

Safe to say he didnt even want to meet you.

But you did and eventually got engaged.

But it was all a lie.

He didn't love you. He made sure you both knew it -♡- A/N I ran out of room. :/ I can redo Shoto's if yall end up liking this idk

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stevetonyweekly · 1 year ago

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SteveTony Weekly - November 26th

I’m traveling this weekend (at this point I’ve been in the car about 5hrs and have another 8 to go today) so I asked for a few tropes to share fics from. Thanks so much to @ishipallthings & @iwillsinkwithmyships for their suggestions.

As evere, please leave comment and kudos for your author.

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Bodyguard AUs:

it goes like this -- by Areiton

It goes like this, really--

He wants Tony.

He wants him like he needs air to breath, wants to wipe away all the ones who came before him with mouth and tongue and bruise tight hands.

He wants Tony and he’s terrified.

I could lie tangent to your curves by RurouniHime

Steve is bodyguard to a prominent young socialite with too much genius on his hands... and who has taken an unfortunate shine to him.

(Written for royal_chandler, who won the bid for my offer in Marvel Trumps Hate 2018.)

Triple-A Rated by iam93percentstardust

Three assassination attempts in two weeks. That's gotta be some kind of record. Three attempts - and that doesn't even count the Ten Rings. Tony's pretty sure that Stane's trying to kill him again. Fury's pretty sure of the same thing, which is why he starts sending agents to protect him. It's just that Tony doesn't like any of his new bodyguards - except one.

Safety by CSHfic, VSfic

The suit needs repairs, and Tony thinks he's being clever when he tells the Avengers that Iron Man is away on personal business...until Steve helpfully volunteers to be Tony's bodyguard in his place.

Historical AU

Looking for Heaven by foxxcub

When young Lord Anthony Stark learns Steven Rogers has enlisted in the army, he thinks he's seen the last of his tiny, headstrong, haughty stable boy. But four years later, Lord Stark gets an unexpected visit from Steve, whose mother has fallen gravely ill and into financial ruin. Even more unexpected, Steve agrees to a shocking proposal: they will marry, giving Steve the necessary funds to save his mother, and Tony the much-needed reprieve from harassing would-be suitors. It is a business arrangement, nothing more. But as time goes on and circumstances arise, Tony begins to learn that keeping his heart away from his husband is easier said than done.

Maybe Tomorrow by scifigrl47

Tony Stark may well be the richest man in America. In the depths of the Great Depression, that's no small claim. When a plot is hatched for him to take in an orphan for a week, everyone knows it's a publicity stunt. No one knows it better than Officer Steve Rogers, but he's got a job to do, and he's going to do it. Doesn't mean he's going to approve.

Yes, it's an Annie AU.

Yes. That Annie.

Love Match by FestiveFerret

Tony had but one goal for the season: secure a marriage proposal from an alpha with the position and means enough to remove him from his father's house. Love was wholly irrelevant to the matter.

Peep Show by BladeoftheNebula

“Alright there, Sugar?” A voice came from behind him and he whipped around to see an omega with a little box of tokens. “You know you got to put one in to start right?”

Steve felt his face heat. “Yes ma’am. I was just uhh—“

“First timer?” He nodded and she gave him an encouraging smile. “Well, don’t worry, there’s glass behind the curtain, so the omegas can’t bite.” Then she winked. “That costs extra.”

Steve’s face got even hotter. He certainly wasn’t doing that.

Steve knew he wasn't any omega's first choice, or hell, even third. But what starts as a visit to a seedy Peep Show in Manhattan ends up changing his life for good.

An Inglourious Affair by morphia

In 1944, Steve's commando team, The Basterds, are off to fight nazis in France. Tony joins their efforts after intelligence suggests that Herr Kleiser, a German scientist, has set his sights on making a massive nuclear bomb. Their mission: Get to Kleiser before he completes his evil plan. What neither of them had planned for, however, was to fall in love in the middle of the worst war either of them had ever seen.

Mail Order Bride/Arranged Marriage

Object: Matrimony by BladeoftheNebula

Omega Tony Stark craves adventure and an escape from the life his parents have planned for him in New York. He places a listing in a marriage catalogue to seek a match with an alpha out West, and Sheriff Steve Rogers answers his advertisement. But finding a nice alpha doesn't mean it's all smooth sailing from there...

