⎠đ˛Öźđ˘ âyour a dutiful princess sent to marry the barbarian dragon king of the scarlet region for the sake of an alliance, only to find yourself caught between your terrifying new husband and the fiercely loyal dragon hybrid who slowly becomes just as possessive of you as the king himself.
⧟ đľď¸ ⧽ âż pairings ă â¸â¸ katsuki bakugo x fem!reader x eijiro kirishima đ˛ genre ⨞ tropes ă alternative universe (au: fantasy), romance, arrange marriage, polyamorous romance, mature themes, explicit sexual scenes đ˛ contains ă áľáľ nsfw, 18+ only mdni, language, some world building, barbarian/dragon king!katsuki, dragon hybrid!eijiro, princess!reader, political marriage, slight misogyny, slight jealousy, smut, threesome, dirty talks, virgin!reader, dom!katsuki, softdom!eijiro, oral (m & f receiving), unprotected piv sex, multiple orgasm, size kink, praise kink, breeding kink, slight degradation, missionary, cowgirl, cuckholding, spit roasting, pet names (princess, sweetheart, queen, good girl) ęŠ â.Ë word count ă 18.8k ę
ę° star speaks ęą âŽ this idea was originally supposed to be just katsuki x reader but considering kiri is katsukiâs dragon companion in the fantasy au made me want to add him. . . and a lot of you thought the same because kiribaku x reader won the poll ( thank you to everyone who voted btw ) đ also, this is my version of the fantasy au considering there is not that much lore behind it. this took forever so here it is, ya nasties, hope you enjoy! âšđš
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you were a princess, born with noble and royal blood that carried the weight of generations before you. it was a quiet certainty that had never once been questioned as it settled into every part of your life from the moment you first opened your eyes.
as the youngest princess of the emerald empire, your place in the world had been decided long before you were old enough to understand what it meant, long before you could even speak your own name.
your older brother was raised to be the heir, the future king who would rule with authority and knowledge, taught to lead and command and carry the legacy of your family forward, while you were something else entirely. you were softer in appearance but just as important. a princess who would one day be placed where she was most useful, a piece in the quiet and constant game that was the monarchy.
you were loved, there was never a doubt about that.
it showed in the way your parents looked at you, in way your brother indulged you, in the way the entire palace seemed to soften around your presence. you were the only princess, the youngest child, and you were treated as something precious, something to be protected and cherished, and they spoiled you in ways that made your life comfortable and warm, but even in that warmth there were rules that never changed.
your family was traditional, deeply so, and their love never wavered from the expectations they held for you.
from a young age, you were taught what it meant to be a woman in your position, and those lessons were repeated so often that they became second nature, something you accepted without hesitation.
a womanâs first duty was to be a wife, to stand beside her husband and give him children, however many he desired, without complaint, without question, because that was her purpose. the second duty followed naturally, to be a mother, to raise those children, to nurture them while the husband worked and ruled and carried on the responsibilities outside the home.
it was a cycle that had existed long before you and would continue long after, and you saw it in the women who came before you, in your mother who carried herself with quiet grace as she fulfilled her role, in your grandmother, in your great grandmother, and every woman in your lineage who had done the same without hesitation.
you never questioned it, not once, because it was all you had ever known, and there was a kind of comfort in that certainty.
this is what you are meant to be.
the thought came easily and without resistance, and you accepted it as truth.
while your father spent his time guiding your older brother through the complexities of ruling, teaching him about politics, the history of their land, the alliances and conflicts with foreign nations, you were guided down a different path entirely.
your mother oversaw your upbringing with careful attention, shaping you into what she believed a proper royal woman should be. she taught you discipline, how to hold yourself, how to move, how to speak with intention and restraint, and she taught you grace, the kind that made every action appear effortless even when it was practiced a thousand times before.
you spent countless hours learning what was expected of you, your days filled with lessons in etiquette where every gesture mattered, where the way you held a teacup or greeted a noble could reflect not just on you but on your entire family. you learned to dance, not simply for enjoyment but as a skill, something that would be required of you in court and gatherings, your steps precise and controlled under the watchful eyes of your instructors. you studied cultures beyond your own, memorizing traditions, customs, and expectations of other lands so that one day you would not embarrass your future husbandâs court.
and above all else, you were taught obedience. it was a necessity. it would allow you to become the perfect wife you were meant to be.
you listened, you learned, and you never resisted, because there was nothing in you that wanted to. you were good, you were proper, you were everything they needed you to be.
so when the time finally came, when you reached the age where marriage was no longer a distant idea but an immediate reality, you did not protest when the arrangements were made, you did not question the decision when your future was decided for you.
you were told where you would go, who you would marry, and what it would mean for your kingdom, and you accepted it with the same quiet understanding you had always carried.
that was how you found yourself leaving the emerald empire, the only home you had ever known, and being sent to the scarlet region.
the difference between the two lands was impossible to ignore, it settled into your senses the moment you crossed the borders, the shift so stark that it almost felt unreal.
the emerald empire lived up to its name in every sense, a land rich with deep green forests that stretched endlessly, fields of flowers that bloomed in colors that softened the eye, rivers that reflected the sky like glass as they wound through the kingdom. the air there had always felt light, fresh, filled with the scent of earth and life, and the palace itself stood tall and elegant among it all, a place that felt open and welcoming even in its grandeur.
the scarlet region was something else entirely.
it rose from the land like something carved from the bones of the earth itself, a kingdom built atop a massive dark mountain that seemed to loom over everything around it. the stone was not polished or soft in appearance, it was jagged in places, heavy as if it had been shaped by fire and force rather than careful hands. the ground beneath it was uneven, darkened by ash and heat, and the closer you came, the more you could feel the difference in the air. it was thicker, warmer, carrying the faint scent of smoke that never fully disappeared.
the mountain itself stretched high, its peak often hidden behind dark clouds that clung to it as if they belonged there, and somewhere deeper within. there was the constant reminder of the volcano that gave the region its name, a presence that could not be seen fully but was always felt. it was not a place of soft beauty, it was a place that demanded attention. it felt alive in a harsher, more dangerous way, and yet there was something undeniably powerful about it.
the fortress that stood upon it was just as imposing, built from the same dark stone, rising high with sharp edges and heavy walls that spoke more of strength than elegance. it was not delicate, not meant to impress with grace, but with dominance, with the kind of presence that made it clear this was a kingdom that did not bend easily.
this was where you were meant to belong now, far from the green and gentle lands of your home, in a place that burned in scarlet and shadow, where everything far less forgiving.
and yet you stepped forward without hesitation, because this was your duty, and you had always known that one day you would be sent away to fulfill it.
you knew since you were ten.
the memory had settled into you quietly, it wasnât a shock to you, it was inevitable. it had always been waiting for you even before you were old enough to understand what it meant.
it had been a warm afternoon in the emerald empire.
you had been seated beside your mother, your hands folded neatly in your lap as you were taught to do, your back straight even then because discipline had already rooted itself deep into your bones.
your father and your older brother had been speaking across the long table, their voices calm but firm, their words carrying weight even if you did not fully grasp them at the time. you remembered the way your motherâs hand rested lightly over yours, a silent instruction to listen, to pay attention, to understand that what was being discussed was important.
it was then that you first heard of the treaty.
not just a simple agreement, not just a passing arrangement between two lands, but something far more binding, something that would shape the future of both nations and, though you did not know it yet, your own life.
the emerald empire, prosperous and abundant, a land overflowing with natural wealth, had long held resources that other nations sought after. among them, the most prized were the emeralds themselves, stones that were not only symbols of status and power but also held practical value in trade, crafting, and even in certain forms of energy use that had been developed over time.
the scarlet region, in contrast, was not a land of abundance in that sense, but it held something far more dangerous and far more valuable in times of unrest.
power.
military strength that few could rival.
the treaty, as it had been explained in terms that would later become clearer to you as you grew older, was both an agreement of peace and a formal alliance. it was structured with precision, written in language that left little room for misinterpretation, signed under the authority of both ruling powers to ensure its permanence.
the emerald empire shall supply the scarlet region with an agreed upon and consistent quantity of emerald resources, the amount determined through mutual negotiation and subject to periodic reassessment under stable conditions.
in return, the scarlet region shall provide military support to the emerald empire, offering protection, reinforcement, and armed assistance in times of conflict, threat, or war, under the obligations defined within the alliance.
it was balanced and it made sense, even to those who were not directly involved in politics.
one land provided wealth, the other provided strength. together, they ensured stability, or at the very least, the illusion of it.
but treaties like that were rarely sealed by ink alone.
they required something more binding, something that ensured loyalty beyond written words.
and that was where you came in.
the alliance was finalized not only through the signatures of two rulers but through a betrothal.
between you, the youngest and only princess of the emerald empire and the sole heir of the scarlet region, katsuki bakugo.
you did not know his name at ten in the way you would come to know it later.
back then, it had just been a name spoken among many others, one that held importance but did not yet carry weight in your mind. you had simply listened, your gaze lowered as expected, your fingers resting against your motherâs as she gently squeezed your hand once, a quiet reassurance or perhaps a reminder.
this is your duty.
as you grew older, the details became clearer.
the scarlet region did not follow the same traditions as your homeland. where the emerald empire upheld strict customs, where succession was determined by lineage and only passed on upon death to the oldest son, the scarlet region operated under a different set of rules, ones that were far less rigid and far more dangerous.
there, a ruler could step down whenever they deemed it appropriate. there was no obligation to rule until death. there was no enforced waiting.
at first, it sounded almost freeing, almost progressive in a way that contrasted your own structured upbringing. but as you learned more, as history lessons became more detailed and less softened for your ears, you began to understand what that truly meant.
power did not remain in the hands of those who were unwilling to give it up.
not for long.
stories, whispered at first and then later taught more directly, spoke of rulers who had been found lifeless in their chambers, their bodies still and cold before any official declaration of abdication had been made. others were said to have fallen ill suddenly, their decline too quick, too convenient, leaving the throne open for the next in line.
poison.
assassination.
betrayal.
these were not rare occurrence, they were part of the system.
the scarlet region thrived on strength, and strength was proven not just in battle but in the ability to take and to hold power by any means necessary. it was a land where weakness was not tolerated, where hesitation could mean death, and where loyalty was often conditional.
they were barbaric in nature, as many in your homeland described them, though never in official statements. it was a quiet understanding, one that lingered beneath formal diplomacy.
and yet, despite that, or perhaps because of it, they were powerful.
that power was what your kingdom needed.
that power was what secured your fate.
katsuki bakugo had ascended the throne in his early twenties, far earlier than most rulers in your own land would have ever been allowed to. but his case had been different.
his father had never wanted the crown. that much had been made clear in every account you had heard.
he had ruled because he had to, because the position had been his responsibility, but there had never been any true desire behind it. and so, the moment he believed his son was capable, the moment he was certain that the boy had grown into someone strong enough to take over, he stepped down.
willingly.
a rare occurrence in a land where most rulers had power taken from them rather than surrendered.
that was how katsuki became king.
young, powerful, and already carrying a reputation that spread far beyond the scarlet region itself.
they called him the dragon king.
the title alone was enough to spark curiosity when you first heard it, but the explanation behind it made it something else entirely.
he rode a dragon.
not just any beast, not just some distant creature tamed through force, but one bound to him in a way that was deeper, more personal, more dangerous.
eijiro kirishima is a dragon hybrid and katsukiâs right hand, his closest companion, his weapon, and his ally.
the stories described them as inseparable, two forces that moved as one, their presence on the battlefield enough to turn the tide of war before it had even fully begun. it was said that when the dragon king took flight, when the skies burned with the presence of that creature beneath him, there was no room left for doubt.
fear followed then victory followed short after⌠always.
and now, that same man was the one you were meant to marry.
though the pair interested you more than anything.
hybrids were rare.
even in lands filled with strange creatures, old bloodlines, and ancient magic that had existed long before kingdoms were ever built, hybrids remained uncommon enough to be spoken about with curiosity and caution. stories about them traveled across nations in whispers and rumors, changing slightly depending on who told them, but one thing always remained the same.
once a hybrid found the one they belonged to, their loyalty became absolute.
it was said they did not serve the way ordinary soldiers served a king. it went deeper than duty and far beyond simple obedience. the bond between a hybrid and their chosen master was something fierce, instinctive, almost animalistic in nature. once formed, it lasted for life.
they protected, obeyed, and stayed.
even death itself was said to struggle separating a hybrid from the one they devoted themselves to.
you had heard stories growing up in the emerald empire. servants whispered about dragon shifters in hushed voices while preparing your baths or brushing your hair. noble women spoke of them with fascination during gatherings while men discussed them as weapons that could change the outcome of wars. some stories painted hybrids as dangerous beasts pretending to be human while others claimed they were more loyal than any knight sworn by oath.
you had never seen one before.
not until now.
the realization settled into you the moment the large doors of the throne room opened.
the room was massive, carved from dark stone that stretched high above your head into towering ceilings supported by enormous pillars etched with old markings and scars from time. fire burned from iron braziers mounted against the walls, their flames casting flickering orange light across the gloomy chamber. unlike the bright halls of the emerald empire filled with sunlight and polished marble, this place felt heavy.
ancient.
the air itself carried the faint scent of smoke and iron.
your footsteps echoed softly as you walked forward.
the kingâs council and court lined both sides of the long walkway leading toward the throne, their eyes fixed entirely on you. warriors stood among nobles instead of guards standing separately from politicians like in your homeland. here they seemed to blend together into one brutal court where strength mattered just as much as status.
you could feel their stares. some were curious. some judgmental. some openly assessing you as though trying to determine whether the foreign princess walking toward their king was worthy enough to stand beside him.
still, your posture never faltered. not once.
your head remained high, your expression calm and serene exactly as you had been taught since childhood. every movement was graceful and measured as you walked across the dark stone floor.
your dress stood out immediately against the dullness of the castle.
soft lilac silk flowed around your body with every step, the fabric delicate and elegant beneath the firelight. silver embroidery climbed along the sleeves and bodice in intricate patterns resembling vines and blooming flowers from your homeland. sheer layers of fabric draped from your arms and trailed lightly behind you across the floor.
in this dark place of stone and ash and smoke, the dress almost looked unreal.
the only other strong color in the room came from the red-haired hybrid standing beside the throne.
his hair was bright like burning crimson beneath the firelight, wild and striking against skin. large dragon wings rested folded behind him, the scales along them dark red and gleaming faintly. even from where you stood, you could see sharp scales trailing along parts of his neck and arms while red horns stuck on his forehead.
and his eyes never left the king.
you understood the stories then.
slowly, you reached the foot of the stairs leading toward the throne.
without hesitation, you lowered yourself into a proper curtsy, bowing your head respectfully. though you were royalty yourself, you stood in a foreign kingdom before another ruler. your mother had drilled that lesson into you countless times growing up.
respect the customs of the land you stand in.
your voice was soft and composed when you spoke. âmy king.âthen you lifted your gaze and finally saw him properly.
katsuki bakugo sat sprawled across the throne like he had been born for it⌠like the throne itself belonged beneath him.
his vermillion eyes locked onto yours immediately, sharp and intense enough to make your breath still for a moment. his ash blond hair looked messy and untamed as though no one would dare attempt controlling it.
he looked dangerous, beautifully dangerous.
his entire torso was bare, leaving every inch of hard muscle exposed beneath the firelight. scars littered parts of his skin, old marks that only made him appear even rougher, even more intimidating. his body looked carved from stone itself, broad shoulders leading down to a powerful chest and strong arms wrapped with strips of orange fabric around his forearms and hands.
a dark red cape lined with thick fur rested across his shoulders, the heavy material falling behind him while the fur framed his neck. black tattered pants hung low on his hips tucked into worn brown boots that looked made for battle instead of ceremony. and around his neck hung layered necklaces made from stone, jade, teeth, and rough beads that clicked softly whenever he moved.
beside his throne rested a massive broadsword. the blade alone looked large enough to split a man in half.
the room had gone silent.
completely silent.
your eyes remained locked with his as he slowly stood from his throne. the movement alone shifted the atmosphere in the room. he descended the stairs with slow swaggering steps, each one heavy against the stone floor. he did not rush. he looked like a predator approaching something that had caught his attention.
his eyes never left yours.
not once.
when he finally stopped in front of you, his body towered over yours easily.
you suddenly understood why stories about him spread across kingdoms because there was something overwhelming about him, something that demanded attention.
your breath caught quietly in your throat when he suddenly lifted a hand and pinched your chin between his fingers. his touch was rough as it was warm. he tilted your head upward slightly so he could look at you better.
the entire room seemed to hold its breath.
you could feel his gaze dragging across your face slowly, studying every detail in silence for several long seconds⌠then his lip curled.
