The Enemy I love 🔞 (One Shot)
What if you and your enemy were forced to married each other but there's some plot twist...?
Requested, Top!male prince reader, tsudere prince character, childhood friends to enemies, enemies to lovers?, SMUT, nsfw.
The sun hung low over the jagged peaks separating the kingdoms of Eldoria and Vespera, casting long shadows that mirrored the tension brewing between the two realms. For generations, Eldoria's rolling hills and Vespera's misty forests had been at odds—border skirmishes, trade embargoes, whispers of outright war. But now, with both kings aging and heirless save for their only sons, desperation clawed at the thrones. Peace through alliance was the only path, and that meant marriage.
Prince Edin of Vespera was a storm in human form: sharp-tongued, with raven hair that fell in defiant waves and emerald eyes that sparked like flint. He was the kingdom's bratty heir, hiding a vulnerability beneath layers of tsundere bluster. Across the divide, in Eldoria, was you—Prince [Your Name], patient and steady as the ancient oaks of your homeland, with a calm demeanor that masked the fire you'd inherited from your warrior father.
The declaration came like thunder. Kings and councils gathered in the neutral hall of the border citadel. "With no daughters and heirs dwindling," your father announced, voice grave, "the only sons of Eldoria and Vespera shall wed. This union will bind our blood and end the threat of war."
Edin's heart slammed against his ribs. Married? To you? He schooled his face into a scowl, slamming his fist on the table. "This is absurd! I refuse to chain myself to an Eldorian dog!"
You echoed his refusal, though yours was measured. "Father, this alliance is wise, but forcing hearts… it breeds resentment." But the kings were immovable. War loomed otherwise, and neither realm could afford it.
Well... that wasn't the first time you met him. when you both was just kiddo, you guys used to be close friends. But for some reason, You guys' friendship was broken. And now, you guys met again and it would be strange if one of you accepted this marriage.
In the days before the wedding, you and Edin met in secret—not out of alliance, but mutual desperation. Hidden in the citadel's forgotten cellars, torches flickering on stone walls, you plotted sabotage. "We spike the wine with a sleeping draught," Edin hissed, his green eyes flashing. "The priests collapse mid-vows, and the marriage crumbles."
You nodded, though hatred simmered beneath your calm. "Or we stage a border raid—blame it on rebels, force a postponement." Despite the loathing from years past, there was an electric undercurrent, old memories flickering like ghosts.
But fate—or perhaps watchful guards—thwarted you. The wine was tasted by a suspicious steward; the 'raid' uncovered as a decoy. Dragged to the altar in ceremonial robes, you stood side by side before the assembled nobles. Edin's hand trembled in yours as the priest bound your wrists with silken cords. "I… I do," he muttered through gritted teeth, cheeks burning. You echoed the words, resigned. The kiss was perfunctory—a brush of lips that sent unwelcome sparks through you both. And just like that, you were wed.
Life in the shared palace—a grand structure straddling the border—became a battlefield of petty wars. Breakfasts dissolved into arguments over the blandness of Eldorian porridge versus Vesperan spiced oats. "You're impossible," you'd sigh as Edin flung a spoon across the table, sauce splattering your sleeve.
"Tch, as if your kingdom's slop is any better!" he'd retort, but his eyes lingered on the way your shirt clung to your chest, jealousy twisting when a maid giggled at your polite thanks for mending it.
Fights escalated. One evening, over the placement of a tapestry—Eldorian eagles clashing with Vesperan wolves—you shoved back from the council table. "It's a symbol of unity, Edin! Stop being a child."
"Unity? With you? I'd rather burn it!" His voice cracked, born of that old confusion resurfacing. He hated how your presence stirred him, how he'd watch you spar with knights, muscles flexing, and burn with envy at their camaraderie.
No one intervened. Servants scattered like leaves in a gale; even the kings, visiting for inspections, averted their eyes. "Let the princes settle it," they'd mutter. "The marriage holds; that's what matters."
