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kokusfluffyhair · 7 months ago

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Hiromasa Confesses to You

SFW | might make a NSFW part 2 | Hiromasa x reader | reader so far is gn | wc: 1987

You and Hiromasa knew each other for some time already and had become friends pretty fast. It's a known fact around the Palace that once Hiromasa starts to like someone, he picks up the tendency to get clingy pretty fast. Needless to say, he made his desire to be around you as much as possible obvious not only to you but to everyone else around. Hiromasa, naive as he is, was oblivious to the fact that he was doing anything out of the ordinary. He thought he was "just happy". But, in reality, his body was experiencing much more than simple happiness towards a new friendship.

One evening, Hiromasa just happened to be practising the flute outside of your quarters. You couldn't understand this man's motives. He always acted unnaturally innocent and polite, but then he'd also take on an action that was pretty strong flirting. He'd bring you small gifts, hang around where he knew you would be, play a new tune on his flute and then say that he came up with it thinking about you ... but all the while, Hiromasa never seemed to be aware of what he was doing. It was sweet to see him like that, though. He was the type who had no shame about wearing his heart on his sleeve. He never seemed to have been heartbroken before and shattered to the point of seeing the world under a darkened filter. He was overly trusting and beamed with a naive kindness. Yet, at the same time, he was more than capable of having an attitude and being a bit of a brat. You always found that to be amusing.

You had your share of hearing some people in the Palace discreetly gossip about Hiromasa, saying both good and bad about him. His politeness and obedience were always praised, as were his musical talents that were unlike anything any of the nobles had heard before. But, you has also heard some of the nobles -- both men and women -- whispering amongst themselves that Hiromasa was too soft and immature. It sometimes made you mad, especially when you picked up on the hidden whisper behind one a woman's kimono sleeve saying that Hiromasa would be a gentle husband to whoever he would marry, but that he would also be quite dull, and probably hopeless in bed.

How their comments made your blood boil. A part of you always wanted to storm up to those women and yell at them, but you knew what was socially acceptable and what wasn't, and so you remained silent. Besides, you knew that if you did release your anger that Hiromasa wouldn't be very proud of your having done so in his defence. You could hear his voice as if he was right in front of you saying that he thanked you for sticking up for him, but that it was not worth your energy and to please not put your reputation at risk on his behalf.

Your memories of some of the court womens' most recent gossips passed through your mind as you surreptitiously watched Hiromasa play the flute from your window. The more you listened to him play, your eyes scanning over the form of his body that was hidden underneath his clothes, the more you thought of finding out for yourself how "hopless" or not he would be in bed ...

Even though you never saw Hiromasa without his large, modestly-covering clothing, you had pinpointed several areas to imagine how his body looked underneath it all. His kimono hung over his broad, well-built shoulders, and the part of his waist where his obi was tied was quite wide. He seemed to have a very nice frame underneath, and sometimes, you found yourself daydreaming about undressing him, especially so you could ...

Your eyes lowered to his rear.

So you could give that part of his body a nice squeeze.

You felt your face get hot as you pictured what you would like to do to Hiromasa, your images accompanied by his oblivious flute playing. Your hand moved along your thighs, up towards that sensitive spot between your legs, but you stopped yourself.

No. You weren't going to relieve yourself in that way tonight. Not when Hiromasa was right there on the grounds outside your quarters. So, you slowly got up and walked out onto your engawa, continuing to watch him as you took a seat. You let your legs hang off the engawa's side, dangling a bit, before you called his name.

"Hiro!"

The flute's melody suddenly screeched off-key. Hiromasa's body seemed to tremble a bit, either from the ugly sound he had just created or from becoming flustered after being "caught". He then slowly turned around to look towards you, his face holding a soft smile and a light pink blush to his cheeks.

"Oh, I -- did I disturb you, y/n?" Hiromasa asked as he scratched the back of his head below his eboshi.

You shook your head. "No. I was just listening."

Hiromasa bowed his head a little and came up to your engawa. Still smiling, he sat beside you and held his flute in his lap.

"Is this a new song you're working on?" you asked him. "It's really nice."

"Oh, no. It's not very nice. I still have a lot of work to do on it." He smiled shyly and looked off onto the grounds.

"You're really too modest about your talents."

He chuckled. "No. I'm just honest and realistic with myself. It's an improvised song I've been working on over the past few days. It's very new and unrefined." The blush on his cheeks grew darker.

"Well, I -- I think it's already beautiful." You didn't know why, but his shyness was contagious.

"Thank you," he said in a quiet, pleased tone. His smile got even softer and he looked down at his flute with a gleam of pride in his eyes.