âtch. at least they had the decency to send me a pretty little princess.â his voice was rough and deep, carrying easily through the silent throne room.
heat crept beneath your skin instantly.
before you could even react, he scoffed and released your chin before turning away slightly. âi might actually kill them then myself if they had given me one that looked like a mountain troll.â
a few people in the court laughed nervously.
you stayed perfectly still.
then katsuki waved a hand dismissively. âeijiro, send the woman to her quarters.â
the command was directed toward the red-haired hybrid beside the throne.
unlike katsukiâs permanent snarl and sharp gaze, the hybrid smiled warmly at you the moment his name was called.
and somehow, in this cold dark throne room filled with warriors and strangers, that smile was the first thing that felt welcoming.
you walked through the dark halls of the castle in silence, the sound of your footsteps echoing softly against the stone beneath your shoes as the heavy doors of the throne room closed behind you.
in the corridor, the walls were made from dark stone carved rough in some places and smooth in others as though parts of the castle had been built directly into the mountain itself. large torches lined the hallways every few feet, their flames flickering wildly and casting shifting shadows across the walls and floors. the firelight painted everything in deep shades of orange and gold, but it did little to soften the gloom surrounding the place.
there were no large windows letting sunlight spill through the halls. no fresh scent of flowers drifting through open corridors. instead the air carried traces of smoke, leather, iron, and something faintly earthy that reminded you of ash after rain.
in front of you, eijiro walked at an easy pace as he guided you through the winding halls just as the king had ordered.
your eyes drifted toward him quietly.
back in the throne room, nearly all of your attention had been trapped on katsuki bakugo himself. it had been impossible not to stare at him when he looked the way he did sitting upon that throne like some wild king from ancient stories.
now, with the two of you alone in the halls, this was the first time you truly got a proper look at the dragon hybrid.
your gaze slowly scanned over him.
like katsuki, his torso was completely bare beneath the warm firelight, exposing toned muscle across his back and shoulders that shifted with every step he took. his body looked strong in a different way than the kingâs. where katsuki carried sharpness and intimidation, eijiro looked sturdy and grounded⌠protective.
metal pauldrons rested over his shoulders, dark and jagged in shape almost resembling broken pieces of rock layered over one another. leather bracers wrapped around his forearms while fitted leather pants and armored boots completed the rest of his attire. several knives rested securely along the belt around his waist.
but none of that held your attention for long. your eyes kept returning to the scales.
patches of deep red scales spread across parts of his arms and shoulders, blending into his tan skin naturally. more scales traced along the sides of his face near his jaw and temples, catching the firelight whenever he moved.
his hair was a vivid red that matched the horns protruding from his forehead. large leathery wings remained tucked behind him neatly despite their size, the dark red membranes shifting slightly every now and then as he walked.
you had never seen anything like him before.
your staring lasted just a second too long.
eijiro glanced over his shoulder before a grin spread across his face. âyâknow, princess, if you keep staring at me like that iâm gonna start thinkinâ you like what you see.â
heat rushed to your face instantly. your eyes widened before you quickly looked away. âiâm so sorry,â you said softly, your voice embarrassed. âi did not mean to stare.â you hesitated for a moment before glancing back at him carefully. âit is just... this is my first time seeing a hybrid in person. let alone a dragon hybrid.â
eijiro let out a warm chuckle. âhey, donât worry about it,â he said easily, waving a hand dismissively. âseriously. thereâs no need to apologize. i get that a lot.â
his relaxed tone eased some of your embarrassment almost immediately.
you looked at him again, more carefully this time. âdoes it bother you?â
ânah.â he shrugged. âpeople get curious. especially people from other kingdoms. honestly, iâd probably stare too if i saw somebody with giant wings for the first time.â
you found yourself smiling faintly at that. the sight seemed to encourage him further.
âplus,â he continued with a grin, âyouâve been pretty respectful about it. some people act weird.â
âweird?â
âyeah.â he snorted. âeither theyâre terrified or they ask if i breathe fire.â
your brows lifted slightly. âcan you?â
eijiro barked out a laugh so suddenly that it echoed through the hallway. âokay, see? that oneâs fair.â
you lowered your gaze quickly, suddenly feeling foolish. âi apologize. that was inappropriate.â
âhey, no.â he shook his head immediately. âiâm messing with you. i do breathe fire. only on my dragon form though.â
his easygoing nature made conversation strangely comfortable despite how unfamiliar everything around you was. for a moment, the tightness sitting in your chest since arriving at the scarlet region loosened slightly.
âso,â eijiro said after a moment, glancing at you curiously. âwhatâs the emerald empire really like?â
your expression softened. âIt is beautiful,â you answered quietly. âvery different from here.â
you looked around the dim hallway before continuing.l âthere are gardens everywhere. flowers grow along most parts of the palace grounds and the walls are covered with vines and roses during warmer seasons.â
eijiro listened closely. âsounds nice.â
âIt is peaceful,â you admitted. âthe air smells sweet during spring.â
âhuh.â he smiled. âguess this place probably feels kinda⌠intense compared to that.â
you hesitated before nodding slightly. âa little.â
he laughed softly. âyeah, sounds about right.â
for a few moments the two of you continued walking while talking quietly.
you asked him questions about the castle, about the scarlet region, about dragons and hybrids. he answered all of them openly, seeming almost excited by your curiosity rather than annoyed by it.
in return, he asked about your home, what kind of things you liked, whether all nobility in the emerald empire were taught so formally.
âpretty much,â you admitted softly.
âthat sounds exhausting.â eijiro said.
âit can be.â you let out the faintest laugh.
eijiro glanced at you again before speaking carefully.âyou nervous?â
you knew immediately what he meant. your fingers tightened lightly together.
âabout the king?â
he nodded.
you were quiet for a moment before speaking honestly. âi do not think he likes me.â
eijiro suddenly laughed. not cruelly, almost fondly. âtrust me,â he said, shaking his head. âyouâd know if katsuki doesnât like you.â
âI would?â your brows furrowed slightly.
âoh, definitely.â he grinned. âheâs not exactly subtle.â
you thought back to the throne room. to the way katsuki had looked at you, the roughness in his voice, and to the way his fingers had held your chin.
your face warmed slightly at the memory.
eijiro noticed immediately and grinned wider. âsee?â
you quickly looked away. âi simply assumed he was displeased by this arrangement.â
âwell,â eijiro admitted, rubbing the back of his neck, âhe definitely wasnât happy about being forced into marriage at first.â
your chest tightened slightly, but before you could speak, he continued.
âkatsukiâs just bad with people sometimes. especially women.â
you blinked. âwomen?â
âpretty women,â he corrected with a teasing grin.
you looked down immediately, embarrassed at his constant compliments towards you.
eijiro laughed softly again before continuing more gently. âseriously though, donât overthink him too much. heâs rough around the edges but heâs a good person. youâll see pretty soon how he actually is when he dislikes somebody.â
the conversation slowly drifted again before you asked quietly, âhow long have you known him?â
eijiroâs expression softened immediately. âsince we were kids.â
you looked up at him curiously while he smiled faintly down at you.
âhunters caught me when i was eight,â he explained. âdragon hybrids sell for a lot depending on where you are.â
your eyes widened slightly. you remembered learning about how hybrids treated in some parts. some were either killed and butchered to be sold for their parts, or they were sold for entertainment. hybrids were rare as it is, but dragon hybrids were even more rare making them more valuable.
âthey kept me trapped for a while.â his tone remained casual but you still felt sadness curl in your chest. âkatsuki found me,â he continued. âhe was around eight too. little psycho fought grown men with a knife.â
you stared at him as you listened, trying to take it all in.
âseriously. kid was terrifying⌠and i was a kid!â eijiro laughed.
you could strangely imagine it. after seeing katsuki earlier, just from that brief interaction, you can already tell he was much of a menace at eight as he is now.
âhe saved you.â you said.
âyeah.â his voice softened. âand i stayed with him after that.â
âyou are loyal to him. iâm not surprised.â your gaze drifted toward his wings.
eijiro looked at you for a moment before nodding once. âalways.â
something about the way he said it made the old stories about hybrids echo through your mind again.
once a hybrid found the one they belonged to, their loyalty became absolute.
eventually, the two of you stopped in front of a massive pair of doors at the end of a quieter hallway.
âwelcome to your new quarters, princess.â eijiro pushed them open.
you stepped inside slowly and was met with an enormous room.
dark stone walls surrounded the space but heavy curtains in deep crimson softened parts of it while large fur rugs covered portions of the floor. a massive fireplace burned along one side of the room, filling it with warmth. shelves carved from black wood lined the walls while candles flickered across various surfaces. the bed itself was enormous, layered with thick dark fabrics and furs.
despite the roughness of the castleâs aesthetic, the room still felt strangely luxurious.
eijiro watched your reaction carefully. âi know itâs probably completely different from your home,â he said, rubbing the back of his neck. âbut the king made sure your quarters were comfortable for you.â
your eyes widened slightly. âhe did? really?â
eijiro smiled sheepishly. âwell... not really.â
your brows lifted in confusion at that.
âbut he approved of all the things brought to your room! so thatâs something!â
you could not help the soft laugh that escaped you. he reminded you strangely of a large puppy, earnest and friendly.
âthank you, eijiro. truly.â you nodded politely.
his grin returned immediately. âno problem. you are the future queen of the dragon lord. i live to serve you for you are his.â
his.
he stepped back toward the doorway. âiâll send your new servants in to help with your bath before you retire for the night.â
âthank you.â you nodded again.
âget some rest, princess.â with that, he stepped outside and slowly closed the large doors behind him.
silence settled over the room.
you stood there for a long moment before slowly walking deeper inside, taking every little thing in. finally, you sat down carefully on the edge of the massive bed. your fingers brushed against the heavy sheets beneath your hands.
it was soft, warm⌠and foreign.
your gaze drifted slowly around the unfamiliar room.
this is my home now.
and for the first time since arriving in the scarlet region, the reality of it truly settled into your chest.
the last couple of weeks quickly fell into a repetitive pattern that slowly wore away at your patience no matter how hard you tried to remain understanding about the situation.
every morning you would wake up inside your chambers high within the dark stone walls of the scarlet fortress and ask one of the servants or guards whether the king was available, only to receive the same carefully rehearsed answers in return.
the king was occupied. the king was handling important matters. the king had already left the castle grounds before sunrise.
after hearing those excuses day after day, you eventually stopped asking as often because humiliation started creeping beneath your skin each time another servant avoided your eyes while informing you that your own betrothed apparently had no time for you.
most of your days were spent alone inside your chambers afterward. you ended up reading nearly every single one of the books on your shelves out of sheer boredom.
the books inside the scarlet region were nothing like the gentle romances and elegant poetry collections kept inside the libraries of the emerald empire. these stories were brutal and excessive and strangely honest about the people who lived within this kingdom.
there were tales about ancient wars fought between dragon riders that ended with entire mountainsides collapsing beneath fire and bloodshed. there were stories about barbarian kings who conquered lands with their bare hands and queens who poisoned enemies during feasts. some books were so violent that you occasionally found yourself staring blankly at the pages afterward trying to understand how someone even thought to write such horrifying details.
others were scandalously inappropriate.
one evening you accidentally spent an entire hour reading a story about a warrior taking a noblewoman against a castle wall. one of your handmaidens nearly dropped a tray in shock after realizing what you were reading. afterward she refused to look you directly in the eyes for the rest of the night while you quietly closed the book and pretended not to understand why her face had turned bright red.
still, despite the strange books and lonely silence surrounding most of your days, there was one part of your routine that you genuinely began looking forward to.
eijiro.
the dragon hybrid visited you almost every single day without fail.
sometimes he would arrive during breakfast and keep you company while the two of you ate together inside your chambers. other times he would take you through different sections of the castle while explaining the history behind certain halls and statues carved into the stone walls.
he told stories easily and enthusiastically, often speaking with his hands while his large red wings shifted behind him whenever he became excited.
unlike katsuki, who felt sharp and difficult to approach, eijiro was warm in a way that made conversation come naturally.
he answered your endless questions without irritation.
he explained the volcanoes surrounding the scarlet region and the old traditions involving dragon riders. he told you about battles fought generations ago and pointed out ancient carvings etched into the fortress walls. sometimes he made you laugh without meaning to. sometimes you caught yourself smiling more around him than you had since arriving here.
over time, your nervousness around the hybrid slowly faded.
and if you were being honest with yourself, there were moments where you quietly wondered who exactly you were supposed to be marrying. because while katsuki bakugo remained nothing more than a distant shadow constantly avoiding your presence, eijiro kirishima was the one actually beside you every day.
by the time three weeks had passed since your arrival in the scarlet region, you realized with growing disbelief that your wedding was only a week away.
a single week and yet you still had not properly spoken to katsuki since the first day you arrived. the realization irritated you more than you cared to admit.
that evening you sat in front of the vanity mirror inside your chambers while slowly brushing through your hair with careful strokes. soft firelight flickered across the room while one of your handmaidens prepared fresh oils nearby. you were waiting for eijiro again because he promised earlier that morning he would visit after finishing training with the soldiers.
you had begun expecting him.
which was exactly why surprise shot through you when the chamber doors suddenly burst open hard enough to slam against the stone walls.
your head snapped upward immediately.
katsuki bakugo stood in the doorway.
for a second, the entire room felt painfully still.
his broad figure nearly filled the entrance as firelight danced across his exposed skin and the heavy fur draped around his shoulders. his ash blonde hair looked slightly messy like he had run his hands through it repeatedly and those sharp crimson eyes locked onto yours instantly with an intensity that made your breath catch inside your throat.
it had been weeks since you last saw him.
weeks.
slowly, you stood from your seat before lowering your head respectfully. âmy king,â you greeted softly. âwhat an honor it is to finally be graced by your presence.â
katsuki stared at you for a moment before clicking his tongue. âquit talking like that,â he muttered as he stepped further inside the room. âyou sound like one of those damn council fossils.â
you lifted your gaze carefully toward him. âforgive me. i was simply trying to greet my future husband properly.â
âyeah, well, stop it.â he said, and despite his harsh tone, his eyes remained fixed on you far too intensely for comfort.
you slowly set the brush down against the vanity table. âto what do i owe this sudden visit?â you asked calmly. âi assumed you were occupied with your duties⌠as usual.â
something unreadable flashed across his expression at that.
then you continued before he could answer.
