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Master Jinshi is not permitted to touch, let alone be in love with, his pretty servant… so you’re forced to find another way to have him.
a/n please tell me you guys see the vision. i need him so bad
The Crystal Palace, once a stuffy cage, had become a home because of you.
Jinshi kept you close, favoring your intelligence and wit. You were one of the few who understood the twisted politics of the court, the hidden games no one else could see. And with you, he never had to pretend. You understood him fully, and he understood you.
Your mind had become indispensable to his work, and he never once asked you to perform menial tasks. Your hands were too delicate, your mind too sharp, for anything so trivial. He liked having you in plain sight, far from the prying eyes of military men and judgmental whispers of the court ladies.
The tension between you both was indescribable. Desire, restrained by royal duty, burned hot. It was a treacherous want that neither of you could openly indulge.
Gaoshun warned Jinshi repeatedly not to get too close, but even his position in the court couldn’t keep him away from you.
This late night found Jinshi slumped over his desk, pen in hand, exhaustion etched across his features. You moved quietly around him, setting down tea, offering suggestions, lingering close enough to be seen but careful not to overstep.
The hours had passed with Gaoshun gone, leaving you alone together. Jinshi recalled Gaoshun pausing in the corridor just before he left, looking over his shoulder at the younger boy in a final warning. One that Jinshi already knew he would never heed.
The dimly lit room felt like it existed only for the two of you. The air buzzed heavy with restraint.
“Come here,” Jinshi said suddenly. His voice was edged with exhaustion and combed through with longing.
You rose instantly. “Of course, Master Jinshi.” The sight of him in the moonlight made your heart race. He was always beautiful like this, you thought.
He rapped his long fingers against the desk in front of him. “Sit. Right here.”
A thrill ran through you as you stepped forward, sliding carefully onto the edge of his desk, legs dangling over the polished wood. His eyes darkened instantly, flickering over you with a hunger he struggled to keep in check.
“You hesitate,” you teased lightly despite the desire coursing through you. “Why?”
“I…” he faltered, brushing some hair from his eyes. “You already know what I feel for you, my lady." His throat tightened, words failing him. “But anything I do or say now might be crossing a line.”
You leaned forward. Somehow you just knew, it would be this moment right here or never. “Then allow me to cross that line.”
With a slow exhale, you allow one hand to dip beneath the folds of your robes, fingers sliding over the slick, swollen folds of your cunt. Each movement parted your robes further, exposing the heat pooling between your legs to a red faced Jinshi.
For a moment, you panic, worried you’d read him entirely wrong, prepared to been thrown out of his office for good.
Despite the fear, wetness coated your fingers as you spread your digits, teasing your clit in slow circles. You let out a soft gasp, glancing up nervously to see his eyes following every movement.
“You are beautiful,” Jinshi whispered hoarsely. Relief almost instantly courses through you. His own hand hovers near his chest. “I… I shouldn’t.”
“Please,” you nearly bef, legs shifting and your heart hammering. “Do it for us. Just tonight.”
God, how Jinshi loved that you were the only one who could demand such things of him. He feels his already hardened cock leak obscenely.
He hesitated at first, gaze fixated on your fingers delving in and out of your hole with wet squelches, on the way your hips rolled with your own touch. That should be my touch, is all he can think. Then, with steady hands, he let himself mirror you. Robe slipping open, cock swollen as he stroked slowly, letting himself watch you fervently. He was afraid to so much as blink. Every stroke and hitch of his breath betrayed his composure.
“Jinshi…” your voice trembled, breath catching. “Been needing you so terribly.”
His lips parted in pleasure. “I've wanted to - shit- to see you like this for so long. Even if we can’t…” He trails off as his calloused hand moved swiftly over his throbbing length. Slick fingers glide over the swollen red tip. The sound of his wet strokes mingled with your graceful moans. Even spread wide for him like this, you were a lady.
You slowed your movements, letting him watch, giving him every shiver and soft whine that left your lips. You wanted Jinshi to know each sound and motion was all because of him. His chest heaved at the filthy sight, fingers catching on the beads of milky white precum as his gaze never left your figure.
“You look so fucking pretty,” he rasped, half-lidded eyes glued to your leaking cunt, watching you cutely rub yourself against your fingers and the cold surface. “Leaking all over my desk. Is this all for me, princess?”
Your gaze met his, hips shifting to sink your fingers into your fluttering hole. You're ruining his work space at this rate. "All for you, Master.” you breathed.