I Whisper Your Name on Each Star I See Falling by JezebelGoldstone, littleblackbow

The day Natasha first told Steve her idea, he never would have dreamed that her fool notion would land him here: watching the train roll into the station and trying to wrap his mind around the fact that somewhere in there is the man who agreed to marry him.

Steve, an alpha farmer living outside a small town in the Rockies who doesn't want to admit how lonely he is, has been exchanging letters with omega Tony for nearly a year. When at last Tony arrives in Big Eden, Steve is confronted with the fact that he doesn't know Tony as well as he thought he did - and falls for him harder than a landslide anyway.

rearrange my heart (to fit your smile) by starklystar

"You dare," Howard's chair makes an ugly noise as it scrapes against the stone floors, the chatter of the room shifting into hushed whispers and stolen glances. "I am your father and your King!"

"My King is my husband," Tony tips his chin up, defiant. "And I refuse to hear you suggest that my husband has been anything other than good to me."

Next to him, he feels Steve's shoulders stiffen in surprise.

Howard's fist slams loud on the table. "Your husband does not even love you!"

Tony jerks back, burned. He knows that. Knows that Steve did not marry him for love – does not need any reminder of the cold truth, of what he desperately yearns for and can't even hope to have – but the harshness of Howard's words was scalding, and Tony can't afford for this to go any further.

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Or, King Steven marries Prince Tony, Tony is pretty sure he shouldn't panic when he falls in love with his own husband, and Steve tries his very best not to cause diplomatic crises.

Keyword: try

#stevetony weekly #steve rogers #tony stark #stevetony #stony #iron man #captain america #stevetony fic #stony fic #fic rec

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avelera · 10 months ago

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Come Live with Me and Be My Love ☼: how i came up with the idea :)

Funny enough, I can share with you the EXACT post detailing my thought process back from when I first had the idea!

But to looking back... I think I really just wanted to do a "fake dating/arranged marriage" type AU where Dream is sort of forced to fall in love with Hob throughout the course of pretending to be in a relationship?

Like I truly think that if you put a gun to his head and told Dream "You have to marry ONE living human and stay with them for a year," he'd first scoff at the notion and think it's beneath him but again, gun to his head, would probably be like, "Hob has occasionally amused me in the past and might not be totally unbearable/doomed if I was forced to spend more than the usual amount of time with him so, sure, let's go with Hob." But like... not *really* expecting to get anything more out of it for himself beyond some mildly interesting sex?

But I think Hob is kind of the essence of, "I do much better in the interview than on the application." Like on *paper* as a former peasant etc, he's not really a good match for Dream. But he's *so* resilient, and *so* likable and *so* willing to put up with Dream's bullshit and (in my opinion) so starving for pour all his affection onto someone like Dream (well, *specifically* Dream) who isn't going to up and die on him that once you're trapped in the web of a relationship with him, you're like, "Oh shit, this guy is some grade A husband material, huh?"

So I was really interested in writing a version of Dream who *isn't* in love with Hob, who doesn't *expect* to ever love Hob, but thinks Hob is tolerable in a "If I had to pick a human" sort of way, only to get smacked across the face with like, wow this guy is actually *amazing* and an *amazing* match for me and wow this is all gone to shit real quick and all my plans are in tatters because this guy I knew who once had *fleas* is a really amazing husband and partner and we're very well suited and oh no, I'm actually really falling in love???

And 1789 made the most sense to put that story in, I want to say, for a variety of reasons, but mostly it seemed hmmm.... It seemed the era where Dream had the most *recent* memory of having been at least a little tempted to sleep with Hob. So if it's within a few decades of that meeting (it had to be decades later, I wasn't going to place it directly in 1789 because Hob *had* to have made some amends for the shipping business before that, he had to be LONG out of that business before I'd cast him as a romantic lead) and Dream, gun to his head, was told he had to pick a human, I figured it was realistic that he'd go, "Oh yeah, Hob and I had that flirty exchange recently. He doesn't seem *totally* unbearable, if I had to pick a human." (1589 or 1889 the vibe would be VERY different and Dream absolutely would NOT have picked Hob, and obviously Giving Sanctuary is my 1689 take on if their relationship started then).

But yeah, mostly it was out of a desire to see Dream give Hob a chance and for Hob to knock it out of the park, and then everything sort of fell into place after that that it would be a wager gone wrong, that it would be post 1789, etc etc because that was the supporting details necessary for this sort of silly wager to occur, y'know?