âit has been difficult, i must say. when the king is always occupied with âstate affairsâ and his right hand is the only one willing to provide a tour of the grounds.â
katsukiâs jaw immediately tightened. âhair-for-brains has been babysitting you?â he asked sharply.
you frowned slightly at the insult. âeijiro has been kind,â you corrected as you stepped away from the vanity. âhe told me about the volcanoes, the dragon-kin, the hybrids, and the history of this region. he has been a better guide than my own betrothed.â
a rough laugh escaped katsuki though there was no real amusement behind it. he moved closer until the warmth rolling off his body surrounded you completely. âkirishimaâs an idiot who gives away secrets for free,â he scoffed. âif you wanted to know about this kingdom, you shouldâve come to the source, not the help.â
your eyebrows lifted slightly. âi tried,â you answered, your voice firmer than expected. âevery time i approached your chambers, your guards informed me you were busy breathing fire at your generals. eventually i began wondering if you were hiding something.â
for the briefest second, something shifted across his face. his stare softened just enough to notice before the scowl returned again. âi wasnât hiding,â he said roughly. âi was preparing. do you have any idea what it takes to merge an emerald seat with a scarlet throne? despite the treaty, the court is looking for a reason to tear you apart the moment you step onto the altar.â
the words struck harder than you expected. your breath caught quietly in your throat and for a moment, you simply stared at him.
you had known this marriage was political from the very beginning. kingdoms did not bind themselves together through royal blood for romance. this union meant trade routes, military alliances, security, power, stability between two lands that could strengthen each other greatly. you understood that. you had been taught that since childhood.
but despite understanding all of that, despite knowing nobles could be cruel and proud and difficult, a part of you still had not expected that there were truly people within this castle who looked at you and saw someone unworthy.
you had crossed an entire continent for this marriage, you had left your home behind, your family, your kingdom, everything familiar, and somewhere within these dark stone halls, there were people waiting for you to fail.
they were watching and judging you, hoping youâd slip and fall and break you neck on the way down.
katsuki reached toward you suddenly, his gloved hand hovered near your chin. for a brief second, it looked as though he intended to touch you. then his jaw tightened sharply and he pulled his hand back with visible irritation, almost seeming angry at himself for the impulse.
âi didn't have time for royal pleasantries,â he growled. âbut since you and shitty hair seem to have hit it off so well, i suppose youâve learned enough to hold your own.â
despite yourself, your lips twitched faintly. âiâve learned that the king is temperamental, guarded, and apparently very jealous of his second-in-command,â you said softly, tilting your head.
katsuki froze, his eyes widened for the briefest moment before narrowing into dangerous slits, a low sound rumbled from deep in his chest.
it sent a chill crawling down your spine.
âjealous?â he repeated sharply. âdon't flatter yourself. i just don't like whatâs mine being lectured by a soft-hearted mutt.â
his words made something uncomfortable twist in your chest.
your his property.
slowly, you stepped closer toward him until barely any space remained between your bodies. you could feel the heat radiating from him like fire against your skin.
âis that all i am to you?â you asked quietly. âproperty?â
katsuki stared down at you, his pupils shifted strangely. the sharp crimson of his eyes darkened until the color looked molten beneath the torchlight.
when he leaned closer, your breath caught, his forehead nearly brushed yours. âyouâre a week away from being the queen of the scarlet region,â he said in a low gravelly rasp. âyouâre not property, princess.â his gaze dragged across your face slowly, too slowly. âyouâre the only thing in this godforsaken fortress that isn't made of ash.â
your heart stumbled painfully inside your chest. before you could respond, he continued.
âand if you think iâve been busy playing soldier, youâre wrong.â he leaned even closer, close enough that you could feel his breath against your lips. âiâve been making sure that when you finally walk down that aisle, no one is left alive who thinks they can challenge us.â
us.
âeijiro kept you distracted,â he muttered. âi kept you safe.â
silence filled the room after that.
your mind struggled to keep pace with everything he was saying.
you had thought he hated this arrangement. thought he was avoiding you because he wanted nothing to do with you. yet now he stood before you speaking about protecting you as though it had become his responsibility long before you ever wore his name.
âthere are truly people here who oppose me that much?â you asked quietly.
katsuki scoffed. âthere are people here whoâd oppose the sky if it changed color for too long.â he stepped back slightly before dragging a rough hand through his ash blonde hair.
âthe scarlet court is full of old bastards obsessed with bloodlines and strength. youâre foreign, soft, and refined. they think emerald nobles spend more time playing music than surviving winters. despite the benefits this wedding can give our kingdom, they donât think youâre fit to be queen.â
âthat is not true.â your brows furrowed faintly.
âi know that,â he snapped immediately. âthey don't.â his jaw clenched again. âthey think youâll break.â
something stubborn rose inside your chest at that. you lifted your chin slightly. âand what do you think?â
his eyes locked onto yours instantly, intensely burning. âi think,â he said slowly, âthat anybody who crossed kingdoms to marry into this hellhole without crying halfway through has more spine than half the idiots sitting in my council chamber.â
heat rushed unexpectedly into your face.
before you could answer, katsuki abruptly turned away. âcome with me.â
âwhat?â you blinked.
âyou heard me.â he strode toward the door.
confusion crossed your face immediately. âyour majesty, where are we going?â
âtch. just move.â
you hesitated only a second before following after him and the moment you reached him, his hand suddenly grabbed yours. your breath caught sharply. his grip was large and rough and overwhelmingly warm around your hand.
before you could react properly, he yanked you forward behind him. âquit dragging me,â you gasped softly.
âquit dragging your feet.â
the chamber doors burst open as he pulled you into the corridor.
the dark halls stretched endlessly ahead, lit by fire torches burning against black stone walls. shadows flickered across the floors as servants quickly moved aside at the sight of the king storming through the castle with his future queen in tow.
you struggled slightly to keep pace with his long strides. âwhere are we going?â you asked again.
âyou ask too many questions.â
âthat usually happens when someone drags another person through a castle without explanation.â
he shot you an irritated glance over his shoulder. âyou wanted to know why iâve been busy so badly, right?â
you blinked. âyesâŚâ
âthen shut up and keep walking.â
despite his harsh tone, he never let go of your hand, not once. and somehow that fact lingered in your mind more than anything else.
katsuki continued dragging you through the castle halls with long aggressive strides that forced you to keep close behind him if you did not want to stumble over the hem of your dress. his hand remained wrapped tightly around yours, rough and calloused from years of swordsmanship and battle, his warmth almost startling against your softer skin.
you tried not to stare too openly at everything around you, but it was difficult. the scarlet region fascinated you. even after weeks of exploring with eijiro it still felt foreign to you.
your eyes drifted upward as you noticed enormous carvings etched into the high ceilings.
âthose are incredible,â you murmured softly.
katsuki glanced upward briefly before grunting. âhm.â
you looked back at him. âwhat do they mean?â
âtheyâre old carvings.â
âi can see that.â
his eyes flickered toward you and for a second, you thought you caught amusement there, almost hidden. âsmart mouth,â he muttered.
âi was simply asking.â you blinked innocently at him.
he clicked his tongue before finally answering. âthey tell the story of the first kings. every ruler in the scarlet region traces their bloodline back to them.â
you looked back toward the carvings again with interest. the dragons were enormous in the stone art, wings spread wide across the ceiling while warriors stood beneath them holding weapons toward the sky.
âso the real dragons did come first?â
âobviously.â
âyou do realize not everyone grew up here, yes?â
âannoying.â he let out a sharp exhale through his nose. despite the insult, he still answered. âbefore the kingdoms were built, dragon ruled these mountains. then people started worshipping them. eventually the strongest warriors bonded with them.â
âbonded?â your eyes widened slightly.
âdragon pacts.â his grip tightened faintly around your hand as he continued leading you down another hallway. âsome humans formed bonds with dragon-kind. loyalty for loyalty. strength for strength.â
your thoughts immediately drifted toward eijiro. âis that why hybrids exist?â
âpartly.â
âyou sound reluctant to explain.â you looked at him curiously.
âbecause you ask too many damn questions.â
âand yet you keep answering them.â
he shot you another look over his shoulder. this time you definitely saw it, the corner of his mouth twitched. gone almost immediately.
heâs enjoying this.
you followed him down a massive staircase leading deeper into another section of the castle. the air grew warmer the lower you went, enough that you could feel heat brushing against your skin.
âwhy is it hotter here?â you asked.
âlava tunnels under the mountain.â
your eyes widened. âthere is lava beneath the castle?â
âweâre built into a volcanic mountain, princess. what did you think was under us?â
you stared at him. ârocks?â
he barked out a laugh suddenly, a real one. rough and sharp but genuine enough that it echoed through the corridor. âunbelievable.â
heat crept into your cheeks at the sound. you had not expected him to laugh, especially not because of you.
the two of you continued walking until the hallway opened into a massive chamber lined with weapons mounted against the walls. swords. axes. spears. shields. some looked old enough to belong in museums while others appeared freshly sharpened.
you slowed immediately. âthis is beautiful.â
âitâs an armory.â katsuki snorted.
you stepped closer toward one of the blades hanging on the wall. the sword was massive, far larger than anything you had ever seen used back home.
âpeople actually fight with these?â you asked.
âwhat the hell do you think theyâre for?â he spat, his eyebrows furrowing as he spoke.
you glanced at him carefully. âyou truly speak as though every question pains you.â
âbecause half your questions have obvious answers.â
âfor you, perhaps.â
he stared at you for a moment before crossing his arms over his bare chest. âyou really know nothing about this place.â
there was no mockery in his voice this time. only observation.
you looked down briefly. âi was taught about diplomacy between kingdoms and trade agreements and court etiquette. not weapons and volcanoes and dragon pacts.â
silence settled between you for a brief moment.
then katsuki spoke again, quieter this time. âthat explains a lot.â
âwhat does that mean?â you looked back at him.
he shrugged. âyou walk around this place looking at everything like you got dropped into another world.â
âperhaps i did.â
his gaze lingered on your face longer than necessary. you felt suddenly aware of how close he stood, how large he was compared to you, and how intense his eyes became whenever he looked directly at you.
your fingers tightened slightly around the fabric of your dress, trying to steady yourself before you cleared your throat softly. âwhat are scarlet region weddings like?â
âbecause iâm marrying you in a week.â you said with an obvious tone of sarcasm.
âunfortunate for you.â
you ignored that as you asked again. âi would like to know what to expect.â
he sighed dramatically before leaning against one of the stone pillars nearby. âthereâs a ceremony.â
you waited for more, but he stared back blankly.
ââŚthat tells me nothing.â
âthereâs fire. vows. drinking. fighting.â
your eyes widened. âfighting?â
âfriendly fighting.â
âthose are two words that should not belong together.â
âdepends who you ask.â he shrugged.
you could not help the quiet laugh that escaped you.
katsukiâs eyes flickered toward your mouth immediately at the sound. you noticed it again and suddenly forgot how to breathe correctly for a second.
âwhat about emerald empire weddings?â he asked abruptly.
you blinked at the sudden question. âours are more formal.â
âsounds boring already.â katsuki rolled his eyes as if he regrets asking.
âthere is music and dancing.â
âboring.â
âpoetry readings.â
he looked at you, horrified.
you smiled despite yourself. âdecorated gardens.â
âif anybody forced me into a garden for my own wedding iâd burn it down.â he said, his expression tight as if he was already picturing it in his head.
you laughed at the look on his face while katsuki stared at you like he had never heard that sound before, like he wanted to keep hearing it. the realization made warmth spread slowly across your chest.
maybe he truly was avoiding me because he did not know what to do with me.
and somehow that thought felt far more dangerous than hatred ever could have been.
a week passed after your walk through the castle with katsuki, and somewhere within those seven days, something between the two of you shifted. it was not a dramatic shift. there had been no grand confession or sudden tenderness that transformed him into a different man overnight.
katsuki bakugo remained exactly who he was. he was still rough around the edges, still aggressive in the way he spoke, still impatient whenever somebody irritated him which happened often enough that you were beginning to think irritation was simply his natural state of being.
but despite that, things changed.
he was still busy constantly buried beneath matters of court and military discussions and whatever else dragged the dragon king away for hours at a time, but now he made space for you within those busy days.
sometimes he would appear at your chambers without warning only to stay for a few moments.
you would be seated near the fire reading one of the strange books from the scarlet region shelves when the door would suddenly swing open, revealing katsuki standing there with his arms crossed over his chest.
âwhat are you reading?â
you had looked up in surprise the first time it happened. âa history book.â
he narrowed his eyes suspiciously. âwhy?â
âbecause i enjoy learning.â
âsounds miserable.â
yet he still walked over and glanced down at the pages resting in your lap before grunting.
another time, he had appeared during your evening meal and simply sat down across from you without invitation. you remembered staring at him while servants awkwardly scrambled to bring another plate.
âyour majesty?â
âwhat?â
âyou are in my chambers.â
âobviously.â
then he started eating your food as though he had always belonged there.
sometimes he barely spoke during those visits. he would simply sit nearby while you read or embroidered or drank tea. strangely enough, the silence never felt uncomfortable.
other times, he joined you and eijiro during your walks through the castle grounds.
those were perhaps your favorite moments.
eijiro would be speaking enthusiastically about some story from his childhood only for katsuki to suddenly appear beside the two of you with an irritated scowl already on his face.
âwhy the hell are you telling her that story again?â katsuki would ask.
âbecause she likes hearing it,â eijiro would laugh.
