Jinshi isn't sure why you're here. He's not complaining, though—you're propped up on a chair, pretending to sort through a pile of papers with a concentrated expression on your face. In reality, you're just here to take delight in Suiren's sweets. Jinshi couldn't care less—he loved hearing your opinions and, more than anything, he deeply enjoyed your company.
"What is that one about?" He speaks up, arching a brow as you stuff a small pastry in your mouth. You freeze—as if caught red-handed—before gulping down the baked good. There are crumbs on the corner of your mouth, making Jinshi hold back a chuckle.
"Uh...Oh, you know..." You trail off, running your hand over the paper as you buy time. You give small peeks at the document, trying to figure out what exactly it might be saying. "Inner court...stuff?" Jinshi sighs, shaking his head.
"Are you here to help me with my work, or to eat free snacks?" At that, you could only look away, as if to say, It's not my fault the food's good. Your cheeks flushed as you groaned, slumping over.
"But this is so boring... Can't you hoist this upon Gaoshun?" Jinshi gives you a sympathetic look—if only it were that easy. "Surely you must be tired..." You glanced at him—he really did seem like he was pushing himself too hard. A break wouldn't hurt.
"If anything, he would reinforce me doing my share of work," he muses, running a hand through his hair. Suddenly, he stops, looking towards you with an appraising glance. "But I guess one small break wouldn't hurt..."
That could only make you grin. You disregard the papers, diving into the rest of the sweets as Jinshi just stares at you, suppressing his laughter. You were careful to check that Suiren wouldn't just barge in on the scene—the both of you slacking off, that is. Though suddenly an idea got to you, and a mischievous grin made it's way to your face.
"I don't like whatever is going on through your mind at the moment," Jinshi says, bracing himself for whatever you were about to say.
"Yes, you do! We're on break, and you were so kind to offer me sweets, I feel like I should pay you back," you say, smiling innocently as you play with the papers in front of you. Jinshi shakes his head, leaning back against his chair.
"That's the least I could do, so—"
"I'll call you by your name."
"Excuse you?" Jinshi paled—what were you thinking? If anyone were to find out, your head would end up on a silver plate. His heart couldn’t take that. But you didn't care, you trusted Jinshi, and you two were alone. Just once would be fine, right?
"It'll be fine! I just need you to give me permission, don't you want me to call you that at least once?" Well, how could he say no to that? The way you were looking at him left his cheeks flushing. Still, he couldn’t forgive himself if something were to happen to you, so first he made sure no one could hear.
"...Just once."
"Yay! Zuigetsu." You say abruptly, tasting his name on your tongue. Jinshi looks like a bomb just dropped right on his head. Silence fills the room as he stares at you. First, he looks like his soul left his body, then his face grows red, hands gripping his desk.
"Uhm...Jinshi? Are you—"
"One...One more time." He gasps out, leaning forward. Your eyes widen before you burst into a fit of giggles. Before you can grant his wish, though, Suiren comes in bearing more sweets.
Her eyes settle on the scene, sharp as they dart between you and the flustered young boy.
"Oh my, just what happened?"
Jinshi was K.O'd, unable to answer.
a/n: I guess reader has a death wish😭 only thing I was really able to write pulled me straight out of my writers block
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.