#arranged marriage au dreamling #come live with me and be my love #and yes I am still working on it ughghhgh

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missvelvetsstuff · 2 years ago

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Guarded Heart

Bucky Barnes x Reader, Bucky x Nat, Reader x Thor

Mob AU, arranged marriage

Summary: Y/N is the daughter of a powerful mob boss who only cares about her horses and making it to the Olympics but her father expects her to marry an equally powerful boss to help strengthen his business. Bucky is looking for a wife to help his business and give him an heir but already has a long term girlfriend, Natasha.

Warnings: swearing, angst, arranged marriage, infidelity, slow burn, dirty thought and talk, smut.

I tried to keep my reader as generic as possible but like always she's female and taller than average.

Chapter 2

Chapter notes: This has a bit of smut. I realized I haven't been very responsible about encouraging safe sex. To be fair I've been in a long time committed relationship and had my tubes tied a number of years ago so it's not something I think about. However, I lost two of my closest friends to AIDS and condoms would have saved one of them.

So be safe, it ain't worth dying for.

In case you missed it just a taste of SMUT AHEAD

18+ ONLY

The day after that luncheon, Y/N was in the barn office when she received a text from an unknown number-

*Good morning Doll, hope you slept well.

She grinned, thinking about last nite and this morning with Thor. His skill in bed was godlike. She shook her head and replied to the text

*Who is this and how did you get my number?

The response

*This is Bucky

She furrowed her brow

*Who the hell is Bucky?

*Sorry, James but you can call me either one.

I thought we should get together, I have a ring for you and we should at least start planning the engagement party. It's expected.

She sighed

*I suppose you're right. How about brunch on Sunday? Leave her behind

Bucky shook his head, Nat wasn't gonna like this.

*sure, I know a great place. I'll pick you up at 10?

*11 would be better, I'll be at the barn from 5-10. Unless you don't care if i shower.

Bucky got distracted for a moment thinking of her in the shower. Nat really isn't gonna like this, he was already fantasizing about Y/N, even last nite when he was with Nat. There was just something about her.

*11 is fine, please shower it's a nice restaurant and I have a reputation to maintain.

*Only for you, Jamie. I'll see you Sunday.

Jamie? What the hell was that? it just came out and she hit send before she could catch herself. She shook her head, no little pet names, she was not falling in love with this guy, this was business. So what if he was drop dead gorgeous with those blue eyes she could drown in and plush pink lips she wanted to kiss.

Nope, nope, nope...not doing this. Falling in love was out of the question and he already had someone. Just business. And maybe a little lust.

Jamie? Bucky wondered. Where did that come from? He shrugged, he's been called worse by women. It's kind of cute. Nat would hate that too, he hoped their relationship was strong enough to bear this marriage but he had his doubts.

Nat came out of the bathroom hair still dripping, wrapped in a towel "What are you grinning about moya lyubov(my love)?"

Bucky jumped, he was so wrapped up in his thoughts, wondering how Y/N would sound moaning 'Jamie' while he was deep inside her, that he didn't hear Nat.

He shook his head and grabbed Nat to help with the results of his fantasizing "Just thinking of you, baby. We have to be quick, almost time to meet dad for breakfast."

Nat smiled and dropped her towel.

30 minutes later they hurried out of his place to meet his father for breakfast at his parents townhouse.

When they arrived George Barnes walked out to the car with a big grin on his face. "I hear that lunch went well. Y/N is quite the beauty, son. She has been raised in the life and is a very strong woman from all I have heard. I think this will be a good match, yes?"

Bucky nodded, "I think so." And smiled. "I'm taking her for brunch on Sunday so I'll need the ring. We are going to plan our engagement party.

Nat scowled but kept quiet.

George ignored Nat, like he usually did. He couldn't understand why his oldest son picked her for his right hand when his adopted brother, Steve, would have made more sense. He had let it go but had hopes that Y/N would be a better match for his son and help him get over this silly rebellion with Nat.

"Of course, son, your mother has the ring.

Let's go inside before your mother comes out and yells at both of us."

They went up the steps into the house and headed for the kitchen where Bucky's mom, Winnifred or Winnie, was making breakfast.

Bucky walked up behind her and kissed her cheek "Ma, you don't have to make a big breakfast time I come over. You could get a cook and take some stress off of yourself. Or we could go out for breakfast."