âyour stories are stupid.â
âyou listened to all of them too.â
âshut up.â
yet he would stay, always.
and slowly, without realizing it, you started learning him in pieces.
you learned that he hated overly sweet wine but liked stronger drinks that burned your throat. you learned that he became quieter whenever he was exhausted instead of louder. you learned that although he complained constantly, he still noticed everything around him with sharp frightening precision. you learned that whenever he was thinking deeply, his fingers tapped against whatever surface was nearest. you learned that he looked at you intensely even during moments when he thought you were not paying attention.
and before you fully realized it, the day of your wedding arrived.
you stood outside the massive doors leading toward the throne hall with your heart pounding heavily inside your chest. the halls around you glowed with torchlight while distant music echoed through the stone corridors.
your wedding dress felt heavier than anything you had ever worn before.
scarlet region wedding attire differed greatly from the soft flowing gowns worn in the emerald empire. instead of delicate fabrics and flowers, your gown was designed like something worthy of a queen standing beside a warrior king.
the dress clung tightly around your torso with dark crimson fabric embroidered with thin golden threads shaped like dragon scales. the sleeves draped long around your arms while black sheer fabric layered beneath the heavier crimson silk. gold chains decorated your waist and hips, hanging against the fabric with tiny ruby stones attached to them that caught the firelight whenever you moved.
the neckline dipped lower than dresses from your homeland normally allowed, exposing the tops of your collarbones where matching gold jewelry rested against your skin. even your veil was different. instead of white lace, dark red fabric trailed behind you like smoke.
you barely recognized yourself.
then, the massive doors slowly opened and heat rushed into the hall immediately.
inside, the throne room had transformed completely. huge fires burned from enormous iron braziers positioned throughout the chamber while crimson banners hung from the towering walls. drums echoed loudly through the room in a deep steady rhythm that vibrated through your chest. warriors stood lining the aisle holding torches while musicians played harsh beautiful melodies from instruments unfamiliar to you.
this was nothing like emerald empire weddings filled with soft music and flower petals.
before you knew it, you were walking down the aisle and all eyes turned toward you immediately. the eyes of court katsukiâs councilmen, foreign guests from distant lands, warriors dressed in heavy armor, and nobles covered in jewels and furs.
you spotted katsukiâs parents seated near the front. the former king looked relaxed despite the importance of the ceremony while his wife sat beside him watching everything sharply. you had met them during your first week in the scarlet region and quickly realized katsuki had inherited more from his mother than his father. mitsuki bakugo possessed the same fierce presence as her son though hers carried far more control.
your gaze shifted toward the opposite side where your own family sat. your mother already looked emotional, clearly trying not to cry. your father sat tall with pride written across his face. your older brother, however, looked like he was considering starting a war simply to drag you back home.
you almost smiled. when your eyes met his, you gave him a reassuring look.
iâm alright.
slowly, your attention moved again, then you spotted eijiro.
the dragon hybrid stood near the front dressed in dark ceremonial armor lined with crimson detailing. the moment he saw you looking toward him, his entire face lit up with the biggest grin.
it was so warm and genuine that you nearly laughed. you quickly hid the smile threatening your lips before finally looking ahead.
and there he was.
katsuki.
your future husband stood waiting near the throne platform.
for once, his chest was not bare. instead, he wore ceremonial battle robes made from black and deep crimson fabric layered with pieces of dark armor over his shoulders and forearms. fur lined the heavy cape hanging behind him while gold clasps shaped like dragon claws held it together across his chest. thick leather belts wrapped around his waist where a dagger rested beside an ornate sword.
he looked terrifying, beautifully terrifying.
his vermillion eyes locked onto yours instantly and as you approached him, you noticed his gaze slowly travel over your body, from your face, to your dress, to the jewelry against your skin, then back to your eyes again.
the look in his expression made heat crawl into your cheeks.
the ceremony began shortly after.
instead of gentle vows spoken softly between lovers, scarlet region traditions felt almost ritualistic.
the officiant stood before a massive fire while chanting ancient words in the old tongue of the region. wine was poured into ceremonial goblets. your hands and katsukiâs were bound together briefly with crimson cloth symbolizing unity through blood and kingdom.
through most of it, you barely listened because katsuki kept staring at you, and somehow, you realized you were staring back just as much.
the rest of the room blurred around you. time itself felt strange and distant. until finally the officiant spoke again.
âseal this union beneath fire and blood.â
eyes widened slightly and before you could even fully process the words, katsuki suddenly grabbed the back of your neck. a sharp breath escaped you then he pulled you toward him.
his lips crashed against yours.
the kiss stole every coherent thought from your mind instantly.
he kissed you firmly without hesitation, one hand gripping the back of your neck while the other settled against your waist. heat flooded through your entire body as his mouth moved against yours with rough confidence that left your knees weak beneath the heavy layers of your gown.
oh gods.
your fingers instinctively grabbed the front of his ceremonial robes. you could hear distant cheering erupting around the throne room, but it sounded muffled beneath the pounding of your heartbeat.
when he finally pulled away, your lips tingled painfully, you stared at him completely stunned. katsukiâs eyes looked darker somehow, his thumb brushed briefly against your waist before he stepped back.
the celebration afterward became a blur of noise and firelight and endless drinking.
true to scarlet region tradition, there were fights just like katsuki mentioned.
warriors and duelists stepped into the center arena one after another while crowds roared around them.
sero hanta from katsukiâs inner circle defeated one soldier after a brutal sword fight that ended with both men bleeding and laughing. denki kaminari won his own match shortly afterward while shouting obnoxiously toward cheering spectators.
eijiro fought next.
you found yourself watching in amazement as the dragon hybrid moved with terrifying strength and speed before ultimately defeating his opponent.
then came katsuki.
the entire room seemed to erupt when the king stepped forward. his opponent looked almost honored to stand across from him.
the fight started with swords.
metal clashed violently beneath roaring cheers while sparks flew from each impact. katsuki fought like something feral unleashed into battle. he was aggressive, brutal, and overwhelming.
eventually the swords were discarded. then they were on the ground beating each other bloody.
you sat perfectly composed at the royal table, but beneath it, your hands gripped tightly against your dress. stress twisted painfully in your chest.
suddenly, warmth covered one of your hands.
you looked beside yourself and found eijiro smiled reassuringly at you. âdonât worry,â he said gently. âkatsukiâll be fine. iâve seen him survive worse.â
you swallowed slightly. âthat is not comforting.â
he laughed softly. âwhen we were sixteen he fought three mountain raiders at once after getting stabbed in the shoulder.â
âwhat?â your eyes widened in horror.
âhe won.â
âthat really does not make it better.â
eijiro grinned at your expression of worry.
your eyes shifted back toward the fight where katsuki slammed the other man hard into the ground making you winced. âbesides⌠itâs not him iâm worried about,â you admitted quietly.
eijiro blinked before immediately understanding, then he chuckled. âah.â
you looked at him helplessly. âthat poor soldier.â
âtrust me, heâs honored.â
you stared at him incredulously, not entirely sure what to reply to his reassurance.
eijiro leaned closer slightly before explaining. âin the scarlet region, itâs tradition to fight for the person you love.â
your brows furrowed.
he nodded toward the arena. âme and the others fought earlier because weâre unwedded. itâs meant to show strength, protection, and devotion for our future partners.â then he looked toward katsuki. âbut katsukiâs fight is different.â
âdifferent how?â your stomach tightened.
eijiroâs smile softened. âthe longer the fight goes and the more blood he draws from his opponent, the deeper the devotion is believed to be.â
you froze completely.
eijiro continued quietly. âheâs fighting for you, my queen.â
shock rushed through you instantly. you had never heard of this tradition before, never read about it, never learned it during your lessons back home. yet suddenly everything felt different watching katsuki fight down there beneath roaring firelight.
every brutal strike, every drop of blood, every second that continued was for you.
eventually the soldier finally collapsed from exhaustion and blood loss.
the room erupted into cheers.
breathing heavily, katsuki straightened before immediately turning his head toward you, his eyes locked onto yours across the hall then slowly, a smirk twitched against the corner of his mouth. he walked directly toward you afterward. you noticed the blood that stained his knuckles, his lip was split slightly, yet he looked almost pleased with himself.
once he reached the table, he dropped into the seat beside you and threw one arm casually across the back of your chair. âyou look pale,â he said.
you stared at him. âyou nearly killed that man.â
âheâll live.â
âwhy does everything think thatâs comforting?â you replied back.
he snorted then his eyes dragged slowly across your face. âyou watched the whole thing?â
you swallowed softly. ââŚyes.â
âgood.â his smirk deepened slightly.
the grand hall roared with celebration, the air thick with smoke from roasted meats, the bitter tang of ale, and the deafening clash of warriors re-enacting battles for entertainment.
you sat at the high table, your new husband beside you, a solid, immovable presence. katsuki downed the last bit of his wine, a deep, dark scarlet that matched the banners of his kingdom. he swallowed it like it was water, not savoring it, just consuming it. the heavy goblet clunked onto the wooden table.
then his arm, which had been draped loosely around the back of your chair, moved. his hand landed on your shoulder, a firm, heavy pat. once. twice. a third time, each impact a little heavier, a little more deliberate.
your shoulder tingled under the weight.
he stood up. the noise in the hall seemed to dip for a moment, the crowdâs attention shifting to their king. he held his hand out for you, palm open, fingers curled slightly while you looked at his hand, confused.
the festivities were still raging. it was relatively still early. then you turned your head to meet his eyes. dark red, like cooled lava, intense and utterly focused on you. in that instant, the confusion evaporated, replaced by a cold, clear understanding that rushed from your head down to your toes.
it was time. your duty. the consummation.
your fingers, trembling slightly, reached out and grabbed his hand. his grip was instantaneous, tight, almost crushing as he pulled you to stand. you rose, your wedding gown suddenly felt like a ridiculous, fragile costume.
as you stood, you noticed katsukiâs eyes flick to eijiro who sat on your other side, giving him a quick knowing look.
eijiroâs smile faded into a serious nod, his own crimson eyes understanding. they seemed to speak without words, a silent communication that made your eyebrows furrow.
what did that mean? what had they planned?
but before you could dwell, katsuki was pulling you away from the table, his stride long and purposeful. he didnât walk with you; he dragged you.
your hand was captive in his, and he led you through the archway out of the hall, into the colder, darker corridors of the castle. the warmth and noise of the feast died behind you, swallowed by the silence of the passageways.
katsuki looked intense, his profile sharp in the torchlight. his jaw was set, his brows slightly lowered. he didnât look at you as he walked, his focus was on the path ahead, on getting to where he needed to be.
silence filled the space between you, thick and heavy. it wasnât peaceful. it was a tension that crawled over your skin, a prickling awareness of where you were headed, of what was about to happen in the dark, private heart of his domain.
he didnât lead you to the wing where your chambers had been for the past few weeks. he turned down a different corridor, one guarded by two massive stone dragons carved into the archway. he stopped before a door of dark, aged oak reinforced with iron bands.
âthis is my chambers,â he said, his voice a low rumble in the quiet hall. ânow itâs ours. i had the servants move your things here this afternoon.â his tone was matter-of-fact, final. there was no discussion. this was where you would live⌠with him.
katsuki opened the door. it swung inward without a sound.
you were met with a room similar in structure to your old one but vastly different in spirit. it was bigger, dominated by a massive bed with a dark wood frame and black linens. the air smelled like himâlike smoke, leather, and something wild. weapons lay around not as decoration, but as tools temporarily set aside: a sword on a table, its edge gleaming; a pair of axes leaning against a chest; pieces of armor on a stand. scrolls and maps were piled haphazardly.
it was chaotic, masculine, and utterly his.
âitâs very⌠you,â you said softly, stepping inside after him.
âitâs a fucking room,â he grunted, closing the door behind you. the click of the latch was loud in the silence. âit serves its purpose.â
you turned to face him, now alone in the intimate space. the tension from the corridors condensed here, in the few feet of space between you. he finally looked at you directly, his sharp eyes sweeping over your body in the elaborate dress.
âyou wore this shit all day,â he stated, not a question. âmust be heavy.â
âthey told me it is the traditional gown of the scarlet region for a royal wedding,â you replied, your voice gentle. âthey told me it represents power and prosperity.â
âit represents a lot of fucking fabric,â he said, a slight, sharp smirk touching his lips. âyou look⌠good in it. but iâll prefer you without it.â
your cheeks warmed at his blunt words. you didnât know how to respond to such directness.
he stepped closer, until you were face to face. his warmth radiated against you. one of his calloused hands came up to gently play with a strand of your hair that had escaped its intricate styling.
the contrast was startling, the brute king touching you with such deliberate softness.
âdo you know whatâs about to happen now, hm?â he asked, his voice lower, gravelly.
you swallowed, your eyes wide. âi-i know my duty to my husband,â you whispered. âto⌠consummate the marriage. to bond both our kingdoms.â
his fingers continued their slow movement through your hair. âduty. bond.â he snorted softly. âi may be a brute, princess. i may be have a temper and called a barbarian. but i wonât do anything to you if youâre not ready.â the words were gruff, but the meaning underneath was startlingly clear.
he was giving you a choice, within the cage of this marriage.
your body reacted to his soft touches. a shiver went down your spine that wasnât entirely fear. your eyes closed for a moment, feeling the rough texture of his fingers against the sensitive skin of your neck, behind your ear.
it was soothing and terrifying all at once.
you opened your eyes to find him watching your face intently, studying every flicker of reaction.
âi⌠i want to,â you promised him, your voice timid but clear. âi am ready.â
a low sound, like a grumble of satisfaction, emanated from his chest. his eyes darkened, shifting from assessing to predatory. his fingers left your hair and traced down your shoulder to the back of your gown, finding the complex laces of the corset.
âyou love learning, right? reading those historical books,â he said, his voice now a seductive murmur as his fingers began to work the first lace. âso learn this. in the scarlet region, we donât consummate marriages like they do in other kingdoms. itâs not clinical. itâs not prude.â
another lace loosened.
your breath hitched as the structure of the dress began to give way.
âthey call us brutes. barbarians.â another lace. âand theyâre right.â the final lace came free with a soft pull. âwe fuck like animals. and tonight, i will make sure every single morsel and peasant in this kingdom knows what weâre doing. i wonât hold back.â
you shivered as his words washed over you, crude and thrilling.
the last of the fabric, freed from its bindings, pooled around your legs and slid to the floor with a whisper of silk. you stood before him, bare except for the delicate necklaces on your neck.
his eyes raked over your body, no longer obscured. his gaze was hot, possessive, and utterly focused. his warm, calloused hands followed his eyes, roaming everywhereâyour shoulders, the curve of your waist, the outside of your thighs. his touch was firm, mapping you.
your breathing became uneven, shallow as you watched him.
âfuck,â he breathed out, the word almost reverent in its roughness. âlook at you.â
then he grabbed you, not gently. his hands hauled you into his arms, your bare body pressing against the warm fabric of his attire. you felt the hard planes of his chest, the muscles of his arms. for a second, you were enveloped in his scent and strength before he threw you onto the bed. you landed on the black linens with a soft gasp, the cool fabric against your skin.
he hovered over you, still fully clothed, a giant silhouetted against the torchlight.
his eyes grew darker, hungrier. he didnât bother with ceremony. his own clothes were removed with swift, efficient movements, the ornate jacket torn off, the shirt pulled over his head and discarded carelessly on the ground, the trousers shoved down and kicked away until he was bare like you.
you shyly eyed his body from where you lay on the bed. he was⌠gorgeous. carved from muscle, scars mapping old battles across his skin.