The worst came after a feast honoring the union. A Vesperan knight, bold with wine, clapped your shoulder and boasted of old battles. Edin, across the hall, seethed silently—Why do you smile at them like that? Later, in your chambers, it erupted.
"You fawn over those fools!" he yelled, pacing like a caged wolf. "As if I'm not enough—wait, not that I care! I hate you!"
You rubbed your temples, patience fraying. "Edin, it's nothing. You're overreacting." But he pressed, words tumbling out in a torrent of confusion: accusations of disloyalty, hints of deeper hurt masked as rage.
"What's the point?" you finally snapped, standing to leave. "Talking to a brat like you is pointless." You stormed out, slamming the door, heart heavy with exhaustion.
He stood there, fists clenched, the silence deafening. Hours later, as you sat by the window overlooking the united lands, a soft knock came. "Hey," Edin's voice filtered through, muffled. You ignored it, staring at the stars.
The next morning, he was there at breakfast, sliding a plate of your favorite Eldorian fruits toward you. "Eat. Don't starve yourself over… whatever." You glanced away, but he persisted, day after day—gruff apologies disguised as commands, lingering touches when passing goblets.
One night, after another squabble over patrol routes, the dam broke. You yielded first again, retreating to the balcony for air. Edin followed, his usual bravado cracked. "Wait. I… I didn't mean it."
You turned, arms crossed. "Then what do you mean, Edin? We've been at this for months."
He swallowed, stepping closer, the moonlight silvering his features. "Since we were kids… you helped me. No one else would. And I pushed you away because… because it scared me. Feeling this way about an enemy." His voice dropped. "But it's not hate. It's… you. I've loved you since that day in the woods. The marriage? I was thrilled. Terrified, but thrilled. You're going to be my husband—mine—and I can't stand seeing you with anyone else!"
Jealousy colored his confession, raw and vulnerable. Your breath caught, pieces falling into place: the hidden glances, the initiations after fights, the grumpy barbs hiding affection.
Tentatively, you reached out, cupping his face. "Edin… I never hated you. Not really. And I've felt something too, buried under all this."
His eyes widened, then softened. He leaned in, lips meeting yours—not the forced wedding peck, but a real kiss, hungry and tender. Hands roamed, pulling you closer, the enmity melting into passion. In the quiet of your chambers, enemies became lovers, the kingdoms' fragile peace mirrored in the steady rhythm of your hearts.
From then on, fights lingered—old habits die hard—but you guys ended in laughter, in touches that spoke louder than words. Edin's fire tempered by your patience, forging a love as unbreakable as the alliance it sealed.
(First time meeting and Extra, and 🔞)
Your first encounter with Edin came years earlier, during a rare truce summit when you were both boys, barely ten summers old. He had wandered too far from the guarded pavilion, chasing a stray hawk into the underbrush. Thorns snagged his fine cloak, and a hidden root sent him tumbling into a ravine. You heard his curses—sharp even then—and found him dangling from a ledge, his small hands slipping on the mossy rock. Without hesitation, you extended a rope from your own scouting gear, pulling him up inch by inch. "Why help me?" he spat, cheeks flushed with embarrassment, as you dusted dirt from his shoulders. "We're enemies." You shrugged, offering a steady gaze. "Enemies don't let kids fall to their deaths." From that day, he sought you out in secret during those fragile truces—asking for stories of Vespera's stars, sharing stolen sweets from Eldoria's kitchens. You obliged, patient as ever, unaware of the quiet affection blooming in his chest. For weeks after, in secret letters smuggled by birds, you'd check on him, offering advice on everything from swordplay to stargazing. He grumbled in replies but always wrote back, a secret friendship blooming in the shadows.