doesn’t use pet names but he does compliment your appearance in numerical terms a lot, and will introduce you/refer to you as ‘my partner/betrothed/spouse/etc.’ when talking to others — also gets quite a kick out of you doing the same with him
when you two are apart he’s pretty good at keeping in contact with you, sending you letters every few days (or every number of days he likes the sound of) like clockwork. and if you go out of your way to mirror his own numerical writing quirks (i.e. the five rows and eight columns thing) then he will be absolutely thrilled — almost like he’s falling in love with you all over again
has absolutely pulled strings behind the scenes to get people removed from their positions in the court if he feels like they have harmed you or have attempted to interfere in your relationship (i.e. they made him jealous for one reason or another)
will help you cut and style your hair if you ask — but bear in mind that he has to make everything look perfectly equal and that might result in you losing a lot of hair depending on how it looks now. he does a decent job, though, so if you’re willing to put up with his obsession with the perfect angle or whatever then it’s arguably worth it
sleeps the best when he’s wrapped up in your arms with his head on your chest or stomach — especially if you play with his hair while he’s laying there because that will knock him out really quick
kan lakan
spends a lot of time admiring your features and tracing them with his fingertips — partially because he does genuinely find you to be very attractive, and partially to commit them to memory just in case he wakes up one day and is no longer able to recognise you (which is a reoccurring nightmare he has)
the first and only time he got drunk around you he went quiet, stared at your face, slowly turned red, and blurted out something that kind of sounded like a compliment before collapsing on top of you and falling asleep
talks about you constantly to anyone who will listen (and just to anyone who happens to be in earshot of him at the time) — it’s both sweet how supportive he is of you, and kind of annoying because he just does not stop talking and will not stop gushing about you until someone knocks him out or changes the topic to something related to his work that he’s actually interested in
very loyal. like once he’s yours and you’re his you will not get rid of him anytime soon and he won’t even entertain the thought of looking at another person if it’s not absolutely necessary
would raise absolute hell if you got hurt, insulted, or taken — even if he ends up causing a lot of costly property damage or injuring himself in the process (poor lahan…)
luomen
luomen is incredibly selfless by nature and, as a partner especially, is the type of person to give you the clothes off of his back without hesitation or thought for himself the second he notices how cold you seem
given his age and upbringing it almost goes without saying, but he takes a very old fashioned route to courting you — once he’s come to accept his feelings for you, the reality that you return those feelings, and has decided to pursue something with you, that is
struggles with accepting help and gifts from you, but does greatly appreciate everything you do for him and does keep every gift you give to him — his home might be humble and small, but somehow he always finds room for them
tends to call you by your first name around others, but in private he’ll occasionally slip in a pet name like ‘my dear’ or something else along those lines
trusts you implicitly and immensely, and never really gets jealous over you as a result — he’s just… very secure in your relationship
maomao
she picks up on any symptoms you have before you even get the chance to realise that you’re sick — and because of her training with her father she’s usually able to create the medicine you need to ensure a swift and complete recovery from whatever is ailing you (or, at the very least, she’s able to temporarily minimise your pain and discomfort if you’re dealing with a chronic illness)
she won’t move you if you happen to fall asleep while leaning against her or laying on top of her, even if her legs start to go prickly and numb — and she won’t stop what she was doing when you conked out, like at most she’ll try and do it quietly as to not wake you up but otherwise she’ll just carry on as she was
it takes her a while to feel comfortable voicing her affection for you, so for most of your relationship she shows her love by taking care of you and helping you out wherever she can
worries over you and your safety much more than she outwardly lets on — even struggling to do her job properly as an apothecary for a while after the first time you got seriously injured as her partner
Note: I was thinking about how he would act low-key if he had a s/o that ended up pregnant cause of him... and since there ain't much out there of him... why not try and make one. Also first Headcanon so hope it's not too terrible.
So he ends up getting his s/o in 1 of 3 ways, by an arranged marriage, or his flirting with the s/o worked surprisingly well, or they both knew each other the majority of their life.
After marriage, you consummated... quite a good bit on the honeymoon. When you both came back home, a couple of days later you started to show signs, but you assumed you were just getting a stomach bug, due to eating something that didn't agree with you.
So you go and ask Maomao, since you think it's just from some food and it's getting slowly worse, and you don't want to worry your husband since he's got back-to-back meetings and extra paperwork to go over, after your honeymoon having to pause them temporarily.
You go to your dear sister-in-law Maomao to fix the nausea that haunts you in the morning with an upset stomach and dizziness from the earlier bout of it.
Maomao questions you about why coming here, you tell her you didn't want to worry Lahan so soon into the marriage, and not to tell him she was here. You tell her the symptoms and how long from now you had them, she checks you thoroughly.
