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Aug 1, 2025

Just for Tonight

a/n: this was technically a request, but I've had this WIP planned since I started the anime, so thank you @icedlemonlatte for giving me an excuse to write it!<3

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CW: Jinshi x Fem!Reader - Minors DNI - (reader insert but written with some of Maomao's personality and background in mind) Aphrodisiacs, sub!jinshi, praise kink, mouth spitting, dry humping, unprotected sex

“Master Jinshi requests your presence.” Gaoshun’s calm voice captures your attention. He's standing in the doorway with his usual stance, arms folded and back straight, but there was a minute anxiety in his brow you had almost written off as a trick of the flickering candlelight. A weary sigh leaves your lips while lifting a hand to pinch at the stress pulsing deep in your sinuses. A needy one, Master Jinshi was. Always nipping at your heels when he wasn’t charming the court ladies.

“What does he need now? I’ve had a long day.”

“I understand.” Gaoshun bows to signal his apologies at the intrusion so late into the night. “But you see, Master Jinshi is unwell, and well…” A bead of sweat rolls over his temple while ruminating which words to use since the current situation required the utmost care of confidentiality for a man of his stature, but the growing silence only annoys you further. You’ve become well accustomed to Master Gaoshun and have therefore chosen to abandon decorum.

“Please, just spit it out.”

Master Gaoshun’s back stands at attention. “It’s an emergency. I’m unsure how– uh, long he will last through the night. We need our apothecary.”

Gaoshuns buttering did convince you, just a little, since he always treated you with respect as if you weren’t of inferior birth– someone as lowly as a simple maid-turned-apothecary in the Rear Court, but you also knew that it would be easier to see Master Jinshi and corral him back into place so you may finally get a moment's reprieve. So, with reluctance, you agree. Before you know it, a carriage brings you to Master Jinshis home within the Inner Palace.

In hindsight, you should have been suspicious with the way you were rushed out of the carriage and ushered inside. It would have been an even greater sign to be wary of the way Suiren was seemingly absent, since she was an omnipresent force within his home. And more than that, the quickened apology muttered from Gaoshun before he scurried off should of been the biggest waving red flag of them all, but your habit of ignoring warnings and cautions in favor of the ‘not my business’ attitude you so stubbornly held onto had you staring at the large doubles doors in front of you with nary an alarm bell.

“Alright…” You mutter with a deep sigh to collect yourself before pushing the heavy doors open, revealing… nothing.

Suspicious eyes flit around the room, toeing past the threshold with cautious steps. There’s a tangible shift in the atmosphere that you’re not exactly too eager to place, but it feels heavy, thick with an unnamed feeling that clings to your back and crawls up your neck. The sound of hushed whimpers alert you, shifting yourself to look at the large wooden canopy bed. There’s a nagging voice echoing in your head to turn around, to pretend you didn’t hear anything and inform Gaoshun that Master Jinshi wasn’t on premises and go about your night to save yourself the headache… Although, if you didn’t do your due diligence as a newly-appointed apothecary for someone as important as Master Jinshi, it could result in never having a headache again… because it could very well be detached from your body. A puff of annoyed air leaves your lungs as you turn around to peek past the wooden walls to investigate.

The sight that greets you was one you shouldn’t have seen. Master Jinshi was halfway disrobed, sweaty, and flushed. His broad chest, usually hidden away by layers of fine robing, was on display, glistening with a sheer gleam of sweat, and his chest was rising and falling at a rapid pace. His hair, which was normally pulled back into a neat silken half bun, was now spilling over the pillows in dismay while the shorter plum colored silk strands clung to his forehead. Was it poison? What poisons had this sort of effect? It was apparent his heart rate was elevated, and while he showed signs of labored breathing, he had no indication of nausea, sunken skink, or–

“A-apothecary–” Jinshi’s strained voice broke through the whirlwind of thoughts. “You need… you need to leave at once–”

He immediately shifts his body and coils away from you. It’s curious how the muscles in his back flex and bow, he’s extremely well built for a eunuch. In fact, now that you think about it. There were many curious things about him that didn’t quite fit for a typical eunuch, perhaps you shouldn’t delve too far into that. So you will thought away by shaking your head, focusing more on the task at hand. Your knee comes up to climb into the large bedded space, but as if Jinshi is hyper-aware of his surroundings, he flinches and curls further into his defensive fetal position.

