you both are aware that the other knows. you're aware of the small challenges he places for you to see if you'll show your hand and he delights in the choices you make. "sorry my lord, i have reason to believe that dish is poisoned." you watch as he tilts his head back with a smile and stretches his arm out in front of him. his eyes watching carefully (a glint in them you aren't able to discern), you take the tray of food and leave the room.
hideyoshi has no proof. he knows there is something off about you, knows the details you tell them are never quite enough to link you back anywhere but just enough for them to see the threads you've carefully left out. he trusts nobunaga's decisions and thus keeps quiet as you grow ever closer to his lord. you've saved his life on more occasions than he can count but your reflexes feel too fast for a mere maid.
he's not sure who you're reporting to-- he has more enemies than he can count narrowing down who sent you would be a difficult task-- he has the resources to find out if he wanted. nobunaga instead finds himself enjoying the game of cat and mouse you play. he allows you close to him and perhaps it is foolishness on his part when he allows you to his bed chambers. perhaps it is foolishness to share in a drink with you or offer a piece of candy with a small *shh* and a promise of a secret.
you might as well be just as foolish. you allow yourself to sleep in his company, not saying a word when calloused hands brush hair from your face or smooth a wrinkle in your brow as you sleep. you have a job to do, one you've been waiting for. primed for. and yet, one night you get close enough.
the dagger in your hand millimeters away from the skin of his throat. it would be swift, over and he wouldn't even know. it would be kind to get it over with so quickly and still you hesitate. you carefully wrap the dagger and stash it amongst your things as you cover yourself in the blanket of your futon and try to forget how close you were to being done.
"why didn't you do it?" you both know what you're referring to when you have breakfast together the next day. it is the first time he has ever outwardly shown you he is aware. he doesn't seem angry, only a curious gleam filling his eyes.
"I couldn't my lord." an admission far greater than the words alone can convey. you sip from your cup and look at him over the rim. there's a pleased look in his eyes that makes you want to roll your own and a hint of red on his cheeks you decide is a trick of the light. it would be better, safer, for both of you if it was.
"you manage to always surprise me. I wonder how you will do so next."
"who can say my lord, the trip is only a few days."
plot: it's a possible continuation of that chapter in Licht's route where he says that tonight is the last time you see each other. there are no spoilers for the route (except the part I've already described :)), so you can read it without any worries, i suppose
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tags: smut, hurt/comfort (or more like no comfort), p in v, any kisses, licht's kinda dom
a/n: i think licht's a bit ooc here but i tried to make him as natural as possible even within such a lewdy fic lol
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You desperately tried to hold your tears back and bite down the sobs, sitting on the edge of your bed where Licht sat you down. You still couldn't believe it — the last night you see each other. As a single tear ran down your cheek you felt Licht’s palm on your head. He stroked your hair, trying to comfort you. And why should he be so kind even now, after he had told you that awful news. Your vision blurred more as you stared at your clenched fists, knowing you were unable to change his mind once he had decided. But suddenly his quiet voice just near your ear made you slowly look up at him.
“Ask me.” He said with the usual calm expression he always had.
“Ask what?”
“Ask whatever you want me to do. Tonight's the last time we see each other. You can ask me anything.”
You stared at him, seeking in his eyes what he could mean. His face was as calm and beautiful as ever, his dark gaze held yours. Something kindled within you like every time you met this penetrating gaze of his.
Did he really mean it? Could you really ask him anything?
Licht didn't turn his crimson eyes from you, he just kept waiting, and you knew it was the answer. He would really do anything for you, but only tonight. Perhaps, it was some kind of apology, maybe he felt a debt for leaving you after what you had promised to him.
You opened your mouth to speak but your voice was too small and not a sound came out. Licht tilted his head, leaning slightly forward to you to hear you better. He noticed your gaze drop to his lips and rise back to lock with his. Your lips began to move again, and you quietly, hesitatingly pronounced,
“Will you really do anything?”
“Mm.” He nodded.
His calmness was enough to make you resolve, so you closed the distance between you two, and your lips touched his. A kiss was light as a feather, and you quickly moved back.
