⋆.˚┊Forced to Marry the Head of the Zenin Clan.ᐟ
Pairing.ᐟ: Headofzeninclan!Megumi Fushiguro x Wife!reader
Synopsis.ᐟ: You’re arranged to marry the new head of the Zenin clan, Megumi Zenin, in order to strengthen both his and your clans, and preserve their inherited cursed technique with an heir. When you first meet him, he seems cold and almost resentful toward you, but behind closed doors, he slowly reveals the side of himself he keeps hidden from everyone else.
Tags.ᐟ: au where Megumi was sold off to the Zenin clan, smut with plot, forced marriage, cursing, slight mutual yearning, breeding, praise kink, face siting, oral (f!rec), riding, unprotected sex, greedy!megumi, dom!megumi, inexperienced!reader (like really new), sub!reader, afab!reader, slight OOC.
Author's Note.ᐟ: Him being the new clan leader had me giggling while I was watching season 3!
WCᐟ: 3K
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Megumi was born with the inherited Ten Shadows Technique. Upon reaching his twenty-first birthday, he was officially named the head of the clan. He loathed the celebration; while his previous birthdays within those cold walls had never been joyful, his new title brought a crushing weight of expectations from the elders and the higher-up sorcerers.
He was fuming when the elders delivered their latest decree: he was to marry the daughter of an allied clan and produce an heir to ensure their prized technique continued. Beneath his stoic expression, he burned with the urge to argue, to refuse, to walk away—yet he knew the cold logic of the bloodline was inescapable. However, the source of his dissatisfaction wasn't just the duty itself. It was you.
You were the daughter of a clan leader who obsessed over purity and perfection. To the outside world, your family was a model of virtue, but behind closed doors, the environment was unwelcoming and rigid. Despite your status, you were treated with the same restrictions as a servant. In your clan, women were viewed as either tools or objects of pleasure.
When your father finally spoke to you as an actual human being, it wasn't out of affection. He was informing you of your arranged marriage and the necessity of conceiving an heir. Paralyzed by the fear of punishment, you didn't dare to argue, just bowed in silent agreement.
In the days that followed, maids descended upon you to begin the extravagant preparations for the wedding. You were terrified; the dark reputation of the Zenin clan and the intimidating stories of its new head made you shiver. As you walked toward the Zenin residence, you kept your head low, not daring to look up until you stood directly before the man you were to marry.
You hadn't expected someone so… pretty. His face was like that of a doll, crafted with precise and elegant features, while his dark blue kimono framed a strong, lean build. As you quietly took him in, he did the same.
He couldn't deny your beauty. He was struck by your warm features, your soft, expressive lips, and the delicate flush dusting your squishy cheeks. Your floral kimono did nothing to hide the grace of your silhouette. The elders had called you angelic, a description he hadn't taken seriously until this moment.
The wedding was simple, swift, and deeply unpleasant. Under the watchful, judging eyes of both the clans, the only words you managed to whisper to his uninterested face were, "I do." There was no kiss to seal the union. Instead, he led you toward his private chambers in a heavy, stifling silence.
The dim light of the halls only makes your racing nerves skyrocket.
As he slides open the shoji doors, he reveals a large, cavernous room. Stacks of books clutter the corners, a big futon that sits in the middle of the room, and a low black table that sits in front of the bed.
Through the open patio, there is a striking view of a fountain surrounded by Zinnia flowers—the very same floral pattern draped across your body. You wonder if they’re his favorite.
He closes the door and sits at the table, his back to the entrance, as he pours himself a cup of black coffee.
“Sit across from me,” he commands. His voice is deep, laced with a trace of disgust.
You do as you are told, walking to the other side of the table where a pink pillow awaits—perhaps a small preparation for your arrival. You kneel, too frightened to meet his gaze.
Megumi cannot help but watch your hips sway with every motion. It irritates him that he doesn't mind the prospect of an heir with someone so beautiful and compliant. He isn't the type of man to be swooned by looks alone.
