synopsis: trey is crazy about you, and even crazier about your teeth
tags: MDNI - 18+ nsfw content, fem!reader, praise, odontophillia, body worship i guess, trey likes to give a lot of commands but also begs a little, use of mouth gag (the dentist tool), shoe riding, fingering, cumming untouched
wc: 2.6k
a/n: reminder that minors and ageless accounts interacting with nsfw content will be blocked. n e ways i wrote this on my period so...yeah that's all i gotta say for myself
the sound of elastic snapping fills the room. it feels important, decisive, like a clock striking midnight, spurring a transformation that defies the natural order.
you pay no mind to the rubbery smell of the gloves or the painful way your knee bones are positioned on the floor. it means nothing to you when trey clover's hand is cupping your jaw, so kindly, so expertly, looking you right in the eye as he does so.
his thumb strokes the spot just below your bottom lip. "you'll open up for me nice and wide, yeah?" he murmurs, a playful lilt to his voice.
he needn't ask. he knows you will.
deprived of the natural warmth of his hands, the feeling of latex on your skin should feel sterile and uncomfortable.
"of course," you breathe.
trey doesn't miss the way your thighs clench together.
he's sitting on the edge of his bed with you between his opened legs. your hands shift on his thighs in an effort to take the pressure off your knees to no avail. no matter.
"aaaaa," you say, opening your mouth and curling your lip upwards.
trey's eyes go wide, his hand leaving your jaw. He looks almost breathless as he whispers, "seven take me now, they're gorgeous."
immediately, trey stuffs his gloved fingers inside your mouth and starts prodding around. the latex around his thumb meets your canine, his grin growing by the second. the corner of your lips stings as he pulls your cheek to the side, stretching wide with the deft use of his fingers. the sudden sensation nearly brings tears to your eyes.
he retracts his fingers. "open and close for me, please."
the please sounds strained, like he wants to do more but is trying to take it slow. to explore, to make it last.
you do, only so that he may hear your teeth clinking together. with furrowed eyebrows and eyes shut, he seems to revel at the sound. each tooth sings a melody only he can fully appreciate, an a cappella that orbits the crevices of his brain. a new, riveting genre just for him to hear, a hymm written to please.
"ohhh, seven. your molars...the alignment. you have no idea what you're doing to me right now," trey practically moans. because no matter how much he claims to be, trey clover is not a normal guy. "so perfect, so beautiful," he sings in praise.
judging by the vertical state of his crotch, you actually do know what you're doing to him right now.
perhaps a little too smart-assedly, you point to his obvious arousal and tell him precisely that. you even throw him a winning smile just for good measure.
trey's foot shoots out and forces itself up the skirt of your uniform and between your legs. "don't think i don't see you squirming, trying to rub yourself off with your thighs."
you automatically clench, the point of his brown loafer pushing on your clit. you thrust your hips forward at the contact.
a breathy groan leaves you, one laced with the slightest whine.
trey cocks a brow. "see? look at you, wet and needy from just a few words of praise."
"trey-" you start, eyes big and pleading.
"sweetheart," trey says, "keep that pretty mouth of yours wide open. i wanna see." through the crookedness of his glasses, you see that he keeps his warm eyes on you. "please?"
you open your mouth and are instantly rewarded by the point of trey's loafer angling itself upward.
"yeah, just like that," trey murmurs, using one hand to poke around the inside of your mouth while the other pushes up his glasses further up the bridge of his nose.
they're still crooked though.
back and forth, you grind yourself on trey's shoe, the fabric of your panties practically soaked though. your pace is jagged, your breath uneven, and tears prick your eyes from how desperate you are for an orgasm. the tip of his shoe catches your clit every once in a while, but your hips can't seem to move fast enough.
you're pushing down harder, chasing a building tension that keeps slipping from your senses. looking up at trey, palming his crotch with one hand while the other explores your mouth, you feel dizzy.
trey doesn't move his foot a fraction. he doesn't even bother looking at you. he's too absorbed with the way your lips frame your teeth, with the little chip in your central incisor, with way your tongue is practically hanging out, bumping into his fingers a he feels the roof of your mouth.
you gag.
"that's right!" trey moans, still watching you squirm against his shoe. "keep using me, keep using me just like that! you're salivating so much!"
drool dribbles down your chin, but your mouth feels dry from being open for so long. you want to shut your eyes and bite your lip, to breathe through your nose and ride his shoe until you cum. you're almost there, you can feel it.
so you close your mouth and adjust your hips, pushing them deeper against the toecap.
but no sooner had you closed your mouth than trey rips away his shoe, and with it the orgasm you had been fervently chasing.
"no!" you whine, looking up. "trey, please. i was so cl-"
"i told you to keep your mouth open." his tone is cold, as if you had been the one who robbed him, but he looks out of breath and his eyes aren't lingering in one spot for too long. "if you can't even manage that, i suppose i'll just have to help you."
you bite your lip, wondering what exactly he has in store for you, and nod once. a silver shine coating your forehead, your heart is beating so fast, you can practically feel the blood rushing through your body as trey leans to the side and opens the drawer of his nightstand to retrieve something.
grabbing your chin with one hand, he shows you what he cradles in the other: one of those dental mouth gags, with its stainless steel handle glittering under the dim light of his room and its silicone ends just begging to be shoved in your mouth.
"come, lay on the bed."
he's beathing heavily as he takes a moment to consider you, sprawled on his sheets with your eyes wide - from shock, no doubt.
or, perhaps, excitement for what is to come.
he's practically trembling himself, cock twitching painfully against the seam of his pants. he might cum from just the sight of you like this, from simply imagining your mouth forcibly opened and your teeth eagerly waiting to be examined.
"help me?" he asks, bringing his right wrist to your mouth. your lips still hurt from the earlier stretch, but you part them anyway and slip your teeth around the elastic edge of his glove. with some difficulty, you tug them off.
your teeth were so close to his vulnerable pulse. trey had to bite the inside of his cheek to stay quiet. he could taste the cold taste of iron swirling around. he swallows, hard.
acutely aware of the thrum beneath his skin and the slow unraveling of his carefully constructed sanity, trey places the silicone ends on your back teeth and cranks the dental gag all the way, ignoring the tears clinging to your lashes and the quiet whimper that manages to slip past your incisors. in an attempt to ground yourself, your hands unconsciously find their way to his wrists and tighten.
looking into the pink abyss of your mouth, trey can't help but admire the handiwork of nature, and smiles. even your tonsils are beautiful.
leaning over, he adjusts his side lamp so he can see you more clearly before he places his gloved hand on your cheek and wipes the few tears that managed to streak across. the smooth latex of his glove is almost cruel, keeping you and him worlds apart. his other hand fumbles with the buttons of your blouse.
nose inches from your upper lip, his breath drags across your flesh for a long, slow moment before he pulls his face even closer to yours and drags his tongue across the roof of your mouth and around your two front teeth before kissing your upper lip chastely. a strange and kind gesture considering the situation.
you groan, trying to grind yourself against his erection above you, but trey lifts himself higher and pins your wrists above your head. he looks down at you, at the points of your exposed teeth, at the flush of your cheeks, at the moisture coating your mouth.
you feel like an insect under the halogen light of a microscope, but instead of shrinking under the brightness, your heart swells. your molars grind themselves on the silicone of the gag.
"so beautiful," trey repeats, breath completely knocked out of his lungs. his glasses are so fogged up, you're not even sure he can see, but the glint in his eyes is unmistakably there. "you've been so good to me, y'know?"
"uhuh," is all you can manage, the corners of your mouth stretching far beyond their limits. the pleading look in your eyes hasn't left, silently begging trey for the reward you so desperately crave.
he trails a featherlight finger down from your jaw to your neck, and between the valley of your breasts before circling lazily by your hip bone. you're being winded up like a toy. you buck your hips again, trying to bring his finger even lower, but trey only lets out a huff of laughter so innocent and airy, it could have simply been a response to a friend's joke over lunch.
"you want something? use your words sweetheart," trey coos with a lopsided smirk.
classic dentist behavior.
you're not sure why he's asking a question when he knows you can't answer properly with your mouth pried open. but, in his own sick and twisted way, he probably enjoys watching your mouth struggle to form a response, tongue writhing and throat bobbing.
you half-wish this hand was still wearing the glove, if only so you can't feel its warmth over your body, erecting goosebumps all over your skin. you try your best to use your words anyway. all that comes out is a nonsensical, occult string of vowels.
"uh ee."
touch me.
of course, trey knows what you want, and he can so easily give it. but your expression makes him want to tease a little bit longer.
unfortunately, your patience is running thin, and you tug his tie harshly with your free hand in warning.
"okay, okay, i get it," he concedes with the softest laugh. when you relax your grip on the fabric he slides his fingers and palm downwards, the tip of his middle finger inching closer to the heat between your legs. the gasp you let out when he pushes on your clit through your panties nearly crumbles his resolve to hold himself back. but it's the sudden realization that you're completely soaked that dooms him completely.
he hasn't even touched you.
gentle touches and teasing drags are abandoned along with whatever is left of faux chivalry. with a harsh pull on your hair, he angles your head upward for a better view of your mouth as his fingers finally shove themselves beneath the elastic of your waistbands and mercilessly rub against your clit, wetness roiling around your folds.
the snapping arch of your back leaves you dizzy and gasping for air through your mouth. you thought for sure your teeth were going to crack from the force of your bite on the silicone.
trey can't believe how naturally your body reacts to him. he's fantasized about this scenario for months. just the thought of you beneath him had left his mind fizzy, like baking soda in lemon juice. and here you finally were, lips curled and teeth fighting for the freedom to bite, hips jaggedly moving of their own accord to meet the tip of his finger as he swirls his finger around that sensitive, swollen bundle of nerves.
wanting to feel the warmth of your mouth himself, he abandons the last latex glove, throwing it somewhere in his room as a token for him to find later. maybe he'll frame it.
a second later and he's tugging your bottom lip downwards to observe the color of your gums and the gentle way they cradle your teeth. his glasses hang haphazardly off the tip of his nose.
the sensation of being simultaneously examined and pleasured with such effortless ease leaves you burning to split your brain in two, unable to fathom the two separately, neurons self-immolating. when trey's finger presses deeper against that spot, you can feel your hole clenching and unclenching over nothing, squeezing a phantom presence it longs to covet.
drool and sweat comingle on the tip of your chin. trey leans down to lap it up, the only sustenance to his unbridled soul.
it's undeniably filthy.
"you're trembling," trey notes, as if he's simply deciphering an x-ray. the hand in your mouth abandons its ventures in lieu of stroking your hair. "should i stop?" he asks, as if it's the cure.
he has to stop asking questions he knows you can't answer. you furiously shake your head, eyes stinging so much you have no choice but to shut them.
if you knew the sight of teeth marks wouldn't just turn him on more, you'd have bitten his arm in retaliation a long time ago.
but he doesn't stop, he shifts.
without warning, he slips his index and middle fingers into your core, thumb still flicking back and forth on your clit. the stretch is so sudden, your subsequent inhale snags on its way out of your throat, back arching impossibly higher.
a low rumble comes from trey's chest at your vehement reaction, at the wild flash in your eyes. you feel the familiar warmth of something tightening in you.
every thrust of his fingers leaves you torn between clawing at his chest and tearing the gag out from between your teeth so that you could fuck him properly. but you know that if you choose the latter, he would stop.
your nails never quite feel like they're getting a good grip.
trey knows that if you could talk, you'd probably ask for more. trey himself wants more. the strain of his pants against his unattended erection is painful, but the sight of your agape mouth is enough of an anesthetic to make him forget.
he never once takes his eyes off of you, even as he pounds his fingers into you, even as his ears hear the sweet squelches. he didn't want to miss any accidental gleeks when your tongue flicks, saliva squirting messily. he wanted to engrave this in memory, teeth bared. the muffled sounds you make when your mouth can't move as it wishes. the way you look at him in pure bliss.
with a final whimper and a shallow gasp, you cum over his fingers. thighs clenching tightly to keep his hand in place, milking them for something they don't have.
he can feel your walls tighten around him as his own field of vision, once filled with teeth, goes white. the wet spot blooming on his crotch grows as trey shoves his face in the crevice of your neck in a failed attempt to stifle the moan that shoves past his lips.
the sight of you was enough to send him completely over the edge.
taking advantage of his averted gaze, you rip the dental gag out of your mouth, curl your fingers in his hair and tug him towards you.
you kiss him, hard, uncaring for your chapped lips and the piercing stretch of your lips, his fingers still buried in you.
with another weighty groan, and with equal fervor, trey kisses you right back, his other hand winding to cup your cheek once more.
insane to me btw that princesses aren't drawn fat more often. you're literally a state-sponsored spoiled brat. like that's your job description. i would literally eat nothing but steak and cake every day until i was visiting the royal tailor on a bi-weekly basis and every maid in the castle would be teasing me sexfully about it
Choso is getting a little worried that his girlfriend might be a cannibal. Not because you’re refusing normal food- no, you still load up your morning yogurt bowls with so many berries he’s worried you’ll turn into one yourself, actually- but you’ve recently developed a rather interesting dietary-related habit.
And no, it isn’t a fad diet, you haven’t taken up learning how to professionally bake again (Choso’s glad of that, considering the absolute state the kitchen was in last time you tried to bake profiteroles. He spent hours helping you clean). No, you seem to have developed a certain taste for something else between your teeth… Choso’s biceps.
“Choso, that’s sooo good, baby.” You moan softly, hands wrapped around the sheets as he gently rocks into you from behind. You’re in prone position, something you’ve both taken a liking to recently because it means Choso gets to press his body against your curved back, and you- well.
“Do that th-thing again,” you ask, the request cutting through Choso’s soft groans from behind, “with your arm.”
Choso blushes furiously and his cock twitches inside your silken pussy. “But, baby, I don’t want to hurt you-“
“Do it!” You plead, “please, I need it.” As if to prove a point, you clench yourself around him extra tight and listen to the way his breathing cracks open on a fresh, keening whine. “Okay,” he breathes finally, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. “O-okay.”
You feel it before you see it, a wave of bliss easing over you at the feeling of your boyfriend’s warm, firm, ever-so-sexy bicep wrapping around your head. You feel dizzy from happiness at the sensation, Choso’s breathing wonky and heated beside your ear. “Are you okay-“
Chomp!
“A-ah-“ he groans, dropping his clammy forehead forwards. “Fuck, baby, your t-teeth feel so…”
“So what?” You say, moans muffled around the muscle you’re biting into as he continues to ram into your soft pussy from behind. Experimentally, you sink the enamel in a little further and Choso gasps. “So... nice.” He whimpers, “harder.”
You pull back for a second with a soft ‘chu!’, saliva connecting your mouth to his now-indented skin. “You’re such a painslut.” You degrade. Choso shivers and his cock twitches viscerally inside you, the feeling of his wet tip scraping the plushness of your walls amazing. “It’s your fault,” he whines sullenly. “You bit me first.”
"Well I wouldn't keep doing it as hard if my poor, needy Cho wasn't getting off on it." You purr condescendingly. True to your previous actions, you chomp down again and take great joy in the way your boyfriend whimpers. What he also does, whether Choso realises it or not, is shove his skin deeper into your mouth- but in doing so, only tightens the headlock he’s holding you in.
“Mmngh!” You moan squeakily, eyes rolling back in pleasurable joy as Choso’s cock stirs your insides while his arm forces you into place, your jaw stretched open obscenely spittily around his thick bicep. “Cho-“
Or, at least, you try to say his name. It comes out as a garbled little noise, his muscle parting your mouth and pressing into your teeth until it’s sure to leave a decently sized bruise. “Please,” he keeps begging, running the large hand of his unoccupied arm reverently over your side before hooking it under your hip for leverage to fuck into you harder. “Please, bite me more, baby, I love it when it hurts, you know I do-“
“Hnngh!”
Choso's eyes start rolling back. "I love it when you hurt me," he gasps as you keep slobbering and digging your teeth in harder just to hear him whimper and his cock twitch inside you.
“-I love your teeth,” Choso rasps, burying his teary eyes into your skin and kissing messily, “I love the way you can s-see how much you want me just from the fucking marks-“
Your stomach does a humiliating, arousing backflip when you realise he’s still pressing further into your mouth, squeezing your cheeks together like he’s determined to break his skin and leave a few pretty little scars glimmering across his bicep.
Because Choso is still, constantly, rutting into you so desperately, chasing the pleasure that he derives from the mixture of your teeth on his skin and his cock in your warm body, he misses the way you almost scream to warn him about your orgasm. It doesn’t reach his foggy ears in time- you cum kicking your trembling legs, trapped beneath him, loudly sobbing, mouth clamped open around your boyfriend’s bicep.
And then Choso cums, and it’s like something takes over him- he pulls you up, until your back is flush to his toned front; and keeps fucking you upright in that same sinful headlock as earlier as his other arm grips your waist to keep you there like you're a paper doll. You gasp, tears streaming down your face from both stimulation and the absolute joy of his stinging bicep being between your sadistic teeth. “I’m sorry-“ he sobs into your ear, “but I n-need this.”
You don’t protest, body limp and sweaty and still sparkling with arousal and slick. You part your mouth as wide as it will go and sink your teeth in once more- this time, you aren’t sure if the iron you taste is from his bicep finally bleeding or your own lips cracking from his long they’ve been held open like this. Choso cums in absolute buckets, heavy and thick wads of white that drip out of your bared pussy obscenely onto the tangled sheets below. You’re still pulled up against him by the time he’s quaking through the aftershocks.
“Oh, baby.” He apologises immediately, laying your spent body down onto the bed. "I'm sorry, you did so well, you're so sweet." You wonder how he can even say that at the huge mess you've decorated across his skin; or at least you're assuming there's a mess, because your eyes are firmly shutting ecstasy as you lie out in front of your naked boyfriend.
Choso coos at you so softly it's like he's speaking to a small, nervous kitten. Which he sees you as most of the time, his preciously perfect girlfriend with sparkly eyes and comfy thighs- but you also happen to possess a terribly sharp set of teeth. “Look what you did, baby.”
You follow Choso’s blushing, pleased gaze down to the rows of crescent teeth marks on his bicep, glowing little dents in the perfect muscle that make you gasp and sit up. “Oh my god, that was me?” Then, a nasty little grin breaks into your face. “Hey, better than a hickey. Now, be a good boyfriend and do my thighs to match?”
