SLUTS, WHORES, & PRINCESSES !
CONTENT WARNING. MDNI, fem! reader, highborn! reader, highborn! suguru, lowborn! oc, medieval! au, 6.3k words. angst? smut, slow burn? inspired by game of thrones. porn with plot, arranged marriage, unprotected sex, love making, reader is a virgin, praise, dirty talk, cunnilingus, belly bulge, breeding, suguru + reader r kinda mean if you squint! you can feel bad for misato if you want lmao. based off this ask! hope you enjoy 🙂↕️.
“i’ve something important to tell you.” suguru hears. a dark and looming voice echoing amongst the sound of his cutlery clashing against each other as he eats by his lonesome.
he doesn’t have to turn his head to know it’s his father. iron steps thumping through the hall as he takes a seat at the head of the table.
reluctantly, suguru sighs, neatly placing his knife and fork aside his plate, swallowing down his bite of food as he sits up straight to abide the attention his father demands.
“the war against the gojou’s,” his father starts, clasping his hands upon the dinner table. “they’re in need of men and we’ve exhausted all our own.”
getou’s brows furrow only slightly. “all five thousand?”
his father makes a face, one that matches his son’s slight disapproval. “well, nearly all. nonetheless, they need alliances and the best way to forge a lasting alliance is by marriage.”
suguru’s eye twitches at the statement, “your point?”
“my point…” his father emphasizes, clearly displeased with the attitude of his son. “is that it’s high time you married a suitable bride. you’ve extended your time laying down with these… whores you fool around with.”
suguru sits at the table with tightened fists, staring back into the eyes of the soulless old man. you’re bound to hear the flaps of a raven’s wings with how quickly silence occupied the room.
the long haired male, takes a breath, breaking eye contact. “no.”
“no.” suguru repeats, picking up his utensils with a clenched jaw. he cuts away at the piece of meat, imagining if it was his father. he’ll be damned to be used as a pawn of this long and futile war that would not only end in the deaths of innocent men but strip away the only part of his life he thought to control.
the older man stands from the table with a bored expression. “you have no say in the matter. i’ve already found you the perfect girl to help solidify this war.”
suguru spent days in solemn confinement, staring off into space as he counted down the time he’d be condemned to spend the rest of his days with a stranger all for the sake of a few thousand men.
him, his father, all the high lords, and low born stand at ease, lined up in separate rows upon your arrival. horses trot pass the gates, guided by knights.
surprisingly enough, you’re young and pretty. at least he wouldn’t have to endure consummating with a beast.
you look timid, eyes bouncing around the unfamiliar territory as you’re aided off your horse. following the line of men that greet you, your eyes land last on lord getou then his heir, suguru.
“lady y/n.” the old man stands before you with stern eyes, sharing the same unenthusiastic features as his son. “welcome.”
it’s quite a remarkable talent how quickly you sport a sunshine filled smile, curtsying. it’s believable too but not enough to fool suguru who has perfected the act to know what is real. “my lord.”
“this is my son, suguru getou.”
he stands aside, allowing you to get a better view of whom you were promised to.
still at ease with a tight smile, clothing suitable for the winter season, and his hair tied up with a few short strands to frame his face. suguru steps forward, sliding off his gloves. “it’s an honor to meet you,” he says, voice as silky as your bedsheets. he lifts your hand to his lips, maintaining eye contact. “my lady.”
you smile sweetly at him, being dragged off to your chambers before anything more could be said. you settle in, soak in a bath as you think of how you ended up here and what’s to come.
it was silly to think you dreamed of marrying a prince to one day be named queen, having an extravagant wedding for all of history to remember, and mothering beautiful children. at your age now, only taught how to sew, curtsy, and speak; you’ve realized that your life will forever and always lead back to being dependent on the male species.
you were nothing without the name of man. your father made that quite clear with how he sold you off to this family with zero hesitation. he even went as far as forbidding you from saying goodbye to your relatives. simply gathering his men to scoop you in the middle of the night and proceed with this ‘transaction’.
you coil at the thought, scrubbing aggressively at your skin.
on the other side of the wing, rests suguru, bare amongst his silk sheets with a woman at his side. she reveals her naked figure, lean and sweaty as she removes herself from his hold. her feet patter against the cold floors, pouring herself a cup of wine.