âsee something you like, huh?â he growled, noticing your wide-eyed look.
âyouâre⌠very b-big,â you whispered, your politeness clinging to you even in this raw moment.
âha! damn right i am,â he said as he moved onto the bed, kneeling between your legs. his hands pushed your thighs apart, making you shyly whine at the sudden exposure.
your palms came up to push against his chest lightly, a reflexive gesture of modesty. âi⌠i havenât done anything like this before,â you confessed softly, your eyes pleading for understanding.
katsukiâs eyes softened for a fleeting moment. he leaned down, not entering you, but lifting himself up to kiss you.
it wasnât a gentle kiss.
his lips crashed onto yours, hot and demanding. his tongue invaded your mouth, a battle you couldnât hope to win but were compelled to join. there were bites; sharp nips on your lower lip that made you gasp, and shared spit, and breaths that grew ragged. you whined into his mouth, small sounds of overwhelm that only spurred him on. he groaned, a deep sound from his chest, and the wrestling of tongues was wet, messy, and utterly intoxicating.
âgonna taste every part of you, wife,â he muttered against your lips before breaking away.
he moved down your body, his hands holding your hips firmly. his mouth found your core, and he didnât hesitate. he ate you out with the same aggressive dedication he did everything else. his tongue was relentless, exploring, licking, pushing inside you while grunted against your skin.
âso fucking sweet⌠like a prize⌠all mineâŚâ
âs-shitâoh! katsuki⌠so g-goodâŚâ you moaned, a high, shaky sound.
katsuki groaned in between your thighs, his mouth moving messily on your mound, swishing vibrations through you that amplified the pleasure he was already giving you.
your body writhed on the bed from the shocking, unprecedented sensations crashing through you. your hands gripped the black sheets. you were confused by what you were feeling; this building, tightening coil of pleasure deep inside you, something you had no name for.
âi⌠f-feelânghhâŚâ you gasped.
âlet go,â katsuki commanded, his voice thick. âjust let go for me.â
and you did.
the coil snapped, and a wave of intense pleasure broke over you, making you arch off the bed with a sharp cry. he kept working you through it until you collapsed back onto the linens, trembling.
he moved back up, his body aligning with yours. his cock, heavy and hard, pressed against your slit.
âi canât fucking wait any longer. i need to be inside you⌠been wanting you since i laid eyes on you,â he said, his voice dark with promise. âiâm gonna enter you now and youâre gonna take all of me like a good wife, hm?â
you were delirious in pleasure. just from that one orgasm, you felt indescribable pleasure from your husband. slowly but surely, you wanted everything and anything he was willing to give you. âp-please.â you begged.
katsuki glided his cock into you slowly, an inch at a time. you moaned at the intrusion, a mix of pleasure from before and the new, stretching feeling. he grunted, his own control evident in the slow pace.
âso f-fuuucking tight⌠wrapping around me like a damn viceâŚâ he breathed.
you held onto him, your arms around his shoulders as he slowly inched deeper until he was fully seated inside you. it was a fullness that stole your breath, gasping as you clutched onto him. âhaââ
âpainful?â he asked, his eyes searching yours.
âa little⌠but⌠itâs fading,â you whined softly. âp-please⌠move.â
âhow can i deny such an honest plea?â katsuki teased, chuckling at your expression before he began to move.
his thrusts started slow but quickly gained speed and force. he fucked you on your back with a driving rhythm that shook the bed frame. each thrust punched a moan or a whine from your lips.
âoh! ahângh⌠sâgood.â you threw your head back.
âsuch a good little wife⌠taking her king so perfectlyâŚâ he growled, his praise landing on you like a brand, making you cling to him tighter.
he paused for a moment, looking down at where your bodies joined. âfuck⌠youâre so small⌠made for meâŚâ his thrusts became deeper, more harder. âgonna fill you up⌠gonna put my heirs right in here.â his desire was raw in his words, each slam of his hips a promise of possession beyond tonight.
âkatsuki⌠please!â you begged, your nails clawing down his back.
âplease what? need more, huh? you gonna cum again fro me?â katsuki groaned as he continued to plow into you.
âi⌠i donât knowâf-fuck!â you bit down on his shoulder as you ground up at him, meeting his thrusts.
âyou do know, baby. feel it. come undone for me again.â katsuki nipped at your ear.
and you did, another peak crashing over you as he drove into you relentlessly, his own release following with a roar that echoed in the dark chamber, filling you with his cum as he collapsed atop you, breathing heavily into your neck.
but he didnât stop.
the moment your second orgasm faded into tremors, katsuki kept driving into you, his hips setting a brutal, possessive rhythm that stole the air from your lungs. each thrust was a deep, claiming slam that made the bedposts creak in protest.
âk-katsukiâŚâ you moaned, the name a broken sound on your lips. your hands scrambled against his sweat-slicked back, fingers digging into the hard muscle.
âthatâs it, weâre not done yet. just like that, babyâoh, fuck,â he grunted, his voice rough with strain and pleasure. âmoan for me. let the whole fucking castle know who you belong to.â his own moans were guttural that vibrated through his chest into yours. âso fucking good. taking me like you were made for itâŚâ
katsukiâs hands, which had been braced on either side of your head, slid down to grasp your thighs. his calloused palms caressed the soft skin of your legs as he held them open, his grip firm, almost bruising in its intensity. he used that leverage to pound into you harder, deeper.
you arched off the bed, a sharp whine tearing from your throat as he hit a spot inside you that sparked white behind your eyelids. âright there⌠oh, gods, right there!â you sobbed.
âi know. found your sweet spot, huh? that feel good?â he growled, a smirk in his tone. âi feel you clenching around me, princess. greedy little thing.â
the sound of your bodies meeting was obscenely wet, a rhythmic slap of skin on skin that underscored every groan and whimper.
then, with a sudden, powerful shift, he manhandled you. his hands left your thighs to grip your waist, and in one fluid, dominant motion, he flipped the two of you around. you gasped as the world spun, finding yourself straddling him, his cock still buried impossibly deep inside you. the new position made you feel him even more profoundly, every inch of him stretching you.
âah! fuck!â you moaned, eyes wide, hands flying to his chest to steady yourself.
âlook at you,â he rasped, his vermillion eyes blazing up at you. âriding your king as if youâre riding a dragon yourself. so fucking perfect for me.â his hands settled on your hips, thumbs stroking the bone. âcâmon. show me what my good little wife can do.â
you were obedient, eager to please. tentatively, you lifted yourself up, a slow, trembling movement that made you both moan as he slid partially out. then you lowered yourself back down, sheathing him fully, a grunt punched from his lips.
âfuck yes. thatâs it⌠just like that,â he praised, his eyes watching your face with a dark, satisfied smirk. your expression was one of overwhelmed bliss, mouth slightly open, eyes glazed. he cooed at you, the sound strangely tender coming from him. âsuch a pretty queen. taking her king so well. now⌠set the pace fâme.â
your confidence grew with his constant praise. you started to bounce on him, slowly at first, then faster, finding a rhythm. each descent made your breath hitch, each rise brought a needy whine. your arched your back, your hair spilling over your shoulders.
âkatsuki⌠itâs so⌠i feel so fullâŚâ you whimpered.
âyou are full,â he agreed, his voice thick. âfull of me. and you look so fucking small wrapped around me⌠perfect fit.â his lust for you bled into the words, the awe in his gaze as he looked at where your bodies joined.
but the heat from the friction on your inner thighs began to burn, making you slow your movements with a pout and a soft whine of discomfort.
katsuki chuckled, a low, rumbling sound. âtired already? my delicate little flower.â he cooed at you, his thumbs still caressing your hips. âitâs okay. let me help, hm?â
instead of bouncing, you began to grind on him out of desperation. circular motion drew a deep groan from him. then you leaned forward, collapsing against his chest, tucking your face into the hot skin of his neck. you were surrounded by his scent, his heat, and it was intoxicating.
âplease⌠please, katsuki,â you begged, your voice muffled against him. âi needâfuck⌠i donât know what i need anymore⌠need more.â
âshhh,â he cooed, one hand cupping the back of your head, his fingers tangling in your hair. the other stayed on your hip, possessive. âi know what you need.â
katsuki planted his feet firmly on the bed, gaining leverage. and then, with a single, powerful beat of his hips, he started ramming up into you. he was fucking up into you from below, each upward thrust spearing you deeply, knocking the air from your lungs.
âahângh⌠yes! right there!â you shrieked, a sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure. your moans and whines became a continuous stream against his neck.
âjust let me do all the work,â he grunted, his own breathing becoming ragged. âa king serves his queen⌠especially in bed.â his thrusts were relentless, powerful pistons driving you up and down on his cock even as you lay pliant against him. you were putty in his hands, letting him use your body exactly as he wanted, your face hidden in the safety of his neck.
the sounds filled the room; his guttural grunts, your high-pitched whimpers, the wet slap of his hips meeting yours, the creak of the bed, the filth coming out of your husbandâs mouth. it was sinful.
âgonna breed you so deepâfuckâfill this perfect cunt with my heirs⌠mark you inside and outâŚâ
your only replies were broken syllables, your desire for his praise making you sing with every rough compliment.
katsukiâs thrusts started becoming erratic, sloppy, losing their military precision as his own peak approached.
âiâm close⌠fuck, Iâm so close,â you whined, your body tightening around him.
âi am too,â he gasped, his voice strained. he pulled back just enough to look at your face.
your expression was one of utterly ruined bliss. your eyebrows were drawn together, lips swollen and parted, eyes half-lidded and hazy. you looked so pretty to him, so perfectly claimed.
katsuki leaned up and placed a sudden, soft kiss on your forehead, a shocking gesture of tenderness amidst the carnal frenzy.
you clutched at his biceps, your nails biting into his skin. âk-katsuki⌠iâm gonnaâŚâ
he grunted, and with effort, he stopped thrusting.
before you could even whine in complaint at the denied release, his arms were scooping you up. katsuki stood from the bed in one powerful motion, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as you clung to him, his cock still buried to the hilt inside you.
âwh-whatâŚ?â you gasped, startled.
âtch. patience,â he growled, his own need evident in the tension of his body.
he gripped your thighs firmly, his hands huge and warm. and then he began to move you himself, bouncing you on his cock as he stood there, using the strength of his arms and the leverage of his stance to fuck you onto him.
the thought of it⌠of him manhandling you so easily, picking you up and using your body like this, made you physically shiver. that shiver traveled inward, making your inner walls clench tightly around him, which drew a ragged groan from his throat.
âfuck⌠you just got tighter,â he breathed, his pace increasing. âyou like that? like when i just take whatâs mine and use you?â
âyes⌠yes, i do like it. please⌠iâm close again, katsuki, pleaseâhaâŚâ you begged, your head falling back.
katsuki hummed, coaxing you over the edge. âgive me another one, my good girl. cum again for your king and iâll give you a reward.â
that promise, coupled with the overwhelming sensation of being fucked in mid-air by your powerful husband, was too much. a coil tightened deep in your belly, winding to its breaking point.
âshit! iâmâfuck, iâmâŚ!â
âthatâs it. let go,â he commanded.
âk-katsukiâŚâ you whine, the sound muffled, as another wave of sensitivity makes you clench around him, where heâs still buried deep inside you.
a low, guttural groan vibrates through his chest and into yours. âfuck,â he rasps, his voice wrecked. one large, calloused hand comes up to cup the back of your head, his fingers tangling in your disheveled hair.
âgonna make you cum again. come on, baby. come undone for me again. you want to, donât you?â
you nod frantically, a desperate little mewl escaping you as you moved desperately up and down on him.
âsay it.â
âyesâcum⌠gonna cum fâyou. only you.â
he smirks, that feral, triumphant curl of his lips while his free hand grips your hip, fingers digging in, helping you find a rolling rhythm even as he holds you locked to him. the sound of your slick skin meeting his, the wet slap of each movement, fills the heavy air of the chamber, mingling with his grunts and your broken cries.
âso good for me.â thrust. âso fuckinâ tight.â thrust. âall mine.â thrust. âgonna keep you full of me.â thrust. âalways.â thrust. âbreed you so deep youâll feel it for days.â thrust.
when the next orgasm rips through you, itâs slower, deeper, a molten unspooling that has you sobbing into his mouth, your body seizing around him in rhythmic pulses. he follows you over with a sharp, choked-off roar, his hips jerking up to bury himself to the hilt as he spills hot inside you, his grip on your hair tightening almost painfully.
before you can even form a coherent thought, heâs capturing your mouth again. this kiss is messy, sloppy, all hungry tongue and possessive pressure. itâs wet and it steals the air from your lungs. you can taste yourself on him, salty and sweet.
he pulls his head back just a few inches, his eyes blazing down at you, pupils blown wide with lust. his lips are swollen, his breathing harsh. âlook at you,â he growls, the words rough with awe. âmy perfect little wife. took me so damn well. fuckinâ gorgeous fâme.â
katsuki nuzzles into your hair, his lips brushing your temple. his voice is a low, satiated rumble. âsince youâve been so good⌠so obedient⌠you get your prize.â
prize? oh yeah, he said something about a prize. your hazy mind struggles to comprehend.
you feel him shift beneath you, still intimately connected, as he lifts his gaze from the top of your head to the chamber door.
âei. get in here.â
your entire body goes rigid. confusion floods you, cutting through the blissful fog. your eyes fly open, wide and bewildered, staring at the carved wood of the door.
eijiro? as in kirishima? now? why? while weâre⌠weâre like thisâŚ!
âkatsuki?â your voice is small, trembling. âwhat are you talking about?â
the door swings open silently. and there he is.
eijiro kirishima fills the doorway, his broad shoulders nearly touching the frame, his chest bare, the hard planes of his abdomen and the dark trail of hair leading downward on full display. his crimson eyes, usually so warm and friendly, are dark, intense, and they lock onto the two of you immediately⌠onto you, specifically.
was he outside this entire time?
you feel the burn of his gaze like a physical touch, sweeping over katsukiâs hands on your bare skin, over the curve of your spine, over the intimate join of your bodies.
a hot, shameful flush explodes across your face and chest. you try to shrink further into katsuki, but heâs already moving, walking with you still impaled on him, one arm hooked under your thighs. he walks you both towards eijiro, and the casual display of his strength makes your head spin.