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a/n: oh I’m so miserable I’d love to have somebody’s bicep around my head one day somebody let me know if it's worth it :(( also this is kinda short because I had this idea and HAD to get it out
Synopsis: Your overbearing lover doesn’t make it home in time supper. Reader doesn’t handle it all too well.
Word Count: 2,846
Your lover’s lifestyle kept him away from you more often than he’d like. Often times, you’d only see him at dinner, where you would have his utmost attention. It usually wouldn’t be long before he’d pull you to the bedroom to make up for his absence.
You enjoyed the solitude, eager to be away from his overbearing gaze and controlling nature. You weren’t here of your own volition anyhow; his strength—both socially and literally—was just too formidable to go against. You loathed the evenings, weighed down by his lustful gaze, always ending the same way; you pinned down, stuffed, and overstimulated.
Tonight was different.
You weren’t sure why, but he was late. Far later than usual. Time ticked on as you watched the clock anxiously. You might resent him, but you couldn’t help but worry. What was holding him up? He’d made it a point to never miss dinner, valuing your time together too much to let anything keep him from you.
Eating in silence, such worries kept your appetite at bay. You eyed the clock and picked at your food, hardly touching it. Later, as you prepared for bed—washing your face, brushing your teeth, putting on his favorite sheer, deep-crimson nightgown—you felt inexplicable loneliness. Something so misplaced, you couldn’t even enjoy the book you had been so eager to continue just the night before. Frustrated that you couldn’t even enjoy your rare moment of evening solitude, you decided to call it an early night. If you’re lucky, he’ll still be gone when you wake up next. At least this is what you tried to convince yourself, but it only worsened your anxieties.
It wasn’t until much later that your lover returned, exhausted and deeply irritated at his delay. Whether it was a fight or work, he had kept you waiting, and that was unacceptable. Your time together was invaluable, and nothing could replace it.
With that thought in mind, he immediately made his way to your shared bedroom. Curled up in the sheets, chest rising and falling softly, was yourself. His steely gaze softened immediately at the sight. Swiftly, he made his way to your bedside, noting how tense you appeared. Were you so stricken by his delay this evening? Such a thought warmed him.
Softly, so as not to wake you, he stroked your cheek and brushed your hair away from your face. In moments like these, when you are most vulnerable, he feels most justified to keep the world away from you. Only his eyes should see you like this, with your lips parted ever so slightly and your hair messily framing your face.
Stripping down, not even bothering to put on night clothes, he crawls into bed beside you before pulling your sleeping form into his arms. Unconsciously, you relax into his hold, a hand finding its way to his. He smiles softly, eased by this gesture into sleep.
This is how you find yourself hours later, curled up tightly into your lover’s chest, his arms snug around you. Shifting slightly to peer at the illuminated clock on your nightstand, you could feel a hard shape pressing into your back. You tried not to think about it. Luckily for you, he rolled onto his back.
Taking in the time, you realize it’s still fairly late. For some reason, you can’t help but feel disappointed. You don’t want to think about it, so you settle back into bed and try to go back to sleep.
You try, becoming more and more aggravated as each second ticks by. You try counting your breaths. Perhaps it’s due to the noticeable bulge you felt earlier, but as you count, your mind starts to wander to other topics.
You can’t help but imagine how his lips feel, skilled as he is with them, when ghosting over your skin. How deeply he kisses you, invading your mouth with his tongue. You imagine how his hands feel, gently and possessively ghosting your skin. How his fingers feel, curling just the right way to make you twitch and spasm.
You try to think of anything else, like that book on your nightstand waiting to be read, yet you find yourself yet again wondering how it might feel to have those rough hands pinning you down as he sinks into your soaking cunt. How would it feel to be stretched beyond your limits, a bruising grip secured to your waist?
Conflicted and unable to shake your arousal, you sneak a hand down to your aching cunt. Guiltily, your fingers find their way into your wetness, curling in the same way he does that has you seeing stars. Still, it’s not enough; it doesn’t help the growing ache. Frustrated, you sit up and glance at your still-sleeping husband. A brief thought flies through your head. A thought so brief and bizarre, you would hardly ever entertain it. But you’re not in your usual headspace right now. You’re all worked up and desperate. It’s his fault you’re like this…so it’d only be fair if he fixed it too, right?
You might try to rationalize with yourself, convince yourself to get a grip, lay back down, and simply go back to sleep. You might’ve listened if it were anybody but him beside you; the very man who you’ve unwillingly been married to, who locked you away and used you as if you were his personal sex toy. Unfortunately, it seems you’re not listening to any sound advice from yourself tonight. Your body is moving before you can stop it, pulling back the blanket and situating yourself above him, legs wrapped around his waist.
You stare for a moment, taking in the sight of his already semi-hard cock. Sweet dreams, all composed of you, one can only assume. You gather some wetness from your heat before taking hold of his erection. You carefully work your hand up and down, feeling him harden with each stroke. Pre-cum dribbles down, further soaking your hand and his length.
Periodically, you look at his face, checking to see if he’s still asleep. His eyes are slightly twisted, and his lips are pressed tightly. His chest rises and falls much quicker, and with your thighs pressed against his own, you can feel how much hotter he’s grown. Your own desire grows at his subconscious arousal, spurring you on.
Pulling off your nightgown, you stroke yourself and him once more for good measure, knowing you’ll need as much preparation as possible (as much as your hazy mind will allow, that is), before slowly—ever so slowly—lowering yourself onto him. Hissing quietly at the stretch, you can feel the heat of his girth—too hot, too thick.
You keep sinking down, tormentingly slow, having only reached just past the tip. Try as you might, you can never get used to his size; he is large and intimidating, with thick veins and dark, neatly groomed pubes.
Unbeknownst to you, your husband lies awake, oggling you from below with lust-lidded eyes. Dark eyes take in the sight above him. He watches as you straddle his hips, wincing as you slowly—tormentingly so—lower yourself onto him. He watches as your eyes pinch in pleasure and discomfort, hoping they’ll open to find his own lecherous ones. As your lips quiver, parting with a sharp gasp before you harshly bite down to quiet yourself, he wishes to silence you with his own lips.
He watches you, keeps watching you, not wanting this moment to end. Waking up from a particularly wet dream to find his beautiful partner so needy and desperate above him, he’s torn between simply watching or lending a loving hand.
But a man can only hold back for so long, and you’re practically torturing him, as slow as you are, so you can’t blame him when his hands suddenly find purchase on your waist, pulling you down in one fell swoop. Even as you stare down at him with those wide, beautiful, vulnerable eyes in abject surprise, he can’t feel bad when your warm, wet cunt envelops him so tightly, so invitingly. And he definitely won’t feel bad when he bottoms out, tip pressing so firmly against your cervix that your head shoots back, eyes rolling back, and mouth agape in a silent scream.
You’ll stay like that for a moment, even after he begins to roughly thrust his hips into you, too dumbed by the shock to process anything but the waves of pleasure shooting through your body. You’ll snap back to earth after a particularly deep thrust, one hand on your mouth to hold back the moans and the other leaning on his chest to keep you upright.
Tears make their way to your eyes, cinched together in pleasure, as you scramble to find your senses.
“I want to hear you, my love. Let me hear how I make you feel.” It’s not a request coming from him, but rather a demand. Whether because you decide to listen or simply because it becomes too much, you can’t hold back, obediently letting him pull moan after moan from you with each thrust. The hand that was on your mouth makes its way to your hips, trying to pry his hands off—anything to get away.
“Fu-fuck! Oh fuck! Please, it’s too much. T-too much...” Incoherent pleas are shushed by his scarred lips as he pulls your body flush against his own. You could taste your shared breath, could feel as his tongue slipped inside. You pull back for air, a thin line of saliva connecting you. You can feel his dick twitch at the sight.
“You can take it. You needed me so badly you woke me up, so you’re going to take everything that I have to give you.” An especially harsh thrust has you seeing stars, throwing your face into his chest. His grip is rough and his pace downright cruel, yet he doesn’t let up.
“Sorry, sorry, please, I’ll be good, please, it’s really too much, I can’t-“ The sound of your voice—so desperate, so tearful—so close to his ears only makes him harder.
Somewhere in the haze, you recognize the signs of your incoming orgasm. Your clit rubbing against his pelvis with every thrust sends shockwaves of pleasure throughout, his girth pressing into your softest spot effortlessly. Too dumb to even speak at this point, you can only moan as your core tightens before an explosion of white paints your vision white.
“Good girl. Just like that. Such a good girl. You feel so good, so tight.” Nearing his own climax, praise for you spills from his lips. His grip on you is a bit painful now, treating you as nothing more than a personal flesh-light. Your hands flail for any sort of purchase now, settling on the sheets below and clenching so hard it hurts. It’s not his fault, though; you just feel so good that he can’t control himself. Having your chest so close to his face is certainly appreciated.
Riding out your orgasm, you can vaguely feel something hot and thick spill into you. His hips stutter, but don’t stop; the pleasure starting to become overstimulating.
“Fuck, my love-” You hear him hiss into your shoulder, his hips finally coming to a halt, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix, his hot cum steadily dripping from your entrance. You’re unsure how long you stay in that position; limp in his hold, his arms possessively wrapped around you, both just breathing.
Without warning, he flips you on your back, his large form overshadowing yours.
“I hope you’re not too tired.” You hear him remark. I’m not done with you yet.”
You begin to shake your head, attempting to twist out from under him.
“Mnnn… No more… Don’t wanna,” you mumble, but he’s having none of this, firmly pressing your thighs into your chest. Trapping your legs by lowering some of his weight, he reaches down to stroke himself. You wiggle and squirm, pleading softly.
“Quit squirming. You wanted this. Be a good girl and take it. All I want to hear from that pretty little mouth of yours is you moaning my name.” Pressing his lips into yours, he forcefully silences any rejections. You can faintly taste whiskey and cigar smoke on his breath.
As he’s kissing you, you can feel the tip of his cock press into your sore cunt. He’s agonizingly slow, tormenting you in return for earlier. Bottoming out, he makes no movement, even pulling back from your kiss.
You can’t help it as your hips grind into his, desperate and greedy for any kind of motion despite the soreness.
“Please…” You meet his sharpened gaze, his eyes glazed over with lust and possessiveness. Sitting back, hands still pressed to the back of your thighs, he takes the sight of you in; you squirming, eyes furrowed, tears brimming, lips quivering. He’s done this to you, turned you into this mess. Him and no one else. That thought alone could have him coming undone, but he’s not done with you yet. He won’t stop until you’re an incoherent, sobbing mess beneath him.
“Who do you belong to?”
Your eyes flit up to his, barely able to focus on anything but the aching pressure in your lower region.
“You….”
He presses his thighs against yours, preventing you from moving at all.
“Who do you belong to?” He repeats, emphasizing who.
“You! Only you!” Tears fall down your face, frustrated. You don’t understand! What more does he want from you? You can feel his hot cock twitch inside you with each spasm of your walls. You try to move even a little bit, try to find some sort of release, but his hold on you is too strong.
“My love, please!”
Oh, how he adores you. His hips are suddenly moving, setting a brutal face that has you seeing double. His large form presses you even deeper into the mattress, his thighs on either side of your hips to form a mating press. You can feel him so much deeper than before, legs dangling in the air helplessly, toes curling.
“Say that again.”
Sobbing, saliva drooling from your mouth, and your tongue lolling uselessly, you happily oblige.
“My love! Please—f-fuck! Please, my love. ” You practically chant, too overtaken by pleasure to be anything but obedient.
Your sounds echo loudly throughout the room, each moan enunciated by the slapping of skin. You’ll probably be bruised tomorrow from how rough he’s handling you, but you can’t find it in you to care.
His brows furrow, feeling his orgasm building. He can tell you’re close too, with how tightly you’re gripping him. Watching you throw your head back, eyes lolling into the back of your head, features twisted in pleasure, shaking dumbly beneath him, he can feel himself fall for you deeper and deeper. Only he can see you like this; only he can fuck you so dumb.
His pace increases, the sudden change has you throwing your arms around him, burying your face into his neck. Your breaths quicken, and white hot flashes over your system yet again, overstimulating you.
Without warning, you feel an explosion of heat against your cervix. Your vision shatters as your fourth orgasm of the night is ripped from you, so intense that you lose consciousness for several moments.
His hips don’t falter for a moment, determined to ride out both of your orgasms. As he slow, he wipes some drool off your chin with his thumb, taking a moment to admire his work. He swells with pride at seeing your fucked-out form. Knowing he fucked you so well that you passed out, he’ll see this image in his dreams for years to come.
Pushing himself away from you, he sits and watches his cum spill from your worn-out cunt. Lazily, he takes two fingers and pushes his seed back in, not wanting any of it to go to waste. He doesn’t care where, but if he’s going to cum, it’s going inside of you and you’re taking every last drop.
You begin to stir at the sensation, languidly blinking your eyelashes as you wake. He chuckles, seeing how tired you are.
“You’ve done this to yourself. Haven’t you ever learned not to wake a sleeping dragon?” He teases you, expecting you to pout or scowl at him in return.
What he was not expecting was the wide, lust-filled eyes gaping up at him, as if not hearing a word he said.
He certainly was not expecting your hands to pull him in for a kiss, lovingly holding his face. Nor was he expecting for your tongue to dart into his mouth, just as eager for a taste of him as he was for you. And when you pull back, panting heavily and connected by a string of saliva, he can only stare, dazed, as you utter a single word.
“Again?”
Peering into those beautiful eyes of yours, fixed only on him, and with all the adoration and love he’s longed for, how could he possibly say no?
mdni - your boyfriend Sugu sharing you with Toru <3
You were grinding on your boyfriend Suguru's cock on the couch, sleepy with little whines, having half fallen asleep in his lap during the movie you all had on.
"Mnh, Sugu..." you were gasping out. Too sleepy to realize your roomie and best friend Satoru was right there, blushing.
Oh, Suguru knows- he just didn't care, not when you feel that good. He already knows Satoru wants you, he'd walked by him as he jerked his cock mumbling your name.
You feel too good grinding on him not to grip your ass, moaning in your ear -
"Princess, Toru is right there," you had bit your lip, pretty, fucked out eyes looking right at Satoru Gojo, who was blushing in the dark, the TV light casting shadows on his face.
"Toru," you mumble, rolling your hips again, lashes fluttering shut. "I'm sorry, feels s'good and..."
"It's okay... " he mumbles, his cock leaking sticky precum against his boxers, as he hears the rustle of clothing, the sound of Suguru’s cock rutting your panty-clad pussy, the slight motion of his hips.
Satoru almost cums just from hearing your sleepy little whine, you can see his cock straining underneath his pajama pants, making his gut clench up.
Fuck he wants to feel you - any of you - the amount of times Satoru has listened to you both fuck is obscene.
"Oh," You blush, leaning to whisper in Suguru’s ear. "He is um...he's so..."
"Why wouldn't he be hard? Pretty little thing right here," Sugruru tugs your top down as his breath ghosts your skin, showing one of your cute nipples right for Satoru to see, who bites down on his plump lower lip. "Look at her, isn't she pretty?"
"Very pretty," Satoru's words are strained, adjusting his cock to see your lips part, your eyes darting to that bulge.
"Why wouldn't he be hard? Pretty tits right for him to see," Sugruru sighs, leaning back and tugging your panties aside, eyeing your slick, messy cunt. "Do you like him here, princess? Watching?"
You do - but you're sleepy, embarrassed, so wet and horny it's painful. "Toru do you... does it..."
"I uh.. " he sighs, running a hand over his cock and wincing at how bad it's straining. "I can go take care of this. Or..."
"Or I could?" You peek at Suguru, who had you lifted, his fat cock nudging your slick hole, that piercing catching your twitchy clit. "Mnh! Sugu..."
"You wanna make Toru feel better?"
You nod, blushing then.
"He did have a bad break up."
"Toru!" You pout. "You didn't tell me..."
"Yeah," as if Satoru wasn't picturing you arched in front of him when he hit it from the back. You look all sweet, all concerned, before Suguru glides right in your cunt, and your eyes roll back in your skull, stretching you out without any play you're so wet.
"S-Sugu! Ah!"
Satoru tugs out his cock, thick and veiny, watching that mess of slick drool down his best friend as h e leans back. Satoru can't help but whine out as he stares at you, riding his best friend's cock, his own hand tentatively brushing your cheek, leaning close as his friend pummels your cervix.
"So pretty," he whispers, feeling your blush heat your skin, you lean close, your eyes all sleepy as Satoru strokes his own cock.
"Can I taste you?" He almost cums from that damn question.
"Yes! I mean... yeah..." He eagerly swipes some of his precum, slipping it between your lips as Suguru bottoms out. You suck Satoru's milky cum off his thumb while you whine out, cheeks hollowed.
"Wanna suck his cock, Princess?" Suguru asks, it's hard to speak looking at you like this, when you turn back and he sees his friend's cum on your lips, he can't help but flick his tongue against them, tasting it and moaning, his cock pulsing inside.
"Yes... please..." You cry out when Suguru pulls out with a mess falling, laughing at just how wet you are.
"Then get on your knees for us."
You eagerly obey, knees sinking into the cushions of the couch, mouth open and eager to take Satoru's pink tip, you feel his hands grip your hair tight, hear his gasp. "Oh f-fuck... your mouth is s'good, sweetheart..."
"Isn't it?" Suguru asks, lining his tip back up and filling you, all while you look up at Toru whose glasses are fogging with his breaths, his hands trembling just a bit when they pull too hard, making you whine around his cock, pretty tip soft like velvet on your little tongue.
"M'sorry... too rough I..."
"She loves it," Suguru murmurs, gripping your waist to drag you down his cock, his balls smacking your neglected clit, shoving Satoru's cock so deep you choke around it. "Don't you, baby?"
"Mmm," you pull back with a messy pop, lips coated in spit. "I do."
Satoru thinks he's in love with his best friend's girl once she makes his goddamn cock dissappear - all eight inches, too, nose nestled against the little light smattering of white hair. You're drooling down his heavy balls, tight and ready to pump you full - as him and his best friend take turns fucking your holes, using your body between them faster and faster.