“come back.” suguru grunts, eyeing her shape with a lick of his lips.
misato, who you’ll eventually meet, turns as she sips from her cup and rolls her eyes. suguru makes an annoyed expression, trudging his long fingers through his raven locks. he repeats her name but she says nothing, continuing to sip on her wine.
“i saw the way you looked at her.”
“gods be with me.” suguru mutters under his breath. he’s already had a shit enough week, certainly the jealousy of a woman he’s not even supposed to be sleeping with would make it better.
“we’re to be married…” he sighs, “looking at her from time to time is a standard requirement.”
misato sets her cup down, turning sharply on her feet. she clenches her fist out of anger. “you said you were going to marry me.”
the twitch of an eye. oh god, the surfacing of his anger is happening again. he takes a deep breath, praying that by all the old gods and new they’d give him the strength to carry on this petulant conversation. “yes. and i meant it before my father could marry me off to carry on the means of this war.”
misato seems to have no rebuttal but her heart can’t ignore the ache that carries behind it. she approaches him, sitting on the edge of the bed, palming his knee. “do you think she’s pretty?”
“yes,” suguru states plainly with a scoff as if the answer was obvious. “everyone does. even you think she’s pretty.”
misato’s hand slips away, curling at the sheets as she rolls her eyes and attempts to walk away but suguru sighs, reaching out to grip her by the wrists.
she fights him off with a few meek slaps and punches but his strength overwhelms her, planting her on her back with her hands above her head. “it’s only a marriage of strategy.” he coos, pecking and nipping at the skin below her ear. “i’ll make plenty of time for you.”
she huffs, fixing her face to look unaffected by his touch. “don’t bother. perhaps i’ll find myself a suitor to marry.”
suguru laughs at that— filled with a certain amount of mockering that has misato’s blood boiling as he releases his grip. “you and your mother are whores with no father to help your status. who exactly are you going to marry? a stableboy?”
misato’s lips twist in fury. she lifts her hand to smack him but again, he prevails, swiftly apprehending her despite her will to continue striking him. suguru pins her against the sheets again, their harsh breaths fanning against one another. with ease, he then turns her on her stomach, fingers lightly trailing between her thighs.
“you’re mine.” he growls into her ear, jaw tight as he presses her face into the mattress. “do you understand me?”
she whines at his feather touch, wanting him yet fueling with need to strike him till he was bloody.
“i will hear no more of your jealousy. it’s boring. and boring people serve no use to me, got it?”
misato gives in, nodding with a shy whimper. “i love you, sugu.”
he only hums, allowing his fingers to treat her bad behavior. “i know you do.”
the days and weeks pass of formal dinners and outings for appearances. it was only time you ever partook in conversation with suguru. he spent most of his time in his chambers, fleeting with whores so you hear. it was a true disappointment honestly. you had found him rather attractive and endearing whenever you had spoken. to think you would be giving up your purity to a man who likely thought nothing of it.
today, like all the others, you do the same as you always have growing up. sewing, stitching, and reading. you sit outside, absorbing the winter air, turning the pages of some random book you grabbed from the library.
though your loneliness is soon occupied by the sound of footsteps crunching in the snow.
your eyes lift to who stands before you, a woman, a bit older than you but still young. you fold the page, closing your book shut.
“my lady.” she smiles brightly, followed by a curtsy. “i’m sorry to bother you, i just wanted to congratulate you on your soon to be wedding.”
just like you’ve practiced, a charming smile shapes your features as you stand, setting your book aside. “thank you, and you are?”
“misato.” she hums, “my father is one of the many knights who work to guard you and lord suguru.”
you nod, “well, misato. please give your father my utmost gratitude. i sleep well at night with his attention to my safety.”
“i will, your grace.” misato keeps her smile, reaching out to gently lock her arm with yours. you’re a bit stunned by the physicality but remain demure. “how are you and lord suguru?”
“we’re fine.” is all you can say, clearing your throat as she tugs you along a path. “he’s quite nice.”
“only nice?” she laughs, a sound that you force yourself not to grimace at. “i suppose he is but i only ask because i… i hear things, my lady.”
you take a pause in your steps, misato following as you give her a questionable side eye. “hear things like what?”
misato rubs your arm at your wariness, laughing it off again. “it’s only rumors, my lady. i have no way to prove it true but i hear our lord has a taken a liking to being at the brothel’s.”
you hum, fully stopping her this time. “and why pray tell have you come to tell me of this supposed rumor?”