But adolescence twisted those threads. At sixteen, Edin confronted you during a hunt, his voice cracking with unspoken turmoil. "You think you're so noble, always watching me like that?" he snarled, shoving you against a tree after you'd corrected his sloppy archery form. Confusion swirled in his eyes—feelings he couldn't name, a pull toward you that terrified him amid the kingdoms' hatred. You pushed back gently, confused by his outburst. "What's this about, Edin? I was just helping." His punch landed soft on your arm, but the words cut deep: "Stay away from me, Eldorian scum." Hurt and bewildered, you stood, dusting off your clothes. "If that's how you feel, fine!" From then on, the letters stopped. You became strangers again The enmity solidified then, a wall he built to hide the ache of wanting what he feared.
Years passed, and the boys became men. Edin grew into a bratty force, his tsundere barbs hiding a heart that raced at your name. When the marriage edict arrived—proclaimed in grand halls to cheering crowds—he froze in the throne room, pulse thundering. Married? To him? The realization hit like a revelation—the boyish confusion had been love, all along. He's going to be my husband. Mine. Joy surged through him, hot and fierce as he realized those childhood pangs were love, deep and unyielding. But your steady eyes met his across the divide during the announcement feast, and panic surged. He couldn't bear that gaze stripping him bare. So he chooled his face into a scowl and sneered, slamming his goblet down. "Marry him? I'd sooner wed a dragon."
You echoed the refusal, voice calm but firm. "This union mocks our kingdoms' pride." In private, amid the opulent guest chambers, you two plotted sabotage. "We feign illness during the ceremony," he suggested, pacing like a caged wolf, his proximity stirring an unwelcome heat in you both. "Or swap vows with insults." You nodded, outlining escape routes through the palace sewers. He watched you speak, heart twisting—why refuse me?—and nearly cracked, eyes glistening as he turned away to hide the sting. "Fine, let's ruin it," he muttered, voice thick.
Fate, or perhaps the kings' unyielding guards, foiled the plans. The ceremony proceeded under heavy watch, rings exchanged amid forced smiles and seething glares. Vows bound you as husbands, the alliance sealed with a kiss that was all teeth and tension. Crowds cheered the peace, oblivious to the storm brewing in your shared chambers.
Married life ignited like dry tinder. Petty squabbles erupted daily—Edin mocking your Vesperan tea as 'swill' while you sighed at his endless complaints about the bed's firmness. "It's not that lumpy, Your Highness," you'd retort mildly, only for him to huff and fling a pillow. Fights escalated: a shattered vase over whose banner hung higher, a shouting match in the courtyard when he accused you of flirting with a knight (you'd only asked for directions). Servants scattered, kings turning blind eyes—no one dared intervene between the fragile peace's anchors.
One evening, the argument peaked. Edin stormed into your solar, face twisted. "You spoke to that maid again—laughing like she matters!" Jealousy, raw and unspoken, fueled his rage; he'd watched you from afar, gut churning at every casual word. You stood patient as stone. "It was nothing, Edin. You're being ridiculous." He lunged, words flying like arrows: "Ridiculous? You're mine now—act like it!" You parried verbally, but as his voice rose to a fever, exhaustion won. What's the point with this brat? You turned away, shoulders slumping. "Enough. I'm done tonight." He faltered, always the one to circle back first, muttering apologies disguised as barbs the next morning, though you ignored them, the rift widening.
Nights blurred into a tense routine, his hidden love festering into sharper jabs, your patience a shield against the chaos. He envied every knight you trained with, every servant who earned your nod—they don't deserve your eyes on them.
Then came the night that shattered the facade. It was after you guys confessed ech other. Moonlight filtered through the chamber's arched windows as Edin slipped in, a decanter in hand, cheeks flushed from 'wine' he'd barely sipped. He swayed dramatically toward your bed, where you read by candlelight. "Husband~," he slurred, the word dripping mockery, "can't sleep without... company." You set the book aside, wary. "Edin, you're drunk. Go rest."