Satoru doesn't make it long, he pulls back and sucks in a breath, but the way your throat is reflexively pulsing while Suguru pounds your messy cunt is too fucking good.
"S-sweetheart... m'close...." He goes to pull back when you grip his thigh, nails pressing into the bare muscle where his pants are shoved down, looking all lovingly and pretty up at him.
"She loves swallowing," Suguru says, all proud of you clearly, his cock slamming inside so deep it kisses your cute lil cervix. His long hair falls against your skin as he hovers over you, fingertips trailing down your spine, while Satoru's whimpering. "Go ahead and show him how good you take it. You're such a good girl like this, isn't she?"
"She i-is," Satoru tries to pull back, worried about hurting your throat with the flood of cum about to pour from his pink tip, but you suck harder, lips wrapping so goddamn pretty, he moans your name, head falling forward, gripping your hair till he's pulling at the strands.
You do love to swallow, and Satoru is salty but somehow there's a little sweetness, it coats your mouth as you gulp, shattering around Suguru's length that's curving just write, piercing dragging on your sweet spot just so, till you're a gushing little mess between them.
Suguru's following Satoru, pumping your cunt so damn full it's already trying to spill out with it, white coating your spread wide lips. He leans back to watch, groaning as he slowly fucks it back into you, and Satoru eases out, cupping your face and damn near collapsing on the couch.
"Feel better about the breakup?" You whisper, he moans and gives you a little nod, leaning down as Suguru pulls you up to your knees, wrapping an arm around your waist, kissing up your neck.
"Much better," Satoru leans forward and kisses himself off you, blushing. "S'that okay?"
"I just swallowed your cum, you can kiss me," Suguru snorts, but you find it adorable when he kisses you again and again, moaning as Suguru's release pours down your inner thighs, and Satoru's fingers slide down, shoving it back on. He's filthy with it as he licks his own cum off your tongue, and Suguru's lips are just a breath away from Gojo's.
"Could we share her, Sugu? Pretty please?"
"We just did-"
"No like... be my girlfriend too?" He's all pouty and cute, but Suguru scowls, tugging you back, just for Satoru to finger more cum in your sore cunt, his cock already throbbing and hard again. "I said please!"
"No!?"
"You never shared when we were kids, you're selfish!"
They bicker as they fuck you again, until you're so full of both their cum in all three holes that you give up and go to sleep.
*****
we already know when I'm horny I write satosugu filth lol
pairings- emperor! gojo x arranged empress! reader
summary -you've been set to marry the new emperor Satoru Gojo, but he wants nothing to do with all of that, he doesn't even come to your first meeting - rude! No, he must bathe with his concubines, but when he sees you for the first time and doesn't even know you're his wife? Everything shifts, but it turns out he doesn't know that you're not happy to be here either. Leaving your past love behind and everything you know for a foreign country, just to be unwanted by your new 'husband' is almost enough to break you. You're ready to go through the motions, play your role, but do you really know who Emperor Gojo is?
contents/warnings - heavy angst, depression, enemies to lovers, longing, mutual pining, explicit smut, back and forth games, court tactics, Satoru being a hoe, reader missing her lover Suguru, a fuck ton of drama and games, he falls hard. This chap - oral (m and f receiving), fingering, angst and jealousy, Satoru kinda being a dick but also a consent king, masturbation (m), mentions of sex with others- 11k WC - based on emperor! gojo headcanons
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Part One
The pretty, intricate tea cup swirls with amber liquid, you’re gently spinning your little gold spoon in it, as you wonder at the time. It’s your second cup of tea, as you wait for him - your husband to be, the Emperor Gojo. You don’t know anything about him aside from tales of his military exploits, and you have heard he’s very young still. Some say he’s handsome, but you can’t say you care.
The memories of the love you left, the family you left behind, to now be surrounded by strangers, was brutal, lingering pain mixing with the terror of being in a new country. You are trying to understand their customs, their cultures, luckily you know their language, but you miss your home terribly. You miss feeling safe in the castle you grew up in.
Mostly, you miss him - your guard, the man you’d just finally started to kiss, he’d started to explore your body when you two had the briefest of moments. You thought you’d run away with him, only to be dragged here, without a chance to do more than leave him a letter of farewell, and now you’re waiting for a man for - it must have been an hour - sipping on your third cup of tea.
Everything is immaculate in this place, your chambers, the pavilion itself, covered in blues and whites, the colors of the Gojo family. You were greeted friendly enough, shown your new ladies in waiting, as yours were not allowed to come, the palace itself was under constant high security. They didn’t welcome outsiders, and you can tell they don’t welcome you.
Having been whispered about, talked about as you walked through the lively pavilions, passing many workers and ladies who bow to you, before whispering behind your back. It’s as if everyone smiles to your face, then starts gossiping - and god do you hear all of it, even now, the three ladies standing behind you murmur to each other behind their fans.
He’s an hour late, he’s not coming!
What an insult… he’s probably with his favorite concubine!
Concubine Lola, it must be.
What if we worked for her - her pavilion-
“Could you all please stop?” Your words have the three girls gasping, you don’t even look back at them, tracing your fingers along the pretty rose patterns of your tea cup, of the little dish under it. You scoop some of the honey in a little dish, watching it roll gently into the tea, still steaming up with puffs of condensation.
They quiet down, or their whispers are quieter you should say, as you sit there in your immaculate gowns, the highest of fashion. You were done up with make up, your hair piled high in the latest fashion with the prettiest blue pin that had been bestowed upon you from him - from Gojo - through a servant of his.
Yet, here you are, alone.
Your mind drifts as you wait, as you eye the elaborate tarts that the cook has whipped up, sitting there untouched, your tummy hurting from the nausea rolling over you in waves. How could you just leave Suguru behind? Did he get your letter? He always knew there wasn’t much hope, but you were the one littered with wild ideas, the hopeful one.
He kissed your neck the last time you saw him, toying with you under your skirts - the style back home was many voluminous ones, and he had no problem finding your clit under them. He’d drank in your quiet little whimpers as his violet eyes looked down at you, his other hand at the nape of your neck when you’d said it - I love you.
He had kissed you quiet, having you cum for the first time, the memories make you heat up and blush. You’d both had to separate, and that’s the night you found out you had to leave your home forever. Not just another territory or land, no - an entire country, a five day trip on ship and two days on land to get here. A man who clearly has no interest to even show up.
Suddenly, a beautiful woman with long white locks comes in, smiling kindly at you, she has brilliant blue eyes - so blue they’re enchanting. You quickly recover your thoughts, standing as well, palms just a little sweaty as you bow your head, and she does as well, decked in the color blue, her hair falling just a bit in front of a beautiful face.
“Former Empress Gojo,” she greets then, she comes over to kindly take your hands, you smile nervously. “I’m so sorry, my son is… occupied… and will not make the meeting.”
“Oh, I see,” you are seething - can he not walk a few steps to greet you after the week it took? But you hold it all in, keeping your composure and smiling, as her ladies whisper behind her to your ladies - god the court is gossipy. “Is he well, your majesty?”
“Don’t be so formal, I’ll be your mother in law soon.” She kindly smiles, but you hear the whispers.
He’s with all of them?
At once? Scandalous!
Do they get along that well?
“Ladies,” his mother chides them, like a sweet mother duck, and they instantly quiet, she looks at you, tilting her head. “You are most beautiful.”
“Oh, thank you Lady Gojo.” You bow your head again.
“And such manners, you’ll do well.” You wish her words made you feel better, but they don’t.
You just want to fucking go home.
But you put on your fake smile, you’ve done it your entire life as a princess, you’re truly just moving from one gilded cage to another, that’s all your home was - despite the love and friends you built. You had no freedom, and you won’t have any here, where at least your parents were doting, they used you as a political pawn, such is what happens to women.
You thought you could really run away, how foolish a thought. It sinks in your mind like a cruel joke, as the former Empress Gojo goes on, she’s so kind, you can feel it’s not fake. It seems genuine, her understanding, like she’s been here before - clearly from some different land judging by her unique looks. You wonder what she thought when she had to go through this.
“I will have our attendant Ijichi show you around, he’s very knowledgeable about everything here, moreso than even my son, don’t tell him I said so.” She laughs a bit at that, you give her a perfunctory smile.
“You are most gracious, Lady Gojo.”
Soon a tired looking man walks in, but he seems sweet and kind, smiling and bowing his head. He wears a little monocle on one eye, wearing the traditional dark blue robes you’ve seen other attendants and guards wear. He takes your hand and bows over it, some inky black locks falling over his brow.
“My lady,” his voice is quiet and calm. Aside from Lady Gojo, this may be the only other person you have had a decent sense of character from. “It’s an honor.”
“Hello, Mr. Ijichi, I’m excited to learn more about the palace.” You smile and he nods his head a bit.
“I’ll show you around so you know where to go, I’m so sorry his majesty… was… occupied.” The snickering of the six girls earns Gojo’s mother’s scowl, and they quickly hush, but you see a blush on Ijichi’s face, a frown.
“It’s quite understandable, he must be busy. I look forward to meeting him,” you’re lying through your teeth, but you know it’s the correct move, as he smiles with an exhale of relief. It wasn’t his fault his Emperor was seemingly a man whore. “I’d love a tour.”
“Then let us go.” You say your farewells, and Ijichi walks you outside, his hands together under his large sleeves, and you notice many onlookers whispering.
She’s so beautiful.
She is, but can she catch his attention?
He’s clearly not interested, despite her beauty.
Emperor Gojo is about more than looks.
He is quite quirky.
“Do they always gossip like this?” Your question earns a surprised laugh from Ijichi, he seems stoic but his smile is sweet.
“They never stop.”
“God!”
He chuckles again, and you find yourself comfortable with him - when you learn he’s twenty seven however, you have to wonder how hard Gojo works this poor man. Five years older than you and he seems much older, perhaps Gojo was every bit the tough ruler he was rumored to be.
“This is the bathhouse, if you wish you can bathe here instead of your chambers, it is renowned to be one of the best.” You look curiously, remembering the last time you bathed was before you came here, you’d die for one right now.
“Are they?”
“Indeed, they are. Here is one of the temples,” he’s pointing as you two walk, you incline your head at passersby, all while walking right next to him. “This one is a sacred temple from many centuries ago.”
“It’s quite beautiful,” you eye it, truly majestic in front of you, with its gorgeous architecture quite different from many. “Can I go there?”
“Unfortunately only men can enter,” he blushes then. “I’m sorry my lady.”
“No, that’s quite alright.”
“This temple,” he points to another distant one, as the sun warms you over the thick silk brocade of your yukata, and a few pretty butterflies flutter by. You focus on where he’s pointing, a large dark green building with curved roofs in the distance. “You could enter with your future husband, however.”
“Ah,” nice, you could enter a temple with the man you don’t know, the one too good to meet you for tea. “And this building?”
“It’s the sapphire pavilion,” he trails off again, clearing his throat. “It’s Concubine Lola’s pavilion.”
“I see.” You remember hearing earlier, she’s his favorite, her pavilion is perhaps more opulent than any of the others you’ve seen, second only to yours.
“Yes, it is quite lovely I suppose.” He seems unimpressed, eyeing you then. “I believe Emperor Gojo will… enjoy your pavilion, if that’s not too bold to say.”
It’s your turn to blush, looking down now, hands in front of you as you two walk along the soft grassy knowl, and he lays one of his outer robes down for you to sit. You smile and thank him. “I don’t know if I agree.”
“I have known Master Gojo my entire life, I do believe it’s true,” his soft words make you relax just a bit. “Master Gojo is young and… difficult at times.”
“Perhaps I wish I’d have you for a fiance.”
“My lady!”
“You’re very sweet.” You’re giggling behind your hand as he blushes.
“I’m no Emperor Gojo, but thank you for the kind words.”
“Ah, well I don’t know him yet. I know no one here,” your words get trapped in your throat, you watch the hustle of the servants as they work, cleaning or gardening, the merchants taking down their carts across the way in a little circular shop, while a butterfly lands on your knee. “Oh look.”
“They say it’s good luck, my lady.” He smiles kindly again, reaching a finger out for the butterfly to go to.
“He likes you.” He laughs a bit, sighing.
“Insects do.”
“They’re good judges of character.”
“He will like you, I know it,” you’re unconvinced, it’s as if Ijichi feels sorry and is trying to cheer you up, but you nod a bit to appease him. He stands and holds out a hand, helping you up. You brush yourself off and hand him his now crumbled robe, which he folds over an arm. “Let us go back.”
You miss him already when he leaves, the kindness of him was so welcome in this place of deceit, of fakeness, of lies. Everyone seemed out for something, you suppose home wasn’t much different, but to the extent the ladies gossiped it was utterly ridiculous.
“I’d like to go to the bathhouse, Miwa would you take me?” You ask one of the girls, she’s a little quieter than the other two, a little more friendly.
“Of course I can, my lady, but also you could have a bath run?”
“I hear they’re very nice, and I’d love a chance to see.” She nods, grabbing a gown for you, as the other two whisper again, earning your eye roll. “I brought some hair soap, let me fetch it.”
“What’s hair soap?” She asks, you show her now and she seems curious.
“I have several if you’d like to try.”
“If it makes my hair that beautiful, yes!” She’s smiling warmly at you, now you feel just a little more comfortable, as she walks you through the massive doors, it’s dusk now, the sky alit with purples and oranges. “Emperor Gojo is the most handsome man in the land.”
“Is he now,” you really don’t give a fuck, to be quite honest. Suguru was a beautiful man, his violet eyes, his little lazy smile, elegant fingers that would hold your hand in secret any chance he got. Gojo may be gorgeous, but you had him in your head, the man who loved you.
Well, you think he did?
He never got a chance to say if he did back or not, kissing you in that moment, the last moment you had. The nightmares over and over on the trip were enough to make you sick, you kept writing letters and burning them, not knowing how the fuck you’d ever get one to him in secret. Your parents were fond of him but never enough to match your station.
“What’s wrong, my lady?” You realize you’ve quit walking then, just standing there as the pain echoes.
“I’m sorry, I’m a little tired, Miwa.” She nods, and you enter the enormous bathhouse now, fragrant steam already pricking your nose as you two enter a room with several women changing.
You blush just a bit, things were more open here than back home, the girls are more friendly as they smile, and walk off, leaving you to have Miwa start undoing your obi, the delicate bands of silk. She’s slowly untying you until you’re bare, and then steps in front of you, holding the thin white shift out.
“We wear this?”
“You will, yes, attendants don’t bathe here, we go to a different area of the bathhouse.” She’s slipping it over your head, like a whisper of silk as it dances across your body, while Satoru is on the other side, being fed grapes and lavished on by his favorite girls, in lieu of meeting you.
Satoru Gojo’s kissing his favorite, Lola, her pretty lips dewy from the baths, as his other girls are brushing their hands all across his body. He’s chuckling a bit, trying to kiss every single one of the four girls now, they’re all touching him, massaging him, littering kisses on his body. The warm waters undulate against his skin, lapping around his chest as he sighs, his eyes shutting.
It’s almost good enough to forget the endless responsibilities he never fucking wanted, all the sweet scents and practiced touches of his concubines. If Satoru could say anything was a perk, it was the beautiful, voluptuous fucking concubines, as if they were all tailored to perfection. Their giggles get louder when he sucks one of their tits in his mouth, over the thin white material, the others clamoring over who got it next.
Even for an emperor, Satoru Gojo was bold.
Emperors did not lay with more than one concubine at once, it was not a harem after all, though in his travels he’d seen several of those. Now that seemed the way to do it, have a house full of beautiful girls that only fuck him, only want him. Utterly devoted, though these girls were in their own way, he also knew their power plays.
They all wanted one thing, Satoru to put babies in them, and well… he had not made that happen yet. Just two years into it, and young, it was normal, but Satoru made sure he didn’t have babies, pulling out strategically without them noticing, because he just wasn’t ready yet for more responsibility. Plus, once you had one heir, you needed a spare, and more and more with how fragile that could be.
He wanted to have a little more fun, but also he hates tradition, hates the duty disposed on him. War and battle were something he was inherently good at, but running things politically was outright boring. Much of that fun was coming to an end, with this mysterious fucking wife he was to marry in a few weeks time.
He knows he irritated his mother not showing up, but being fed grapes and having his dick sucked? Much better time spent in his opinion, than some meek little princess from far away. She'd likely be some perfectly trained airhead, all the broken betrothal before were just that, but apparently this one they would have no argument of.
He's not really curious about her, he supposes he'll have to see her soon, perhaps lay with her, then he'll come back to his other girls. Life is mostly good for him when he loses himself in them, in drinks and throwing elaborate parties, in forgetting the overwhelming duties that lie ahead.
Suddenly, the doors to the baths open, certain high ranking ladies could also come in, so he curiously looks over, to a sight that makes his heart pound in his fucking chest. She's beautiful, surely but he shouldn't be so affected, when her eyes catch his and he's dying to know just what's behind them.
Satoru just doesn't think that way.
You catch sight of him as Miwa undoes your hair fully, letting it fall and brush against bare shoulders, you feel exposed then, to his insanely bright eyes. He is as beautiful as they say, perhaps even moreso, the glimpses of the hard lines of his face, as the soft lanterns cast a glow above.
Surrounded by four beautiful women, but he's staring right at you instead. You figure he's curious who you are, and brush off the feeling. Miwa dampens your hair and proceeds to massage it in your scalp, you sigh at how good it feels, head falling back a bit, eyes fluttering shut.
Satoru can't take not knowing who you are one more moment.
“Who is she?” He asks Lola then, and she blinks a bit, tilting her head, her dark locks falling over a shoulder.
“I’ve never seen her, Gojo,” she looks at her scrutinizingly. “She is… perhaps going to fill Concubine Ana’s place?”
“I heard someone would be soon,” says Concubine Lara now. “She’s very beautiful.”
“She doesn’t look like she’s from here, however,” Lola says curiously. “Her attendant also looks unfamiliar.”
“Hmm.” He’s eyeing you carefully, as you step down into the waters, you dip your head back and then stand up, and that’s when he sees your entire body from that soaked, thin white material. It clings to every delicate line and curve of a body that makes him ache.
You’re so lovely, though you’re not even looking in his direction, leaning back against the wall and sighing, your breasts gently rising and falling, as if begging for his mouth, for his hands. He can’t help but be drawn to you, looking like some beautiful painting, serene and ever so precious, the need to cup your face was as big as his want to cup your tits.