“it seemed to be a matter of concern, your grace.”
misato sputters, brows furrowing but still wanting to keep this facade that is slowly failing to work against you. “to you, my lady. it can be an awful thing to have the people you rule think less of your marriage—”
“the matters of my marriage are not the concern of others nor is it a concern to me of what they think.” you state matter of factly. “so i ask you again, what is the true reason for bringing your ‘rumor’ to me?”
“i…” the woman stutters, hiding her free hand to clench her fist. suguru told her of how you potray to have a timid and fragile nature. misato was under the impression she could break you down and have suguru find you boring since he always likes to claim boring people serve no use to him. “it was simply to have your back as ladies—”
“ladies?” you scoff, “a lady of whom you’ve only known for a total of a few minutes? right.” you forcibly tug her arm off you, creating merely a step of distance. “guard.” you speak loud enough for your personal guard to step from the shadows, completely catching misato by surprise.
her eyes widen in fear as she aims to run but your guard being big and burly, found it an easy task to capture her. misato struggles in the hold of your knight, watching as you take slow steps toward her. “what was the name of your father?”
she remains silent, lips curled as she grunts and whimpers in fear. you laugh, cruelly enough for misato to remember for the rest of her days. “another lie. as i expected. knew it from the beginning considering he is the only knight i trust to guard my life. so who are you really?”
misato pants, still silent. you take that as her answer and nod. your knight drags misato off and she cries out. “w-wait! you can’t kill me, he’ll have you hanged!”
you raise a hand to the large man and he lets go of misato who gives him a furious look. “who? suguru?”
“we are lovers!” misato snides, tears angrily pricking her eyes. “he was promised to marry me but then you came along to ruin it!”
you hum, tilting your head as you observe her. “you’re one of his infamous whores i presume?”
“i’m not a whore.” she grits, daringly thinking to strike you across the face.
“no?” you mock, “what are you then? please, enlighten me.”
again, you’re met with silence that makes you laugh again before you straighten your face and step to her, lips brushing her ear. “touch me again and i’ll have you strangled in your sleep.”
you turn without looking back, knight following you a few paces behind. it felt rather freeing to finally act as yourself. you truly have to thank misato for her behavior. what should you start with?
you would think on it throughout the evening, simply deciding on how you’d handle suguru first.
after you’ve eaten and bathed, you slip on a robe with nothing underneath, trailing the dark halls to find suguru’s chambers.
as you approach, two guards stand, immediately pushing the doors open for you to enter.
it’s not that shocking for you to hear soft moans reach your ears, followed by a screech upon your entry. a woman that wasn’t misato, thank the gods, scrambles to pry suguru off of her and use the sheets to cover herself.
your soon to be husband pants heavily, bewildered by your sudden appearance. “what the hell are you doing?”
you ignore him, smiling sweetly to the bare woman. “you should probably leave, my darling.”
she nods frantically, grasping at an extra bedsheet to toss around her frame as she scurries off. the doors shut and suguru still looks at you as if you’ve massacred his family before him.
you giggle, taking a seat on the bed beside him. “ease yourself, my lord. i don’t mean to trouble you.”
he huffs, pushing his long unruly hair out his face, sitting up on the bed, allowing the sheets to cover his lower half. “w-what brings you here, my lady?”
he’s unsure of how to react right now, should he apologize? should he have the guards drag you away?
“i won’t tell anyone.” you assure him with a small laugh, reaching out to grasp his arm and give it a gentle squeeze. “truly. you have nothing to fear from me, my lord.”
he stares at you sharply, confused by this turnaround of personality. i mean, suguru was used to putting up a facade as well, upkeeping that sweet, charming tone that the ladies always seemed to woo at.
“i digress,” you start, taking a breath to break the tension, “i thought i should let it be known i met a friend of yours today.”
“…a friend?” his brows furrow.
“yes. a friend. …misato, if you recall?”
suguru immediately groans at the name, seemingly more comfortable but still side-eyeing the difference in your behavior. “and how was this meeting? did she hurt you?”
“i believe she tried to scare me away from you.” you laugh, “quite silly, really. it wouldn’t have done anything.”