“You’re a virgin?” he asks. It sounds more like a clarification than a question as he sips his coffee.
You nod, waiting for his permission to speak as you look down at the wooden table.
“I would like to look at my wife’s face when she answers me,” he states. Your face flushes at the weight of the word wife.
You look up and meet his eyes. “Yes. I... I saved myself for you,” you say, reciting the lines you were coached to deliver. While your innocence is a fact, the claim that you were waiting for him is a blatant lie—one he catches immediately.
“Your father made you say that.” He sucks his teeth and shakes his head. “Making his own daughter lie to me just to save face. Fucking moron.”
“It wasn’t my father,” you whisper, bracing yourself for a punishment. “Please... don’t be upset with him.”
“You’re taking the blame for his stupidity? How foolish.” Despite his words, he finds your attempt to protect the man who sold you into this marriage somewhat admirable.
“I—I won’t lie again, my lord.”
“Don’t ever use formalities with me.” His voice drips with disdain for the title as he sets his cup down.
“Yes, of course... M-megumi.” You squirm on the pillow, twisting your hands together in your lap.
“Do you know that we are expected to produce an heir tonight?” he asks, shifting the subject abruptly.
“Y-yes, sir—Megumi!” You stutter, quickly correcting yourself. A soft smile touches his lips—an expression you never expected to see on a man with his reputation.
“One more slip-up and I might not take it lightly next time,” he says, the corner of his mouth curving into a smirk.
You hum an embarrassed agreement, your heart hammering against your chest. He reaches out, brushing a few stray hairs away from your face and tucking them behind your ear, letting his hand linger there.
“I have no intention of making this marriage unpleasant. We’ll take it slow, okay?” His voice is soft and comforting now—a tone so disarming it could make you follow him anywhere.
“O-okay.”
“Good.” He pulls away from your face and stands up with a low grunt.
Megumi reaches out, offering his hand. You hesitate for a moment before placing your soft, delicate hand in his. He pulls you up and guides you around the table until you are standing directly in front of him. His formidable height easily towers over yours.
“You can speak freely when you’re with me,” he says. He raises your hand to his lips, pressing a small peck to your knuckles while his thumb grazes the shiny wedding ring on your finger.
The gesture makes your head spin; you have never been granted this much free will or focused attention. Your brain nearly short-circuits, leaving you unsure of how to react. A soft chuckle escapes Megumi’s throat, breaking you out of your trance.
He lets go of your hand, his fingers trailing down to the band at your waist that holds your kimono together. His eyes lock onto yours, silently seeking consent, which only makes your face flush deeper with nerves.
“I need your words before I continue,” he says softly, his fingers brushing against the fabric of the ribbon.
“You can do as you wish,” you whisper breathlessly, swallowing the lump in your throat.
Megumi smiles, keeping his gaze fixed on yours as his arm snakes around your back to untie the bow. The ribbon slides down, hitting the tatami mats with a soft thud. His other hand reaches up to ease the kimono off your shoulders, revealing the lace of your bra and your smooth, supple skin. Between the cool evening air and the intensity of his gaze, you tremble with anticipation.
You can hear Megumi’s breathing grow heavy as his cool fingertips graze your shoulders. The kimono drops to your feet, revealing the red lace lingerie meant only for his eyes. He takes in every curve and contour of your body as if he is admiring a masterpiece.
He curses under his breath, his hand trailing down your arm to the smooth skin of your stomach. “You look beautiful.”
You gasp, covering your mouth with your hand, stunned by the delicacy with which he treats you and the sincerity of his praise.
As one hand continues to circle the soft pudge of your belly, his other hand catches your wrists, pulling them away from your face and pressing your fingertips against his chest. You feel his heart pounding at an accelerated pace.
“Don’t hide from me,” he murmurs. His voice, alluring as he leans in to capture your lips in a deep kiss, his breath tasting of the coffee he finished moments ago.