He’s a lover of all beauty, he has four gorgeous concubines kissing all over him right now, but there’s something about you that leaves him breathless. God, he should feel truly sorry for whoever his wife would be with you here as well, another beauty but one that’s so perfect he can’t fucking speak or think.
His wife truly wouldn’t have a chance if he got you.
He steps away then, much to their displeasure, their pretty pouts, he smiles down at them. “Never fear, I want to find out who she is.”
“Of course, your majesty.” They all incline their heads, none of them were really jealous, though they all pouted a bit that he gave Lola some more attention.
It wasn't that Lola was more beautiful, she was very smart and enjoyed playing chess with him. So he tended to just be there more to hang out with her, having the nicest pavilion wasn't really him either, Lola just decorated the shit out of things and had everything immaculate with her staff.
Aside from that they all got along extremely well, and knew he'd marry. They were a little worried he'd spread his time between five of them, but they know he's proficient at managing them all.
Now, eyes locked on your perfect frame, he walks through the warm waters, feeling them softly ripple as he pushes through the water, until you feel his movements, opening your eyes.
Your eyes, the way they look at him, unreadable and so beautiful, he puts on a charm, a smile, but you just blink, water droplets falling from them as you straighten up, running your hands through silken strands. “I’m emperor Gojo.”
You just eye him further, saying nothing, as he blinks in confusion at you. You turn a bit, sighing, the sadness he hadn’t noticed now prevalent on your face, before your eyes return to his. “An honor, your majesty.”
“Please don’t be formal.” Maybe he is like his mother a bit you muse, taking in the beautiful blue eyes even closer, far too blue, like the sky but with a myriad of shades, some you’ve never seen, framed by thick snowy lashes.
He is a beautiful man, by far, but one that has no interest to you. He seems content with his four concubines, who are whispering right now about you behind his back. “Emperor, then?”
“Call me Gojo, are you… here to fill one of the new concubine positions?” You smile a bit at that, a mean quirk of your lips.
Is this what held him up from tea, fucking four women in the baths? Even for royalty this was quite too much. “No, I’m afraid not.”
“God, what a shame,” he steps closer, until his fingers brush against your cheeks, the sensation feels better than you wished it did. You wished it felt horrible, a betrayal of your love, but the touch makes you tremble, and you can’t lie and say its with disgust.
Satoru is enamored when he touches you under the water then, big hand on the small of your back pressing just so, taking it over as he steps closer, so tall and imposing in the water. Your breasts brush against his abdomen, as your breaths quicken, a mix of irritation and something more you don't want to admit, your nipples pressing on his skin as clear arousal happens from his proximity.
You look down shyly, studying his chest, seeing scars scattered across it. You've heard a lot of his military prowess, but didn’t expect him to be that involved. You almost trace a finger across one of them, raised up and pink, before trailing your gaze back to his eyes, so intense to look at it’s difficult, but it’s also impossible to look away once they’ve caught you.
You both stay there for a moment in the quiet, saying nothing and just looking at each other, when he leans down, pressing you along the warmth of the hard wall behind you. One of his long thighs presses against your heat, and you hate how your body reacts, how your cunt pulses around nothing, tummy clenching then, you know the feeling of desire, so you can’t even lie to yourself.
It feels like such a betrayal of the one you loved, of Suguru, what was he doing now? You cannot be like this, and for a man who doesn't want to even know you, couldn’t even meet you. He made you look so stupid to everyone, and to what, be fed grapes by naked women? An action he can accomplish anytime.
You bite back a sigh, mind swirling, the steam of the water rising and entering your lungs, your heart fucking hammering. Satoru leans down further, too close, far too close, an arm on either side of you, strong arms bulging with muscles, veins raised under his pale white skin, shades of blue and green that you want to trail your fingertips across.
You must remember who you are, where you are.
There are no friends here, there is no love, lest you be so foolish, lest you be so enamored by pretty eyes, as if your love didn’t have those too. It’s one thing to do your duty, but your heart cannot fall prey to such tactics, he clearly is expert at them, every touch and look feels calculated, like a play unfolding, with the prettiest actor.
“Your majesty…” you trail off, this wasn’t appropriate behavior for him, was it? Perhaps it was, the man wants anything but his bride to be.
“Gojo,” he corrects, a soft chuckle then as he assesses your face at this angle, so tall over you. Satoru was taller than anyone, so it’s how he is, bigger, imposing, but it makes you feel even more fragile in his hold, the thoughts making his cock ache. “So fucking pretty, god.” He murmurs then, and earns your blush.
The outward praise and the lewd way he says it is too much, he chuckles as he sees it, flushed color on your cheeks, when his lips hover over yours now. You think for some insane moment he’ll kiss you. Your hands go to his chest, as if to stop him, when you feel his steady heart beat under your palm, his warm skin even hotter than the water.
“Can you at least tell me your name, mysterious girl?” He asks, and that’s when you snap out of it, for just a moment.
When you say it he immediately recognizes the name, faltering and stepping back, eyes wide, his lips parted as if he means to say something, but nothing comes out. You can’t help but smile, it’s a mean little smile, batting your lashes as you tilt your head, as if you’re stating something so casual, not the fact that you’re the very bride he’s avoiding.
“Indeed, it was such a shame you couldn't meet me for tea, your majesty.” His jaw clenches at that, as you watch him try to save face.
You can’t be his bride, you can’t be…
He knows then, the clear hurt on your face, the sound in your voice, that he did indeed say fuck tradition and miss meeting you to fuck his four girls instead. He didn’t think he’d care how you felt, he didn’t think it would affect him until he saw the lip you’re biting, the anger flashing in your eyes.
“I… well, I…” he’s trailing off, him, the emperor of the nation, lost to an angry little brat in the waters, one clearly relishing in this one moment. He glares now, feeling himself harder as you scowl, why are you so pretty like that!? “I was otherwise occupied.”
“Yes, indeed, I see you were otherwise occupied,” you eye the girls behind his shoulders, whispering to each other wildly, when you push him back, hands on his chest. “It's rude not to even meet me after I got dragged on a five day journey by ship, you know.”
He is eyeing your hands on his chest that he now pins there for a moment, gripping your delicate wrist with long fingers. It feels too good then, his hold on you, doing things to your body you don’t want to even try to comprehend. Your eyes lock again, as he speaks. “You're my... you can't be... you…”
A sigh escapes your lips, as you tug your hands back from his firm hold, before your dumb brain thinks about those long fingers one more moment. You lick your lips, feeling your throat has suddenly gone dry, nodding. “Yes, I'm your betrothed, I suppose this is our first meeting.”
“I suppose it is…” He trails off, brushing back strands of that silken white hair, looking down now at your body again, in a way that feels like he’s fucking touching you. Part of you wants to shrink back, but the other makes you stand firm, tilting your chin up and keeping eye contact.
“I'll leave you to your pretty concubines, I'm afraid I don't intend on becoming one.” You turn and climb up those steps, the slip forming to you like a goddess, as you turn him down.
No one has ever turned Emperor Gojo down, and not because of his power, his wealth, no everyone wanted him for so much more. His prowess in bed, his body, his face, his entire aura, yet here you are, turning and giving him a little smile as your attendant hands you a towel.
He repeats your name softly, you look back at him, smiling again, that mean little one he’d love to kiss off you, a thought that makes no fucking sense. He watches as those droplets fall from your curves, the material rippling and clinging to every part of you, fucking him up to distraction.
“Perhaps you'll make it to the wedding, your majesty,” you say, wrapping yourself up with the towel, and bowing - a mocking fucking bow that makes him glare right at you as you walk off.
He doesn’t even go back to the four girls waiting, he is so confused by what just happened, instead drying off and then sitting in the sauna, leaning his head back on one of the wooden benches. As if the steam and heat will just fucking sap whatever the fuck you just did to him away.
*****
It’s the day of your wedding to Emperor Gojo.
You’ve not seen him since that fateful meeting in the baths, and you’ve avoided him actively when you’ve run into him, every time you see him you either duck behind a pillar, a fruit stand, something. Once you couldn’t so you just inclined your head in a bow and continued, infuriating the living fuck out of him. He’s seen you hiding and ducking like a foolish child.
He doesn’t actively seek you out however, he doesn’t make any of the three meetings you’re supposed to have before marriage. So it’s both of you just avoiding each other like a plague, he’s laughing with that booming sound of his, throwing his head back as he walks arm in arm with his girls. You stay alone, just your attendants walking behind you.
People are spreading rumors about his clear lack of interest, and Satoru hears them frequently. When one of his concubines says something to the other about how he must not find you to his liking, he almost wants to laugh, because that sure the fuck wasn’t the case. If it were looks alone, you were the epitome of everything he finds attractive, but it’s more than that.
For the past few days his mind keeps fucking drifting to you, he can’t stand it truly, when he was getting his cock sucked by Lola and had to shut his eyes, wondering what it’d be like between your plush lips. He was so frustrated he couldn’t even keep it hard - and that has never happened to Emperor Gojo, notorious in fact for round after round.
Lola had been as perplexed by him at this development, but now when he walks past you and inhales your sweet scent, his cock is hard from that. Absolutely infuriating, he wonders if your country is one of witches truly, and you’re here to just fuck with him, ignoring him on top of it. Your chin up in the air, stubborn and rude as you walk by in those pretty robes.
It’s an agonizing few days, for Satoru, and a dreadful few days for you. All you can think of is Suguru, you keep writing and writing, knowing he’ll never see it, until your tears soak the ink on the paper. You’d hug your pillow in that huge bed, in that lonely room, hating yourself for even finding Satoru attractive, forcing those thoughts out of your head, so you can remember.
He didn’t want this anymore than you did.
The thoughts of that reign supreme now, that it wasn’t as if Satoru wanted this marriage, and in that way perhaps you two could find some common ground, some agreement that keeps the contact minimal. You’re knowledgeable about what your role is as a wife, how to serve him sexually and domestically, so you hope that will help you separate it all.
The only experience you had was Suguru, his loving kisses and his desperate tugs at your bodice, he’d slip a nipple into his mouth while hidden in the corners, behind the curtains, wherever he could get a moment. Brief, beautiful moments, where you fell deeper each time, that can’t just fade, it can’t just disappear.
To know you’ll watch your husband with several women, that he’ll not just sleep with them, but spend time with them, have babies with them, and you can’t even write the man you love is an even more bitter pill to swallow. You know it’s a man’s world, of course it is, but the cruelty there is a joke, at least back home men tried to keep their mistresses hidden.
You know Suguru would have never been that way.
You try to push past the hurt as you enter the immaculate hall where you are to bind yourself forever to a stranger. You walk quietly, looking at the man who doesn’t want to be here any more than you did, truly, eyeing the tall white haired man wearing his thick dark blue sokutai. It was not a traditional one, the robes altered to reveal far too much of his muscled chest, as Satoru liked to do you noticed.
He seemed to relish in how attractive everyone found him, a trait that just turned you off more truly, but you suppose none of it matters, this is all for political gain, for a show. There will be nothing between you two, even though with each step bringing you closer, you feel the pressure eating at you, you feel the walls closing the fuck in until you almost can’t move.
The eyes on you, the whispers, and now Satoru’s blue eyes drinking you in, you actually for one moment tremble, before putting on your fake fucking smile, the one that you practiced in the mirror. Making gracious head movements as your robes trail, whispers of silk and satin along the laid out rug you’re walking across, meeting his gaze finally.
Satoru’s heart hammers in his fucking chest as you come closer, as all of you enters his field of vision. To say you were beautiful before seems an understatement, now looking at you leaves him speechless, throat dry as you wear that beautiful sky blue ceremonial juunihitoe, layers of blue and white, embossed with silver flowers just flowing from your body.
His pulse races so badly he can hear the blood flow in his ears, swallowing nervously as you clutch your hands together until you’re in front of him. He tentatively takes your hand, swallowing it in his huge grip, fingers wrapping around your own, not saying anything, but looking at you so intensely. You see none of his concubines attended, perhaps they do not join such festivities.
You wonder if he can’t wait to go back, and you wonder if it bothers you either way, as the ceremony begins. It’s long and tiring, as they say the words that you both scarcely pay attention to, as they bond you together in a contract that is iron clan, that will never be something you can get out of. You feel your freedom - did you ever have it?- slip away with every word.
Satoru is surprisingly quiet, you’re not sure what you expected, something mocking or some sort of boredom, but he’s frowning, eyeing you over and over, as if searching for something. You wonder if he’s trying to find a flaw, or if he’s just trying to find something he might like about you enough to handle the times he would have to spend.
In the first month, he would have to spend all his time in this pavilion, not to say he would not go off and do things, but husbands - even emperors - were supposed to spend some time devoted to their new brides. You imagine he wouldn’t like it anymore than you would.
There is music playing, and beautiful dancers waving their fans, when you both sip on each of the three cups of sake, as is tradition, speaking the words. Satoru places his lips on one end of the little ceramic dish, then hands it to you, eyeing the red painted on your lips.
He notices how it shimmers, that your makeup has been done clearly, there's color under your eyes, a pinkish hue that makes them appear even prettier. He catches sight of the blush along your precious cheeks - precious, why did he think that? The thought irritates him, along with not being able to rip his fucking eyes off you, when you two continue the ceremony.
Eventually it’s well past night time, and he's prepared in just a thin Kimono from his attendant, loosely tied. “Master Gojo…”
“Yes, Ijichi?” He’s very close with him, Ijichi has been serving Gojo since he was a teen himself, he eyes the tired man, who sighs a bit, tightening the sash.
“I think your new bride is…”
“Speak it, you’re allowed.”
“She’s lovely,” Satoru blinks in surprise then, Ijichi has never said that about a single one of the ladies here, to the point Satoru assumed maybe he didn’t even like women. “It’s bold.”
“You think a lady is pretty? That’s new.” Satoru teases, and Ijichi stands back, serious look as always on his face, but he’s also shifting a bit, nervously.
“I think many women are pretty, I suppose I meant her… not just her outer appearance.” Satoru tilts his head in confusion now.
“Not just appearance?”
“She’s caring, funny, and intelligent. She was very kind to me as well…” Satoru could swear he sees a blush for the first time on Ijichi’s cheeks, is it possible your witchcraft has even affected his butler?
“I see, you like her.”
“Very much so, I just wonder if you might too, I know you’re against this marriage, but you never know.” Satoru looks away then, sighing a bit.
“Not sure she’s fond of me.”
“You did miss tea-”
“Are you on her side!? You serve me.”
“Yes, Master Gojo.” He’s all quiet again, as everyone in the fucking kingdom is offended for you at this point it seemed, from the lowest servant to his attendant, to his damn mother.
“I appreciate your thoughts, I’m sorry. I’m tired.” Satoru explains, and Ijichi nods, clearing his throat now.
“Shall you go to her chambers?”
“That’s what I must do.”
Satoru won’t admit he’s nervous, that his hands are sweating, walking over to your chambers now and entering them. Ijichi bows at you, while you’re sitting in front of the vanity, your attendant brushing out your hair. You look at them both in surprise, as if you didn’t expect him to come, even on your wedding night.
“My lady, congratulations on your wedding.” Ijichi says, and Satoru watches you soften, a sweet little fucking smile that he doesn’t think he’ll ever get from you, one that lights up your beautiful face and stops his heart.
“Thank you so kindly, Mr. Ijichi.” You smile again as he blushes, turning away and disappearing down one of the halls quietly, leaving Satoru with you. He inhales the sweetness of your scent, mixing with the incense you've lit, looking at the attendant then, who is blushing as well.
“You may leave,” Satoru orders Miwa out then, she curtseys and runs off, leaving you alone with a stranger, an emperor. He eyes you curiously, tilting his head as he studies your robes, light blue, your breasts exposed down the center, showcasing much of your skin. “Stand up.”
“Of course, your majesty,” his jaw tenses as you speak, as you stand slowly and his blue eyes drink the sight of you in. “Surprised you weren’t too busy to come.”
“You’re awfully angry about tea, hmm?” He steps closer now, long strides with his impossibly long legs, towering over you when he’s close, so close. You swallow nervously, but put on a brave face, a fake smile.
“Perhaps we should get on with things quickly, so we can have an heir.”
“What now?” His thin brows lower over his eyes, which narrow.
“Indeed, the quicker you put your seed in me, the quicker we can be done, at least one would look good for the kingdom.” Your words fucking baffle him, when you step back, undoing the knot of your robe then.
“What are…” He trails off, blushing when you’re naked, his cheeks burning as he sees your beautiful body, the one he’d jerked off to just the fucking outline of the other day.
He doesn’t jerk off, he has women for that, but he couldn’t stop himself, cumming more in his hand from the looks of you than with any of his women. He can’t help but look at your pretty breasts, they sway just a bit as they’re released, and you shift just a bit, hands knotted together in front of you, as if you’re preparing for an inspection, seemingly calm.
“What are you going on about?” His eyes slip lower, across the soft curve of your hip and stomach, even lower, to your cunt just there tempting him between the plush of your thighs that are pressed together.
“An heir, it’ll make things easier for us both,” he chuckles then, a mean smile on those vermillion lips. “Should I prepare you, your majesty?”
Satoru’s about to fucking lose it, his fists clench at his sides, trying to look in your eyes and not those beautiful fucking tits just begging for his hands. He pulls it together, snorting as if he finds you amusing and not heartbreakingly beautiful. “As if you know what to do.”
You step closer now, hips swaying as if to torture him with each undulation, all bold just like in those baths, you’re not the shy and practiced girl, you’re not the one giggling and teasing. You’re not the girl he expected, not even fucking close, how your fingertips brush the cool silk of his robe over his overheated skin.
Satoru was used to being the one in control, just what the fuck was this, how you’re acting, what you’re doing!? He is furiously blushing now at your proximity, annoyed you have whatever odd effect this is, when you speak - “I can make this at least enjoyable for you.”
“Tch, 'you think you're adequate at it?” You smile just a bit, it’s not that cute one you gave Ijichi, it's evil and making him harder.
“I've had instructions on how to please my future husband, there are many books that show it, I was given them to read.” Satoru laughs, trying to play it off, when he undoes the tie finally, as his robes land on the floor at a pool of his feet. He’s just in a fundoshi, a thin strip of material showcasing a straining erection.