“yes.” he sighs in agreement, “silly and boring to be frank.”
you look at him in his natural state, suddenly snatching the sheets away from him and straddling his lap.
suguru looks up at you, quickly realizing that you’re bare underneath your robe. you grab his large hands, placing them on either side of your hips, feeling his length that sits heavy under you. “do what you want.” you tell him in a low whisper, cupping his cheek and slowly guiding your hand to grip at his roots, tightly tugging his head back to look at you, “fuck, steal, kill. it doesn’t matter, my prince. but you need to be discreet, understand?”
he hums, squeezing at your skin, suddenly intrigued. “we cannot consummate until our wedding night.”
you make a face, reaching down between your bodies to grip the base of his cock. “i have no qualms to lay with you, my lord. i will fulfill my duties when i must. all i ask is for you to be careful.”
his breathing picks up but they close in despair the moment you release him, wiping the away slick on his sweaty chest. “goodnight, my lord.” is all you say, lifting yourself off him and disappearing back into your chambers.
days pass, it’s finally the wedding day. your family travels to show themselves, feasting as you and your betrothed get ready. you sat in the bath, gently wiping at your skin.
you slowly turn your head at the sudden voice, it didn’t give you chills considering it sounded familiar. the water slouches around your frame, you don’t say anything upon setting your sights on the one and only misato.
“how did you get in here?”
she steps from the shadows, holding a knife. she lifts it to point it at you. “is that really what you should be asking?”
you sigh, standing from your bath which clearly puts on edge as she switches her stance, both hands flying to the handle of the weapon.
“if you wanted to kill me. you’d have done it already.” you walk past her without flinching, grabbing your robe to slip it on. “what do you want from me?”
from afar, is suguru fully dressed in his wedding attire. his cloak works to be perfectly fitted until a rampant knock and few voices could be heard until the doors to his dressing room flies open.
in comes, misato, cheeks red with dried tears staining them, holding you tightly at knife point in nothing but your robe.
his maids scurry out the room in fear, leaving the three of you upon misato locking the door shut. suguru raises a hand and shakes his head, stomping towards her “what are you doing?”
“stop! or i kill her,” misato screams, dangerously pressing the blade to your neck. well fuck. perhaps it was wrong to anger her but you had quite the knack for getting a rise out of people. you suppose this is your karma. you wince as she tugs on your hair but remain to be strongfaced.
“misato.” suguru warns, holding his hands out defensively. “put the knife down and we can talk.”
“does seeing your pretty little bride in my control make you quiver in fear?” she sniffs, pressing harder, nearly drawing blood from your neck. “i knew it.” she laughs condescendingly, soon showing that it’s only to cover up her pain as she forces her face not to fall into a sob. “you want her don’t you?”
“what would you have me do?” suguru exasperates, “kill her? i am to marry her.”
“fuck marriage.” misato spits. “you’re mine.”
suguru closes his eyes, groaning. “stop this nonsense. behave yourself and i’ll make sure you don’t get in trouble for this. now.”
it’s a brief second of hesitation and misato aggressively pushes you to the ground and you land on your knees with a hard thud.
“call off the wedding.” misato whines, approaching him and reaching for his soft bulge. instantly, he can feel his eye twitch again which only meant one thing. stay in control, he thinks, taking breaths. don’t react. stay calm.
you eye the loosely held blade in her hand, standing up stealthily as her and suguru go at it.
she’s still rubbing at him but it doesn’t bring the effect it usually does. “you want me and not her, right? if you love me, call it off.”
nope. suguru snaps, grabbing misato by her wrists and slamming her against the closest wall. she winces slightly in pain, dropping the knife from her hand as she stares up at him wide eyed. “you throw that word around so carelessly, unaware of the fact i’ve never once shared having that much affection for you.”
“you’re angering me, misato.” he huffs down at her as she whines and whimpers. “i told you to quit this senseless act of jealousy or else i would be done with you.”
he lets go of her, “get out. i command that you don’t show yourself around my quarters again or else i’ll have you exiled.”
“suguru.” misato spoke in disbelief, eyes wide as she shakes her head, understanding his seriousness upon him sending his guards to escort her. “liar!” she yells, scrambling to get ahold of him but his guards get to her first, dragging her out.
now alone with your handmaiden’s being shunned away at your refusal to be checked, he looks at you, sighing in defeat. “are you alright?” he holds a hand out, aiming to cup your cheek but you slap him. so hard, he wonders how misato even put you in this position. you easily could have worn her down.