Licht didn't move. Suddenly you realised how late it already was. The light of a single candle near the bed was slowly dying down, making the dark room sink even more in the night. This second something flickered in his red eyes, and for a moment you were scared it was too much, that he would reject you, that he would regret what he had told and would be only glad to leave you forever and right away. But then Licht leaned closer and you felt his warm lips against yours once again. It was a chaste but long kiss. It seemed the moment he felt you, he didn't want to leave. You felt him gently placing his palm on your waist, and he parted from you to end the kiss. Your palms found his face and you brought him to you again. Your fingers sank in his silver and soft as fur hair. The kiss became bolder, harder, and in no time his tongue intertwined with yours. You had no idea Licht could be so hungry and eager. That kiss hazed your mind completely. His strong arms closed around you, and you melt in his warmth. If the night could last forever, you’d wish for nothing but to stay just like this, in his embrace with his mouth against yours, never being apart.
The candle finally went out, immersing your bedroom in the almost pitch darkness. Only the moon glancing through the floating clouds time after time shone through the tulle.
Gradually Licht pulled away from you. His hands remained on your waist and your back, stroking your body, as if he tried to remember your every curve. His hot breath fanned over your face as he looked at you, his gaze was dark again but not like before. There was not only that abyss you felt he was falling in, but something different that was shimmering in your gaze as well now. For the first time his look was filled with an emotion, and it was sensuality. You always found yourself drowning in his eyes, so intense and seeming to know everything that was yet strange to you. It was both frightening and exciting how easily he could capture your attention, even when he himself had no idea about it, and was only desperately trying to push you away. You didn't know yet the reason why he was like that. You only knew you would follow him wherever he would be. And perhaps it would hurt both of you, you didn't care, not tonight when you witnessed the glimpse of forlorn hope within his hungry kisses.
“Please…” You whispered and your palm slid down his neck to the buttons of his shirt.
You saw hesitation in his face as he looked away. You knew what he probably thought: you two could not. And you knew it was once again out of his thoughtfulness. But this night was everything you had, and you wanted to take all from it, and to give Licht all you could. And you saw in his red eyes that he, deep inside, wanted it too.
“Please, just tonight.” Your palm slithered down his chest where you had already undid his shirt. Licht finally looked at you again, just in time to notice how you bit your lower lip, running your fingers over his toned and unusually hot skin. “Only tonight and I will never bother you again.” You whispered with that look which he hated the most.
None of you said it, but you both knew it was wrong. It would only hurt more the next day, but… Perhaps if you pretend there was no pain in the tomorrow, if you indulge your instincts, then maybe later the memories of the sweetness you were about to share could soothe the future hollowness in your hearts.
“You're indeed stubborn and greedy, aren't you? Want to take everything from what a night can give?” Licht softly smiled, the sight of it filled your chest with ache.
“Yes, you’re absolutely right about me.” You gave him a smile, “You can hate me for this.”
“Mm.” He closed his eyes for a second. “You’re making it too easy for me to hate you. I thought I couldn’t hate you more than I already did, but… You messed with my heart too much.” Licht pushed you down on the bed. The moonlight silvered his hair as though he had a halo. “And that’s why I hate you.”
His eyes of a wolf slowly travelled down and up your figure, as if engraving every detail of you in his memory, and then he leaned down to you. He captured your face in his palm, pressing his lips to yours. A deep, passionate kiss ignited the fire in your core. On their own chord your legs closed around his hips, bringing him closer, and you felt his hardness against your thigh as he unconsciously bucked his pelvis forward. Licht showered down your neck with loud kisses, he sucked on your skin though not firmly enough to leave a mark, as if afraid to leave any evidance of tonight. His palm cautiously slid under your nightgown, pushing the thin fabric aside, and his fingers touched your hardened nipples, twisting them stimulatingly yet tenderly. A sight escaped your lips as he replaced his fingers with his mouth and closed his eyes, savouring the feeling of your flesh on his tongue.
So far Licht still hadn't taken his clothes off and you struggled to push his flax shirt down his shoulders. You felt him tension suddenly and you stopped. You remembered that you’d already seen him shirtless, so that shouldn't be a problem now, right?
“If you want to, we can stay in clothes.”
“It’s not that.” He looked away when he met your gaze. “You just… I don't think you’re used to the sight of scars.”
“Well, it might be true, but… It's dark here actually and I really… want to see all of you. Accept all of you.” He found your gaze once again. Why should you look at him like that? With such longing as he was already hurting you. Perhaps he was, and he himself could feel the pain, too. But it was the pain of tomorrow and it should not exist within what you gave each other tonight. And besides the pain in your eyes Licht could also see fondness. And it hurt him even more.
“Why do you always say that?”