“Let's see it, then.” He says, all cocky, until you're on your fucking knees before him, slipping down his fundoshi ever so carefully like some professional. He’s sputtering, unsure what to think - maybe you've done this before, but why should that bother him!? Why does that thought make him infuriated, as you have him whimpering from your breath on his inner thigh.
You have his cock free, it is so heavy that after slapping his stomach it just hangs there, thick and already hard from just seeing you. You bite your lip as the cool stone floor hurts your knees, just a bit. You take your hand carefully, stroking him slowly, from the base where he has tufts of white hair, to his pink tip leaking milky drops, admiring the veins that wrap it.
You could swear you hear a whimper, but your heart is pounding in your ears so much it’s hard to know. You swallow nervously and put on your act, running your thumb over his tip and smiling up at the man, his entire body carved and chiseled to such perfection.
“I thought I'd have to get you in this state, how curious since I hadn’t even touched you yet? the books didn't mention it being ready…” Satoru glares now, you're insulting him without even knowing it!? You’re casually calling out his desperation for you, that he’s hard when he just sees you.
He struggles to handle your insolence, your question appears innocent but he doesn’t buy it, not with you. He entangles a hand in your hair then, pulling it firmly as you lap at his tip, almost making him cum from that, while he wraps your hair around his fist, the sight of you enough he could bust ropes all over your pretty face.
“All right, let's see what you've learned, hmm?” He taunts, but you just nod a bit, stroking him then, little hand up and down in gentle twists. He’s tense now, as it feels even better, when you suck him into your mouth, just the tip at first, swirling your tongue around it and tonguing out the salty precum. “Fuck…”
He hopes that whisper was quiet enough, as you take more of him, every inch deeper and deeper from each stroke and movement of his cock in your mouth, while you just look at him like that. Like you want to end him with your pretty eyes and demon mouth, it shouldn’t even feel this good, but his eyes roll back in his head as he fucks your hot mouth, faster and faster.
He’s gasping out, he has never felt anything better even from the most practiced girls, no you have the perfect suction, the way your tongue swirls is obscene, as he fucks your throat and feels you taking so much. He almost thinks you could fucking take it all, seeing the slobber glisten on his cock, moaning at the sight of how your eyes flutter shut when he thrusts his hips inside.
God you feel too good, you have him losing his mind with your little gasps and gags on his cock. “Slutty fucking throat,” he whispers, you pull back just a bit, glaring at him, only for him to whimper, and cry out - “You’re doing s'good, sweetheart…”
Sweetheart?
Slut?
What a conundrum of a man you think, you feel him pulsing in your mouth, but also you feel your tummy clenching, something you didn't expect. You didn’t expect to enjoy this part of sex truly, you didn’t expect to enjoy anything without love, but something about his snowy lashes casting shadows on his cheeks, about his sweet cries, it does something to you.
Your nails are pressing on his muscled thighs, leaving marks on that perfect pale skin when he rips you off him then, saliva dripping from your mouth along with his precum. You’re pulling back to sit on your heels, as he lets go of your hair, and you wipe away some of the drool that’s gathered.
“Um… was I not adequate?” You hate that you actually care if you were, but then Satoru Gojo laughs without humor, standing you up now unceremoniously.
“Not adequate?”' He is lifting you like it’s nothing, your feet dangling off the fucking floor then, when Satoru Gojo slams his lips on yours, shocking you as you cling to him tightly, not to hold him but not to fall. He’s got your thighs on his hips, as he kisses you desperately, tongue devouring your mouth, every corner of it.
You’re lost for a moment, feeling your cunt leak arousal on his tummy, as his huge hands are on your ass, squeezing while he’s tasting himself on your lips. You’re kissing him back without fully realizing it, maybe it’s the surprise, maybe it’s something more that you don’t want to think of, and you get no chance to, when he’s carrying you across the room.
You find yourself thrown right on your enormous bed, decorated in more blues, the color of the Gojo clan, the colors of his eyes - some of them at least, for when he’s hovering over you, saliva string dissipating between your mouths, they’re some dark shade you can’t fathom. His pupils are so blown out it seems like they’re black, his breaths heavy and loud in your ears.
You didn’t think he’d kiss you.
Satoru Gojo’s elegant long fingers slip down your body as he feels it tremble, slipping down further, until his fingers find your slick cunt then. You gasp at the sensation of it, the delicious swipe right up and down, as his plump lips kiss down one of the soft globes of your breasts, sucking a nipple in his mouth. You’re biting back your own moan as he toys with your clit, it twitches under his touch.
“Soaking wet, from sucking my cock, slutty.” He taunts, dangerous voice, even while he’s rutting his cock on the silk blankets, sucking on another pretty nipple as you cry out. The sounds of you end him.
“Y-your majesty, you don't need to do all of that,” you tug at his hair, pulling him off, closing your thighs on his hand now, just trapping him as if he won’t keep rolling those circles. “Ah! Just... get it done, okay?”
You can’t like this.
You can’t betray the memory. And for what, a man who’s doing what he must do tonight, then will run to his favorites? You can’t.
Your words make the emperor pause, looking up and seeing you then, your plump lips are swollen from his kisses, your skin flushed, eyes glittering as your breaths come quicker and quicker. He stops his fingers for a moment, god he’s dying to be inside of you, he wants your cunt to know the shape of him, fuck only him, a maddening thought raging with another.
Your words to get it done, they make sense, they were what he was going to do, until you stunned him again. His eyes trail across your face, seeing the apprehension mixed with clear desire, before trailing down your body ever so slowly. All of the concubines wanted Satoru, all of the women he’s ever been with have begged for him, and here you were, 'doing your duty'.
Something gnaws at him, he leans up and pulls his fingers off, as you look at him curiously, blinking rapidly as if to right yourself. “Do I need to suck you more?” You ask softly, and he shakes his head, clearing his throat then, as he sees the confusion making your brows knit together.
“No, you don’t need to suck me more, you sure liked it hmm?”
“Um, I could just touch you?” He grips your wrist as you try to do so, trailing a hand down his hard abdomen, pinning it before it touches his cock, aching to bury itself inside you.
“Tonight, we will not consummate the marriage.”
The words hurt you deeply, the sense of rejection making your throat close up, you have to at least fulfill your duty here, it’s all you’ve ever even been trained for, and he’s shutting it down.
“Oh, um… did I displease you?” Your voice isn’t confident like earlier, no it’s shy and unsure, he frowns a bit, wondering what the layers of you would be like, to peel them off slowly like your robes.
The thought of a woman not wanting him, especially you, infuriates him. “No, you did not displease me, foolish girl.”
You glare at that, how foolish you are he thinks to himself, do you not see how clearly he desires you, how much he was affected by your naked form, what your moth did to him? He picks you up by your hips, and shoves you up the bed then, making you blink in confusion at the change. “Emperor…”
“So formal, naked in front of me, after I fucked your throat?” He taunts in a whisper, kissing down your tummy with hot brushes of his mouth on your skin. He watches it tense as he dreams of making it bulge with his cock, seeing you tremble under his caress. “Answer me.”
“Fine, Gojo then,” you manage, it’s not as if it’s his first name after all. You’re trying not to cry out as his hands press into your hips, but you fail, head sinking back into the soft satin of the sky blue pillows under your head.
“Are you untouched?” His words earn another blush, averting your eyes from the man settling between your thighs now, thighs that tense on either side as he shoves them apart with his shoulders. “Can’t use your words?”
“I have not lain with a man, no, but I am not untouched.” Satoru's furious that anyone saw your pretty body, but he makes no comment at your honest answer.
Truly, he absolutely hates tradition and wouldn't care if you were or were not a virgin, in fact he prefers experience with his women, but for some fucking reason that thought irritates him, to picture you cumming for someone. Did you smile at them pretty and sweet, or the cruel little sexy look you gave him instead?
Did they drink your cunt, like he’s dying to at this moment? When he sees your pretty pussy, glistening and soaked, he moans softly. He parts your puffy lips then, as you bite your lower lip nervously, thighs trembling on either side of his head, while your slick pools from your little hole. He’s marveling at how wet it is, while his breath ghosts over it, making you jerk.
“Y-your majesty, that's not - ah- in the books!? Mnh what are you - oh!” You’re lost for words, when Gojo has his tongue slipping up your slit, hot and wet lapping a stripe right up it. You’ve never felt something like that, fingers felt great but what the fuck was his demonic tongue delving between your folds? “What are you doing!?”
He’s smirking against your cunt at your cute, cut off little question, seeing your mouth is wide in a slutty O, fuck you’re pretty. “Not everything is in your books, sweetheart,” he teases softly, and he laps up your slit again, making you whine out loud this time, your little fingers are gripping his shoulders, your nails pressing in and just making him harder.
“You’re… doing…” You’re done with speech apparently, not when Satoru’s lapping the juices pouring from your hole, his nose bumping your clit, your hands pressing deeper, feeling the muscles of his biceps as your breaths come quicker and quicker, desire washing over you. “You don’t have to do that!?”
“I'll have you cum on my face tonight,” his words are now muffled as he buries his face in your sweetness, letting the juices drown him and the heady desire consume him, pressing his cock on that mattress and almost cumming from it. “Over and over.”
He’s whispered those last words against your cunt, you’re lost in the sensations then, crying out in desperate little sobs as he works your body. He feels you tense, feels your cunt pulsing around his tongue when he fucks into your gummy walls that grip him so fucking good. He shoves your thighs apart further, dragging you impossibly closer to his face.
You're lost in how good it feels, no longer pulling him off, but tugging him closer without realizing it, pleasure overtaking your mind as your cries mix with his filthy suction, drinking all the liquid just fucking pouring. He’s moaning and rutting his cock, blue eyes looking up between the valley of your breasts, and it’s too intimate, it’s too fucking much.
You've cum before with your lover, but never have you done this, this intimacy of his mouth on you. You’ve never felt this, so intense, so much pressure in your tummy just building, the heat spreading throughout your body further with every vibration of his mouth on you, sending you closer to the edge.
You're screaming out, hips arching as he makes filthy sounds with your squelching cunt, he’s so close to cumming from just this, lost in every sensation of your body. Fuck, he's never enjoyed this so much, and he loves to please - but never was he about to bust his seed all over blankets while he fucking did it, and god he can't help but pay attention to every little thing.
Every movement, every twitch, every pretty cry while your hips arch up for more, until you’re using him, until you’re riding his face so sexy, he doesn’t think you know you are, but he’s fucking you deeper with his tongue. You yank on his hair, as if to tug him off, earning his chuckle as he just clamps down then, sucking your twitchy little clit into his mouth.
That’s when it’s too fucking much.
“Ah!” You’re screaming out, shameless now, while he lavishes every part of your cunt with his tongue, you swear nothing is fucking left unexplored, and now your clit, so sensitive, so stimulated. “Sensitive - mnh!”
“Good,” he’s smirking with his chin coated in you, sucking your clit into his mouth again as you’re screaming out for him. God, he wants you to call him Satoru, he can't say it though, that’s madness. Your cunt is madness, in how he wants to drown in it, how he wants your thighs to suffocate him. “Cum. Now.”
He devours devours your pussy after his clear fucking order, Tongue flicking on your clit as he hums on it, teeth just barely grazing it until you shatter for him. There are no words, just filthy, messy sounds, slurping and squishing echoing in your brand new chambers, while you cum all over your new husband's face, and fuck if you’ve never felt anything like it.
Your eyes are rolled back in your skull, shaking violently as the waves just rush through you, brain short circuiting with how much pleasure he’s rushed through you with his wicked mouth. You're shaking as you come down, as the orgasm leaves aftershocks, pulsing around nothing at all, craving things you shouldn’t, wanting impossibly more.
The pleasure is so intense you’re dizzy, barely able to fucking see, as you’re trying to gain your senses, orient yourself, looking down as Satoru presses one more kiss on your pretty cunt. He’s leaning up then, smirking down at you, pressing a kiss to your lips, when you taste yourself you're a blushing mess.
“You’re yummy, aren’t you? Do you like tasting it?” His voice is husky, his heavy cock brushing your thigh, hot and twitchy, leaking that sticky substance as you’re struggling to form a fucking word.
“I… you… we…” He’s chuckling, you’d scowl at his audacity, but your brain is altogether too fucked out.
“All that talk, all those books you read, it’s cute,” he brushes your hair back and smirks. “But I don't think you're ready f'me yet, sweetheart.”
You’re opening your mouth to say anything, trying to catch your breath as he stands up, bending down to snatch up his robe, lazily tying it over his body as if he’s casually chatting, not fucking your brain up. You sit up and look at him then, at the man you barely know, his eyes linger across your body as he swipes his chin, and you see it’s glistening, coated with your slick.
“You’re messy, tsk.” He smirks again, you’d like to smack that smirk off his face if you could form a thought!? You finally tug the blanket over you, he chuckles, murmuring - cute - like you’re amusing to him then.
“So where will you go, Emperor Gojo, will you go to your concubines to cum?' he chuckles then again, fucking infuriating. He leans down low, tilting your chin up as you look at him.
“Maybe I will, would that bother you, sweetheart?” You shake your head, it can't bother you, and you won’t fucking let it. No way, this will be your life now, you can’t let one interaction distract you, make you forget everything.
“Why would I care, you’ll be doing that all of our marriage, won’t you?” Your question makes him tense. “If roles were reversed, would you care?”
“What nonsense is that?” He’s scowling, and your mean little smile is back, he’d have to fuck that look off you one day.
“It would not bother me, it’s expected.”
“Ah,” he shakes his head, caressing your cheek almost tenderly, you feel foolish fucking thinking it. “You're not the best liar, that won't help you play the court, you know, you’ll have to get a better poker face.”
The mother fucker turns and walks away then, leaving you alone after he’d just licked your cunt, every inch to be precise, after he’d kissed you, looked at you in ways that bother you. The guilt sets in, hot and heavy, you’re crying for the first time in so fucking long, remembering your other vows, the ones that you promised to Suguru.
And now these are your fucking vows.
Just who was Satoru Gojo, and did you care more than you’d like to? No way, you shake that off, trying to process just what the fuck happened, as you tug at the pillows and sob into them. You miss home, you miss Suguru, and now instead of consummating it, you could handle that, you did something worse.
You enjoyed it all.
*****
Satoru doesn't go to his concubines that night, sure he let you think that, but how the fuck could he after he'd just tasted the sweetest nectar that exists right from your cunt? When he'd had your throat constricting his cock, those eyes looking up at him under those lashes?
How could he go try and be with one of them when he just wants to go back in there and sink inside your perfect cunt? Wreck your thoughts of him, rearrange your brain and your guts with his cock? Show you things you never did with whoever was on your mind, make sure you'd only think of him.
He held back for two reasons, one, you were fucking him for duty. Something about it just felt wrong, as a man who hates tradition and duty, but also as a man who needs to be desired in all aspects. The slight fear and nerves in your eyes were enough to make him realize he can't do his ‘duty’ like this, not this way.
He's throbbing when he's back in his chambers, staring at the high ceilings and intricate patterns along it, taking several breaths. He shuts his eyes and all he can see is you lying under him, he can still feel your sticky wetness on his fingers, taste you on his tongue.
He quickly stomps in long strides to grab a caffer of wine, pouring it into one of the silver goblets on his elaborately carved wood night stand. He downs it as quick as he can, hoping he can get drunk enough to sleep after that, to not run back in your room and take you for the first time, fuck he'd take you in every way.
He's soon grabbing his cock, he could have let you suck him off, but something about that when you didn't truly want to, just using knowledge from books, also made him feel wrong to do so. Instead, he could have any girl in the fucking palace please him, but he's stroking his cock like a boy in leading strings, not like the Emperor Gojo at all.
He's laying back on his bed, the overhanging curtains around the four posts closed as if he could hide from even himself what he's doing, stroking his sensitive cock and picturing only one person. Maddening, insanity, he doesn't want a wife, you don't want a husband, but all he can see is how your tits jiggle, while you jerked in his hold, while you whined out and gasped.
He can feel the sting of you yanking his locks as his hand strokes his cock up and down, achingly slow, a maddening pace. He's whimpering again, just like you made him do with your damn demon mouth. Maybe you're some witch, to have him stroking his veiny length, spitting on his cock and wishing it was your juices making him slick instead.
As he jerks himself, touching his tip, he leans back against the giant wood headboard, crying out your name before he can stop himself. Cheeks flush, lashes flutter, while his cock is twitching in his hand, the sounds lewd in his empty chambers, just breathy cries, whispers, and the sound of his hand moving up and down his glistening cock.
He finally cums, cursing and moaning - ‘f-fuuckk’ - while his cum pours all over his hand, an embarrassing amount that he'd like to explain away as not having cum today, as being edged by your throat, but the sight of so much milky seed all over his hand says much more than he'll admit. He's never seen so much, still pulsing out of his pretty pink tip.
“Fuck…” he quickly cleans up, stripping down to nothing and staring at the looking glass in his room. He's got a thin sheen of sweat on his skin, shaking his head as he looks at his own dilated eyes, wondering…
Just who is his new bride?
Well this is gonna be longer than I thought lol! Hope you all enjoyed <3
You are the queen. Your legs wide opens you finger yourself. Moving your hips to the feel of you. You gesture.
A maid come forth before getting on her knees. You pull her face to your pussy. Moaning as your maid gasps into you. You grind your hips against her face as your maid tongues you.
You wrap your legs around her shoulders bringing her closer. Arching as you get close. You maid tongue fucking you before sucking on your clit. You moan in climax as you release onto her face.
Continuing to grind on her face even after. The maid gasps as she continues to eat you out. You're not done with your maid's talented mouth yet.
You release her when you climax again. You lick your lips at the debauched maid, covered in your juices. You gesture for her to undress. Trapping her beneath your arms as you capture her mouth with yours.
Your pussy meeting hers as you repeatedly grind on her. Squelching echoes the rooms as both your vaginas creams with release after release.
You have the maid suck on your nipples as you cum again on her. Your maid close behind in release.
you and nerd!jo were good friends, so you weren't surprised when a text came from him late at night asking for you to come over to his place, with snacks, of course.
one small problem.
you were ovulating. and never in your year of knowing gojo were you this down bad for him. yes you were aware he was handsome. only thing setting him back from getting any popularity with the girls was how much of an absolute geek he is.
he could name you every constellation, every digimon character, and the whole script for every Star Wars movie. you personally found it attractive but you would never try anything with him. he was your best friend after all.
so why is him laying there in his stupid collared shirt on the floor stuffing his face with chips making you so fucking horny?