“I said go away! Please.” A pregnant pause fills the enclosed oaken space. “...For your safety. Please, just take your leave.” He sounds like he’s on the verge of tears, whatever illness had befallen him must have been serious.

There was a sliver of concern that started creeping into your bones and settling into your lip, subconsciously you took the soft flesh of your bottom lip in between your teeth, gnawing idly to soothe your worry and focus on whittling down any remedies he may need. With a hesitant hand, you bring it forward to attempt to soothe him, but a speed at which he turns over and clasps it with urgency startles you. Somehow, in the blink of an eye he was looming above, you could feel your quickened pulse under his strong fingertips.

“I don’t know if I could hold myself back any longer.” Jinshi brings your palm to rest onto his cheek, his shoulders rise with the deep breath he takes and leans into the touch. His skin is hot, burning even. And you saw a flash of his eyes, even if they were hidden coyly underneath the long lashes that kissed the apples of his cheeks; his pupils were blown wide, a void of hunger that overtook and swallowed aubergine irises until they were all but a sliver. Everything began adding up, quick calculations of everything that transpired in the past few minutes pointed to the worst case scenario:

Master Jinshi was under the effects of an aphrodisiac– a powerful one at that.

But that begged a question: Could eunuchs be subject to aphrodisiacs? It was a peculiar situation; the effects hadn’t really been studied before, and since they were missing the main component of sex, it now opened a floodgate that poured in a hundred new questions of how sex and attraction– the very human component of it, actually worked. Did it reside in the brain? Hormones? And even so, how would a eunuch satisfy the desire? With missing parts, would they simply whither and succumb to it? What could possibly be the cure?

What fortuitous opportunity for research, you think–

“Apothecary.”

You jump at his strained voice. Shit. You had gotten too caught up in treating him like a lab rat, and you were here to do a job, although the nature of his situation changed everything. There wasn’t a cure-all for aphrodisiacs, at least one hasn’t been discovered yet.

Jinshi collapses onto your torso and wraps his arms around your waist, tightening his arms and locking you into a vice grip, like he was holding onto the last thread of self control. He buries his face into the crook of your neck and mutters something.

“...What’s that?”

“I said,” Jinshi angles his face so his lips are unobstructed. “You always look at me like I’m some little bug.”

Whoops. Were you really so awful at managing your expressions? You remember when Gaoshun had a little talk about it with you, you had really thought you got better about it.

“I like it.” He admits while his back rolls upwards.

Okay– you think, while attempting to writhe out of his grasp. He’s been handy before, but this has been quite enough intimate proximity to him to last a lifetime.

“Alright Master Jin–” You’re interrupted by his heavy body weight pressing further into your lungs, the dead weight pinned your limbs into the firm mattress below.

“Please.” He begs.

You continue trying to writhe out of his grasp while he keeps whispering apologies into your chest, but making no move to rectify himself. It’s as if his body is moving on his own; as if he knows what he’s doing is wrong and wishes he could control himself. In the struggle, limbs are lost in the fight for dominance, he apologizes when he catches your wrists and pins them down, using his leg to press in between your own to pin you down, and in that struggle you feel something hard and decently sized pressing against your core.

“Wh-”

“I-I’m sorry!” Jinshi is panicked. Salt brine spills from over his lashes as he buries his face further into you ashamed. “I- I never meant… for you to find out this way.”

Time suspends momentarily, and suddenly every spare and seemingly out of place puzzle piece falls into place. Have you really been so blind? No, you were willfully ignorant and you knew it, but now that the truth was so blatantly in your face, or rather pressed in between your thighs. The once silent alarm bells begin to ring, just a little too late. Just how the hell is he allowed into the Rear Palace? And just who is Master Jinshi? The nature of his identity didn’t open a jar of worms, it dug out the entire garden and plucked every unsavory bug from the soil and thrust it into the burning sunlight.