His shirt fell down and Licht appeared over you again. Your palms found their place on his chest right away and you stroked his skin down to his abs, stopped at his belt. All his torso was covered with the lines of old scars and seams, you could feel them under your fingertips.
“Because…” You bit your lip thinking over what you wanted to say, “Because I adore you”.
You looked up at him, waiting for his reaction. His gaze clouded again as he rose above you and he looked away with a frown.
“You have no idea what you're saying.”
Before he could continue, before he could fall even deeper into that black abyss of his past you sat up to silence him with a kiss. To your surprise he tightly embraced you, his tongue poked at your lips and then he showed it deeply into your mouth. Your hand slowly slid down to his abdomen and you touched him there. His sight was swallowed by your kiss. When you finally parted, both panting, you whispered to him,
“No matter what you did in the past, it won't change the things you did to me. For me.” You saw him astonished. “And for me you're the best one, Licht.”
Still being stricken with your confession, Licht let you bring him down to tower over you as you fell down on the sheets. Now when you lay beneath him with your chest exposed, with your eyes boring into his with a blend of longing and adoration, with your cheeks burning rose red from lust… Your kisses, your palms lingering on his body, made him feel more and more distinctly that beast inside of him, desiring to take you. And he tried to push that sinful need deeper inside of his heart, but your words, that plea in your eyes, it was more than he could bear. How he hated it. And hated you for making such a mess of him.
With a single thrust Licht was in you. You gasped at sudden pain but pleasure took over it at the instant, and you tightly embraced him. Your heated bodies pressed to one another as he moved smoothly and steadily, each thrust hit deeply into your core, sending waves of pleasure through you, making you shiver and cling to him even more. You closed your legs around him, your palms wandered over his broad sweaty back, nails slightly grazing his skin. Licht hardly could hold himself back, he positively forced himself into that slow pace to not hurt you. But each quiet moan escaping your lips made it harder and harder for him. He buried his face into the corner of your neck, murmured something, you couldn't help but be surprised at how low his voice became. His breath and lips were hot against your neck.
Just as Licht thrusted deeply, burying his whole shaft into you, he covered your mouth with his palm when you couldn't suppress a loud moan. He raised himself a little to meet your gaze. In the dim moonlight your tears shone in the corners of your eyes, making your eyelashes seem even thicker. You rolled your eyes back, he felt your pleading sights his palm. The sight of you was just too beautiful. He removed his hand to cover your mouth with a fierce kiss. Licht quickened his pace, letting more of his beastly desire take over. As you parted you threw your head back in pleasure, a whisper of his name escaped your lips. You felt his palm on your chin as he quietly ordered you to look at him and tilted your head down. You focused your gaze on the man in front of you. Licht was even more handsome than ever. His wet lips parted, dark crimson eyes staring into yours, eyebrows frowned, pearls of sweat sliding down his temples. You wondered how he could be so tender and so firm at the same time. And whether he had an experience or was it his natural gift. But you couldn't be distracted for long as Licht’s hand lowered to your belly and down to the place where you were connected. His fingers found your sensitive bud, all wet and swollen. A single touch was enough to make you feel like burning and in a few more gentle strokes you came.
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In the morning, tossing lazily in your bed with your limbs sore, you woke up. The sun could barely shine through the rain clouds, tincturing your room into the pale grey of a rainy morning. You stared at the window for a while, afraid to turn and see whether he kept his word. You could still feel Licht’s warmth nearly, and you knew it was only a phantom of him. The images of what you two did last night filled your mind, and you felt the sweet ache in your belly like yesterday and a sting of pain in your heart. You really, really didn't want to face it.
“Licht…”
You finally turned.
Alone.
There were no traces of Licht. Just as he told you.
in honor of it being nobunaga's birthday today, here's a little story about his special day.
summary: you want to throw nobunaga a special birthday he won't forget
nsfw, lots of sex, reader written as afab
WC: 1,785
the oda castle bustled with secret excitement.
you’d spent the last week rallying the other warlords; mitsuhide, hideyoshi, masamune, ieyasu, and even mitsunari, all sworn to keep quiet for once in their lives. today was nobunaga oda’s birthday, and you were determined to celebrate it like people did in your time, balloons, banners, food, dancing, and a few very private surprises.
“make sure the sake is ready,” you told hideyoshi, “and the konpeito, too!”
“and the music!” masamune called. “this demon king deserves a full-blown festival.”