And she let's you know that you're not sick... but in early pregnancy...
Shocking you just a little bit but not much, since you're very aware of the nightly activities you and Lahan do at night.
Jinshi (snuck his way in to see what Maomao was up to.) congratulates you on being an expecting mother and hopes for the health and well-being of you both. (Trying to butter up his future sister-in-law, gotta be on good terms with someone in her family she likes.)
Maomao looking at Jinshi, was annoyed for sneaking in here so abruptly. She gives you the medicine to help with nausea and anything else that is needed for you.
You give them your farewell and back home you go, to tell your husband the news of a new family member appearing in the coming months.
You shift nervously waiting for his arrival home, wondering how to tell him the important news without stuttering and avoiding the impending subject.
You hear the door slide open, a quick indication he's home. But the worry of a specific conversation that's about to come.
'Honey, I'm home.' Lahan says excitedly, not waiting a minute more to come see you. When he gets close he notices your nervousness, confused as to why his dear honey bee is worried.
(Honey or honey bee nickname is bc he likes sweets and he's sweet on his wifey, but he will destroy sting anyone who messes with you and also you will snap at someone if angry enough.)
'What's the matter honey' Lahan says, worried. 'I'm alright, I just need to tell you something important.' You say.
'What is it? If it's someone disrupting you I can have them disap-' Lahan gets interrupted.
'I'M PREGNANT!!!' You yell out, embarrassing yourself due to your outburst.
Lahan.exe has malfunctioned...
'What!? Could you repeat that my honey bee, I don't believe I heard you clearly.' Lahan said in awe, believing his ears were playing a trick on him.
'We're having a baby.' You say more calmly but also nervous.
Lahan wraps his arms around you, so excited that the person he loves is going to give him a family. 'I love you.'
After the realization of him becoming a father, he started getting any and everything a baby needed. Money ain't a question if its for his love or any future heirs. He also was bugging telling everybody he's going to be a father soon.
Lahan also made sure that anything you were craving was already brought to you before you could say the word. Wanted something salty. Got it. Something sweet. Already had it on stand by. If you were uncomfortable or in pain, he would take care of you and if he couldn't do it. Don't worry 😉 he knows somebody that owes him.
When your getting closer to the due date, they will have a midwife or luomen close by if you go into labor at any given time.
So when the day arrives he's already by your side holding your hand, saying sweet words to you. Distracting you from any pain, while going into active labor.
When you successfully give birth, Lahan will be rambling on how you did wonderful and that the baby looks like you.
When he holds the baby, he'll be so emotional when he holding them. 🥹 (he'll act exactly like Lakan, especially if it's a girl.)
If it's a boy, he already has everything prepared for his future. Since he will be the heir in the near future. He will obviously show him the ways of his number obsession, even if he's to young to understand it.
If it's a girl, she's going to be spoiled. Lahan will act like how Lakan does with Maomao. If anybody starts marriage talks with his daughter, you best believe you will hear about their family going into ruin the next morning.
When Lahan is at work, he's already telling everyone what his child did. Whether it's about the child rolling over, saying their first word, or breathing. He's telling everybody in earshot, it does not matter.
If Luomen were to see the baby, he would be kind and make sure its healthy. Now if he was the one helping you deliver it, he already took the greatest and utmost care in making sure it came out clean and healthy.
If Lakan were to see the baby, he'd probably not care much at first since he couldn't see the baby's face. But if it's a boy, he'd probably treat him like how he does Lahan. For the girl, he'd be nicer to her. (Since he's more of a girl dad.)
If Maomao were to see the baby, she would not care what gender it is. She's already going to teach them poison and medicines regardless. (You know she'll also teach her niece about things in the red light district. Without supervision of course.) But regardless she'll be grimacing at the thought of Lahan being a father. She just hopes the kid won't look like a mini him, giving her nightmares just thinking about it.
If Jinshi were to see the baby, he hopes the baby will take after you a bit more in personality at least. Knowing how rude Lakan is towards him. And Lahan being... well Lahan. But regardless he is happy seeing his future nephew/niece happy and healthy.