âiâm not stupid,â katsuki says, nonchalant as if he wasnât still buried inside you. he stops a few feet from eijiro. âsaw the way he looked at you for weeks. like you were water in a desert. and youâŚâ he glances down at you, his smirk deepening. âyou greedy little thing got attached to your friendly dragon babysitter, didnât you? spoiled princess.â
your heart hammers against your ribs. âi didnâtâi didnât mean to make you feelââ
katsuki cuts you off with a low chuckle, his free hand stroking a soothing line down your sweat-damp back. âshh-shh. you didnât do a damn thing wrong, princess. you just⌠showed me something.â his eyes slide back to eijiro, hungry and possessive. âshowed me what turns my blood to fuckinâ fire. the depravity of it. the idea of him,â he thrusts up shallowly, making you gasp, âwanting whatâs mine. touching whatâs mine.â
he shifts his gaze fully to eijiro. âiâm right, arenât i?â
eijiroâs eyes havenât left you. a slow, deep hum resonates in his chest, a sound more beast than man. âi am bound to you, my king,â he says, his voice thicker, rougher than youâve ever heard it. âmy life is yours. my loyalty.â his tongue darts out to wet his lips. âand what is yours⌠is yours to command.â
katsukiâs grin is all sharp edges and dark promise. he looks down at you again, his expression turning curious. âso? is it okay with you, my greedy baby? if i share you? if he gets to have a taste of what belongs to me?â
the question is so blunt, so shockingly crude, that your mind blanks. but your body betrays you instantly. a violent, involuntary clench around katsukiâs still hard length, a fresh trickle of wetness that has nothing to do with fear.
katsuki grunts, his head throwing back with a sharp hiss. âfuck! see that, shitty hair?â he says, talking about you as if you werenât clinging to him. âgot even tighter just hearing it. her pretty little cuntâs begging for it.â
âseems eager to please,â eijiro murmurs, taking a step closer. the heat radiating from his body rivals katsukiâs.
âsheâs a good girl,â katsuki agrees, his voice dropping to a coaxing rumble directly in your ear. âarenât you? can you be good for me, hm? for us?â
the choice is no choice at all. not with katsukiâs seed still leaking from you, not with eijiroâs hungry eyes devouring you.
âyes, please. iâll do anything for you.â you nod, eagerly, desperately, a whine caught in your throat.
âgood,â katsuki purrs. he gives a single nod to eijiro.
in one smooth motion, katsuki pulls himself from your sensitive flesh, a gasp ripped from your lips at the sudden emptiness and the cool air on your wet skin. then his hands are on your waist, and heâs transferring your weight.
eijiroâs arms come up to catch you, and he is just as hot, just as solid as katsuki. youâre cradled against a chest that feels like carved stone, your bare skin flush against his, and you bury your flaming face in his neck, breathing in his scent of smoke, spice, and something wild.
katsuki strides over to a large ornate chair near the bed and sinks into it, sprawling with kingly indolence. heâs still gloriously naked, his cock hard on his belly. âalright,â he says, his voice a command. âi wanna watch. kirishima⌠eat her out. clean up my mess. then get her ready for you.â
eijiro lets out another one of those low, rumbling hums. âas my king commands.â he carries you to the bed as if you weigh nothing and lays you down gently on the rumpled silk. your eyes are glued to him as he hooks his thumbs in the waistband of his pants and pushes them down.
your breath hitches at the sight.
heâs⌠huge. thick and long, already fully erect, the tip flushed and leaking. the sight sends a jolt of pure, dizzying arousal straight to your already throbbing core.
âlike what you see, princess?â katsuki asks from his chair, a dark amusement in his tone. heâs lazily stroking himself, his eyes glued to the scene.
âsheâs blushing all over,â eijiro notes, his voice softening as he kneels on the bed between your spread legs. his gaze is a physical weight, traveling over every inch of your exposed body; your peaked nipples, the flutter of your stomach, the glistening, well-used flesh between your thighs, dripping with katsukiâs release. he leans over you, caging you with his arms, his face inches from yours. his eyes search yours. âcan i kiss you, sweetheart?â
you nod, wordless.
eijiro no longer waits. his mouth immediately captures yours.
itâs nothing like katsukiâs kiss. where katsuki is fire and possessive, eijiro is deep, lingering warmth. itâs sweet, almost reverent at first. a soft press of lips that quickly deepens into something more devouring. his tongue sweeps into your mouth, tasting you slowly, thoroughly. itâs no less possessive, but itâs a different kind of claim.
âgood girl,â katsuki grunts from the side. âlet him taste you.â
eijiro breaks the kiss with a soft sound, trailing his lips along your jaw, down the column of your neck. âso sweet,â he murmurs against your skin, his hot breath making you shiver. âso perfect.â he moves lower, taking a nipple into his mouth, suckling gently before swirling it with his tongue. he pays equal attention to the other, his hands skimming down your sides as he kisses a path over your trembling stomach.
he doesnât stop until his face is level with your aching core. the scent of sex and katsuki is thick in the air. eijiroâs eyes lock with yours, holding your gaze with an intensity that pins you to the bed.
âlick her clean, ei,â katsuki orders, his hand moving faster on his own length.
eijiro doesnât look away from you. âwith pleasure,â he rumbles.
his tongue was broad, hot, and surprisingly soft. it drags through your soaked folds in one long, deliberate stripe. he gathers katsukiâs cum and your own on his tongue, his eyes fluttering closed for a second as he savors it. a low groan vibrates from his throat into your flesh.
âfuck yes,â katsuki breathes. âdoesnât she taste so good?â
eijiro opens his eyes again as he hummed in agreement, watching your face as he does it again. and again. each slow, languid lap makes your back arch off the bed, a broken moan tumbling from your lips.
heâs cleaning you with a thoroughness that is obscene, worshipful, and unbearably erotic.
then he zeroes in on your clit.
his mouth closes over the swollen bud and he eats you like a man starved. his tongue flicks and circles, then presses hard and flat against you before spearing deep inside your entrance, fucking you with it, tasting both of you mixed together.
âoh godsâeijiro!â you cry out, one hand fisting in the sheets above your head, the other tangling in his red hair.
the sounds he was making were filthy. wet, sucking noises, his low growls of appreciation, your escalating whines and sobs.
âso good,â eijiro mumbles against your flesh, his words muffled. âtaste like heaven. so fucking perfect.â he shifts, his hands sliding under your thighs to hike them over his shoulders, spreading you wider, opening you up for his devouring mouth.
âthatâs it,â katsuki praises from his throne, his grunts joining the symphony. âmake her cum on your tongue. show me how good my wife tastes.â
you tear your eyes from the ecstasy on eijiroâs face to look at your husband. katsuki is stroking himself in earnest now, his gaze locked on where eijiroâs head is buried between your legs. he looks utterly captivated, a smirk of pure male satisfaction on his lips.
âk-katsuki! eijiâughângh,â you wail, feeling the coil within you wind impossibly tight.
âcum for him,â katsuki commands, his voice rough. âgive him your reward for being so patient.â
eijiro redoubles his efforts, sucking your clit into his mouth while thrusting two thick fingers inside you, curling them to stroke that perfect spot.
the dual assault shatters you. you scream, your body bowing off the bed as a brutal orgasm tears through you, your vision whiting out at the edges as you clamp down around his fingers.
eijiro rides it out with you, drinking every drop, until you collapse back onto the sheets, boneless and trembling. and when he finally lifts his head, his chin glistening.
âthatâs it, baby,â katsukiâs voice is a low, approving rumble as you tremble through the last waves of your climax under eijiroâs mouth. âso good for us. but weâre not done.â he stood up from his seat before standing in front of you, his fingers, still tangled in your hair, give a gentle but firm tug, guiding your face up to look at him. his eyes are molten, dark with a possessive heat that makes your insides flutter anew. âup. on your hands and knees for me. show me how well my queen can listen.â
your body, still humming with pleasure, obeys before your mind fully catches up.
you push yourself up, limbs shaky, and maneuver onto your hands and knees in the center of the massive bed. the silk is cool against your flushed skin. you feel exposed, vulnerable, and utterly wanton.
katsuki moves with a predatorâs grace. he moved to sit on the bed, positioning himself right in front of you. he shifts to sit up against the carved headboard, his back supported, his legs spread.
heâs the picture of royalty, a king surveying his spoils. and you are on display before him.
a moment later, the bed dips behind you. eijiroâs large, warm hands settle on your waist, his thumbs stroking the dip of your spine. he leans in, pressing a hot, open-mouthed kiss to the small of your back, then another higher up, his breath fanning over your sensitive skin.
a desperate, hungry sound escapes you, a whine thatâs almost a sob. you push your hips back instinctively, seeking more of his touch, more of anything.
the refined manners of the emerald kingdom, the years of etiquette lessons, the poised grace of a princessâitâs all gone, incinerated in the scarlet heat of this room, of these men.
you are need and hunger given form.
katsuki watches you, a low chuckle vibrating in his chest as he thought of the same thing. âlook at you,â he muses, his voice thick with dark amusement. âwhereâs my polite little princess now? huh? all those pretty curtsies and soft-spoken words⌠fucked right out of you.â he leans forward slightly, his gaze searing into you. âgood. that girl belonged to them. this?â he gestures at you, trembling and eager on your knees. âthis is mine. youâre my wife. my queen. and youâre in the scarlet region now. i could fuck you raw in front of my entire war council and not a single bastard would bat a fucking eye.â the sheer, brutal ownership in his words makes you clench around nothing, a fresh trickle of wetness slicking your inner thighs.
katsuki sees it, his smirk widening. âbut i wonât do that. âcause this⌠this filthy, desperate, perfect look on your face⌠thatâs for me. and for him.â he nods toward eijiro behind you. âno one else.â
his attention sharpens, focusing solely on you. his voice drops, softening into a coaxing, dominant croon thatâs somehow more overwhelming than his shouts. âcâmere, pretty. closer to me.â you shuffle forward on your knees until youâre between his spread legs, his hard, thick cock standing proudly just inches from your face. the musky, masculine scent of him is overwhelming.
âi know you havenât done this before,â he says, his tone surprisingly gentle, like heâs instructing you in a sacred rite. âthatâs okay. iâm gonna tell you exactly what to do. just be my good girl and follow my words, yeah?â
âi will. mâgood girl,â you nod, your eyes wide and fixed on him, on the ruddy tip already beading with pre-cum.
âyes you are,â he praises you. âfirst⌠just taste me. use that pretty little tongue.â
leaning forward, you tentatively extend your tongue and lick a slow, careful stripe over the broad head. the taste is salty, uniquely him, and it sends a jolt of pure lust straight to your core.
âfuck,â katsuki hisses, his hips giving a tiny jerk. âjust like that. perfect. so fuckinâ obedient for me.â his hand comes to rest on the top of your head, not pushing, just holding. ânow⌠wrap your hand around me. show me how big i am for my queen.â
you reach out, your fingers seeming so small as you wrap them around his girth. you canât quite close your thumb and forefinger. a soft, awed sound leaves your lips. â⌠so big.â
katsukiâs chuckle is ragged. âsee? you need both hands. go on.â
you bring your other hand up, stacking it over the first, and finally manage to form a loose ring around him. the heat of him is incredible, the skin like velvet over steel. you begin to stroke, up and down, watching in fascination as his expression tightens with pleasure.
âyes⌠just like that⌠f-fuck, your hands are so soft,â he groans, his head falling back against the headboard for a moment before he forces it up to watch you. âdoing so good. such a fast learner for me.â
meanwhile, eijiro is worshiping your back. his mouth is everywhere, sucking dark marks onto your shoulders, licking a hot path down your spine, biting gently at the swell of your ass. each touch, each possessive mark, makes you whimper and push back into him, your strokes on katsuki becoming less coordinated.
âso eager,â eijiro murmurs against your skin, his voice a gravelly vibration. âso perfect for him. for us.â
emboldened by their praise, by the fire coursing through your veins, you lean in again. this time, you drag your tongue from the very base of katsukiâs shaft all the way to the tip in one long, slow, wet lick.
katsukiâs reaction is instantaneous. a sharp, guttural âhnng!â rips from his throat, and his hand fists in your hair. âshit! whereâd that come from, you greedy little thing?â but heâs grinning, all fierce pride.
you donât answer with words, instead you open your mouth and take the head of his cock inside, sucking gently as you had seen done in erotic book and illustrations.
âoh, fuck yes,â he moans, his fingers tightening on your hair. âjust like that⌠take me deeper now. slowâjust like that. good girlâŚâ
you obey, sinking down inch by agonizing inch. heâs so big, stretching your lips wide, filling your mouth until you feel him nudge the back of your throat. your eyes water, but you hold there, breathing harshly through your nose.
âlook at that,â katsuki breathes, awe in his tone. he glances over your head, his eyes meeting eijiroâs. âsheâs taking me so well⌠now itâs your turn, ei. fuck her. fill her up while she sucks me off.â
eijiroâs answering growl is pure hunger. you feel the blunt, hot head of his cock nudge against your dripping entrance, still stretched and sensitive from before. âgonna put it in now, sweetheart,â he coos, his voice a rough contrast to his gentle warning. âgonna fill you up just like your husband wants.â
you moan around katsukiâs length, the vibration making him curse and thrust his hips up minutely.
the sensation is overwhelming. the stretch and burn as eijiro slowly pushes inside you from behind, and the heavy fullness in your mouth.
âthatâs it⌠take him,â katsuki groans, his hand guiding your head down a little further, helping you take more of him. âffuuuck, your mouth⌠so hot and tight.â
eijiro bottoms out with a deep, satisfied sigh, his hips flush against your ass. âgods⌠sheâs s-so tight,â he rasps.
then he begins to move. slow and deep thrusts that have you seeing stars. each forward drive pushes you further onto katsukiâs cock, making you gag softly. each withdrawal pulls a desperate whine from your throat.
âlisten to her,â katsuki pants, his own hips beginning to move in tiny counter-thrusts to eijiroâs rhythm. âlisten to those pretty little sounds she makes for us. fuck her harder, shitty hair. make her fucking feel good.â
eijiro obeys, his grip on your hips turning vice-like. his thrusts become harder, faster, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room accompanied by his guttural grunts and your muffled cries. âso good⌠taking us both⌠our perfect queen.â
katsukiâs control is fraying. his thrusts into your mouth become less measured, more urgent. âgonna cum⌠fuck, youâre gonna make me cum down your pretty little throat,â he snarls, his voice strained. he fists your hair tightly, holding you in place as his pace turns erratic. âyou want that? want me to cum in your mouth?â
youâre eyes stayed on his as you hummed in agreement.
âthen earn it, baby. cum for eijiro while you suck me like the good girl you are.â katsuki says.
the challenge, the sheer depravity of it, ignites something frantic in you.
determined to feel that shattering pleasure again, to please him, you bob your head faster, taking him as deep as you can manage, hollowing your cheeks and swirling your tongue around the sensitive head on each upstroke.
katsuki throws his head back with a ragged roar, his entire body tensing. âyes! just like that! fuck, baby! iâm gonnaâ!â
the first hot, salty pulse hits the back of your throat. he holds you there firmly as he empties himself with sharp, jerking thrusts, groaning your name mixed with filth and praise. âtake it all. swallow it⌠be a good girl for your husbandâŚâ
as you struggle to swallow, tears streaming down your cheeks, katsuki cups your jaw with his other hand, his thumb stroking your cheek. his eyes are blazing, demanding. âlook at me,â he commands, his voice raw. âgive me your eyes while you swallow my cum.â
you force your watery gaze up to meet his. the connection is electric, intimate and degrading all at once. you see the raw possession, the awe, the unadulterated lust as you gulp him down.