“let’s just hope he doesn’t burn the castle down when he walks in and sees us yelling surprise,” mitsuhide smirked.
you laughed, heart pounding with excitement. tonight wasn’t just about nobunaga, it was about showing him just how much you adored him, in every language, in every era.
when nobunaga walked into the great hall, decorated in handmade streamers and banners (and a suspicious amount of sake), everyone yelled, “surprise!”
he blinked, brow raised. “what… is this?”
you stepped forward nervously. “happy birthday, nobunaga.”
a hush fell over the room as his crimson eyes swept over the decorations, and then settled on you. his slow smirk was dangerous and heated.
“i see. you organized this,” he said, striding toward you. “only you would have the gall to command my vassals behind my back.”
and then, without hesitation, he grabbed your waist and pulled you into a deep, possessive kiss – in front of everyone.
you squeaked into his lips as the room exploded in laughter and whistles.
“get a room already!” masamune shouted.
“she’s practically climbing him like a tree,” mitsunari muttered, embarrassed.
“i didn’t know parties came with a live performance,” mitsuhide added slyly.
you buried your face in nobunaga’s chest, burning with embarrassment.
“are you embarrassed by my love?” nobunaga teased low in your ear.
“n-no! just… the attention… and your hands,” you stuttered, feeling his fingers trace your spine.
“oh? then I’ll be sure to give you even more of both later.”
and he meant it.
later that night, in nobunaga’s tenshu, you both made your way to his private quarters, heart racing as he closed the door behind you.
you turned to him, holding out a carefully wrapped box. “your real birthday present.”
his brow lifted. “another surprise?”
when he opened it, he pulled out the delicate lace and silk, inspecting the strange, strappy modern lingerie with confusion.
“what is this?”
you giggled. “it’s lingerie. a style from my time. it’s for me to wear and for you to enjoy.”
a slow, wicked grin spread across his face. “then put it on. now.”
you slipped behind the partition, slipping into the intricate lace. the sheer black fabric clung to your curves, a deep v that barely contained your breasts, a garter belt lacing up your thighs, and soft silk that made your hips pop. you draped your outer robe loosely and stepped out.
nobunaga’s smirk fell into a slight pout. “you’re still covered?”
“cheer up,” you whispered, walking toward him with a sultry smile. “that was only part of your gift.”
his crimson eyes flickered with curiosity. “go on.”
“i want to give you something else. it’s called… a lap dance.”
he blinked, intrigued. “a what?”
“you sit. don’t touch. just watch. i do whatever I want to you. that’s the rule.”
you pulled out a matching strip of silk. “and to make sure you follow that rule…”
his brow arched in amusement. “you intend to tie me up?”
“only a little,” you giggled.
he stared at you for a long moment. then, with the faintest groan, he sat. “you are the only one i would ever allow this madness from.”
you tied his wrists behind the chair, gently but firmly, his muscles tense beneath your fingers. “i won’t hurt you. i just want to drive you wild.”
“you already do.”
you straddled his lap, dropping your robe to reveal the sheer lingerie beneath. his sharp inhale told you everything.
“damn…” he whispered, voice husky.
you began to move, hips swaying, grinding slowly on his lap, making sure he felt every inch of your body. his muscles flexed under your palms as you trailed your hands over his chest, up into his hair. he clenched his jaw, already rock-hard beneath you.
“you little vixen,” he growled.
you smirked. “no touching, remember?”
he groaned again, low and rough, as you rolled your hips harder against him.
“turn around,” he hissed. “let me see that sinful ass.”
you obeyed, sitting back against his lap, dragging your hands up your body as you gathered your hair, baring your neck.
he cracked.
with a sharp, sudden motion, you felt the silk restraint slip, his hands free.
“nobunaga-!”
“your knot was sloppy,” he growled, voice thick with lust. one hand caged your chest, the other gripped your waist, grinding you down onto his cock through the layers.
you moaned helplessly, gasping his name.
“shouldn’t have teased me, fireball.”
in one swift motion, he stood and carried you to the futon, throwing you down.
he hovered over you, eyes drinking you in like wine. “that lingerie stays on. i’m going to fuck you in it.”
you whimpered, already soaked.
he grabbed the same silk strip and tied your wrists above your head this time, pinning them to the futon. “my turn to tease.”
he pulled your top down, freeing your breasts. they bounced with each kiss and bite he trailed over them. he lined himself up, then thrust deep into you, hard and hungry.
you screamed, overwhelmed by the sudden pleasure.
each thrust rocked your body, your breasts swaying as he pounded into you. one hand moved to your clit, rubbing in tight circles.