Hope y'all liked it, the headcanon kept popping up so why not try it. Also I had to take a lil break due to the constant headaches reoccurring, but other than that it's ok for now.🙃
Note: Reader is a stand-in for Taomei, Gaoshun’s wife and mother of his three children. Implied that reader has had previous pregnancies, resulting in Maamei, Baryou, and Basen. Implied that reader may be able to get pregnant again. Implied previous consent towards somnophilia.
Content Warnings: AFAB woman reader (referred to as 'wife); consensual non-consent; somnophilia with implied previous consent; implications that reader may be able to get pregnant again; p in v sex; unprotected p in v sex; breeding kink; cumming inside w/ intent of pregnancy; some fuckin' pervert *points at my reflection in the mirror* wrote this freaky shit and forced me to post it
Dedicated to @asahisbunny for inspiring me to write for Gaoshun <3 love your works <3
It was late. Very late. More accurately, it was very early in the morning. But he had spent the past few weeks dutifully attending to the Emperor, to Master Jinshi, even the apothecary somewhat. Surely his wife was feeling neglected. Or maybe he wanted to be tended to, for once. This was selfish, but you wouldn’t mind.
He slipped in the front door of your shared home, finding it as well-managed as ever. With great care, he made it to the bedroom he shared with you without disturbing any of the rooms with your adult children or young grandchildren.
Gaoshun found you fast asleep, clutching a spare pillow to your chest. It was typical for your youngest grandchild to crawl into bed with you at night, but he was absent this night. Fortunate. He double checked the sheets and found them empty besides you.
A rare stirring in his sex. He was not an old man by most considerations. Not even 40 yet. But with the stress that was the Imperial Family of Li and the medicine he took to ensure his role as ‘eunuch’ was never questioned, it… it had been a while. Since he played the role of husband, had the time for it, or even the physical interest in doing so.
He sat next to you on the bed, brushing your face with the back of his fingers.
“My love,” he whispered, undoing the ties of your sleep clothes and opening them to his eyes. “My love?”
No response yet. You must have fallen asleep a while ago. Like he should have. Instead, he shed his own clothing and the cool night air almost stung against the heat of his erection.
He gripped the shaft and began swiping the head amongst your folds. Huffs of breath at the rare stimulation. Soon, your legs were closed, thighs wrapped around his length and sex gently grazing his cock. His arousal provided lubricant enough, and it began to trickle down towards the bed sheets. He swiped his fingers and brought the pre up to your clitoris, gently rubbing it.
After a few minutes, you seemed to be reacting to his ministrations and your breathing grew heavier. Like a teenager in a tryst behind his parent’s back, Gaoshun pooled saliva into the palm of his hand and coated his cock in it. The head of his cock prodded your slit and opening, and began to work its way inside.
He lowered himself onto his elbows, chest hovering over yours. “My love,” he repeated, his voice much changed from earlier. “I miss you. I hope you don’t mind me doing this.” The low, rumble of his voice brought more stirs from you, or perhaps it was the head of his cock sliding fully inside your cunt.
Your eyes fluttered open when his hips connected with yours, fully sheathed. A clench of your sex around him and a gasp of surprise. You grasped his arms and whimpered his name.
“Hello, my love,” he cooed, kissing your lips.
Little puffs of breath from your nose and mouth fanned his face, little whines and gasps at the movements of hips.
“Sorry to wake you,” he purred. “But I missed you so much.” His tongue ran up the blood vessels in your neck, your pulse quickening beneath it. “And I just can’t help myself around you.”
Your hand gripped his chin and pulled his mouth to yours. Tongues laved against each other, and his mouth muffled your whimpers. After a sharp thrust teased your favorite spot, your teeth accidentally caught his lower lip. You didn’t bite deep enough to draw blood, but his pace stuttered.