He laughed, sharp and false, stumbling closer until his knee brushed yours. "Drunk enough to want you." His hands fumbled at your shirt, bold in pretense. You caught his wrists, firm but gentle. "Stop. This isn't you." Frustration flashed in his eyes—why resist when I need you?—and in a blur, he twisted free, producing silken cords from his pocket (meant for the bed's canopy). "If you won't," he growled, shoving you back and binding your wrists to the headboard with surprising speed, "I will."
You tugged against the restraints, heart pounding. "Edin, untie me. We can't—" But he straddled your hips, grinding down with a needy whimper, his robe falling open to reveal smooth, heated skin. "Shut up and let me." His fingers worked your trousers open, freeing your cock—already half-hard from the friction despite your protests. He stroked it roughly, eyes dark with hunger. "See? You want this too." Before you could argue, he lifted himself, positioning your tip at his entrance. Slick from his own hurried preparation, he sank down inch by inch, a gasp tearing from his throat as your length stretched him.
"T-Too... Hah! Too big... ngh!," he hissed, bottoming out with a shudder, his walls clenching around you. He rode you then, hips snapping in erratic rhythm, chasing friction. "Fuck... Y-yes! deeper, Husband!" You groaned, hips bucking involuntarily as pleasure coiled tight. His bratty facade cracked, moans spilling free—raw, desperate. He came first, spilling over your chest with a cry, body convulsing, but he didn't stop. "More," he demanded, grinding through the aftershocks, his release slicking the way. You groaned, "Untie me..." He shook his head, "NO! You'll run away and—"
"Just UNTIE me. I'm... still not done."
Panting, he leaned forward, untying your wrists with trembling hands. "Don't... don't stop now." Freed, you flipped him onto his back, patience giving way to instinct. You thrust in deep, setting a punishing pace, his legs wrapping around your waist. "Like that?" you murmured, voice rough. He nodded frantically, nails digging into your shoulders. "Harder and... please call me Wife!! Ah! Hngh!!" You obliged, pounding into him, the bed creaking under the force. "Go on, my wife... cum for me. Let me see how much you enjoy it." With that, he came again, untouched, cum streaking his abdomen as his cock twitched against his belly.
You pulled out, flipping him to his knees. "On all fours, wife." He complied eagerly, arching his back, ass presented. You entered him from behind, one hand gripping his hip, the other fisting his hair to pull his head back. "So needy," you growled, slamming in, balls slapping against him. He pushed back, meeting every thrust, babbling incoherently. "Yours—I'm yours, A-AHH!!!" His third orgasm hit like a wave, body seizing as he clenched around you, milking your cock until you followed, spilling deep inside with a guttural moan.
Not sated, you maneuvered him again—onto his side, leg hooked over your arm for deeper access. Slow at first, building to frantic snaps, his hand jerking his spent cock back to hardness. "Again—please." You fucked him through another peak, his cum splattering the sheets, then yours mixing with it as you filled him once more.
Exhausted, you collapsed together, his body limp and marked—reddened skin, bite marks on his neck. He curled into you, pretense gone, whispering, "I love you... always have." In the quiet, enmity dissolved, leaving only the lovers you'd been destined to become.
Bonus
There's one thing he's been thinking of. it's been months since... he hadn't have a memorable with you! You were too busy with your work so you didn't had much time for him. He couldn't let it happen. But he knew himself that he would rather die than being the first one to speak of having a lovely night with his beloved you. I have to seduce him. And he tried.
The seductions started innocently enough—a lingering touch during a dance at a midwinter ball, his fingers trailing down your back. "Don't get ideas," he'd snap if you raised an eyebrow, but his blush gave him away. Come on, come on. Notice this, idiot. And you noticed. Someone's is needy, huh? Why not have some fun? You thought then your shrugged, "Not planning to anyway." you said while trying not to laugh at his grumpy reaction as you turned away.