He lets your hands drop to your side, his grip shifts to your hips, pulling you flush against his body. The kiss intensifies, and you feel his tongue graze your bottom lip, seeking entrance. You give in, opening your mouth slightly at the sensation, and he takes the opportunity to deepen the kiss, his tongue dancing with yours.
You grip his muscular biceps as he guides you backward. Your heels eventually hit the low bedframe, and Megumi doesn't let up. His kisses trail down the column of your neck, drawing a soft whimper from your throat.
“You taste so good and sound so pretty,” he groans against your collarbone.
“Megumi… should I do something?” you ask unsurely of how to return the worship he is giving you.
He pulls away and begins to strip off his clothes. You quickly turn your head, your cheeks burning hotter with every layer that hits the floor.
“Sit on my face.” He says it so casually, it sounds like a simple greeting.
“W-what? That sounds painful.” you stammer, still keeping your eyes averted from his naked frame. You feel a wave of confusion; your first thought is that he must be some sort of masochist.
“Shit...” He runs a hand through his hair and sighs. “You’re that naive.”
You turn to face him, trying your best to keep your gaze level, but your eyes betray you. You steal a glance downward and let out an involuntary squeal when you see his thick cock, the tip slick with pre. Megumi immediately hooks his index and middle fingers under your chin, forcing you to look at him. He scans your heated face, admiring your flustered expression.
“Just trust me, alright?” he reassures you.
You nod, searching his eyes for comfort, though the earnestness of his stare only makes you more flustered.
“Good girl,” he murmurs. He lies back on the bed, propping himself up on his elbows against the duvet. “You asked if you should do something.” He gestures toward your red lace panties. “Take those off and straddle me.”
“As you wish.” You slowly slide the thin fabric down and climb over him, hovering over his detailed abs of his stomach. You let out a sharp breath when you feel his cock against your back.
“Haah...” he groans, falling back against the pillows. “Now straddle my face. And don’t hover—I want to feel your weight on me.”
You gulp down your protest and begin to crawl toward his face. Looking down, you see his gaze fixed hungrily on your wet cunt, desperate to finally taste you. Despite his instructions, fear of hurting him makes you hesitate, and you continue to hover just above him.
Sensing your disobedience, Megumi takes matters into his own hands. He grips your thighs firmly and pulls you down onto his lips. You moan at the sudden contact.
“Megumi! I’m hurting you, no?” you cry out, trying to pull away, but his grip is unyielding. You look down at his face, your heart filled with worry that you’re causing him pain.
Megumi looks up at you with hooded, annoyed eyes. His calloused hands slide up to your hips, lifting you just enough so his voice is clear.
“I told you to sit on my face, did I not?” His voice is dark, cloaked in a heavy layer of annoyance and aggression.
“Yes, but—I’m scared of hurting you—ahh!” You squeal as he pulls you back down firmly against his mouth. His tongue immediately begins lapping at your damp slit.
He sucks at your clit while his large hands knead the flesh of your ass, forcing you to grind against his face. A deep, muffled groan vibrates against your skin. The newfound sensation is otherworldly; you can't stop yourself from chasing a peak you never knew existed.
“May I... touch you?” you ask, breathless. Not knowing where to put your hands, you keep them pressed to your own chest.
“Mhm... yeah. You’re getting close,” he moans against you. He pulls you even tighter against his mouth, his tongue darting deeper and faster at your entrance. He can feel the way you are beginning to clench around his tongue.
“Nngh! C-close? Close to what?” you whimper. You reach down, combing his dark hair out of his face before gripping the strands at his scalp.
Megumi scoffs, the vibration sending a jolt through you, and he flicks his tongue expertly over your sensitive clit. You squeal as your body begins to shudder. You scream his name, orgasming all over his face as the waves of heat take over. Your breathing slowly reverts back to a normal pace, you look down and see the mess you’ve made.
“You taste so good, pretty girl.” He licks his lips and kisses the inside of your thighs, his eyes dazed with satisfaction as he looks up at you.
“Oh no! I’m sorry! I-I didn’t know I could do that,” you stammer, frantically looking around the room for a towel or a napkin.