“‘m sorry, Ga-”
He cut you off with a whine of his own. The veins and muscles in his arms twitched and his eyes squeezed shut. With a quick pant he pulled out and shuddered, leaning back. “Shit-”
“Are you ok-”
“Shh, I’m trying not to cum.”
You clenched around nothing and looked up at him. After a few moments of him panting and clenching the base of his cock in his fist, he grabbed the underside of your thighs and tugged you a half-foot down the bed towards him. A few pumps of his cock and he humped back into you to the hilt.
He folded your legs to push you into a mating press and settled back down on his elbows, above your shoulders, thereby pinning you in place. Your nails dug into the skin of his back and tears of pleasure trickled down the side of your face.
“My love,” he grunted into your panting mouth. “Let’s have another.”
Your voice shook with each pump of his hips, blearily asking him what he wanted another of.
“Another baby. Another girl like you and Maamei. Or another boy like Baryou and Basen. I love them so much. Let’s try for another.”
The logic of this statement was shaky at best, which meant your husband was truly pussy-drunk on you. Your children were full grown. You had grandchildren who were walking and talking. He was taking medicine that was chemically… neutering him to a degree. And not to mention your age.
You brushed a strand of loose hair behind his ear and kissed him deeply. With a sultry whisper, you looked up at him with your best fluttering eyelashes.
“Then put one in me, husband.”
With a groan, his pace practically doubled and one of his hands slid to where you connected and rubbed frantic, harsh circles over your clit, which left you fighting for breath and shaking. Your orgasm fell upon you harshly and you dug your teeth into where his neck met his shoulders, drool trickling down as you tried your best not to wake everyone else in the house.
“I love you so much,” he panted directly in your ear. “I love you so, so, so much.”
One, two, three more thrusts and he shuddered. His hips stilled all the way inside you and you felt a rush of warm cum in your cunt.
Lips and tongues met again, and murmured praise, sweet nothings, and professions of adoration passed between you. He settled next to you, not leaving your cunt yet, and pulled the bedsheets back up to cover you.
“Let’s sleep in tomorrow, my love.”
“Good,” you chirped, wrapping your arms around him. “I wasn’t going to let you leave anyway.” A chuckle. There was his wife.
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kan lahan x reader, modern au, college au, not proofread
a/n: I love this man, I love this man, I love this man, when the anime catches up with light novel like 5 I will be in business
also it's not mentioned, but lahan is definitely a physics major
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✓ Study
✓ Homework
✓ Email literature professor
Text about project
Lahan looked down at his checklist. Text..... them.
Great.
He knew, logically, he had to do this, it was essential to the project, which was essential to grade, which was essential to his future.
But he really really really didn't want to. What would he say? Well, he'd ask about the project, and what they wanted to do for it, but....
30. He reminded himself. It was 30% of his grade.
Good afternoon! I wanted to reach out to find out when and where would be a good time to meet up for our project. I am available at any time after 17:00, or before 08:00. Please respond as soon as convenient!
It was more formal to send it all in one text, but did it look like he was trying to hard?
Maybe more casual?
Hey! I was wondering when you're free so we can meet up to talk about that project for class, and I'd also like to know where you would like to meet up, because I'm fine with going anywhere.
Idiot, that sentence was wayyy too long. Too many conjunctions.
He backspaced.
.... Several texts was casual
Hey! I was wondering when you'd like to meet up for the project
I'd also like to know where
I'm available anytime, so just let me know!
Now he was annoying, because he would be spamming their phone!
Lahan dropped his phone onto his bed, and flopped backwards in defeat. He just couldn't do it, could he?
30.... thirty.... 3/10...
The phone buzzed. He reached for his phone, and pulled up their contact again.
They had texted him.
You want to come over to my dorm tonight to talk about the project? I'll get a pizza or something and we can get started
This depends on whether you’re one of her customers or her actual spouse. For the former she’s going to be very minimal about the aftercare she gives, but very performative about it as her goal is to keep you coming back and showering her (and the brothel) with more money. But for the latter she’s much more thorough and genuine in her approach — focusing much more on the affectionate, pillow-talking side of things with the bare minimum focus given to making sure you are both physically alright (she’s not too fussed about cleaning up, honestly, but will help out if that’s something you want). Either way she’s not perfect, but at the very least as a girlfriend/fiancée/wife she will be making an actual effort for you.