The two of you sat there in silence for a bit. The tension between you was growing more by the second. It was as if you both were being pulled together by magnetic forces between your bodies, commanding you to embrace and roll on top of each other, but your minds were in agreement on fighting it.

Hiromasa shifted a bit in his seat and quietly cleared his throat. He was blushing even more, and some sweat could be seen glistening at his forehead. The way he was obviously aroused just by being with you turned you on even more, but you didn't want to make him more uncomfortable that would bring him to leave.

Your eyes lowered to the flute he fiddled with in his hands. It looked a bit different from the one you were used to seeing him with. "Is it new?"

"Uh?" He was almost startled, as if he was snapped out of some consuming thoughts. "Oh." He looked down at the flute. "Well, it's ... how do I say ... eh ..." He then looked at you and chuckled. "To be honest, it's a demon's flute."

"A demon's flute?"

"Y-Yes." A wave of confidence then passed over him and he straightened his back. He then proceeded to tell you about how he and Seimei had gone to the Suzaku Gate to investigate a gambling demon. Laughing, he went into many details of how Seimei had first made him do sumo with the demon before he was able to swipe the flute away.

"You? Sumo?" You also laughed.

"It was terrible!" He laughed more and then smiled at you. "Well, sometimes I've been told that I eat too much, but not so much that I could do sumo. See?" He then quickly took your hand and placed it to his stomach. His belly felt a little fleshy and round, but he wasn't fat.

You were tempted to slide your hands to the sides of his waist, hold him, and pull him closer to you.

"You ... feel nice ..." you then said without realising it.

"Huh?" Hiromasa's face turned bright red.

"I -- sorry." You pulled your hand away from his stomach, turning away from him slightly.

Hiromasa's mouth was open a bit, his breath slipping past his lips as he gazed at you. "Y-y/n?"

"Yeah?" You looked back at him.

Hiromasa gulped loudly. "Do you really think ... I look nice?"

You felt your cheeks grow warmer. You nodded. "Yes. I've thought so for a long time ..."

Hiromasa smiled shyly. "I --" He quickly grabbed both of your hands, awkwardly taking them in his while he was still holding onto his flute. "I like you." His face hardened as he tightened his hold on your hands. "I like you," he spoke with the air as if he was giving a speech at the court.

You found yourself smiling big. You had always known how he felt, but it was different now that he was able to tell you. "I like you too, Hiro. I like you a lot. You --" You look into his gentle eyes that seemed to be nervous but also loving, tender, and relieved at hearing your words. "You make me feel safe. Very safe."

"I do? Me?" he asked, almost in disbelief. Some tears formed at the corners of his eyes, which he quickly blinked away.

You nod. "Yeah." You feel how his hands are getting sweatier. It makes you want to protect him. "I'm gonna tell you something silly."

"Silly?"

"Yeah." You twist your hands in his hold so that you can grip them back better. "You make my heart feel really safe."

Hiromasa looked at you, almost breathless.

You laughed a little. "It's silly, isn't it?"

Suddenly, Hiromasa released your hands and wrapped his arms around you. He pulled you close against his body in a warm, tender embrace.

"It's not silly ..." He held you tighter. "It's ..." At a loss for being able to express himself with words, Hiromasa pulled away from the hug. He then took your hand and gently placed it over his heart.

You could feel the fast and strong little pounds of his heartbeat echoing against your hand.

"I'm not good with words," Hiromasa said as he looked down at your hand on his heart. He shrugged one of his shoulders a little. "It's probably why I'm terrible with poetry." He chuckled.

"Well, you do a fine job reading it out loud."

He laughed. "No, I'm not that good at it." He smiled at the compliment. "But this --" He put a light pressure on his hand holding yours to his chest. "Is my response to you telling me that you feel safe with me. I wish I -- I wish I was stronger to keep you safe." He cleared his throat quietly before raising your hand to his lips and kissing it.

The sensation of his soft lips against the back of your hand sent tingles down your body. "You are strong."

Hiromasa smiled and held your hand protectively in both of his. You almost start laughing, because he's still got the flute tucked between the thumb and index finger of one of his hands. Hiromasa notices your smirking and tilts his head to the side a little. "Am I doing something weird?" he asks with a bit of a teasing pout.

The laughter slips past your lips. "No, it's just ... you're still holding the flute."

"Oh!" His eyes widen as he looks down to his hands. He then sees the flute and starts laughing. He lets go of your hand and sticks the flute into his kimono sleeve. His face is a bright red from embarrassment, but he genuinely seems to think the whole thing is funny.

The two of you sit in silence for a few beats more. A light breeze blows from the grounds onto the veranda, sending a gentle chill against your neck.

"Hiro?" you ask.

"Y-Yes?"

You smile a bit shyly. "Would you like to come inside my room?"

Part 2

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