Winnie turned around and hugged her son "Don't be silly. Cooking relaxes me and I have to make sure you get a healthy meal once in awhile."

She finished the French toast she was making and handed him a plate "Here, take this to the table. You need to sit down and tell me about this girl."

When they entered the dining room she saw Nat sitting at the table and tensed "Natasha" Nat nodded

Winnie also hoped her son would get over whatever he had with Nat. She just wasn't good for her son. Their partying was legendary and he needed to grow up.

Winnie waited until everyone sat down and started eating before she spoke up again "So. Tell me about this girl, Y/N, right? Her reputation is horse crazy, charity queen. If she's not with her horses she's heading up fundraisers for mostly children and animal charities. I met her once but it was brief, she's lovely and very well spoken although a bit snarky at times.

What do you think?"

Bucky smiled thinking of Y/N "She was more than a bit snarky but it was more casual than when you met her. She's beautiful and was sweet but doesn't seem to be one that puts up with others bullshit. She's strong, for sure. The troubles she had awhile back would have brought that out. I think she was probably more woman than Zemo could handle, honestly."

Winnie smiled, she saw the look on his face, her son was smitten even if he didn't realize it yet. She also saw the look on Nats face, brow drawn, teeth clenched. Good, let her stew. Winnie never trusted Nat, something wasn't right with the way she just showed up a few years ago and bewitched him, for lack of a better term.

"She sounds like quite a woman. I'm looking forward to meeting her."

Bucky nodded "You'll meet her at the Christmas party since it's coming up soon. Can I get the ring? We have a brunch date on Sunday and figured we might as well get things rolling."

"Of course. I'll get it for you after we eat.

Why don't you announce your engagement at the party? Or if you want to get everyone's attention you could propose there."

Once they finished eating and cleared the table, Winnie left them to their business.

George asked his son "How did your talk with her father go?

Bucky nodded "It went pretty well. He was a bit greedy but I was able to help him see his errors. Both families stand to increase our profits with the plans we discussed. Once he's gone, his territories will merge with ours. We'll be the most powerful family in the state."

George nodded and smiled "I knew you were ready for this.

What about her? Did she have any demands?"

"A few but they weren't unreasonable. The main points were that her horses come first and don't flaunt any other women and make a fool of her. She's pretty involved in the community and multiple charities so I get that. Most of the rich, charity women are bored housewives and will latch onto any potential gossip. We don't need any of that drama anyhow so at least I know she's careful about that." Bucky explained.

"I need to find a house with horse facilities, before the wedding and she wants a sizable allowance but nothing we can't handle."

George nodded "I've heard worse demands. That Dolores-"

Bucky cut him off "I know dad, that's one of the many reasons I'm not marrying her."

"But you did think about it. That girl must be a demon in the sack to cloud your mind like she did." George glanced at Nat, who was practically steaming at the talk of Bucky with other women.

Bucky laughed "Obviously not good enough to keep me enthralled."

Nat stood up abruptly "Excuse me" she gritted out and stomped away.

George shook his head "I see Natasha isn't taking all this very well. Maybe you should reconsider her as your right hand before you marry Y/N. She might cause trouble and besides you know Steve would be a better choice. Hell even Sam would-"

Bucky snapped "Damnit dad could we not go through this for the millionth time? Nat's my right hand and that's that." He calmed down and then forced out "I love her" Bucky wasn't sure who he was trying to convince his father or himself but he wasn't feeling it today.

George laughed "That's not very convincing but I'll let it go for now. You just keep an eye on her and don't let her hurt Y/N."

When Nat returned they went on to go over business and the agreements Bucky made with Y/N's father.

Once they were done Bucky went to say goodbye to his mother. He kissed her on the cheek and she gave him the ring. It was his great-grandmothers, brought from Ireland when she emigrated at the turn of the last century. It featured a 1 carat pear cut emerald and had a trinity knot design with a number of smaller diamonds. Simple and tasteful but showy enough for a mafia princess.

Bucky smiled, imagining his soon to be fiance sporting his family heirloom. It would look lovely on her. He shook his head.

"Thanks Ma. I'll see you tomorrow"

When they got in the car, Nat refused to speak to him "C'mon, Natty. You know I love you. This has to happen."

She snapped at him "Yeah but you don't have to enjoy it so fucking much. And you told me you never fucked Dot but that was more bullshit wasn't it?"