"Fuck," Jinshi whimpers, really whimpers, out in utter disbelief. He fucks his fist at a faster pace watching your tight hole clench around your tiny fingers, thinking about how he could fill you up with something much more satisfying. "Good fucking girl. Always so good for me."
A soft, broken whine of his name escaped your lips, enough to make his eyebrow twitch. You can see him clinging to his self control. His body trembled from head to toe, brain feeling foggier than ever. But still he kept a respectful distance while sat.
Your sopping fingers never ceased gliding in and out of your swollen walls with little gasps. More of your wetness pooled onto the wooden desk beneath you at the view of Jinshi's pulsing cock rutting up into his veiny hand. In a moment of neediness you prop both your feet up onto the desk, giving Jinshi an even better look at between your legs. The angle draws a nasty groan from his throat, basically eye level with your cunt.
Your eyes widened when Jinshi ran his middle and index fingers over the wood, collecting some of the wetness. He raised them to his glossy lips, lapping up your essence with fluttering lashes. He’d swore never tasted anything sweeter as he moaned around the digits.
“Wish I could taste the real thing,” he murmured, pulling his fingers away with a wet pop, tracing a path down the expanse of your body. Never touching you directly, but outline your curves with a gentle space separating you two, teasing and leaving your core coiled tight.
You couldn't do anything but writhe on the desk at his filthy actions. Eventually, his hand moved back over his cock, more motivated than ever. Every stroke grew sloppier, his lower abs sticky with arousal, muscles flexing with each desperate movement.
“Fuck, you’re making me lose it,” he growled, hovering closer, eyes locked on yours. “I want to be inside you so bad, my lady. You have no idea.”
“Me too, Master Jinshi. W-want you ruin me for anyone else.” you whispered as your other hand rubbed against your bundle of nerves, fingers curling, hips shifting, leaning into the rhythm.
The two of you moved together in a mirrored frenzy: You spread open on the desk, him seated, so close but never quite close enough. Both your eyes remained locked, dazed and overheated to say the least. Every subtle shift of your body drew a low groan from Jinshi. Fingers gliding greedily over his cock, matching the urgency of your own, skin sliding over skin, precum mixing with your wetness on the flat surface.
“Look at me,” he groaned. “I need to see every inch of you… just for me.”
“I’m yours,” you breathed, drool dribbling from your red lips. “All of me.”
You pushed your fingers deeper, curling them and imagining they were his, catching the most sensitive parts. It was a complete mess. His eyes burned into yours, lust threatening to overwhelm him.
You let out the softest whimper, one that sounded so innocent and so just for him. The tiny noise wormed it’s way into Jinshi’s ears and etched itself into his brain. His cock jump in reaction, and that was the match to the flame for him.
Jinshi groaned, unable to restrain himself any longer, and shot up from his chair. His stands and grips the desk with white knuckles at your sides, hovering centimeters away from your body, lips just shy of brushing yours. His cock throbbed against his stomach, face flushed as his stood between your bent legs.
But he stopped just short before he could touch you. He knew in his mind that he couldn’t. Not yet, and not like this.
If Jinshi was going to fuck you, he would do it the right way, with you as his princess in the bed he hopes to one day share with you.
So you continued, touching and moaning for each other just short of contact. Fingers curled, rubbing, stroking, wetness pooling, mixing with the sticky slick of his hand on his cock. Every whiny moan of your name on his lips drove you higher, until finally, the wire snapped.
“Jinshi fuckkkk I can’t any longer-“
“It’s okay, princess,” he cooed. “Let go for me.” You came hard on his desk in a shiver, trembling as your orgasm washed through you, your head tilting back slightly. Your tongue shot out, grazing the corner of Jinshi’s lips almost accidentally, and it was enough for him.
Between watching your orgasm wash over you and the feeling of your innocent tongue brushing his lips, he broke entirely in that instant. Jinshi came with a groan and spilled his load over your cunt in one messy release.
Your bodies trembled, hovering together with your lips still inches apart, tongues brushing just slightly with breaths ragged.
“I… I can’t stay away from you,” he said between heaves, eyes shining as they looked down at you.
“I know,” you whispered back. You follow his gaze down between your bodies where his release mixed with yours before looking back up at him. “I can't either. Please, tell me that you’ll find us a way.”
At your words, Jinshi allowed himself to press his forehead to yours, nudging your nose with his. He didn’t need to tell you his plans. But he would always find a way if it meant having you.
The moonlight painted you both in silver in the afternath, robes still loose and open. His hair fell across your flushed faces. In the quiet, you both understood one thing: this was only the first taste of what was to come.
Jinshi was sure to get an earful from Gaoshun the next morning. But it would be worth it.