“if i ever catch your whore again, i’ll have her killed on sight.” you warn him, adjusting your robe tighter around your frame as you storm out the room.
the rest of the day goes on as planned, with higher security but the ceremony begins with your father giving you away and ending in a kiss that lingers longer than you expected it to, then finally dinner allowing for speeches until the two of you were carried out to your chambers per tradition.
now alone as you take slow steps into the threshold, suguru pours himself a cup of wine, “want some or are you still angry with me?”
you ignore him as you have been throughout the day, taking a sip from his goblet then placing it back down.
that’s enough liquid courage for the night, not that you needed it. you had natural confidence that had no need to be enhanced.
suguru steps towards you, a hand reaching out to cup your cheek that you allow this time, thumb stroking the skin, “don’t be mad at me. i didn’t think she would—”
“that’s your problem, i assume. you don’t think.”
he sighs, tugging off his clothing piece by piece. he tilts his head at you. “you’re a virgin, yes?”
he hums, pointing to your dress. “may i?”
you swallow, breathing picking up as it dawns upon you that you’re a virgin. spent life without a mother to tell you about bleeding and the aspects of sex. how it feels and if it’ll change you as the woman you are now.
you spent years holding this part of you sacred not only because it was your duty as a woman but simply because you found it intimate.
to now share it with a man who thought of this as a regular day had you growing ill. you wanted to cry but you forbade it, nodding instead.
suguru approaches you, gentle and steady, turning your back to him to slowly undo the tightness of your corset. with each tug, you close your eyes and take a breath until you feel the tenderness of his lips meet the side of your neck.
“i’m sorry.” he murmurs, continuing to kiss, nip, and lick across your skin. he holds you like a fragile doll, keeping you steady. “a lady like you should never have to endure what i put you through.”
you whimper, a tear sliding down your cheek at his softness. you suck in a shaky breath, “you’re forgiven…”
he turns you back to face him, frowning at your emotion. “should i stop?”
“no.” you shake your head frantically, roughly wiping away at your cheek. “i’m just… scared.”
“sweet girl.” he coos, leaning in. “i’ll take care of you, i swear it.” he whispers and your eyes flutter shut the moment your lips connect.
it’s slow, warm, and you can actively feel the butterflies swarming in your stomach. suguru places a hand at your waist and the other gently grips the back of your neck, leading the motion of your lips molding. soft and meek noises are pulled from you as he slides in his tongue, swirling feverishly around yours.
his touch is so careful you don’t even notice when he slips the fabric off your shoulders, guiding you towards the bed. getting used to the premise of how your lips should move, you pick up the pace, tangling your fingers through suguru’s hair as he temporarily lets you go to strip himself bare.
he was determined to keep his lips attached to yours, switching the pace in which he slipped off your dress to then drop you onto the sheets. he groans into your mouth, inserting himself between your legs while squeezing and fondling your breast.
suddenly he’s pulling away and you're whining for his touch but he shushes you with a quick peck, following down your figure to kiss your sternum, your stomach, and your hip before hooking his fingers around your panties.
“may i?” he mumbles, nose brushing awfully close to what you’ve kept sacred. your brows furrow but you nod. he smells you, the point of his nose pressing against you as he hums in full delight by your scent. a groan rumbles through his chest, he can’t help but be swift and efficient to tug your garments down your legs.
“i want to taste you, is that alright?”
he chuckles, gliding his long fingers down your thighs and throwing them over his shoulders. “no questions, my dear wife. yes or no? if you don’t like it, just tell me stop.”
“…yes.” you palm his muscly shoulder blades. his eyes stay stuck on your face as he leans forward, hot breath fanning your leaking hole that you’re entirely naive about.
his arms secure themselves around your soft thighs, tongue peeking out for a kitten lick that has your hips bucking at the sudden sensation. suguru tightens his hold, tongue completely flattening to suck up your juices and move up to circle your clit.
tiny gasps and pants fill the room in patterned sequences and suguru’s insistent groaning only heightened the effect of his sexual experience.
“god, you taste heavenly.” he breathes, heart beat hammering against his chest as he looks up at you with a soaked chin and nose. his index finger prods at your fluttering hole, licking your slick clean off his lips. “wanna fill you up but i don’t think you’re ready.”
you don’t have a rebuttal when you choke on your words when feeling his long, thick finger slip pass your gushy walls, clenching sporadically at the foreign finger.