B — Body Part
their favourite part of themselves and their partner.
As a courtesan Pairin is very accustomed to using her body for her own benefit, and for that of the house she’s working in, and as a result she’s pretty confident in her appearance as a whole. That being said, after receiving so many compliments on them over her career she has come to be exceptionally fond and proud of her breasts — specifically styling her clothes in a way that emphasises and flatters them even long after she’s been bought out and has settled into her new life by your side.
On the other hand, Pairin makes her partialism for your arms no secret to you or to anyone else that cares to listen to her. If she’s not grabbing and fondling them, then staring at them with a hungry, lustful glint in her eyes. If she’s not staring at them then she’s clenching her thighs together and fantasising about them. If she’s not fantasising about them then she’s gushing about them. And so on and so forth. Doesn’t matter if they’re slender or strong, hairy or plucked perfectly smooth, plush or boney, just wrap them around her throat or hips or thighs while you’re fucking and she’ll love them all the same. Bonus points if you put her in a chokehold but she’s aware that that’s not everyone’s thing and she’ll settle for whatever she can get from you.
C — Cum
anything about cum.
She can’t finish just from vaginal penetration alone and is only able to cum if her clit is stimulated at the same time. She can, however, finish just from you playing with her clit if you last long enough and use enough pressure.
D — Dirty Secret
what’s their dirty secret?
She doesn’t really have any dirty secrets as she’s more than happy to share anything with you about her experiences and fantasies if you ask her to. Sometimes even if you don’t. The closest thing she even has to a secret is her body count — and that’s only because she can’t even remember the actual number as opposed to it being something she goes out of her way to keep hidden.
E — Experience
how experienced are they?
As a former courtesan, and one of the three princesses of the Verdigris house, it almost feels like an understatement to call Pairin experienced. She made sex and sensuality her career for most of her life, has bedded countless people and drained the life and wallets of the vast majority of them, so it almost goes without saying that she knows exactly what she’s doing when you two go to bed together.
F — Favourite Position
what’s their favourite position?
In all honesty she doesn’t really have a favourite position. She has a few that she enjoys and she believes all of them have their place and can be just as pleasurable depending on the mood of the evening. For example, missionary and lotus are great for a more intimate mood while concubine and full nelson are better suited to a rougher scene. Or, at least, that’s how things tend to go in her experience.
G — Goofy
are they more serious or playful during sex?
This does depend on her mood, but more often than not Pairin enjoys being playful during sex. Not to the point of being goofy, per se, but enough to keep the mood light and to keep things exciting for you both. Usually through flirting and teasing… and maybe a bit of bratty behaviour here and there just to keep you on your toes.
H — Hair
how well groomed are they?
She’s very meticulous about her self care, religiously plucking and waxing most of her body smooth and keeping her public hair trimmed and neat. Speaking of that, it’s all very thick and dark and curly if left to grow out, and when left completely untrimmed she ends up with a bit of a wispy happy trail going from her bush up a few inches over her stomach. But, again, she’s very on top of her grooming.
I — Intimacy
how romantic are they?
She isn’t particularly romantic as she’s long since learned to separate sex and emotional intimacy. But once you two are properly together she does become more genuinely affectionate with you before, after, and during sex, and that’s the closest to ‘romantic’ as you’re going to get out of Pairin.
J — Jack Off
anything about masturbation.
If she’s feeling particularly needy she much prefers to seek out someone to have sex with over masturbating. But if you’re committed to each other and in a monogamous relationship she’ll make do with what she can get.