"anyways, I kept begging and begging but that little kid just didn't want to let go of it! it was the last limited edition biyomon stuffed animal in that store!" he ranted. knowing your eyes should be focused on his face, they traveled down to his biceps peeking from his sleeves.
you forgot he was jacked up. the first time you found out he went to the gym you were baffled thinking that he only had time for formulas and.. whatever he's talking about right now.
"are you even listening to me?" his voice was muffled due to the amount of food he had inside, making him look like a hamster stuffing his cheeks with seeds.
his glasses were sliding down his nose a bit and his hair was so perfectly messed up that under the faux universe lit up by the projector set on his desk only made him look even more ethereal.
"..um yeah, sorry, continue." you mumbled.
he looked at you weirdly, raising a brow before going back to rambling. but you seriously couldn't handle it anymore. your pussy was pulsing, literally saying his name in morse code and you were sure that your panties were drenched by now.
gojo gasped at the weight of you. you shifted on his lap, tugging at his shirt quietly asking to remove it.
to your surprise, he obliged, sitting up to allow you pull up his shirt. the fabric slid of his broad shoulders to fully reveal his toned abs, delicious muscles, and his happy trail.
his face was serious, watching in silence. you were practically drooling at the sight of him, hands gently pushing him back to lay on the ground.
gojo's jaw clenched. his hands finally placed themselves on your waist. his grip was strong, staring up at you in awe. soon enough, his breaths matched yours, coming out in heavy pants as you began to grind on his clothed tent. the outline of his cock stained against his pants.
"take my pants off." he ordered.
you were surprised but you didn't need to be told twice. your hands fumbled with his zipper, sliding his pants off along with his boxers.
oh wow. he's huge.
like, really, really huge.
his tip was leaking pre, a nice shade of pink. your eyes trailed down. he was unshaven but honestly, you found that hot.
a small whimper left your lips when gojo's hand shifted to squeeze one of your breasts, forcing you to now lay down, switching your positions.
"been dreaming of this since forever.." his voice was rough and full of arousal.
and you internally thanked your ovulation, because right now you were getting fucked like you never have before, making you feel like a virgin all over again.
his thrusts were fast and deep, reaching into places you never knew were possible to touch. "mm fuck yes fuck yes yes yes.." he moaned into your ear, moving to kiss your neck, nipping at it hard enough to leave hickeys behind.
your back was arching, arms wrapped around his waist.
"oh my god!" you could feel yourself tear up. all you could process was how good his cock felt and the obscene sounds coming from you two.
"y'know how many times i've jerked my fucking cock to you? you kept torturing me with those pretty skirts and and nah.." his words trailed off after feeling you reach your orgasm, squeezing hard enough to cut off any circulation on his dick.
you panted, body feeling numb. your hands fell off his back thinking you were done.
gojo kept pounding into you, even faster than before if even possible. "not done pretty, I haven't came inside you yet." and based from how he sounded, you were far, far from done.
extra :
"I was hoping to ask you out on a date first, y'know before we even fucked, so I'll ask you now." he was leaning on his elbow, staring down at you as he played with a strand of your hair. "that okay?"
you responded with a nod. of course you were going to go out with him. there was no way you would let anyone else get dicked down by him, ever. he was yours now, and you were his.
Synopsis: You’ve been sold to marry firelord Zuko to be his wife FOREVER, and you have only one job, give him an heir…give him as many heirs as possible…
Pairings: Zukoxreader
Content MDNI: Firelord!zuko, noblewoman!fem!reader, submissive!Fem!Reader, honeymoon, you’re both nervous, he’s sensitive and worried about you,TSUNDERE Zuko, YEARNING Zuko, your first time, he’s FAREL, deflowering, SOFT DOM, praising you, fngering, oral (fem. rec),he’s taking his time with you, he’s ESCALATING, ROUGH, he’s down bad, COWGIRL, he’s secretly submissive, stand and carry position, missionary, you’re NEEDY, WHIMPERING Zuko, MANHANDLING, slight edging, he lasts a long time,biting, slight choking,PUSSYDRUNK Zuko, DUMBAFICATION, BREEDING, he’s trying to get you pregnant, you think he hates you,he’s POSSESSIVE, MARATHONS, multiple orgasm, intense orgasm,cream pie, you’re married, happy endings
Word count: 11.2k(whew!)
Firelord!zuko headcannons
Disclaimers: THERE IS MISOGYNY IN THIS STORY (not from Zuko) AND ITS A SLOW BURN…hang in there.This is based on older Zuko from ATLA movie that got leaked Hope yall enjoy dada! <3
You had only spent all month preparing for this day. The day that you met the fire lord Zuko. You had been chosen by the fire lord a month ago as his betrothed. Day in and day out the noble Liu family home, you prepared for it, and for most women in the fire nation it was a dream, but not for you. You understood what this mean't, the seriousness of being sold to the royal fire nation family. You knew the only real reason for an arranged marriage was simply to make peace with other kingdoms or for trade and wealth or for an heir. The thought alone had made you shutter because this was not so simple as it very well seemed. The family councilman educated you on the history or fire nation kings and their legacy, you had already known proper etiquette as a noble but all sorts of preparations where made. Mostly around how to behave as the wife of the fire nation king.
The most constant lesson was to speak only when spoken to, to honor and obey your king, to not over step, that she was now his property and property of the royal family linage. You had spent your entire life living freely and speaking just as you felt like it, so relearning this was difficult. You worked tirelessly on your posture, your elegance and balance, to become the perfect queen. You couldn't deny the fact that you were indeed nervous. You had never seen him....in person that is.You had already known he was handsome and clearly unwed, but he was rarely seen. The king was not know to boast or make unnecessary public appearances. There were rumors that the fire lord was mad and his court kept him isolated, there's many rumors surrounding the king. But you couldn't shake the feeling that none of them were true, after 30 days of preparing your carriage was being loaded by the servants who you know...you will never see again. And whom you will miss dearly as they are the ones who raised you. You look in the mirror at you beautiful red fire nation hanfu and adjust your perfect formal bun. You take a look around the only room you've known since you were a small child.
feeling nostalgic to take a final look at some of your favorite hiding places. You chuckle softly realizing you hadn't concerned yourself with these spots since you simply were small enough to fit in those cravesses...you close your eyes and take in your final moments realizing that it's true we often take things for granted. Our freedom, our ability to eat when we feel like it, bathe, and dance when we feel like it.
You close your bedroom door that sends an echo through the massive fortress you call home. Each step you take now is measured, trying to absorb even the last steps you'll take in the endlessly long hallways that creeped you out even until now, looking at the old paintings on the wall that you never cared for until now, you honestly had been taking everything in all week as the day had gotten closer. You had come to peace with leaving already, you had not spoken to your father who sold you to the king for god knows how much. You were never close, you were content with not saying goodbye. Your mother as well, submissive and danty to her overtly masculine husband, she obviously had gone along with it. But to be fair you're 100% sure the king offered enough money to feed your family linage for generations, but still.
When you're finally at the exterior of your noble home finally feeling the sun that painted your noble home orange under the sunset. you gracefully take it in as a final goodbye until you take your footmans hand and step into your carriage.
Your carriage ride to the kingdom from the deeper country side of the fire nation kingdom was far enough for you to eventually relax, while the nervous fingers you drummed on the soft fabric of your red hanfu tapped uncharacteristically loud in the silence of the carriage ride. You couldn't help but be even a little anxious...you hardly know what he looks like, what he sounds like. You had sold your soul to fire nation, and you're marrying a stranger in the morning.
Inside of the fire nation thrown room the fire lord Zuko sat formally at his high placed thrown above his court and servants. His cold and stoic expression unmoved until his liaison urgently echoes his footsteps into the dead silent thrown room. The scar over his left eye twitches in slight irritation.
"Fire lord Zuko...if I may speak?"
The man who has been his liaison for years is still nervously shaken by the authority of his king as he nervously bows awaiting a response.
Zuko's expression is unmoved. As he flags his hand toward the man carelessly.
"You may"
His tone is smooth, solid, authorative and commanding.
The liaison stands finally from his bow and adjust himself.
"Fire lord Zuko...your betrothed from the liu family has arrived, her carriage has just made an appearance at the...."
Zuko's hand rises in a manner of pause to stop him from speaking.
"I understand. Bring her in"
The liaison calmly nods accepting the abrupt cut off before the guards open the red thrown room double doors.
When you step across the threshold and enter the dark red and gold throne room with hardly any lighting just the slight beams of golden sunset seaping through the royal windows, Zuko's eyes immediately widen.
You elegantly step toward the thrown not a hair out of place and courtesy without eye contact. Your nerves getting to the better of you. You're barely even sure you want to see him, afraid that perhaps his looks will distract you from your duty. You gulp with your eyes clammed shut.
'His looks don't matter, they don't matter, they don't matter...'
Your panicked thoughts are cut short by a firm, masculine and authoritative voice that echoes through the quiet thrown room.
"Look at me."
His request is final and without question.
You stand straight from your formal curtsy and look directly at him.
'He's...he's handsome...'
You think to yourself finding yourself staring at him, his long black hair, his crown over his half up half down bun. His face is stoic, almost as if he's permanently angry, his golden eyes enhanced in the sunset light that leaks through the thrown room over his face. And his scar. You notice that it's permanent. Old and healed. Yet prominent along the left side of his face, red, lined with pain. No eyebrow on that side of his face. But you notice he wears it with pride not shame. His posture is undeniable and unshakeable.
And you hadn't noticed it until just now. But he's staring at you, the same way you're staring at him. The thrown room is silent but the eye contact between you two is loud and jarring. You blink your stare away and bow again.
"My apologies your majesty fire lord Zuko"
He adjust himself in his thrown resting his elbow casually on the arm of the chair.
"It's alright. Most people stare when they notice my scar."
His tone is still authoritative but, there's an undercurrent of unspoken attempt at comfort. His eyes shift toward your trembling hands despite your perfect posture. He knows.
You nod worried to not say too much.
He clears his throat.
"You understand the arrangement...?"
You nod again.
"Yes sire. I take my duty very seriously..."
He nods subtle and slow.
"So you understand that once you're betrothed to me. The fire lord....that we are arranged to marry in the morning, and as queen you may not return home. Ever. You may not leave the kingdom. Ever. That you may never see your friends or family again. Ever. And leaving would result in treason befitting banishment of the fire nation or execution. This...you understand?"
His tone is robotic. Cold. Unkind. Blunt. It is clear to you that he has not intention to love you. No intention to hold you. And that you duty is simple. Provide royal heirs.
Your eyes soften.
"Yes...your grace. I have been more than aware"
He stands from his thrown with an inquisitive look on his face. Perhaps intrigued.
"And you...you understand that this arrangement is a practical one. Of duty, that your life outside of these walls no longer exists. And your hobbies...do you have any? It will get lonely"
You nod.
"Yes your majesty, just that of the arts...painting, perhaps the harp—,"
He towers over you massive in his frame compared to yours.
"Those things will be limited, once a week perhaps"
You stiffen at the harsh reality.
His eyes examine you and pick you apart. Taking over your frame with eyes that yearn for more.
"You're a brave woman."
He says with a slight smile stitching at the corner of his mouth. His tone only slightly softer, less authoritative, more...playful. But it's subtle as he takes his seat at the thrown again.
"Shan Yu, please show (y/n) to her guest quarters, and ensure that she is ready for dinner tonight and before the wedding tomorrow morning."
The private secretary standing behind his thrown moves toward you stoic and unfeeling. The silence in the thrown room thick a the man escorts you from the thrown room to take you to your room.
You admire the massive royal fortress miles larger than even your old beautiful noble home. The walk to your room feels long, it's silent and almost unbearable. The marble floors make your shoes clank all the way through, you wonder if you'd ever learn this castle enough to walk around without getting lost, all of the long hallways look the same, only a few with distinctive features like paintings of previous kings. And you notice....the paintings of the previous king...fire lord ozai.
The horror stories told of him and king before him. Ruthless, unkind, power hungry and plans of world domination. You smile slightly being grateful for the current fire lord.
The secretary stops abruptly at a pair of large double doors and you stop beside him.
"Your room ma'am"
He says sliding open the doors to your room. It's massive, but simple and beautiful. The dark red and gold royal fire nation colors coated at all angles while warm torches flames light the dim sunset lit room that over looks the balcony. You turn to the secretary with glimmering sad eyes and he returns them to you without words. Despite his stoic and formal demeanor, even he felt for you.
"Ma'am the staff will cater to you if you ring this bell."
He gestures towards a bell that lingers on a thick rope next to the doors.
"Dinner will be ready in the royal dining hall in an hour. The fire lord Zuko will be waiting for you there. Someone will be here to retrieve you then."
He says it almost as if you're and object. An expensive product, but unfortunately it's what you expected. It's what you trained for, you're aware of how the royal court will see you. You've accepted it. You nod gracefully.
"Yes thank you secretary, I will be ready for dinner"
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.
.
Zuko had already retreated to his room to prepare for dinner just as you have, he talks with his secretary as if they are his therapist (he mind as well be)
"She's nervous"
He says with a mixture of tenderness and gruffness.
"Sire I do believe it would be reasonable to feel such a way, she is leaving her life behind"
He says catching a robe that Zuko throws on him that covers the small notebook he carries.
"I don't want her to be nervous, just wanted to make sure that she was well informed. Most noblewomen behave as if marrying the king would be some form of a luxury. But it is a duty. This. This is my duty as the king, to provide my nation with an heir."
He says almost in an anxious and frustrated tone.
"Sire...if I may.."
He snaps his head at the secretary.
"You may..."
"If you want her to be 'less nervous' perhaps...avoid the marriage of impending doom and maybe discuss her interest"
Zuko shakes his head.
"I don't intend to indulge her mind in activities she may rarely if ever participate in. It's important that I keep her focused on an heir. We both understand our duties in that regard"
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That evening you paced in your room just before dinner as if you were loosing your mind.
"I'm having dinner with the fire lord, what should I say, should I remember my royal training? Should take a more down to earth approach?"
You talked to yourself out loud as if it would help. It absolutely did not.
There's a knock at you door.
"Lady liu...his majesty the fire lord Zuko is now requesting your presence in the royal dining hall ma'am...please...come with me"
You nod and exit the room following suite to the servant.
The walk through palace is frustratingly long, imagining spending the rest of your life learning the ins and outs of this palace rises slight irritation in you.
Arriving into the dark and dim lit royal dining hall that was only lit by torches casting shadows all over the walls makes your palms dampen with nervousness. It's dark out now. No light pouring from the windows.
On the opposite far end of the long dark wooden table the fire lord sits sturdy and unphased eating. It's dead silent. No servants other than the royal chef coming out to place your plate at the table at the opposite end of him.
You move to pull out your chair before sitting smoothly.
You slowly inhale and exhale, the smell of royal Chinese Peking duck filling your nostrils as you try to ease yourself.
You can barely see him across the table as he eats silently. Only his scar making an appearance under the low glow of the flame torches.
"Your majesty..."you murmur breaking the silence.
"Yes, what is it?"
His tone is disconnected all together and you gulp at his handsome frame at the other end of the table.
"About the wedding sire—,"
"All arrangements have been made"
His tone is final as if already cutting the conversation short, he grinds his teeth in frustration.
His finality of the conversation makes your stomach sink.
"My councilman will visit your chambers to enlighten you further of tomorrows nuptials"
He says bluntly. Despite his bluntness you can't help but let your eyes wander on his handsome face despite his scar and long dark hair. His golden eyes piercing across the dim dining room.
"You're beautiful, and healthy...it will do well for us when it is time to consummate the marriage after the wedding"
His words stifle you and you practically drop your chopsticks.
"C-consummate?"
You stammer nervously over the dinner you've barely touched.
And for the first time since you've met him you can see the first crack in his formal demeanor. His eyes widen with surprise at your clear confusion on the matter.
"Yes. The Marital act to prove legitimacy..."
His tone is eched with something like worry? Concern?
'How can she not know? She had made it seem as if she had been fully informed..'
He places his chopsticks down making a clank noise and placing an elbow on the table.
"It is...imperative. You must've known..."
His tone is growing more and more obviously worried by every passing moment.
You stare at him wide eyed with surprise before shaking it off and stuffing your mouth with your first bite of food now hiding your lack of knowledge.
You finally swallow your food letting it slither down your throat before clearing your throat and speaking.
"Your majesty...I was informed of my overall duty...I was not informed of the wedding night, I expected intimacy. But I did not expect...so soon"
He nods understanding. She would not have been chosen to marry him or had been an eligible bride befitting royalty had she had been touch.
"You are...untouched?"
Despite him already being well aware he waits for your response.
"Yes."
You nervously grip tight to your chopsticks to eat.
Zuko's eyes are burning into you now across the table his golden eyes drinking you in like stalking predator.
"I see"
He says calmly.
"That will change tomorrow night"
He says it casually as if it's nothing. he stands from the table glancing at you.
"Please. Try not to look so damn scared..."
He gracefully walks from the quiet dining table and disappears behind double doors.
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That night in your quarters the female servants ready you for a bath letting the water run until the steaming water filled the tub appropriately. You settle into the bath tub and sink into the warm water the steam caressing your skin. The servants bathe you while you loose yourself in thought about him informing you of the 'consummation.' Your heart sinks at the thought. You can't help but think of him differently now, his face and scar running through your mind on replay now, your cheeks burning red and hot at some of your sudden impure thoughts.
After your bath and the servants leave you, you finally sink into your luxurious bed and look around the dim lit room and the full moon beaming in through the balcony. You roll over to lay on your stomach in the expensive sheets. You mind wanders to his demeanor and tone, cold and disinterested.
"He hates me...great...a loveless marriage too..."
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By the first morning light you were awakened by the disruptive and chaotic sound of female servants storming into your quarters, you'd barely opened your eyes as they lug you out of bed to bathe and dress you.
After your warm royal lilac and honey bath you stood up on a stool while they dressed you, wrapping you in the red fire nation bridal attire. Despite your acceptance of your circumstances you couldn't help but become all but more anxious as you think about all of the different possibilities. You tremble nervously and one of the maid notices.