Bucky squirmed a bit "It was only a couple of times, she was getting suspicious. She wanted to have you killed, I had no choice. Besides she was awful and I'm still with you. Y/N is different, she's not expecting a fairy tale."

"But you're still gonna fuck her. Talking to your dad you sounded like you really like her."

Bucky shrugged "She's nice enough." He grabbed Nats hand "Look baby, I know this sucks but I'm not going to let myself be miserable over it. You should try to make some peace with it because I'm not gonna let you make me miserable either.

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Sunday morning, Y/N was up at 5am like always and raced to the barn to feed her horses. In addition to Destry a black Irish Hunter she had her first horse, Dylan a grey Welsh pony, Daisy a palomino thoroughbred mare, Lulu a dapple grey Warmblood and Stinky a paint who was barely taller than a pony and Destry's bff. She refused to sell her horses when she moved up to a higher class, she loved them all as the only friends she could really trust.

Once everyone was fed she went to the guest house and kicked off her boots. Thor was awake and the smell of coffee filled the house. She found him facing the coffee maker and snuck up behind him.

"Hey handsome, you come here often?" She asked in a sultry voice as she wrapped her arms around his bare torso.

Thor turned around and lifted her up onto the counter. Rubbing at her clothed core he smirked "Mmmm, yes. I cum here all the time. Does my sweet pussy need to be fed?"

She nodded and grabbed him by the back of the neck to bring him closer to kiss her "Always. I always need you, Thor." She moaned softly as their lips met and rubbed his clothed cock.

He groaned "My greedy girl. It's barely been 8 hours." As he pulled her shirt off and unhooked her bra.

She leaned back to pull her bra off "You always seem to be able to rise to the occasion. I think you're just as needy as I am so stop teasing" then leaned back in to grip his now erect cock. She pushed his sweats down with her feet until he sprang free already red and leaking.

Thor moaned loudly "With a vixen like you how could I not be needy." He tapped her leg, waited for her to lift her hips then ripped her sweats and panties down her legs. Thor pulled her to the edge of the counter and rubbed his throbbing cock against her dripping pussy, coating himself in her slick.

"You ready baby?" She nodded eagerly then threw her head back and moaned as he slowly slid into her heat. "Fuck baby, I don't know how you can still be so fucking tight when you take my cock twice a day. Or more. So good."

She was already gone by the time he was fully sheathed in her, immersed in his scent and the feel of his body against her, his cock filling her so perfectly. He pulled out to the tip and pushed back in, taking long, slow, deep strokes...hitting all the right spots in her. She wrapped her legs around his back to keep him close and ran her fingers through his hair then pulled it making him grunt. He started moving faster and rubbing her swollen clit with his thumb, making her mewl in pleasure.

"You have bewitched me, little one. So fucking good. I can feel your pussy squeezing me, are you going to cum already. I need to feel you come and drench my cock."

Thor's dirty talk pushed her over the edge and he growled when he felt her gushing around him. It was too much and after a few more thrusts he filled her.

Y/N looked up at Thor and smiled sweetly. "Coffee is awesome but this is definitely the best part of waking up." She pouted "I wish I could wake up next to you."

Thor kissed her "I know my sweet but your father would never accept our relationship. I'm just the stable manager, not fit to be with a princess such as yourself. I'm sure your fiance will take good care of you. Maybe you'll even fall in love." He pulled out and grabbed a towel to clean her up.

Y/N laughed "Now that's funny. Love is for children and Hallmark movies. Besides he has a girlfriend but she's sterile. I don't think she likes me very much" she grinned mischievously as she got off of the counter.

"Come on, let's get started. I have to finish by 10, he's picking me up for brunch at 11 and I told him I'd shower first."

Just before 10 Y/N left after giving Thor a blow job in the tack room and went back to the main house to get ready for brunch. She put on a demure dress and warm boots, keeping her hair and make-up simple. She had just finished putting her earrings in when she heard the doorbell ring. With one last look in the mirror she headed downstairs to find James chatting with her mother.

"There she is, you look lovely dear" her mother smiled "You kids enjoy your date."

Y/N smiled "Thanks mom"

Bucky offered his arm "Shall we?"

"Of course, Jamie" she blurted out before she realized what she was doing "Sorry, I don't know where that came from."

Bucky smiled "Don't be, I like it. No ones ever called me Jamie."

Bucky was a perfect gentleman making sure to open the door for her and when they arrived at the restaurant he guided her to the table with his hand on her lower back.