That being said, she makes touching herself a whole thing. No rushing towards the end for her; Pairin is all bout the build up, the tension, the journey. One hand massaging her breasts and teasing her sensitive nipples, the other rubbing slow circles against her clit — occasionally dipping down to fuck herself with a finger or two but keeping her focus mostly on her nub. Making no effort to restrain herself, to quieten herself down, as she bucks and grinds and and arches into her own hands and lets out those same breathless moans and pitchy sighs that customers used to pay a year’s earnings to hear once upon a time. Revelling in the slow spread of heat out from her soaking wet cunt as she pushes herself closer and closer to climax, her mind running wild with a mixture of memory and imagination as she pictures you with her in that moment: your voice, your hands, your mouth. She might even edge herself a bit if she’s in the mood for it — but no matter what she always finishes with a low groan and with a whisper of your name on her lips, wishing that you were there to lick her clean… or to bring her to orgasm once again immediately after she’s finished.
K — Kinks
some of their kinks.
Pairin is a very kinky woman and very much so willing and eager to share that side of herself with you once she’s yours. A small selection of these kinks include:
Impact Play
Body Worship
Praise Kink
Overstimulation / Dumbification
Marathon Sex
Marking Kink
Edging / Orgasm Denial
Bondage (specifically Shibari)
Lingerie
Mommy Kink (in name only, the title just does something for her)
L — Location
what’s their favourite place to have sex?
Anywhere in your home is fair game to Pairin, but she does have a soft spot for the garden (if the walls are high enough to provide privacy, and if the weather is agreeable) and for your shared bedroom in particular. Bath sex is also pretty up there for her, but the other two options are just that bit more appealing to her for one reason or another.
M — Motivation
what turns them on?
Pairin loves to be doted on and spoiled — showered with gifts, and earnest compliments, and affection — so doing anything like that is sure to leave her feeling all needy for you. Likewise she does have a bit of a corruption kink, so acting in a way that even somewhat implies innocence or inexperience or shyness is going to have her staring at you like a lioness stares down her next meal (which is about as intimidating as it is attractive).
N — No
what are some of their hard limits?
There are very few things that Pairin would outright refuse to do with or for you in the bedroom if you asked her nicely enough, honestly. I suppose anything super unsanitary or that involves her baby sister would be completely off limits to her, but that’s probably about it.
O — Oral
anything about oral.
Pairin is pretty neutral about oral sex as a whole and it’s actually the sex act that she has the least experience with. So she’ll only really go down on you or let you go down on her if you’re her long term partner, and at that point she has a slight preference for receiving.
When you go down on her she prefers to either be laying on her back with you on your stomach between her legs, or she quite likes to be straddling your head while you lay back on the bed — and she’s very vocal about the fact that she enjoys when you’re messy about eating her out. Spit on her and lick it up. Shake your head from side to side and get her slick all over your cheeks and chin. Moan and groan and grunt into her pussy as you devour her like you’re starving. Suck on her clit and finger her like you want her to cum more than she does. Make her squirt. She wants you to come out of it looking dazed and drunk, because that’s when you look the hottest to her. Plus it levels the playing field as she always comes out the other side a complete mess herself: knotted hair, flushed skin, teary eyes, trembling legs, and slick covering her cunt and thighs and the bed beneath her. She’s also not shy about letting you know when you’re doing well (vocally by praising you or getting louder, or physically by tugging on your hair and clenching her legs around your head) nor is she shy about taking what she wants if you’re being too slow (i.e. straight up riding your face and using your nose/tongue/mouth to get herself off).
When she gives you oral, meanwhile, she is very vocal and all about teasing you and driving you mad. Maintaining eye contact for as long as possible and smiling flirtatiously at you every time she pulls away from your sex to bite and suck and kiss at your stomach and thighs. Making a show of lewdly moaning and humming and whining against/around you and even utelising the rest of her body to really make your head spin (e.g. fingering your ass or fondling your balls if you have a penis // rubbing your clit with her fingers while she tongue-fucks your pussy). And despite her lack of experience she is a startlingly quick learner and excels at leaving you dumb, drooling, and desperate after only a few moments between your legs. No wonder she was such a popular courtesan…
P — Pace
fast or slow? gentle or rough?