By spring's thaw, Edin's advances grew bolder. In the blooming gardens, he'd 'accidentally' pin you against a trellis while reaching for a flower, his body pressing close. "You're in my way," he'd mutter, but his hips ground subtly against yours, his breath hitching. You felt the heat of his arousal through his breeches, but you held back, "I don't think so. Well, sorry then. I'm going to the library, see ya." You move away, just letting him chase. "This is getting fun," you grinned at yourself as you thought.
"Why do you resist?" he demanded one afternoon in the stables, after a ride left you both muddied and breathless. He grabbed your wrist, pulling you into an empty stall. His lips hovered near yours, eyes dark with need. "I know you want this." You searched his face, seeing the desperation beneath the grumpy mask. "Do I?" you teased lightly, but your voice was steady, not yet yielding.
He kissed you then, fierce and demanding, his tongue invading your mouth as he shoved you against the wooden wall. Hands roamed—his fingers digging into your hips, yours instinctively gripping his waist. He broke away, panting. "Idiot. You're mine." But you pulled back, heart pounding. "Nah-uh. Not yet, Edin. Still have work to do." Then, you walked away as usual after giving a pat on his head. He stomped, "This work, that work. Stupid idiot!"
Summer brought festivals and feasts, and Edin's seductions intensified. He'd slip into your chambers at night, clad only in a loose shirt, claiming insomnia. "Just to talk," he'd say, but soon he'd be straddling your lap, grinding down with a whine. "Touch me. Please." His cock strained against the fabric, hard and leaking as he rutted against your thigh. "Mmh...? seem like someone is achieving his goal directly." You'd indulge partially—stroking him through his clothes, feeling him shudder and gasp—but always stopping short, drawing out his frustration.
"You're cruel," he'd hiss, cum staining his breeches after a frantic handjob you'd given him, his body arching as he spilled over your fingers. But his eyes shone with adoration, the grumpy prince utterly smitten. "M-More..." And you shook your head as you just kissed his forehead. "Sleep now. I still have paperwork." He groaned but listened to his husband anyway. And you know that didn't mean that he gave up.
It was during the harvest moon festival. As you watched him laugh with courtiers, a surge of jealousy hit you. You knew that it was noting but you couldn't help but feel possessive of your little husband. Fine... Tonight is the night. That night, you dragged him to your rooms, slamming the door.
"What—?" he started, but you silenced him with a bruising kiss, backing him onto the bed. Your hands tore at his clothes, exposing his lithe body—pale skin marked by faint scars from old duels, his cock already twitching to life. Well, it wasn't your fault! You'd been holding back yourself just to tease him. But everything have limit, right? :)
"You're mine," you growled, the patient prince no more. You flipped him onto his stomach, spreading his legs. He gasped as your tongue delved between his cheeks, licking at his tight hole, wet and insistent. "Ahh! Y-yes," he moaned, pushing back, his bratty demeanor shattered.
You worked him open with fingers slicked by spit, curling them to hit that spot that made him cry out. "More... please, Ngh! H-Husband!." When you finally thrust your cock inside him, it was raw and deep, no barriers. He clenched around you, walls hot and velvety, as you fucked him steadily, possessively.
"No one else touches you," you panted, gripping his hips hard enough to bruise, pounding into his ass with relentless strokes. He sobbed in pleasure, cock leaking onto the sheets as you reached around to jerk him off in time with your thrusts.
"Only you! Fuck, only you! Hnghh!!" Edin wailed, coming undone as you filled him with your cum, hot spurts painting his insides. You collapsed together, "Prepare for this cuz I'm going to fuck you every single night..." your arms wrapping around him like a vice—possessive, devoted. Edin could only nodded as he fell asleep with a smile in your arms, he finally got what he wanted.
From enemies bound by duty to lovers forged in fire, your union strengthened the kingdoms. Edin had seduced you first, but your fall was total, binding him to you forever in passion's unyielding grip.
The End~