Jinshi knew he fucked up, he knew you were tasked with making the high-ranking concubine Gyokyu aphrodisiacs for her little visit with the emperor. His mischievous nature would always be the end of him, giving nary a thought as he plucked a small treat from the bag before they were delivered. He had severely underestimated how powerful they would be, all he wanted was to feel a little needy and send for you. He had no ill intentions, he simply wanted to capture your attention since it was so hard to come by. Every lady in court ould fawn over him, but never you. Not the Apothecary who would cast a venomous glance toward him, it sent a shiver down his spine. He just wanted an excuse to see it again, and his wish was granted tenfold.

His body wracked with need, the room boiled, his heart begged for freedom, beating wildly against its cage. Panic flooded his nervous system, freezing ice crystals spreading down his veins as time passed. Stupid, stupid– he repeats the scalding mantra to himself. He could feel his control slipping away with each passing second, and he was terrified what would happen when he saw you. And when he finally did, his limbs became their own, reaching for solace despite his mind screaming for mercy.

It was tortuous to be held prisoner within his own body. Every nerve under his skin was a blazing torch alight with urgency. And now you were pressed against him, your scent dancing around his nose, your heat blanketing him while he feels your heartbeat against his own in rhythm. He knew then, he would throw everything away just to have a taste, he would do so gladly even if it meant living a life without you.

“Please. Just for tonight. Just this once.” His plea was a hushed whisper against your skin.

This wasn’t normal for him, you think back to his usual fleeting and aloof demeanor around the palace walls, there was no sign of this in sight. He was stripped bare and flayed to the bone in his most vulnerable state. It twisted something in you, whether it was pity or affection– you decided not to place. But who were you to deny him? You were brought here to take care of him after all. And while your chastity was intact, you were no stranger to sex and intimacy, growing up around a brothel. All your sisters were well known and highly sought after courtesans, and they taught you all the tricks and trades of the career despite being younger. It came with the times and life you were born into, even though you preferred to have your nose buried in research books and poisonous herbs rather than a man's pelvis. Still, you knew a thing or two to satiate him.

So, after a not so careful consideration, you supply your answer:

“Alright.”

He’s on you in an instant, his weight pressing you further into the mattress as his lips press against your neck in urgency. Whatever gratitudes that spilled from his lips were lost against the surface of your skin, and as much as you didn’t care for his antics you would be hard pressed to say you weren’t enjoying his praise and the way he crumbled against you. It felt good. Living a simple life while watching luxury and power from a far distance was the normal, but to taste a sample of it being reversed into your favor prickled your skin in a delightful way, it stoked your ego as bellow against a roaring hearth would ignite the white hot coals. While the iron was hot you struck, hooking your leg around his hip and using momentum to your advantage, Jinshi whimpers as he’s pinned against the mattress. You bring your knee to rest in between his thighs and press into his bulge, your hands grip his wrists at the side of his head.

“You want it so bad, then stay still and be good.”

Jinshi’s fingers twitch, feeling the tendons beneath his wrist fex under your finger tips and he moans. His hips involuntarily roll as they search for relief, which is quickly chastised by the way you press your knee further into his crotch.

“What did I just say?” You ask with a little venom behind your inquisition, as if you were scolding a petulant child.

“Stay- stay still and…” He moves his face away and stares at the wall in shame. “And be good.”

“That's right, so you do have a brain underneath all that silky hair. That’s good.” Perhaps you were being a little harsh as you lifted your robes and climbed into his lap, but he did always seem to have a knack for being told what to do, even if he pretended otherwise.

With your robes pooled around your hips you settle onto his pelvis, feeling the way his length twitched under your heat. Damn, if that doesn’t feel kind of good…

Your eyes fall closed for a moment as you breathe slowly, collecting yourself and recalling the advice your sisters had given so long ago before lifting your hips and pressing, dragging your clothed core against his hard length. And then again, again, the motions soon coming as naturally as the seas waves against shore. Jinshi’s hands fly and make a landing onto your hips, his fingertips making divots into your flesh with the strength of his grip to ground himself.

“Y-yes, please, m-more, please.” His warm breath fans against your chest as your chest lowers, anchoring yourself with a palm splayed next to his hand on the mattress. “Feels so good.” Jinshi continues to babble in a sweaty haze, his praises while welcome, were a bit foreign and overloaded your brain. Between him and the thick atmosphere in the room you began to feel dizzy as well, frustrated at feeling like you were losing a little bit of control. You snatch your hair ribbon and let the loose strands fall free as you quickly loop it around the back of his head and tie a neat little bow in between his lips. Cute.