“i’m… i’m close!” you cried, legs shaking.
“good,” he growled. “come for me.”
his thrusts quickened, more erratic, chasing his own climax. one final push and you shattered around him, crying out his name as you pulsed around his cock. seconds later, he groaned, deep and raw, spilling himself inside you in hot waves.
you lay there, breathless, your body trembling under him.
he leaned down, eyes blazing, lips brushing yours. “fuck, that was good.”
you gave a dazed laugh, still recovering.
a minute passed, and you whispered, “will you untie me now?”
he grinned. “not yet. that was only round one.”
your body was still trembling from your first release, wrists bound above your head, the sheer lingerie clinging to your flushed skin, damp and slightly askew from nobunaga’s rough thrusts.
he hovered over you, chest rising and falling with ragged breaths, strands of his dark hair falling across his crimson eyes.
“you always leave me starving,” he growled, kissing the corner of your mouth. “and tonight, i plan to devour every last bit of you.”
you whimpered as he slowly pulled out, the sensation leaving you both empty and eager again.
“i’m not done tasting you,” he murmured.
but instead of diving back in, he shifted, kneeling beside your head. his cock, still hard and glistening from your body, hung temptingly close to your lips.
“open that sweet mouth of yours,” he said, voice low and dangerous.
you did, sticking out your tongue as he guided himself between your lips. you began to suck, slowly at first, teasing him the way he had teased you earlier. your tongue circled the tip, and then you slid him in deeper, hollowing your cheeks as you took him further.
“fuck…” he hissed, one hand gripping your hair as your bound arms tugged instinctively against the silk restraints.
you moaned around him, sending vibrations down his length. he groaned, his hips twitching forward just a little.
“you’re too good at this,” he muttered, breath shuddering.
you picked up your pace, stroking him with your mouth, your eyes locked onto his, cheeks flushed, your bound hands twitching above you. He was unraveling fast.
just before he came, he pulled your head back roughly, groaning deeply.
“hold still.”
you gasped, lips parted, eyes wide as hot ropes of release splashed across your cheek, your lips, and your chest, the sheer lingerie soaked in the evidence of his pleasure.
he exhaled hard, eyes dark and satisfied as he looked down at you.
“look at you…” he breathed out, brushing your cheek with his thumb, gathering the mess with surprising gentleness. “absolutely ruined.”
he leaned in, licking a bead from your chin, then kissed you hungrily before grabbing a silk cloth to gently clean your face. his touch was tender, a stark contrast to the dominance of moments ago.
and then he lowered himself between your thighs.
“i need to taste you again,” he growled.
you moaned as he pushed your legs apart, lifting your hips as he buried his mouth in your core. his tongue worked skillfully, lapping and sucking with slow, deliberate strokes. your back arched, breath breaking in gasps.
“please, nobunaga-!”
he didn’t stop. he wanted to hear you scream his name again.
and you did.
you shattered beneath his mouth, crying out, trembling violently, still bound and helpless under his skilled tongue.
only when you were twitching and gasping did he finally pull back, lips slick, eyes blazing with pride.
he moved up to untie your wrists at last, kissing the tender marks where the silk had held you down.
“you alright, my fireball?” he questioned.
you nodded, breathless. “more than alright…”
he gathered you into his arms, laying you back against the futon and pulling a blanket over your cooling skin. His hand brushed back your damp hair, and he kissed your temple softly.
you looked up at him, smiling, voice barely above a whisper. “happy birthday, nobunaga.”
he smirked lazily. “it is now.”
you leaned into his chest. “i’m glad you were born. i’m glad i came to this time. i’m glad i found you.”
his arms wrapped tighter around you. “there is no other woman i would have by my side. none who could tame me, challenge me, or consume me the way you do.”
your heart fluttered.
as the night deepened and exhaustion finally crept in, he whispered against your hair, “i can’t wait to see more of your modern outfits… or the tricks you keep up your sleeve.”
you giggled softly.
“oh, I have plenty more surprises.”
he chuckled, pulling you tighter against him.
“good. you’re mine… and i’ll never let you go.”
and with those words, you both drifted into a blissful sleep, tangled in silk, shadows, and a love that defied time itself.