He ignores your panic, lifting you by the hips and settling you onto his lap. You feel the leaky tip of his cock press against you, making you jump.
“Don’t go anywhere. We’re not done,” he says, shifting to sit up.
He lifts you slightly with one hand while the other guides his veiny dick to your, already overstimulated, pussy. He looks up and sees the flush on your face—a look he’s come to recognize in the short time you’ve been together. It’s nervousness. Perhaps you’re afraid of not satisfying him, or perhaps you’re just afraid of the pain. Regardless, he squeezes your hip to draw your attention.
“Hey. I told you we’ll take it slow,” he says, his tone changing back to that soothing, comforting low.
You nod, awaiting for the next newfound sensation.
“That’s my good girl,” he praises, something that makes you feel incredibly weak in the knees.
He lifts you a bit higher, aligning you perfectly. Then, he slowly begins to lower you onto him. Your tight walls feel as though they are suffocating him.
“F-fuck... so tight,” he moans. He fights the urge to lose self-control and bury his entire length inside you at once. But as he looks up at your face—brow furrowed and features scrunched—he cannot bring himself to do anything that would frighten his inexperienced wife.
Now having him buried deep inside; you couldn't help but squirm, your body attempting to adjust to the overwhelming girth of his dick that's stretching you out.
Megumi grips your hips with bruising force, keeping you in place to prevent you from grinding against him. He wants nothing more than to lose himself completely and see his cum fill you up.
“Are you ready? Please tell me you’re ready,” he begs, his voice thick with a desperate need to finally move within you.
You hide your burning face in the crook of his neck and thread your fingers through his hair. “Y-yes... I’m ready.”
He wastes no time. He lifts your hips and guides you down onto his shaft, slowly at first, but with a steady, punishing rhythm. Needy, meek whimpers escape you, muffled against his neck. The wet shlick, shlick, shlick of your bodies meeting and your moans in his ear is making his composure fracture.
“You’re taking—shit—taking me so well,” he whines. “Baby, let me go faster.”
“Faster? Mmph! Is this n-not fast enough?” you stutter, your mind spinning as his thick length fills you completely.
“I can be so much faster. It’ll feel good,” he pleads, desperate for the friction.
“O-okay—”
Megumi doesn’t even let you finish. His hips begin bashing into yours relentlessly. His cock pulsates inside you, and the escalated pace makes it impossible for you to think.
“So fucking good for me,” he groans into your ear. He delivers a sharp slap to your ass, causing you to bounce and reflexively clench even tighter around him.
Your eyes roll back as he slides a hand up to your chest, squeezing your plush breast firmly. His words fading out by the staggering sensation and the penetration of his cock deep inside your velvet walls.
You find yourself dazed, a soft trail of drool escaping onto his broad shoulder as the intense stimulation of your pussy reaches a breaking point.
He feels you start to grind on him of your own accord, a clear sign that you are on the brink.
“C’mon, baby... cum for me,” he coos, kissing a trail down your shoulder and neck, occasionally nipping at the sensitive skin. He can feel himself reaching his limit, his balls eager to release his seed. You cling to him, holding him like a lifeline.
You both reach the peak, your orgasm hits like a punch in the gut, and you feel the warmth of him filling you to the brim, mixed cum leaking out as you try to relax your breathing.
“Shh, shh... it’s okay.” he whispers, pulling away from your breast to wrap around your waist. He holds you tightly, keeping you still against him even as his cock continues to throb inside you, still partially hard.
Using the last of your strength, you pull back to look down at him. Megumi bites his bottom lip, stifling a moan as you shift. You are surprised to see he still has so much energy; from the predatory grin on his face, you know he is about to ask for something you aren't sure you can handle.
“You feel too good,” he says. His hand trails down between your bodies, his fingers beginning to circle your clit. “I need to fill you up one more time... just to make sure it takes.”
You hide your face again, overwhelmed and overstimulated, but the way he treats you—the way he praises you for taking him so well—leaves you unable to deify him.
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