You lean back to appreciate your work, it wasn’t like anyone was around to see you gawk anyway. But damn, his flushed skin and soft hair spilling over the pillows and the way his brows scrunched in pleasure was a sight to behold. One that would start wars, even. Intrigued eyes rake down his form, landing on his broad chest that was still partially hidden by his robes, and slowly, you bring your palms to feel his breathing, noticing the way he flinches and whimpers under your touch. The way his chest shakes with ragged breaths as you spread your palms away and push the remaining fabric to undress him makes you grin deviously before raking your nails back across and taking his blushed nipples in between your fingertips to pinch and roll them in tandem.

“Hnnnggg!” Jinshi’s cry is muffled by the fabric taken between his teeth, his hips buck hard enough to feel the blunt head of his cock press into your clit and now you’re the one that has to bite back a sound.

Jinshi’s fingertips dig deeper into your hips, and with another whine there's a wordless question reflected in his watery eyes and worried brow. He’s begging, pleading, to feel all of you against him. You tsk at his beseeching but nevertheless raise your hips up to undress, nearly snorting at the eager squeal that leaves his throat.

The thing about Jinshi was that he seemed easy to read. A flirtatious, aloof, eunuch that enjoyed his charm and had a distaste for serious work. Oftentimes you could find him in tow with Gaoshun walking around the rear palace, leaving the various ladies fawning and fainting behind the long amethyst hair that trailed behind him. It was easy to be irritated by such a man, one who was of higher birth than yourself, but as you spent more time with him, the facade had slowly cracked away. Granted, his boastful and carefree outlook still made your skin crawl, but you can’t help but recall times where you spent time together and you got to know him deeper, and start to piece together his true nature. Even if you spackled and patched the wall that crumbled day by day, it was still easy to see that at the core of it all, the two of you were basically the same; trying to find your place in the world, and if allowed, to find a sliver of peace in it.

And right now, the way he’s been looking at you feels as if you were the very oasis at the end of a long and jaded journey. It’s just the effects of the aphrodisiac, you barter, attempting to talk yourself down from the ledge of such dangerous thoughts. But then you recall the same look from past times, on the road with him, late at night when you crossed paths and no one was around. A soft, comforting thumb touches your cheek, dispelling the cloud of thoughts swirling above, it’s Jinshi, reaching out with a question in his gaze. It’s warm, comforting, as if he’s asking if everything is alright, as if he needs to know if you want this as much as he does.

A smile graces your lips, one you’re unaware is displayed. You lean down to untie the ribbon, perhaps it’s an olive branch, perhaps it’s pity. You don't dwell on it.

“You want to feel good?” You begin to lower yourself onto his hard cock, wincing at the pressure as you sink deeper. Soothing circles are rubbed into your side, momentarily distracting you from the stretch that began to sting at the intrusion.

Jinshi himself is holding himself together at the seams, biting his lip so his fingers wouldn't bruise you. His eyes roll into the abc of his head in bliss while he mutters ‘yes, please, please.’

Your back arches, head falling back and taking a breath, eyes falling closed while you center yourself and adjust to his size. What a sight to behold from below, Jinshi himself feels like he’s died and seen the afterlife. The way your breasts sit on your chest, the curves and lines of your arms that anchor yourself as you’re sheathed on him, like you’re one soul melding together. He’s dreamed of this often, and if it’s another dream he hopes he’ll never wake up.

“Then make me feel good, then you can kiss me.”

Leaning over to trace the curve of his jaw, your fingers make way to thread themselves into his hair, wrapping the fine silk around your fingertips until they hit his scalp. His mouth falls open silently before finally moaning when you give him a firm tug while rolling your hips, riding him until tears prick the corners of his eyes. It feels divine.

“Open your mouth.” Your demand is firm, but soothed by a gentle thumb tracing his bottom lip, and he complies eagerly. You lean in close, just a breadth above his lips, and let a long trail of spit fall into his mouth, and he bucks his hips and swallows it greedily, groaning at the sweet taste.

“Good boy.” Your praise ignites him further, he plants his heels into the mattress to raise his hips and meet your rhythm to hit your sweet spot.