âso fucking good⌠perfect girl,â he whispers, his thumb wiping a stray tear. he glances at eijiro over your shoulder. ânow make my wife cum.â
with a look from katsuki, eijiro changes his angle, driving into you with deep, punishing strokes aimed directly at that spot inside you that makes you see white.
you fall forward, your arms giving out, but katsuki is there. you collapse against his chest, your face buried in his neck as eijiro pounds into you from behind. âah! hnghâf-fuuuck. mâclose. so close.â
âthatâs it⌠let go⌠cum on my cock,â eijiro grunts, his rhythm becoming brutal, relentless. âgonna fill you up⌠breed youâŚâ
katsuki holds you to him, one arm wrapped around your back, his other hand stroking your hair. his mouth is at your ear, a constant stream of filth and praise. âfeel him? feel how deep heâs fucking my cum deeper into you? youâre gonna be dripping with us for days⌠our perfect, shared little wife⌠come on⌠let me see you fall apart.â
âkatsuki, eiji!â you scream into katsukiâs skin as an orgasm more intense than any before tears through you, a convulsing, mind-breaking wave that has you clamping down on eijiro so hard he shouts.
âfuck! sheâsâ!â eijiroâs thrusts become erratic, then he slams home one final time, burying himself to the hilt as he roars his release.
you feel the hot rush of his seed joining katsukiâs inside you, the overwhelming fullness making you sob through the last tremors of your own climax. ângh⌠fuâno more. ahâŚâ
katsuki holds you through all of it, whispering praises into your hair. âi got you. just ride it out⌠thatâs my girl, took us both so wellâŚâ
slowly, gently, eijiro slips out of you, leaning forward to press a tender kiss between your shoulder blades. âyouâre incredible,â he murmurs, his voice reverent.
you are utterly spent, a boneless, trembling mess between them.
katsuki shifts, lying back and pulling you with him so youâre sprawled half on his chest. eijiro settles behind you, his big body curling around yours, one heavy arm draping over your waist to splay possessively on katsukiâs stomach. you are sandwiched in their heat, in their scent, filled with their essence.
the last thing you feel is katsukiâs lips brushing your forehead and his final, drowsy murmur. âours.â the last thing you hear is eijiroâs low, content hum of agreement against the back of your neck.
then the world dissolves into warm, dark, satiated nothing.
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valko is always there for you, especially on the bad days
a/n: idgaf actually . (lying) here is valko fluff and comfort , go forth my locusts, you know what to do đŚđŚđŚđŚđŚ
tags/warnings: valko comfort, mentions of being upset but not about what, valko helps you undress, mentions of valko taking ur bra off ,,, i think thatâs it !
âlong day?â the deep timbre makes your chest clench, dried tears staining your cheeks from the broken sobs youâd let loose while in your car.
âi didnât know you were gonna be here,â you mumble, not bothering to hide your emotions, there was no point. valko probably sniffed out your sour mood the second you pulled in.
âmissed you too much, doll,â he smiles softly, pushing himself off your couch and walking over to you. thereâs tears brimming in your eyes when he approaches you, eyes focused more on toeing your shoes off than looking at your lover. âyou wanna talk about it?â his voice is gentle, warm.
you bite your bottom lip to stop it from wobbling. you throw your keys in the small wolf shaped catch-all valko had bought you. valko hears your breath hitch, a frown on his face as he immediately steps closer you.
âcâmon dollface,â he doesnât waste time in spinning you around softly, calloused thumb wiping away your tears as he smiles down at you. âitâll be okay, i promise you.â his lips land on your forehead, brushing away any stray hairs.
âyou hungry? I can order us some dinner,â you stay quiet at his words, your face buried in his chest as you let out quiet sobs.
âeverything fucking sucks val,â you manage out, stepping back and angrily wiping your tears, âi finally had something i was so excited for and they just-â your voice cracks on the last word, valko wants to kill whoever made you this upset.
you bury your face in your hands, body shaking as you try and calm yourself down. valko doesnât hesitate to sweep you up into his arms, biceps flexing as he cradles you. instinctively, your arms wraps around his neck, letting your head rest on his shoulder as you sniffle.
valko doesnât say anything as he carries you to the bathroom, shifting you to carry you in one arm as he turns the water on for you.
âw-what are you doing?â you ask quietly, wiggling slightly as a sign for him to put you down. he complies immediately, gingerly lowering you until your feet are firm on the ground.
âdidnât you tell me there wasnât anything a warm shower couldnât fix after i couldnât get my research right?â thereâs the slightest teasing lilt to his voice, you want to roll your eyes at him.
âwell yeah but-â you try and protest, valko raises his eyebrows, your rebuttal dies on your lips.
âand youâre using the expensive body wash i got you, no butsâ he smiles, stifling his laughter when you grumble at his words. he waits for a moment before turning to step out of the bathroom, immediately halting when he feels your hand on his wrist. âwhat is dollface?â
you stare into his amber eyes for a second, stomach flipping at the concern swimming in them. âdo you think⌠can you stay with me?â valko canât stop his ears and tail from popping out, tail wagging incessantly at your words.
âi will always stay with you, no matter what.â the conviction and firmness in his voice make your eyes water once more, and his steadfast façade shatters immediately. his arms are around you before you can process anything, pulling you into his chest and squeezing you. âdonât cry baby, Iâm right here, Iâll always be right here,â the waver in his voice makes you smile slightly.
god heâs so helpless. you love him.
valko wastes no time in helping you undress, he taps your arms gently, a signal for you to lift them up as he takes your shirt off. you blush as his breath catches in his throat when he sees you.
âyou act like you donât see me naked everyday,â you huff, goosebumps rising on your skin as his fingertips ghost over your skin before unhooking your bra.
he places a feathery kiss to your shoulder, slowly slipping the strap down your arm and sniffing at your neck. he hums as he kisses your jaw. âdoes a sunset get less breathtaking because youâve seen it the day before?â you canât stop the smile that breaks onto your face, cheeks heating up.
âstupid wolf,â you smile, holding onto his broad shoulders as he helps you out of your bottoms. he nips at your thighs, giggling as he sinks his sharp canines gently into your skin, not enough to even leave a mark.
âyour stupid wolf.â
you roll your eyes, âyes, my stupid wolf.â
valko helps you into the shower, rinsing your hair and helping you shampoo, gently washing your body as you ramble to him of whatâs bothering you. he listens attentively, nodding along to your words and pouting when your voice wavers again. whether out of anger or sadness, maybe a mix of both, fresh tears spill out of your eyes.
âmaybe itâs stupid for me to be so upset about it, but i was really excited,â you murmur, letting the hot water hit your skin and sighing sadly.
ânothing you feel is ever stupid, itâs okay to feel how you do, itâs normal.â his voice is even as ever, squeezing the last bit of conditioner out of your hair before reaching over you and shampooing his own hair quickly. you stare at him with a small smile and gleaming eyes.
you giggle as he rinses his hair quickly, shaking his head rapidly to get as much water off him as possible.
youâre both quiet as he helps you out of the shower, drying you with a fluffy towel before wrapping you in it, carrying you to your shared bed and setting you down. he hums softly as he opens your closet and drawers, grabbing your favorite pajamas and handing them to you.
âgonna place the order for food and Iâll be back, okay?â you nod in response, smiling when he blows a kiss your way with an over exaggerated âMWAH!â before leaving you to your own devices.
the silence of your bedroom is consuming, but the hollowness that once filled your heart is filled.
you donât feel sad as valko walks in minutes later with a horrible wolf pun. you smile as he drowns you in cuddles and kisses, his tail wagging wildly at the sound of your giggles. your heart is warm and your mind at ease as he pulls you closer to him, sweet nothings leaving his lips as he comforts you.
âwhen you have a bad day, i hope you can find comfort in the fact ill still be here for you, waiting for you to come home to me.â
The bedroom was painfully quiet. Not because there wasn't any sound. There was, The soft zip of a duffel bag. The rustle of neatly folded clothes. The faint clink of metal as chargers, keys, and other necessities disappeared one by one into carefully packed luggages. But because the silence between the two of you was deafening.
You sat quietly on the edge of the bed, your hands folded tightly in your lap. Your eyes never left Valko. His back faced you as he moved around the room. His bright red hair caught the afternoon light pouring through the curtains, glowing almost warmly despite how cold everything felt. Every now and then, he'd hum under his breath, a habit of his whenever he was concentrating. It was the same absentminded tune he'd hum while cooking, while working, while clinging to you from behind because he decided personal space was a nonexistent. And normally, it would've made you smile.
But today only made your chest ache as you watched him fold another shirt, then another. Every item he packed felt like another reminder that he was leaving.
Your vision blurred and you blinked rapidly. No. Don't cry. Not yet. He still hadn't turned around. So you bit your lip so hard it almost hurt. A tear slipped down anyway. Then another. You hurriedly wiped them away with the sleeve of your sweater before more could follow, lowering your head so he wouldn't notice.
He kept packing. Completely unaware. "...Love?" His voice was gentle. "So sorry, could you hand me the things on the counter?" You inhaled sharply. "Okay." Your voice came out embarrassingly small. You stood up anyway, quickly dragging the heels of your palms beneath your eyes before walking toward the counter. His watch. Wallet. His glasses. You gathered everything carefully. Another shaky breath. Don't cry. Please don't cry.
You walked back over, stopping just behind him. He still hadn't turned around. "...Here." You held the items out. He reached back without looking then his fingers brushed yours. And instead of taking the things. His hand wrapped around your wrist. Your breath caught and before you could react, he tugged. A soft yelp escaped you as your body stumbled forward. Straight into him. The items nearly slipped from your hands. His arms were already around you, strong, warm, secure.
He buried his face against your shoulder, holding you so tightly it almost hurt. "...I know." Two words. That was all it took and something inside you shattered. A broken sob ripped from your throat before you could stop it. Your hands flew to the front of his shirt, fists clutching the fabric desperately as tears poured freely down your cheeks.
"No." Another sob. "No..." You hit his chest, not hard but just enough to vent the overwhelming ache threatening to suffocate you. "I don't want you to go!" Another punch. "I don't want you to leave!" Your fists kept landing weakly against him. Again, and again and again. "I hate this!" Thump. "You're leaving me!" Thump. "I don't want you to go..." Your voice cracked so badly the words dissolved into sobs. "You promised to stay forever!" You buried your face against him, clutching his shirt so tightly your knuckles turned white. "Please..." Another broken sob. "Please don't go..."
Valko didn't move away. Didn't stop you. Didn't let go. He simply held you tighter. One hand slid up to cradle the back of your head while the other rubbed slow circles against your trembling back. "I'm sorry..." His own voice sounded quieter now. "I'm so, so sorry." He pressed his forehead against your hair. "I know." A kiss landed gently on top of your head. "I know, sweetheart." Another trembling apology. "I'm sorry."
Your fists had weakened into desperate grips, fingers twisting helplessly into the front of his shirt. "You don't have to go..." You could barely get the words out between sobs. "You don't..." His embrace tightened. "If I could stay..." He swallowed. "I would." You shook your head violently. Then his voice cracked just enough for you to hear it. "But I can't." You cried harder. He whispered it against your hair. "I love you." Another kiss. "I love you so much." Your fingers only clenched tighter. "I'm sorry."
His hand continued stroking your back, slow and comforting despite the way your body shook uncontrollably against him. "I'm sorry I have to leave." Another broken sob escaped you. "I don't want to let go..." "You don't have to." He answered immediately. "So don't." His chin rested gently atop your head. "We'll stay like this for a little longer." He closed his eyes, holding you as though committing the feeling to memory. "I've got you." Another soft kiss. "I'm sorry."
And all you could do was cry into the arms of the man you loved, wishing that if you held him tightly enough. Maybe the world would stop asking him to leave.
[âdark-night-hero] 2026°
: i made this and uploaded this before caleb fiance 3 (its almost done but i couldn't stop crying and crashing out so i couldn't just focus on it and need to lock in aka. Vent out my feelings) I AM SO FUCKIBG SAD AHHHHH
your thumb gently brushed over the bridge of megumiâs nose as you smiled down at him.
the two of you were laying in bed together, moonlight filtering through the window and illuminating a sliver of his face.
he was shirtless, neck and collarbone littered with soft purple marks, left by you earlier that night. his hair was mussed from you tugging at it. but he looked so beautiful.
âwhatâre you doingâŚ?â he grumbled, one eye opening to peek up at you.
âyou look so pretty, baby.â you whispered, the pad of your thumb brushing his sharp jawline now, tracing it gently.
âshut up..â he murmured, but there was no real conviction to his words. the faint blush on his cheeks betrayed his stubborn attitude.
âiâm serious. how is your face so perfect?â you asked, eyes fixed on his long lashes. he opened his mouth to protest, but you cut him off.
âiâm jealous of you. your nose is so cute and small,â you traced the bridge of his nose again.
âand your skin is so smooth, and clear.â you continued, fingers brushing his cheeks.
his eyebrows furrowed, and he avoided your gaze, clearly flustered.
âand your lashes genuinely piss me off. why are they so long and perfect.â you mutter, leaning so close to him that your lashes practically brushed against his.
âthey piss you offâŚ?â he repeated, voice soft and a little confused. he never understood you when you got like this.
âyeah. like, you donât even need serums or extensions or anything. theyâre just⌠like that.â you murmur, pulling away and looking down at him, your gaze tracing his features and falling to his lips.
without another word, you leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to his pink lips.
yeah.
his lips were perfect too.
||a/n: oh my sweet sweet megumi. save me megumi fluffâŚ
bestfriend!yuji who thinks that he has no chance with you (he definitely does)
fluff
it was getting entirely out of hand, to the point where megumiâs left eye had developed a microscopic, rhythmic twitch whenever all of you were in the same room.
there was a distinct difference between being a good friend and whatever it was that yuji was doing. yuji wasnât operating on normal human frequencies anymore; he was a highly concentrated wave of devotion that required him to subconsciously monitor your exact coordinates, comfort levels, and nutritional needs at all times. the truly agonizing part of this whole situation was that yuji honestly, genuinely believed he was pining from a tragic, unrequited distance.
âman,â yuji sighed, his chin resting heavily on his arms as he slumped over the small wooden table in the break room. he looked like a golden retriever that had been left out in the rain, despite the fact that he was perfectly dry and had eaten three bowls of rice an hour ago. âi just... i donât know how guys like gojo-sensei do it. how do you even get someone like that to notice you? sheâs so cool. fushiguro, be honest, do you think she likes guys who can cook? i could learn how to bake those fancy little french pastries. the ones with the layers. do you think sheâd like that?â
megumi didnât look up from his book. he simply turned the page, his knuckles whitening slightly against the paper. âitadori. you made her bento this morning. it was shaped like a bear.â
âthat was just a nutritional baseline!â yuji defended instantly, sitting up with a look of pure, desperate longing in his eyes. âa person needs a balanced breakfast! that doesnât mean she wants to hold my hand during a movie! iâm practically invisible to her, man. iâm just the guy who hangs around and breathes her oxygen. if i asked her out, sheâd probably laugh and think i was pulling a prank. my heart would literally disintegrate into ash. like a cursed spirit, fushiguro. gone.â
megumi finally closed his book with a soft, ominous thud. he stared at his friend, trying to calculate how much brain damage yuji had sustained in his life to arrive at this specific level of dense. âyesterday, she said she was slightly warm, and you constructed a makeshift fan out of cardboard within four seconds. you didnât even use cursed energy. you just moved your hands really fast.â
âthatâs just basic manners!â
âyou carried her up three flights of stairs because her shoelaces were untied and you didnât want her to trip,â megumi countered, his voice dangerously level.