"Ma'lady are you alright?"
You're gulping hard and hesitating to speak, or to even ask questions. But you finally speak softly.
"What should I know about....the fire lord Zuko? before I marry him..."
The maids pause and glance at eachother before one of them answers.
"We aren't allowed to disclose information about his highness ma'lady...."
You sigh in slight disappointment.
"But..."
The maid pauses but continues to speak and your head perks up with hope again, anxiously ready to recieve even the slightest bit of information.
"Woman to woman ma'lady...fire lord Zuko is sensitive and...he has a temper...."
The maids says plainly before going back into adjusting her dress.
"That's all?"
Your tone is starved with curiosity for more information, almost frustratingly so. The other maid looks at you through the free standing mirror placed in front of you for efficiency, applying the finishing touches to your bridal garments.
"It's all we are capable of providing ma'lady we deeply apologize"
Once they've finished dressing you, you admire your red chiffon hanfu in the mirror, your hair tied into a half up half down bun. Once you were properly polished and dressed to perfection the maids guide you from your quarters to the emporer's ceremonious corridor.
The long walk had only made you more nervous than you had already felt, your heart dropping to the pit of your stomach and your stomach doing summersaults when you arrived at the red double doors of the royal wedding. You can hear the subtle sound of the ceremonial music muffled just beyond the doors.
When the massive heavy throne room doors slide open the royal court and guests stand as the ceremonial music spills through; elegant and refined. The only sound in the massive hall.
At the end of the hall stood your betrothed formally dressed and absolutely handsome. His stoic expression rather off putting but oddly attractive. To ground yourself your eyes zero in on him, the fresh morning sun light bathing the throne room in radiant warmth, igniting the brightness of his golden irises. Shamelessly his eyes lock on yours and if you weren't mistaken you were certain you could see his expression softening as you stepped across the threshold and your shoes echo on the marble floors.
Every step towards him and the royal officiant felt as if the earth beneath you was spinning, yet you still contained your elegant composure.
When you finally reach the alter the morning light shines through your eyes and ceremonious jewelry. Zuko lets a smile crack on his face and it makes your eyes soften, he nods at you and the officiant as the music stops.
"You look beautiful"
He murmurs quietly under his breath to you while the officiant speaks.
"Thank you your highness..."
You cheeks run hot as you blush slightly breaking his eye contact to gather yourself for just a moment. The two of you state your vows as ceremonially as necessary, but when he says the words.
"To have and hold, and till death due us part"
Every part of you can feel that he means it. That he is devoted to you. Eyes only for you.
"As king of the fire nation it is my duty to nurture and care for the family I will cultivate with you (y/n) there may not be love between us just yet...but I intend to care for you in every way that is necessary, on my honor"
His words make your chest swell with emotion as you blink away tears.
"As the future queen of the fire nation I promise to obey, honor and serve the fire lord Zuko, and to dutifully fulfill my role with grace"
"In honor of the fire nation I pronounce you as king and queen of the fire nation!"
The officiant exclaims.
"Sire. You may now kiss the bride"
The cracking smile on Zuko's face falters as he looks at you.
"May I?"
His voice is gentler, suddenly more considerate.
Your eyes widen as he patiently waits for your answer.
You nod yes, eyes glimmering on the young and handome fire lord. Your king. Zuko takes a gentle hand cups it at your chin tilting your head upwards to him as he steps only a foot closer to you closing the already very little distance between you. His free hand coming in to hold your waist stead as he slowly leans down to capture your soft lips in a slow kiss. His lips caress yours with smooth and profound motions that set a warm flame in your chest. And for a moment it almost seems as though he can't pull away from the kiss until the court erupted in cheers. He breaks the kiss slowly and when your eyes meet now there's a different feeling there, perhaps warmth, comfort, a sense of safety. He nods at you as the two of you turn to your adorning crowd.
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The reception followed immediately after the ceremony, the two of you sit on your thrones as the court participated in traditional co-ordinated music and dance, royal food and treats on display for all to access for as far as the eye can see. The ballroom is in the full energy of celebration, besides you two. You glance over at your new husband and he couldn't look more disinterested as he rests his chin on a propped arm at the arm of the chair facing away from you looking out toward the crowd and celebration.
You awkwardly fidget in your seat and the tension between you builds between you. And not the good kind, it's awkward and you can't pin point why. He groans in irritation as he only darts his eyes toward you still having not moved.
"Stop fidgeting"
It's a command, one with an undertone of slight annoyance.
Your breath hitches with surprise at his sudden an insensitive command.
"You're making me nervous."
His tone is blunt but vulnerable at the same time.
"I-I I'm sorry your majesty...I—,"
You murmured nervously truly just so unsure of what to do.
"Stop acting so scared. I'm doing the best that I can to comfort you. Your nervousness is rather contagious."
You adjust yourself and exhale trying to ease yourself.
"You're right your majesty...I have been in my head"
He groans in frustration.
"You behave as if this marriage is a death sentence, as if your impending doom is approaching. You much understand you are taken care of"
Despite his clear effort to comfort you it doesn't do much justice. You cover your still trembling hand, hiding it from him due to him being very clear your nervousness is off putting.
He rubs his hand over his mouth.
"What do you want. I will provide it"
Your lips quiver before mouthing stammered words.
"My lord...I-I'm n-not sure...this question...is rather unexpected...perhaps we should discuss this is private?"
He nods.
"Your right"
A firm hand grips hold of your wrist before he whisks you away from the ongoing festivities down a quiet hallway.
"Your majesty...we s-shouldn't leave the party...your secretary and the court—,"
Your tone is clearly worried of making any mistake. He tsks pulling you into a quiet music room. The first door he found. He closes it behind the two of you with an impatient slam.
Your hands lift your bridal garments to look around the dim lit colossal music room. He closes the space been you with an intense rush.
"What do you want?"
His question is firm and direct as he pants slightly, his eyes burn into you with a passion you've never experienced. You hesitate to speak.
"I'm sorry my lord...I-I haven't given it any thought...I was informed...that my desires...would be unfulfilled...and that my duty was only to serve you and your desires sire..."
He closes the space between you in one step.
"For god sakes who told you that?"
For some reason his voice is more casual...and you gulp.
"You are limited to your personal desires due to your royal duties my lady but it is not non-existent."
His voice is softer.
Your eyes rake over his handsome grace in the secluded and private space.
"Your majesty...we shouldn't be alone like this...the councilman and the royal court will be looking for us..."
He slams a hard hand against the wall just beside your head letting a loud bang echo through the large and quiet music room making you startle. He learns in close to your face breathing you in silently.
"Damn the court, and damn the councilman...."
He pants heavily with a primal look in his eyes that makes your stomach sink as if he'd tear you apart at the slightest opportunity.
"Such an obedient wife, always following the rules, doing the right thing..."
He inhales deeply as if he's holding back the wild beast within himself.
"Such a good girl..."
He says his voice low and gravelly inhailing you. His mouth grazes into the crook of your neck his breath lingering and ghosting over the sensitive skin there. He groans low in his throat, barely able to make out words.
"Your majesty we c-can't, I-It's not quite our honeymoon..."
Your breath catches as his free hand grips your hip and presses you against his waist.
"I'm not sure if I can can wait that long princess..."
He rasps huskily.
"I can't wait to deflower you piece by piece"
He growls through his teeth as the sound of an authorative male voice echoes through the hallway outside of the door.
"Firelord Zuko and lady liu your royal presence is requested at..."
The councilman stops in his tracks at the door after opening it, witnessing the inappropriate scene of the Firelord in visible and barely tamed heat.
"Your majesties...your honeymoon will be soon, but for now you must remain present during the reception..."
Zuko drops his hand from the wall and your waist with a sigh and groans with irritation. You finally exhale the frog in your throat.
"Fine, I can wait"
His tone barely accepting the circumstances. He looks back at you from the corner of his eye letting his piercing golden irises follow you and the councilman out of the room.
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The remainder of the reception between you was more...intense, still awkward from the aftermath of the intense exchange only moments before. And Zuko is back to not even looking at you, and you sink in your thrown lost at what to do, barely understanding him.
After the reception the councilman approached Zuko while guests clear and servants immediately begin the clean up.
"Your majesty the carriage for your honeymoon is fully loaded and prepared"
He nods gesturing his hands to a servant to whisk you away. The server out stretches his hand to you letting you take hold and guiding you through the palace. Zuko follows suite. You can feel his eyes burning into the back of your head with hidden desire.
When the two of you reach the loaded carriage you allow the coach to load you in. When you settle into the carriage you notice Zuko finishing an exchange of words with the councilman before he joins you in the carriage, the fire torches lighting the exterior of the carriage curating a dim warm lighting in the dark carriage.
The carriage pulls away from the palace and you begin to tense with anticipation, stealing glances at your new husband who is suddenly appears disinterested. You sink into the soft fabric of the carriage seat interior and tap your nervous hands at the soft fabric of your hanfu. The carriage ride is another awkward silence for the two of you for a very decent stretch of time that makes your mind race to the different possibilities. He doesn't touch you. He doesn't even look at you, his eyes stare outward of the window with the dark forest that passed you by in the carriage and some part of you actually wish he might just take you. Your craving his touch, the feeling of his mouth barely touching your neck and the firm grip of his hand on your waist still firmly imbedded into your mind and driving you slightly crazy.
Eventually the carriage haults to a full stop the tamed horses that pulled the carriage neighing to alarm you two of your arrival before the couch announces it.
"Your majesties, you've arrived at your honeymoon villa"
For the first time in hours Zuko's stoic expression meets your nervous one. He exists the carriage and holds his hand out stretched to you until your out of the carriage with him.
Standing at the exterior of the dark red Chinese palace, the grand fortress mesmerizing to you as you soak in the massive home.
"T-this is the honeymoon villa?"
He nods.
"It belonged to my family for generations, it's heavily fortified, secluded and crawling with guards...to protect the sacred copulations"
You gulp at the word copulation that he says so casually. He hovers his hand to the small of your back as you climb the stairs and approach the entrance of the fortress. At the exterior of the palace the royal servants and staff line up at the stairs to greet the two of you and Zuko's jaw clenches in agitation and impatience.
"Welcome to the honeymoon villa your majesties, we are at your services full time during your stay"
The head maid bows speaking for the others and places a respectful kiss to the roof of both of your hands before backing away. Zuko glances over at you as if to be checking for something as he gestures you toward the heavy dark red double doors that the guards pull open for your entrance, his hand never leaving the small of lower back as you finally cross the threshold of the warm lighting of the sacred and secluded palace, the servants pouring in behind you immediately spreading out throughout the palace and working.
You look around admiring the culturally appropriate architecture of the interior, the gold lining, stained glass, mural paintings and architectural ancient paintings along the high ceilings.
"How long are we staying here your majesty?"
Zuko casually shrugs off his royal over garments and then taking off yours before handing them off to a servant. he nods them a silent thank you before calmly admiring your awe.
"Two weeks"
She shudders at how intentional that is.
"Your majesties shall I show you to your quarters?"
The servant asks politely and Zuko nods, moving his hand to your waist to follow him. The servant provides a small tour as they guide the two of you through the beautiful forttess.
You anxiously fiddle with the soft red chiffon fabric of your water sleeves until you're standing at the massive double doors.
"Your royal suite your majesties"
The servant says pushing open the heavy doors as if they're light as a feather, exposing the luxurious room. The space is colossal in nature with high ceilings, and the first thing you noticed was the open and moon lit balcony with an ocean view that you can hear crashing just below. You turn to the massive king sized bed with dark red satin bedsheets and a red and gold draped canpy fabric at the upper linings. Your danty bridal shoes tap against the marble floors as you step inside and surround yourself in the flame torch lit room that dresses the room in warm golden lighting.
The servant gestures toward a bell hanging down a thick rope beside your bed.
"Please ring the bell—,"
Zuko holds up his hand impatiently towards the servant.
"We will manage"
His tone is stern and final as the servant nods and backs out the suite, bowing respectfully before closing the double doors, the doors slam with a finality that makes his spine stiffen.
Zuko awkwardly clears his throat in the now dead silent room only the sound of the waves crashing near the balcony.
You turn to face him with cheeks already brimming red as roses.
"Are...you alright princess?"
His voice is tender. Overly aware of the sensitive situation despite the burning urge to take you thoughtlessly right now with that sweet and innocent look on your face. But he knows better. His veiny hands curl into fists with slight frustration as he looks away just to break the eye contact with your sweet and endearing face.
"Y-yes...I'm f-fine....I-I just...would like a bath...to wash the day away....I should ring the bell for the servants..."
You feel a sudden overwhelming rush of anxiety as you have flash of the word ‘copulation’
You tremble slightly moving past him to reach for the rope on the bell but his hand firmly grips you wrist to stop you.
"I'll do it"
He says and then clearing his throat.
"I won't have anyone seeing you in full undress before I have..."
His words come out more authorative and sharper than he intended and they send a shooting spark through you like you've touched a live wire.
"You'll undress me..."?
You murmur softly. Moving to stand directly in front of him now, his eyes drink you, all the details and lining of your neck and even the very little skin you have revealed as his breathing deepens slightly.
"Yes. I will"
"Turn"
He demands firmly. And you obediently do so.
He undoes every tie and strap of your hanfu carefully, until your garments are pooling at your feet and every inch of your bare skin is exposed. You shiver slightly at the cool breeze from the balcony caressing your skin. Your breath catches at the gentle feeling of rough fingers that gently graze against the soft skin at the top of your shoulders that traces down your arm until he reaches your elbow, his thumb rubbing there subtly.
You cover your bare breast with hands crossing to preserve yourself in the only way you can as you slowly turn to face him. Your eyes glimmering on his golden intense eyes that threaten to ruin you like a starving man at the first sign of food.
"C-could you run the bath? please?"
His breathing has already deepened to subtle pants at the sight of your bare radiant flesh. But he doesn't touch you further. He moves and walks toward the bathroom. he sits at the edge of the porcelain bath tub and runs the bath water with trembling hands that reflect his barely restrained yearn for you, steam rising and filling the dark bathroom.
In your shyness you grabing one of the satin robes lying ready on the bed for the two of you and sliding it over your shoulders, your face hotter than a furnace. You walk into the bathroom and his eyes immediately narrow sharp and intense on you.
It takes everything in him to not close the space between you and rip that robe off of you that hides everything he's burning alive inside to see.
"Come here"
His voice is hoarser than he intends to come across as he tries to restrain himself already coming undone at just the sight of you.
And when you slowly step towards him he exhales through his nose the rising arousal corsing through him in the bathroom making his throat tighten. His hands already twitching slightly at his sides until you're standing directly in front of him.
His hands lifts to your robe before his thoughts catch up with him running gentle fingers along the dip of the cross in your robe, grazing the fabric there.
"No need to be modest"
Your heart races as you hesitate. His eyes burn into your exposed skin just above the v of your robe, his fingers almost a caress at the soft fabric hiding the holy grail that is you. His chest burns with desire for what's beneath it, for him to see more of what belongs to him, and only him.
"I want to see you"
His mutters low his voice so guttural it's practically a command.
"Let me remove this"
His jaw clenches and his shoulders coil tight with tension at the unbearably slow way you allow him to untie the knot at your waste and loosen the silk robe around your body until it slowly fall to your shoulders and then pooling at your feet.
You gulp looking at him intimidated by the heat radiating off of him as the steam in the bathroom rises.
He lets out a rough guttural sound as his eyes obsorb the full scope of your bare skinned vulnerability.
"Turn around"
He murmurs low and smooth.
"Face the mirror"
Your hands are already trembling unaware of what's to come as you turn your back to him and walk over a few steps to the bathroom sink and look into the steam fogged mirror.
When he steps behind you his broad frame towers over you, the radiating heat of his want and need for you burns hot against your back. He watches you watch him in the mirror while he runs a gently hand down your arm lightly caressing your sensitive skin as if you'd shatter beneath his touch if hes not careful. His heavy breathing behind your head bleeds into heavy panting.
His eyes take in every inch of your nakid frame, his hands trembling with visceral need while both of his hands travel down the soft flesh of your waist.
"Don't move."
He pants heavily.
"Don't look away"
You breath deeply in unison with his obvious panting as you gulp, your throat tight with nerves while you nod silently at his command.
"You're mesmerizing. From the moment you entered that thrown room...I was at your mercy..."
He bites his bottom lip restraining himself from desperately ravishing you and taking you right here. Right now. Because that's what he's been burning alive inside to do since he met you. His fingers press into your waist and squeezes tight before they move lower to your thighs caressing and feeling your plush flesh to commit every dip and curve to his memory.
"I intend to deflower your perfect innocence in every way...until you're full with my heir."
He huffs as the smoke from the steam in the bathroom collects in clouds around his warm breath.
You can barely breath at the foreign animalistic intensity between the two of you, you pant heavily.
"Your majesty I-I- was under the impression....I-I was certain that...y-you had n-no interest in m-me"
His grip on your thighs tightens with a sudden wave of frustration that seethes through him.
"No interest!?"
He repeats your words as if it's the most absurd thing he's ever heard.
"I've wanted to throw all sense of royal propriety out of the window the moment we locked eyes in that thrown room"
He caresses his hand upward toward your waist again.
"Just at the slightest opportunity to touch you..."
Your chest rises and falls heavily breathing deeply in pure arousal.
"T-the b-bath? You'll join me?"
It's a clear invitation that he doesn't intend to turn down. And a low groan growls from his chest primitive and rough, all because of that one request, and it's all he needed to hear and any remaining doubt in his mind washes away as his fingers dig into your waist with a firmness that senses a sharp tingle through you.
"Yes"
The word finally pushes its way out of his throat his voice dark and in heat.
He turns you to face him one last time before the two of you get into the tub. He pulls you flush pressed against him, as you hands move up to gently cup his sharp jaw, before gently pulling him down in a slow and soft kiss.
Your soft lips caressing his triggers his fingers to dig harder into the tender flesh at your waist. The kiss so delicate and gentle from you that it sets a fire to a flame he's kept at bay for you. He can feel himself becoming greedier, he snaps yanking you in rough at your waist, he returns your kiss with something more powerful, more intense.