“suguru.” you whine, back arching and fingers combing through his hair as he watches you squirm from the thrusts of his fingers.
he hums, applying pressure to your abdomen. “yes, pretty? talk to me. does it feel good?”
you moan as a response and in most cases he’d apply more pressure to hear you speak but with how you looked at him, frightened of what the aspects of sex would feel like, suguru made it his mission to ensure your first time would be a moment you’d cherish or at least enjoy.
“do you know what it means to reach your climax?” he asks, dipping in another finger.
“a little.” you manage to choke out, thinking of the brief conversations you’ve overheard from past friends and brothel workers that gossiped about their sexual experiences.
“good.” he grunts, wholly ignoring the ache in his wrist as he curls them so deliciously deep in your cunt. the build up euphoria has your body coated in a light layer of sweat, back arching off the sheets and your moans increasing in sound. “tell me before you do. not when you do, understand, princess?”
“yes—yes,” you mutter quickly, eyes tight but suguru’s quite insistent on the matter as he pauses his work. you stare at him with a frown and he teasingly rubs slow enough circles at your clit with his thumb to garner your attention.
“it’s very important that you do as i say. before not when.” he repeats, “i’ll punish you otherwise.”
you nod and a smile grows on his face when you clench at his words.
“i can’t have you liking to be punished, my sweet girl. it’s too early for you to be so dirty minded.”
he kisses your clit, lips wrapping around the bud as he sucks and continues thrusting his fingers in and out of your pussy. you can’t even see how soaked you are. all your juices flowing creating a trail down his arm and forming a dark patch on the silky sheets.
he groans in satisfaction at your taste, holding your legs apart as you squirm. he watches for your every reaction just in case you manage to forget about what he told you.
it’s when he adds in a third finger with a disgusting squelch that your legs begin to tremble and your breathing picks up between moans. a feeling that circles in the pits of your stomach and has you pulsing from every stretch. instantly, you reach for your husband’s back, opening your mouth to speak but it’s cut off by your pretty sounds.
he understands your efforts though and pushes you a few more seconds and the second he catches your eyes closing shut he completely pulls away, tearing away the progress of your building orgasm.
you feel so empty, entirely blown away by this whole process thus far. it has you watching him with curious eyes as he lifts a pillow behind your head, adjusting your body and kneeling. he fists the base of his cock, slapping it against your hole.
you’ve heard about the average length of men but you tilt your head, attempting to do silent math as you check out suguru’s. you’re pretty sure he’s above average. should you be scared?
“still don’t know if you’re ready, my princess.”
he doesn’t even look at you, his face is still drenched, not even bothering to do anything about it. he’s staring down at your pussy and the way it flutters around nothing.
truly though. he feels worrisome and when his eyes lift up to meet yours, you grab his free hand, placing it over your heart. it’s beating hard and fast. “will it hurt?”
“at first…” he confesses with a sigh, releasing his hand from your heart to hold your face, caressing the skin. “but it’ll pass. it should feel nice. if it doesn’t, you must promise to tell me to stop.”
you nod feebly, “i promise.”
suguru takes a deep breath, coating his length in your slick then prods his tip in your hole. he feels nervous for you, what the fuck? he’s actually scared to move. he really doesn’t want to hurt you.
“suguru.” you speak up, catching his attention. “do it.”
“look at me.” he slips his hand from your cheek to grasp the back of your neck. you keep your eyes on him, air being knocked out from your lungs feeling the immediate stretch of him pushing himself in at a slow pace. you let out a low sound that’s similar to a scream and suguru instantly freezes, wide eyes dancing over your face. “do you want me to stop?”
“n-no.” you whine, sucking in a breath, “keep going.”
you’re so warm and wet. he moans at the way you squeeze around him sporadically. it makes him weak in the knees. he has to lean down, forearms planted on either side of your head, fixing himself deeper into your cunt.
a guttural moan heaves from your chest and suguru presses soft kisses to your skin in hope it could soothe the pain. “i know, my love. i know.” he starts at your cheek, below your ear, neck, then back up to your lips whispering sweet nothings. once he’s filled to the hilt, he pauses, interlocking your hands together above your head. “how does it feel now?”