They sat down and ordered, making small talk while they waited for their food.

"My mother tells me you are very involved with a number of charities, animals and kids seem to be your passion."

She nodded "Yes, they are the only truly innocent in this world and don't deserve any of the horrors dumped upon them. I can't seem to muster up much enthusiasm for any other causes.

I've been training pretty heavily the last few months so haven't been able to do any charity work. That probably won't change much for awhile but I'll be sure to make the time for wedding stuff."

The food came and they kept up the conversation as they both picked at their food.

Bucky smiled "I'll have to come watch you ride sometime"

She shook her head "That's not necessary, I'm sure you're a busy man."

"I am but that doesn't mean I won't make time for you. Even if we aren't in love we will be stuck with each other." He winked. "I'd rather be friends and keep things amicable. Plus there will be plenty of occasions where we will need to appear together and have some clue about each other.

Not to mention when we do have kids I don't want them to grow up in a cold house. They will deserve to have a loving home."

Y/N smiled softly at him, if they had met under different circumstances, before Zemo and without her father breathing down her neck, maybe they could have had something real but her father's insistence that she marry soured the whole thing. Her stomach dropped thinking of having kids with him and she felt that tingle in her core at the idea of making those kids with him.

She cleared her throat "Did you grow up in a loving home? I didn't think that was common in this life."

He nodded "Yeah, my folks are great. I mean, Dad had to be hard sometimes but he always made sure we knew we were loved and my mom, she's incredible."

She looked surprised "We? You have siblings?"

"A younger sister, Rebecca. You'll meet her at the Christmas party. She goes to school in Boston but is coming home for the break. And an adopted brother, Steve has been my closest friend since grade school so when his parents were both killed in a car accident, mine took him in. He'll be at the party too.

You're an only child? Your mother seems very caring...."

She grimaced "Mom is, she was an accomplished equestrian as well but when she married my father, well she ended up giving it up to be the kind of wife he wanted. She rides with me occasionally and helps when I have challenges. My father is complicated, his dad was a cold man, all business and his mother passed when he was young so he never had that warmth. He loves me in his own way and taught me how to be strong, made sure I understood and was prepared for what was expected of me but has never been loving. He expects me to give up my Olympic dreams and be a perfect mob wife. I hope you realize that's not happening."

Bucky chuckled "I worked that out on my own." He paused "That sounds like a rough way to grow up."

She shrugged "I've met girls from other families who had it worse. At least he didn't beat me into submission and he's always tolerated, meaning paid for, my horses so I always have friends in the barn."

He took her hand "I don't expect you to give up something that is obviously so important to you. Wouldn't want to take you away from your friends. Maybe I can make friends with them too." He smiled hopefully.

She squeezed his hand "Anything's possible."

Bucky laughed. The sound made her feel warm. "So what do you do for fun? What kind of hobbies do you have or is fucking angry redheads all you have the time for" she smirked

Bucky choked "Damn doll, you learn that bluntness from your father? Lets not talk about her.

I work on my bikes."

"Wow, sexy mobster and biker? I'm surprised you dont have a line of women following you around. What kind of bike?"

He grinned "It's a Harley road king but I have an old Indian that I'm fixing up. I don't have much spare time so its slow going. You like bikes?"

She smiled "Yeah, I have a little enduro that I putt around on. Nothing like a Harley. You'll have to take me for a ride." The thought of sitting behind him on a bike, pushed up against his back, brought that warmth back.

Bucky noticed she seemed a little flustered and rubbed her hand. "Would you excuse me for a moment?"

"Of course"

Y/N tried to finish her food but the butterflies in her stomach prevented her from swallowing any more.

Bucky returned with a smile on his face but instead of sitting down he bent down on one knee next to her. He pulled a beautiful ring out of his pocket and took her hand with a twinkle in his eye "Y/N Y/L/N would you do me the honor of joining me in an arranged marriage to further our families businesses?"

Y/N laughed and Bucky promised himself he would do everything he could to make her laugh like that every day "Yes, Jamie. I will arranged marry you" he slid the ring onto her ring finger and sat back in his seat as the waitress brought the champagne he requested and a number of the other patrons applauded.

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Across the restaurant a woman sitting by herself in an obvious blonde wig and huge sunglasses broke the glass she was holding, threw some bills on the table and stormed out but Bucky and Y/N were completely oblivious.

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