You moan eagerly against his lips that consume yours in a heated kiss. And when you do it only makes him break further, the fresh sound of your moans making him crack at the seams. He yearns to hear your sweet moans more and more, his greed consuming him. He roughly caresses his hands along your back, pressing his fingers into your soft flesh, while his opposite hand comes up to grab the back of your neck, not rough, just possessive.
He moves on pure instinct as he presses you up against the sink countertop. His kisses desperate for connection to you as they move from you lips wet and soft down your neck, shoulders and then your chest. Each kiss leaving a burning desire in it’s wake.
"Y-your m-majesty....the b-bath"
You stammer in arousal as your new husband ravishes you.
He releases a deep and starved groan against your chest that he plants an unreasonable amount of open mouthed kisses and love bites on. He can't take it anymore, he just needs you, more of you—. All of you. He takes a harsh breath after inhaling you against you neck now, his need for you so visceral now he's painfully hard and twitching against your thighs with pure need.
"The bath can wait"
He growls against your neck his voice so rough it's practically farel with need.
"I need you now princess, I-I don't know how much more I can take"
His voice broken with need already at your mercy.
"M-my lord I-it's my f-first time..."
Your face hot from pleasure and ecstasy as you cunt is practically drips down your thigh.
His body goes taut at your reminder that you're untouched. His eyes darken with pure lust making his breathing turn ragged against your skin, he's barely able to think straight now at the possessive reminder to completely and utterly deflower your pretty little body.
He's going to take you. Have you in every way possible, have you all night. He'll be your one and only to touch, to have and to hold until your both dead and rotting, his groan is guttural realizing he's going to fuck you absolutely stupid tonight until you can't even think.
"Yes...I-I had almost forgotten that you're...a virgin"
He clears his throat.
"Noble women remain untouched until marriage."
He curses under his breath, his eyes soaking in every nook and cranny of your body like a man starved. His fingers tighten on your hips again, his body nearly shaking with desire.
You gulp and correct him.
"your queen now...my lord..."
You murmurs softly, your hands grazing across his chest as you attempts to remove his garments, untieing and loosening the straps.
He tenses under your touch like a vice his body immediately reacting to your words as he lets you undress him. His eyes follows your every movement that undoes another layer of red royal fabric that falls to the floor until every curve of swollen and toned muscle flexes under your sight. You hold your breath for a moment taking in his towering muscular frame before you, while your hands gently and slowly run along his pecks that flex reflexively under your soft touch. Making him let out a soft gruff sound.
"My queen..."
He obsorbs the words that haven't registered fully since the ceremony that morning.
"I mean't what I said"
His words are stern, your eyes and ears perk up at him while he takes your roaming hands on his chest and holds them there in his.
"I fully intend to take care of you. And protect you. Reguardless of our emotional connection. It's my duty and my honor to fulfill the promise and vow I made on that alter today"
The words roll from his lips rough and crass. And you can see it in his sharp golden eyes that burn into you with an intensity that makes your needs buck slightly. That he means every word.
"I would die for my kingdom, and I grant my wife with that same honor"
Your eyes soften and glimmer on his as he takes your hands to plant a gentle kiss there on your curled knuckles, before he guides you to the steaming bath.
When he moves toward the bath you follow behind him, he steps into the steaming bath first, sitting with his back pressed against the white porceline and lending a graceful hand to help you inside.
When you sink into the bath it's warm like a hug as you lay back against Zuko's firm and toned chest. As soon as you're submerged he grips strong hands at your shoulders, before planting wet kisses there that leave you tingling all over.
"Tell me if you want me to stop..."
He plants another tender kiss on your shoulder blade.
"Or I swear I won't be able to"
His words desperate and gravelly as he plants continuous gentle kisses at the lining of your back.
"I will..."
"Promise me"
His voice is rough with need and a slight undertone of worry. He doesn't want to hurt you. But with what he's feelings he knows he'll loose all composure, he won't be able to think, he won't care, he'll just be filled with the primal need to deflower every sweet and untouched part of you until you babbling nothingness. He knows you have no clue what you're in for. He takes a deep breath inhaling and exhaling against your damp shoulder blade.
"I promise your majesty...I will tell you.."
His hands move under the water to grip your waist his large rough fingers pressing at the plump and soft flesh there. he leaves soft wet kisses to your neck, the feeling of his rock hard length throbs against the flesh of your ass as you release yet another soft and gentle moan.
He groans at the sound of your moaning and nips his teeth there. His hands grip tightly to your soft flesh until his massive veiny hands are groping and fondeling your breasts.
When you whimper it makes him let out a desperate groan that rattles the back of his throat.
"You're driving me absolutely insane..."
He murmurs quiet against your shoulder.
The feeling of him groping you makes you whimper, your bottom lip quivering with need as your face overheats with an unbelievable desire for more.
"Touch me....Zuko p-please"
He gnarls at your request with a growl that gives you butterflies as the bath water sloshes violently. he presses you up against the other end of the bath tub and leans over you.
"Where?"
He demands it roughly, with the eagerness to please you.
"Tell me exactly where you want my hands?"
Without speaking you gently take his hand under the water between your thighs until his hand finds your soft folds. making your flushed face let out a soft needy moan.
Zuko's entire body tenses at the feeling of you hot, wet, and soft core under his touch. A sharp exhale seethes through his teeth as he drags the fingertip of his index finger along your sensitive bud of hooded flesh.
"Fuck,"
he grits through his teeth.
His other hand grips the back of your neck almost painfully as he leans in close to growl against your lips.
"What else? Tell me where you need me."
His voice gravelly with the hunger of a thousand wolves as his fingers press through your sensitive flesh under the water, the water between you sloshing with his intentional movements between your legs.
Your moans are deep and echo with primal ecstasy at the first time you've ever felt such pleasure, the moans erupt each and every time if not louder and more intense as his fingers push harder into your walls curling into that tender hidden spot.
Your hands grip his shoulders with a firmness that only makes him crazier about you. He buries Farel groans in crook of your neck while his fingers dig into you with a force that's almost making you cry. your lips quiver with pleasure.
"I-I n-need you to t-take me..."
You moan deeply as he slows the movements of his fingers into you. He backs up enough to lock eyes with you.
"Are you sure princess?"
You whimper with pure need for him as you slowly nod yes. He nods in acceptance of your request and wraps you around his waist to lift you out of the bath tub. Your light as a father while he holds you to his chest stepping from the bath, water dripping from your heated bodies.
He eagerly presses you against the wall, his hands gripping hard to the flesh of your thighs as he rasps between your lips in a longing and greed to have more, more of you, each rough kiss leaving a burn in it's wake, you cup the back of head in an attempt to ground yourself through the storm of Zuko's ravenous lust. He groans as if he's been starved for weeks, months, years as he presses you harder against the wall and teases his thick swollen tip at your sapping entrance that's already dripping down his pulsing and veiny shaft that craves the feeling of your soft wet clenching walls. fighting his animalistic desire to push through you but he holds back, his muscles coiled tight like a vice his veins protruding at his shoulders as he rasps and pants heavy against your lips after breaking the kiss.
"(Y/n) please...I don't wanna hurt you"
He pants heavily his lips leaving open mouthed kisses against your neck in the spiral of his visceral need to have you. His throbbing cock twitches at your entrance, one of his hands gripping hard at the wall just beside your head. His eyes widen at a sudden feeling of your gentle hands cupping his sculpted jaw, holding his face up to meet his eyes. Your eyes glimmer with tenderness despite your clearly disheveled, ravished and breathless display.
"Just breathe my lord..."
Your voice is the softness cutting through his storm of desire for you. He closes his eyes and catches his breath, inhaling and exhaling as he drops his forehead to yours.
He settles only just enough to drop to his knees helplessly and hoisting your legs over his shoulders. His scared face intense on yours as he digs HARD into your hips drawing you over his mouth and kissing your inner thighs just before where you want him most.
The sight of him so at your mercy takes your breath away and draws a raspy moan from your quivering lips. He teases his tongue at your inner thigh and leaves a trail of kisses up your thigh until his rough , cold and wet tongue drags from the bottom of your entrance to the top of your clit while he nibbles on your clit. He groans against you letting you feel the vibration he sends you through your tender core. Your pussy throbs with need as he nips your clit just to repetitively suck hard at your sensitive raw flesh. You let out a guttural moan that spurs him on more, and when he roughens his eager mouth against your slick folds your thigh tremble around his head. You uncontrollably grip you hands into his long dark hair tight, just to fight back the orgasm pulsing through every angle of your body, his strong firm hands grip so hard into your thighs that he's leaving a mark for sure just to keep your thighs forces apart just to ensure that you can't squirm and keep him from tasting every drop of your sweet juices.
He keeps his face buried between the thighs he keeps firmly spread under his grip as you break and cry out in so much pleasure that your seeing stars at the constant feeling of his teeth teasing at your already red and overstimulated clit. He groans against your core as if he's been starved and is finally having his first meal in weeks. Your toes curl around his head and your hands grip harder into his hair when his index and middle finger push past your slick lips and massages the inner flesh there careful not to push to far and pop your hymen. He keeps feast and fingering your pussy until you're screaming his name.
"Zuko!! God please!! Zuko!!"
He ignores your cries in his own selfish and desperate need to make you come undone for him until you're blacking out and seeing stars. Your body trembles around his head as your liquid cream leaks on his tongue, and he sucks you through your orgasm like a suction until you're whimpering softly in the aftermath.
You whine weakily as your trembling subsides. He holds you there tasting you gently until you're completely quiet. Then without a second though he lifts you from the wall of the bathroom, your legs still on his shoulders as he steps from the bathroom and into the warm torch lit honeymoon suite. He drops you down into dark red satin sheets letting you sink in, he pants heavily as the sight of you already ruined before he's even given you what he's been wanting this entire time, he leans in to kiss your lips with a tenderness traveling them down your neck, shoulder and chest.
"(Y/n) are you okay?"
You nod weakily and he can't help but feel a shred of pride at the sight of you undone by him. He cages you in with massive arms, his eyes glimmering and tender on yours. Your legs wrap around his toned and bare waste.
"It's going to hurt at first princes I promise it just at first okay?"
You nod understanding the threshold you've now crossed.
"You remember..."
He pants heavily over you his cheeks brimming red with a need for you so deep he's loosing his patience.
"You promised me you'd tell me if I'm too rough..."
You nod seeing his Adam's apple bob in a gulp as you suddenly feel your slick lips spreading at the feeling of his swollen and needy cock head that's slowly pushing past your dripping entrance. You feel his girth fill your walls tight around him until you whine and moan in pain and pleasure at the feeling of him pushing past flesh that keeps you pure.
He lets of a deep groan that tears from his throat when he feels your walls like a slick rubber band around his throbbing cock. He grunts muscles coiled tight as he grips the silk sheets by your head. His eyes clammed tight as hips roll into you slow.
"Fuckkkk...."
His tone broken with a whimper that follows, his breath fogging from his lips at he pants.
"Hold onto me..."
He whispers quietly to you as you press your hands at his lower back.
"Hold tight...ngh...I-I'm not going to be able to stop (y/n)"
And without hesitation he's thrashing mercilessly into you. Every motion smooth with a roll of hips in a perfectly rough and fast pace, his muscles taut and flex with unhinged need as he huffs and whimpers pushing so far into your unfamiliar body that your trembling with each deep and mean thrust. You cry out in pleasure, your eyes dampening with unbearable pleasure. His swollen needy cock taking ownership of every unexplored nook and cranny of your inner womb, his groans are primal, guttural and strained from the back of his throat. Every untamed and aroused moan that tears from you only makes him crave more of you.
"I'm so damn greedy for you (y/n)"
He strains loudly but never slows his intensity or roughness. His cock head pressing hard into your soft and tender cervix that's dripping with slick.
You arch beneath him writhing with ecstasy and desire that brims with a sharp shock wave of pure unriddled pleasure from your finger tips to your toes. He takes your squirming hands and pin them above your head squeezing your wrists so hard it makes you wince in pain. He drives harder sweat beads forming at his forehead, his golden irises locked on you like your prey while he's brushing and tenderizing the deepest and most hidden parts of her womb and cervix, and it sends chills through you. He's blacked out, his eyes locked on you, there's nothing behind his eyes, only the intention to ruin you, make you forget your name, and to make you scream his.
You're already crying out so loud the entire honeymoon villa can hear you.
"Zuko!! Shit! Shit! Shit!!"
"That's it, let them all hear you giving me a heir"
His voice his gravely, rough and raspy with an never ending desire for every little sound that you make, every whimper, every, cry, makes him absolutely FAREL and he's only getting greedier as he lifts you from the bed in the meanest way just to slam you against the wall so hard your breathless before he's consuming your lips in a rough and open mouthed kiss to muffle the strangled moans that erupt from you when he buries his veiny and swollen cock right back into you. His hips slam hard into you with relentlessness splashing your slick against his red and raw v-line and his never ending stamina while he grips hard into the plush soft flesh of your thighs. He grips a monstrous hand behind your throat before he bites down hard into your neck while he's making you babble nonsense with every wild snap of his hips that's bruising your cervix.
He rasps hard his breathing heavy at the now sensitive bitten into flesh of your neck. His veiny hand at the back of your neck tightening with a thrust that slams you into the wall and sends moans and cries that strangle from your throat at his ruthless strokes. Your womb throbs with need for him, your toes curl feeling that electrifying intensity that commands your entire body to stutter with an unearthing orgasm that shatters through you, making tears spill down your face.
"Zuko!!!"
You beg his name at the top of our lungs as your nails break the skin on his shoulders. And Zuko's grunting and whimpering at the overwhelming feeling of your clenching walls from your orgasm and your nails breaking his skin. He slows down pacing himself while you whine and ride out your orgasm.
"Good girl....let it all out.."
He trembles with taut need is muscles tense and coiled tight like a spring as his veins in his biceps protrude boldly. He places a gentle kiss to your forehead caressing your hair now. He his arms underneath your knees. Your panting still heavy as he carries you princess style to the bed.
"I want to show you something"
His voice is gentle as he gently lays you down. He grabs a hair tie to quickly wrap his long dark locks into a bun before he's pulling you on top of him on the silk sheets of the bed. His chest rises and falls heavily, your gaze meeting his in a fit of confusion as he has you straddling his waste.
His strong veiny hands grip tight at your waste rubbing his thumb gently at the plush flesh there. You look at him in your most ruined state.
"W-What's t-this?"
Your voice is raspy from screaming as you plant your trembling hands down to spread across his chest.
"You're going to ride me."
Your eyes widen at his foreign implication.
"r-ride you...?"
His hands grip firm and tight against your ass with a growl that he grits through his teeth as he hisses.
"Yeah. Can you life up for me princess?"
You listen to him but you're still confused.
"What's—,"
He cuts you off gently rubbing and teasing at your bottom lip.
"Don't ask questions...I'm going to show you"
And before you can fix your lips to ask more questions his tight grip on your waist has him slowly guiding you down on his juicy precum slick cock that's still throbbing and veiny for you mixing with the aftermath of your slick for your previous round. You let out a tortured mule as he slips into you and your walls that instantly clench around him, making him whimper slightly. his hands already tightening on the sheets, before they clam down on your hips again.
"You intend to give me an heir...yes?"
Your lips quiver as you nod. Your nervously clammy hands still pressed to his chest.
"Y-yes...I-I intend to—,"
But before you provide him with an answer he already knows he guides your hips in a rolling motion at his waist that makes his breath catch.
"Holy fuck..."
He murmurs through his gritting teeth, as you follow his guiding motions of your hips into something unexpectedly rougher that makes Zuko tear a husky whimper from his throat deep and guttural, each roll of your hips rubbing his already sensitive swollen tip against your g spot.
You cry out groping your breast in arousal while his hands stay bruisingly tight on your waste that carefully rolls, he releases gruff and and strained groans, he's trying so hard not to take control and to let you have this but his patience is so thin, he groans in frustration his face twisted in pleasure and irritation before he's slamming you all the way down on his girth drawing an intense moan from you.
"God I need to fill you with my child....god fucking dammit all of my children!"
He exclaimed officially and utterly pussy drunk on you, his hips thrusting upward in rough motions as his calloused hands slam you down with each thrust on his needy cock, your pussy sopping wet making sloshing and splashing sounds bounce off of the walls at every collision of your hips. The intense and massive collisions have you at your limit as you whine, whimper and moan while your body trembles completely and utterly dumbified as you're babbling utter nothingness while he slams his hips into your g spot forcing yet another orgasm to corse through your veins.
but this time the intensity and the clenching of your walls around his tender and bolbus cock send Zuko over the edge and he's releasing his white sticky sap that coats your walls in his thick white mess with so much that it's filling and leaking from you at the same time, while your orgasm crashes through you making you seize slightly from the immense and tremendous pleasure, your nails dig into his sculpted abs as you both climax.
Zuko's groan loud, strained, guttural with a whimper that followed as you completely and utterly collapse in exhaustion onto his chest.
Both of you panting heavily as if you had ran a marathon, both of you catch your breath as Zuko rubs the back of your head and your back.
.
.
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For the remainder of your honeymoon with your new husband you and Zuko had taken every 'obligatory' opportunity to copulate for an heir, and time to get to know eachother, two weeks in your honeymoon villa felt more like a month. Sex in the bath tub, sex in the balcony, sex in different guest rooms, sneaking past their servants just to be quick in a hidden room somewhere. And in between it all somehow you both found a safe place within each other. Shortly after your honeymoon you discovered you were pregnant with Firelord Zuko's first heir. You were both pleased of course, your pregnancy was divine, Zuko was protective, devoted and noble. Though his patience for his palace staff grew shorter in your defense, he ensured under no circumstances that you'd be unhappy. Healthy diet, belly rubs and forehead kisses galore, and you know what? You were pretty sure a secluded life like this forever wasn't so bad. His queen, the mother of his child and the key to his heart.
A few months after the birth of you and Zuko's first heir the three of you had found solice in a picnic in the garden of the palace, a down to earth setting that the two of you had grown to enjoy, your newborn son cooing wrapped and swaddled on the blanket next to you while zuko feeds you grapes, the warmth of the afternoon summer sun cascades apon you and your family, a servant fans you with the perfect breeze. Zuko lets you chew another sour green grape before looking over at your adorable son.
"(Y/n) we will probably need another heir soon..."
I made this story long enough to not need a part.2….there will be more Zuko to come :)
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