This is very much so dependent on how desperate she is for release (or, in other words, how long it’s been since the two of you have had the chance to actually have sex). When she’s really in need of a good fuck she prefers a fast and rough pace, something that gives her the excuse to scratch you up and watch you get all pussy drunk for her. Otherwise she appreciates a slower pace that’s just rough enough to allow you both to hit all of the right spots while not actively rushing towards orgasm. And there’s a good chance you won’t know which you’re in for until you’re already underneath her.
Q — Quickies
what is their opinion about quickies?
Pairin definitely understands the appeal of quickies and will happily indulge in them every now and again, but she also very much so prefers being able to take her time with you. Her stamina isn’t just for show, and if you two only ever had quickies she’d be left incredibly unsatisfied.
R — Risk
are they willing to experiment?
She’s always up to try new things with you, but chances are that anything you experiment with is something she’s already done with a client or another courtesan. But all that means is that she’s better able to go through the motions of whatever kink/scene/position you proposed in order to make it a safer and more enjoyable experience for the both of you.
S — Stamina
how long can they last?
Pairin is already notorious amongst the denizens, workers, and customers of the pleasure district for her stamina in the bedroom so it should come as no surprise that she can last quite a while during sex. If your own stamina and energy were equal or greater than her own she could even easily last upwards of a whole day if she wanted to, but typically if you’re her long term partner she will limit herself to a maximum of four consecutive rounds at a time. Or however many rounds until you tap out or look too spent to go on. Whichever comes first.
T — Toys
do they own any toys? would they use them?
Surprisingly, she doesn’t actually own very many toys of her own as she much prefers to keep sex as natural as possible between herself and whoever she’s with. That being said, once you’re committed she can be convinced to start branching out and collecting more elaborate, novel, or extreme sex toys… just as long as you’re the one who will be using them on her first. She’ll reciprocate eventually but the first time is always dedicated to her own personal brand of quality control.
U — Unfair
do they like to tease/be teased?
Teasing, goading, and flirting are Pairin’s bread and butter, and rest assured that she gives as good as she gets. Of course there are times where she’s much too needy and impatient to bother with teasing or denial or the chase, but usually she’s up for about as much as you can take.
V — Vocal
how loud are they?
Pairin isn’t exactly loud, but she is definitely vocal when you’re having sex. Talkative, chatty, flirty, teasing, playful — the only time she’s quiet in bed is when she’s been gagged or when she’s so overstimulated and pleasure drunk that she can’t even bring herself to moan. She does moan and whine and groan and sigh a lot too, but she’s only ever loud about it if she’s trying to be performative for whatever reason (e.g. you’re her client or you’ve brought another person into the bedroom to spice things up and she wants to make a good impression).
W — Wild Card
a random nsfw headcanon for the character.
She’s generally a dominant leaning switch, but on the occasion when she does sub for you she can be a bit of a brat. There’s just something about pushing your buttons and riling you up, and about the punishments that follow, that really gets her going…
X — X-Ray
what do they look like under their clothes?
She has quite large labia with a small sensitive clit that, even when swollen with arousal, is still completely covered by the hood. She also has some noticeable stretch marks on her inner thighs and lower stomach, and two almost completely circular moles right in the crease of her right leg.
Y — Yearning
how high is their libido?
Pairin has an extremely high libido. Quite possibly the highest of anyone you have ever or will ever have met. She craves sex at least once a day, even more than that if she’s in a good mood, and if she can’t get what she wants from you she’s more than happy to take care of herself (or to seek out someone else who can attend to her needs if you two aren’t in a strictly monogamous arrangement).
Z — Zzzz
how quickly do they fall asleep after sex?
It doesn’t matter how long the two of you have been at it, it will always take Pairin a while to fall asleep after you two have had sex. Anywhere from an hour to several depending on how much energy she has left to burn — and while she does sometimes use that time productively, more often than not she spends it curled up in bed with you like a lazy cat.