“i’m okay.” you sigh, squeezing his hand. he kisses you again, pulling out then rocking his hips back in. no wonder misato was so angry about losing him. imagine experiencing this level of intimacy with someone and now they’re off getting married to another.
you thought that maybe you would owe her an apology but she did try to kill you so, fuck her! if only the man above you could hear your little thoughts. oh how he would tell you that misato has never gotten this sweet love making side to him. it simply wasn’t in his caliber to share that with any woman he comes across.
that realization made it quite clear to him of what he needed in his life. a woman like you— so sweet and tender yet strongheaded and fierce. not afraid to admit her fears and faults. who is capable of defending herself if need be.
he hated to say it but his father was right. you are a suitable bride. more than that even. you were beyond the affection of any man. no one deserved you. not even him he thinks.
“m-more.” you moan out against suguru’s ears, his head planted onto your neck as he moves in and out at an average pace. he curses, squeezing tighter at your hands when he fully comes out then smacks himself in. he fucks you hard, stilling each time his cock makes contact with your cervix. you’re a mess, crying into him and locking your legs around his waist.
he lets go of your hands, shifting one on the bedsheets and the other cradling your head. veins bulge down his arms and he moves faster this time, brows furrowing in absolute concentration.
he looks between your bodies, rolling his eyes in pleasure at the sight. his balls harshly smack against your skin, sweat trickles down his forehead and tight abs. your arms weakly lift to come around his neck, occasionally tugging at the nape of his neck. his long hair flows over both your bodies, some sticking to his skin.
“i knew you could do it.” he huffs, seeing the way you take him so easily now, begging for more between each thrust. “so proud of you, my sweet wife.”
his praises have you clenching around him and he moans at the involuntary action. “you like that, princess?” he hums, mouth hovering above yours, sharing breathless pants.
“suguru.” you whimper, only being able to nod. tears stain your cheeks at how full you feel. you almost think you’re hallucinating when you look down and see a faint shape appearing on your stomach each time he thrust back in but suguru lifts his hand that cradles your head to press down on your belly.
“i’m right here.” he licks his lips, still getting remnants of your taste as he assures you of your very true visions. “you see how deep i am? fuck, you feel so good. i could stay inside you forever.”
his devotion reignited that foreign feeling again. your climax. it has you clenching in rhythmic patterns around his cock and causes a tremble in your thighs. “almost there?”
“y-yes!” you desperately claw at his back, tightening your legs around his waist.
“quickly.” he pecks your lips, “don’t keep me waiting.”
it’s not long before you’re seeing the stars and sky twinkle above you as your spasming and writhing. suguru’s arms slightly wobble, closing his eyes and groaning at how much you suck him in.
that doesn’t have him lasting long after you, his own orgasm approaching no more than a minute later. “where do you want it?”
your brows furrow at the question, unable to focus as he’s still thrusting and you’re still coming down from your high.
his jaw clenches, impatient and unsteady as he grows weaker attempting to hold back. “do you want me to finish inside?”
“y/n.” he moans, pressing his forehead to yours. “not what i asked. where do you want it? make it quick.”
you swallow, eyes dressing over his face before you lock your legs around him again. “inside.”
“yeah? my princess wants me to fill her up?”
“yes, yes— please. all of it.”
he chuckles at your pleading, thrusts growing slopping as his hips stutter and his cock twitches before ropes of him are shooting into you and being fucked in as he continues to move his hips, slower this time to take in the full feeling of his orgasm. his velvety moans ring into your ear as he stills and drops his full body weight onto you.
there’s nothing but heavy breathing for a while, a hand at your hip lazily drawing circles and the other going back to holding your head as he kisses all over your face, still inside you.
“you’re alright?” he hums.
“yes.” you smile weakly, brushing sweat filled stray hairs out his face. “thank you.”
“no need to thank me.” he sighs, small noises pulling from both of you as he finally slides out. a part of you can breathe and another feels so empty. it’s astonishing. “my intentions are pure. you are my wife and i see you as mine now. my eyes are for no one else.”
you pout, laying on your side to face him as he does. “do you think that because of duty or pure intentions? remember that misato thought the same of you.”
he wants to roll his eyes at her name but he refrains, rubbing at your belly from where he previously pressed on it. “i’ll prove myself to you. no matter how long it takes.”
you hum with a small smile, leaning in to peck his lips. “i’ll count on that…”
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