The resolve you held began to slip away with each thrust, your nails dug further into him and broke his skin, as if you were trying to hold onto the control you felt slipping away.

“Fuck.”

He swears he could almost blow his entire load right there on the spot, watching you begin to come undone onto him, he’s the one making you feel this good, and the way your walls are squeezing him tight has him begging for mercy, but he wants nothing more than to seize the opportunity you’ve graced him with. He would let his body break apart and put himself back together once more to hear you scream his name.

Blissful moans filled the enclosed space until the last drops of candlelight burned and spilled hot wax over the table. Limbs tangled with silk sheets as your heartbeats synched while your bodies writhed against each other, with only the salt of sweat and musk of sex filling your senses. When you finally screamed his name and collapsed on him he gave mercy, just for a beat.

“You said I could kiss you if I made you feel good…” Jinshi mutters in between your breasts while pressing saccharine sweet kisses to your skin. All you can provide is a weary nod in agreement.

His frame cages you underneath him, his back arched as he leans closer to brush his nose with yours, while the warmth from his palm sears into your thigh. His fingers are splayed wide to claim as much of your flesh as they can, running them underside your thigh to guide it up and secure it over his hip, effectively pressing himself deeper into you. He’s lost in you; your touch, your scent, the sound of your breath.

“Like this?” He whispers above your lips, giving a firm squeeze to your thigh while pressing his cock harder so his pelvis brushes your clit. He makes no further move, but observes with a watchful gaze as your lips fall open and eyes flutter. God, does he want to do it again, to burn the image of your delirium into his eyelids so he could see it every moment his eyes were closed.

Your hands roam the expanse of his back, it was a useless attempt to gain your bearings in the thick blanket of bliss that suffocated the both of you, and when he whispered gentle questions begging for an answer, you looked into his lidded gaze and muttered a pleading ‘yes.’

That single word was all he needed before his lips crashed into yours, tongue darting out to drag against your lips begging for permission to part them and take you whole. You can feel his arms release your limbs and wrap underneath your shoulder to pull you close, feeling the breath knocked from your lungs as he lets his full body weight collapse onto you while his hips begin to piston desperately and chase his second high.

Every part of Jinshi is melting into you, you’re surrounded by the storm of his need and all you can do is surrender. And you know what? It felt divine. Your entire life was set by the pace of caution, to always look over your shoulder and take care of yourself, you had spent the night desperately clinging to your control, and now that the threads that bound yourself to such responsibility were snapped and fell past your limbs it felt like you were able to take flight. His lips kissed every inch they could find, his hands caressed every dip and curve as if he wanted to memorize every freckle and bone, and honeyed words of devotion spilled from his lips until they coated your body in sickly sweet tar.

Praise left your throat before you could catch the words; butterflies that had flown free from it’s net:

“So good, Master Jinshi. So, so good.”

The words trailed fire along his back, standing every hair at attention; your attention, and his rhythm faltered, becoming sloppy and desperate to bring you both to the mountain's edge. A sharp pain resounds from your neck and travels down your spine before pooling into your abdomen and sloshing into pleasure. The source was his teeth, clamping onto your pulse point while he continued pistoning his cock against the spongy spot nestled into your core. He was dangerously close, only using the feeling of your pussy clenching around him to hold out strong and push himself to the end to take you with him.

He brings a hand around the small of your back to angle your hips upwards, allowing the new angle to grind against your clit with his thrusting in a last ditch effort to hasten your peak. And with each movement, the coil wound tight in your belly snaps; blinding white light fills your vision as the free fall begins. Pleasure rips from your throats in perfect cadence to one another as the pace slows with the shared decent, shaking limbs and lips dance with each other as Jinshi gives one, two, three last hard thrusts, cherishing the little squeaks that beg mercy before he rolls over and pulls you into his side.

He presses one last kiss into your hairline.

“I said just for tonight, but the sun hasn’t risen yet. So you have to stay with me tonight.”

His arms tighten around you in possession, although his words carry a bite that matches his usual demeanor, there's a tone hidden underneath that begs a question, a plea. He didn’t want to let you go just yet. And instead of questioning the implications, you simply let sleep sprinkle its sand into your eyes, and feel his breath against your own. Whatever came with the sun would be dealt with then.

#mentally still here btw #reblog.◇

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