âthe stairs were slippery!â yuji wailed, burying his face in his hands. âyou donât get it. sheâs like... a masterpiece. and iâm just a guy who knows how to do a kickflip. i have no chance. zero. negative numbers.â
before megumi could commit a felony, the sliding door opened, and you walked in alongside nobara. the second your shoes crossed the threshold, yujiâs entire posture changed. it was an instantaneous shift; his spine straightened, his ears practically perked up, and his eyes locked onto you with a degree of focus usually reserved for high-stakes exorcisms.
âhey,â you said, offering a small, tired smile as you dropped into the empty chair next to yuji. âthe training grounds are freezing today. i think the wind is coming straight from the mountains.â
yuji didnât say a word. he didnât even look at his own hands as they moved with the practiced efficiency of a surgeon. within three seconds, he had took off his oversized, fleece-lined red hoodie, shrugged it off himself, and gently helped you put it on. he tucked the soft fabric around you, his fingers lingering for just a fraction of a second against your collarbone to make sure the chill was sealed out, before pulling his hands back and shoving them into his uniform pockets.
âthanks,â you mumbled, instantly buried in his warmth and the faint, comforting scent of laundry detergent and whatever body wash he used. you pulled the sleeves over your hands, sinking into the collar.
âyeah, of course,â yuji said, his voice dropping into a soft, casual register that completely contradicted the fact that his internal organs were currently performing backflips. âcanât have you catching a cold. youâve got that exam tomorrow, right? need your brain working at a hundred percent.â
nobara paused, her hand hovering over the back of a chair as she watched this sequence of events play out. she looked at yuji, then at you buried in his giant hoodie, then over at megumi, whose jaw was clenched so tightly he looked like a gargoyle.
âhey, yuji,â you said, reaching into your pocket and pulling out a slightly bruised mandarin orange youâd grabbed from the cafeteria. âdo you have a knife? the skin on this one is really thick.â
âi got it,â he said immediately.
he took the orange from your hand. yuji didnât use a knife. he used his thumbs, peeling the rind away in one seamless, removing the little white strings so you wouldnât have to deal with the mess. his fingers were steady, careful, and incredibly gentle as he split the fruit into perfect, individual segments. he laid them out neatly on a clean napkin heâd pulled from literally nowhere, pushing the finished product toward you with a small, encouraging nod.
âthere you go. the sweet ones are usually the smaller pieces,â he murmured, his eyes tracking your expression to ensure you were satisfied.
âyouâre a lifesaver,â you said, popping a segment into your mouth.
yujiâs face remained entirely neutral, but megumi could see the way the boyâs legs were practically vibrating under the table from the sheer rush of being praised. it was pathetic. it was magnificent. it was driving megumi to the brink of insanity.
âso,â nobara started, leaning against the counter and crossing her arms. her eyes narrowed as she watched yuji reach over, pick up your heavy leather canvas bag from the floor, and settle it comfortably over his own knee so it wouldnât get dirty. âitadori. can i ask you a question?â
âhmm?â yuji looked up, his hand still resting protectively near your side of the table. âwhatâs up, kugisaki?â
âwhat did you do an hour ago?â
âi went to the convenience store down the street,â he said, blinking innocently.
âand what did you buy?â
âoh! i got that specific chocolate drink with the milk and two pumps of vanilla. the one with the extra meringue sprinkled on top.â yuji reached down into his bag and pulled out the plastic cup, which was perfectly chilled, sweating slightly against his palm. he placed it right next to your napkin of oranges, straw already unwrapped and inserted. âhere. they finally had the good meringue back in stock.â
you blinked, looking up from your fruit. âwait, really? they told me yesterday they were out until next week.â
âi asked the guy to check the back crates,â yuji said, giving you a bright, close-eyed grin that could have easily powered a small metropolitan area. âtold him it was an emergency. he found a whole tin of it.â
megumi made a sound in the back of his throat that sounded like a dying bird.
nobara stared. she stared at the chocolate drink, then at the peeled oranges, then at the enormous red hoodie currently engulfing your torso. she looked at yujiâs face, which was full of nothing but pure, desperate desire to please you, completely devoid of any realization that he was acting like a husband of ten years.
slowly, with the deliberate precision of a predator stalking its prey, nobara walked around the table. she didnât say a word until she was standing directly behind yuji. then, with a sudden, violent burst of movement, she reached down, grabbed a fistful of his inner uniform collar, and yanked him backward out of his chair.
âwoah! kugisakiâchoking! choking!â yuji gasped, his hands flying to his throat as she dragged him a few feet away from the table.
âshut up,â nobara hissed, her voice a terrifying whisper as she pointed a manicured finger directly at you, who was currently taking a sip of the perfectly customized latte. âlook at that. look at her.â
âiâm looking!â yuji squeaked, his cheeks flushing a violent, immediate pink. âshe looks great! the hoodie suits her, right? do you think i should buy her one for her birthday? or is that too forward? maybe a scarf? a scarf is saferââ
âyuji,â nobara interrupted, her voice dropping into a range that promised physical violence. âwhat the hell? i thought you guys were dating?â
yuji froze. his entire body went rigid, his eyes widening to the size of dinner plates as his brain completely stalled out, the gears grinding to a screeching halt. âw-what?â he whispered, the syllable popping out of him like a deflating balloon. âdating? us? no! no way! weâre notâi mean, i wish, but no! why would you say that? donât say that out loud, sheâll hear you and get weirded out and then iâll have to move to a different country!â
âare you sharing a single brain cell with the curses you fight?â nobara demanded, shaking him by his collar until his pink hair flew in every direction. âyou peeled her fruit! you gave her your clothes! you went into the back storage room of a convenience store for a specific topping because she mentioned it once days ago!â
âthatâs just being neighborly!â yuji yelled back in a panicked whisper, his hands flailing. âif fushiguro wanted an orange, iâd peel it for him too!â
âif you touch my food, i will sever your fingers,â megumi said from the table, not looking up.
âsee? fushiguroâs just picky!â yuji argued, turning back to nobara with a look of absolute, soul-crushing earnestness. âiâm not dating her, kugisaki. iâm just... trying really hard to be a good friend so she keeps letting me sit next to her. if i told her how i actually feel, sheâd realize iâm just a big dummy who follows her around like a stray dog.â
nobara let go of his collar so abruptly that yuji stumbled backward, hitting the wall with a soft *thud*. she stared at him, her expression a mix of profound disgust and deep, spiritual exhaustion. âyou.. are a medical marvel,â she muttered, rubbing the bridge of her nose. âi genuinely donât know how you survive on a daily basis.â
âhey, yuji?â your voice cut through the tension, clear and soft from across the room.
yuji was back at the table before nobara could even blink, his entire demeanor resetting into that attentive, hovering stance. âyeah! whatâs up? is the drink bad? is it too sweet? i can go backââ
âno, itâs perfect,â you said, looking up at him through your eyelashes, your fingers curling around the warm ceramic of your hands inside his large sleeves. a very real, very noticeable shy smile had crept itâs way to your pretty face. âi was just wondering... if you werenât busy tonight, maybe you could help me study? and... i donât know. we could get dinner after? just the two of us?â
yuji stopped. the entire world seemed to drop away around him. his heart gave a massive, violent thud against his ribs, his chest tightening in a way that had absolutely nothing to do with training or stamina. he looked at the shy smile on your face, the way your fingers were twisting the hem of his hoodie, and something in his chest completely melted into puddle of warm, gooey mush. he knew damn well he didnât know shit about math.
âyeah,â yuji said, his voice softer than usual, a genuine, completely unforced smile breaking across his face as he leaned down slightly, bringing himself to your eye level. âiâd love to. iâll make sure you pass that test, okay? whatever you want to eat, itâs on me.â
from the corner of the room, nobara let out a loud, dramatic groan, throwing her hands in the air as she turned toward the exit. âi canât do this anymore. fushiguro, weâre leaving before the sheer density of his skull creates a black hole and swallows the school.â
âagreed,â megumi said, already standing up and slipping his book into his pocket, passing yuji with a look that said you owe me your life.
as the door slid shut behind them, yuji didnât even notice. he was already pulling up another chair, drawing himself right next to you, his shoulder brushing against yours as he reached out to slide the rest of the oranges closer to your hand.
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yuuji itadori who's just too cute, you want to jump him all the time. Ë.âŚ
Your boyfriend is too cute, too much even from you. He can be just sitting there, doing nothing and when he spots you, a big dumb smile appears in his face, making his cheeks rise up and his eyes smaller. And you suddenly have the urge to bite his cheeks and kiss him all over his face.
Adding to that, he's always so soft spoken, whispering or almost purring when he talks to you, lowering his head so you can hear him perfectly. It makes you want to shake him really hard, ugh!
"You're back!" he says, his whole face lights up. You were just gone for five minutes to get popcorn. "I missed you. C'mon, lets choose the movie now."
He's doing it on purpose at this point. The smile, the soft voice, patting the space next to him for you to sit. He wants to drive you crazy. You can hear him talking in the background as he goes through the catalogue of movies, making comments about whatever. Blah, blah, blah.
You plop down beside him, trying to play it cool, but your hands are already itching.
"Yuuji, stop being so... you. It's not fair!" You poke his cheek instead of biting it and he just laughs, really not understanding the situation.
"What? What'd I do?" He leans in closer, eyes wide and innocent, but there's that playful spark in them. His voice drops even softer, almost a murmur against your ear. "Tell me, babe. I'll fix it."
Ugh, that does it. You grab his face with both hands, squishing those cheeks until his lips pucker out like a fish.
"This! This right here! You're too cute, it's criminal. I wanna shake you until all that adorableness falls out, or kiss you until you can't breathe, orâargh!"
You plant a quick peck on his nose, then his forehead, then rapid-fire on his cheeks, and he bursts into giggles, trying to wriggle away but not really trying at all.
"Wait, waitâhey!" he protests through laughter, his big hands coming up to gently hold your wrists, but he's not pulling you off. If anything, he's pulling you closer. "You're the one attacking me now? I was just sitting here!"
"Yeah, exactly! Sitting there being all smiley and perfect!" You release his face only to wrap your arms around his neck, burying your face in the crook of his shoulder. "I can't handle it. You're like a puppy that grew up into a giant teddy bear who can punch demons."
He hums contentedly, arms sliding around your waist in that effortless way of his, pulling you right into his lap like it's the most natural thing.
And oh, the hugs. God, the hugs from Yuuji are on another level. It's not just the way his strong, lean arms envelop you completely, like he's shielding you from the whole world (which, given his line of work, he kinda does on the regular). It's the warmth, the way he tucks his chin over your head and sighs like he's finally home. His chest is solid but soft in all the right places from all that training, rising and falling with steady breaths that sync up with yours almost instantly. He hugs like he means itâfull body commitment, no half-measures, fingers tracing lazy circles on your back that send little shivers up your spine.
"See? This is why I put up with your attacks," he teases, voice muffled against your hair. His head dips lower, lips brushing your temple. "Hugs make everything better. Right?"
You melt into him, aggression forgotten for a moment as you snuggle deeper. "Mmm, yeah. Your hugs are the best. I could stay here forever and never complain about anything again."
"Oh, but I love when you complain. You get a cute wrinkle right," he puts his finger between your eyebrows, "here."
And now you are punching him in the arms.
"Ow! Ow! Ow!" he squeaks, not really feeling anything. His arms tighten in your waist to pull you closer.
"I don't get wrinkles anywhere, you dork!" You try to squirm away, but he really is strong. "Yuuji, c'mon!"
You keep squirming until you can't find another escape than biting his shoulder.
He jumps right away. "Argh! Did you just bite me? For real?"
You pull back just enough to flash him a triumphant grin, teeth still lightly imprinted on the fabric of his hoodie (and maybe a tiny bit on the skin underneath).
"You earned it, mister. Calling me wrinkly? Big mistake."
Yuuji's eyes go comically wide, one hand flying to his shoulder like you've mortally wounded him.
"I said cute wrinkle! Cute! There's a difference!" He rubs the spot dramatically, then narrows his eyes at you in mock accusation.
You swat his hand, rolling your eyes. "Don't be so dramatic, babe, I know it didn't even hurt."
He tries to hide his smile. "Yeah, well, the emotional damage is there too."
"Whatever makes you sleep at night." You tell him before wrapping your hands around his neck, nails grasping the back of it in the spot that makes him shiver.
"Do you remember when we were trying to watch a movie?" he asks with his lips ghosting yours.
"Shhh," you press a finger in his lips, but he's already pulling the hand away.
He closes the distance slowly, deliberately, like he's savoring every millimeter. When his lips finally meet yours, it's achingly soft. No rush, no fireworks exploding, just the gentle press and pull, warm and unhurried. One of his hands cups the back of your neck, thumb stroking along your jaw in lazy little circles, while the other slips under your back to hold you closer.
You melt into it, fingers threading through his hair, tugging him down until there's no space left between you. The kiss deepens just a fraction, but now there's the tiniest hint of hunger underneath, like he's been holding back for hours and finally gets to let go a little.
When he pulls back, he's as flushed as the first time you've ever kissed him, and his smile never left his face.
"Ugh, so cute," you mutter before diving back to another kiss.
summary: Aang only wanted a peaceful training session. You had very different plans.
warnings: fluff, suggestive content, established relationship, reader is down bad, sexual references, soft Aang, mutual pining, flirting, teasing, implied intimacy, a bit smutty, MDNI;
word count: 0,6k
You watch the way his muscles flex then relax, the way his body moves with the fluidity of wind itself. Sweat rolls off his chest and forehead as he trains, each motion steady and precise.
Aang has always been a devoted man.
To you. To the world. To his training sessions that are almost sacred to him. Thatâs how he keeps his discipline. Thatâs how the monks have taught him since he was a kid. He often used training to clear his mind, and it was also one of the moments in which he could let go.
Everytime he trains, he is so attentive and focused. So invested in the moment.
Just like when you two make love.
Oh, and the grunts he makes every time he strains too hard or puts too much force â low and rough â they donât help at all. They make you completely disregard the book thatâs been sitting in your lap for the past 20 minutes.
Your mind already wanders far, far away from those pages and goes straight to you leaving scratches on his back, while he buries himself deep inside you, pulling out the most obscene sounds from you,
And before you can even stop yourselfâ
âDid you know you grunt the same way when weâre having sex?â
You suddenly speak, breaking the silence of the room.
Aangâs arms freeze mid-motion. His glider slips right out of his hands, clattering to the ground and sliding a few meters away with a loud thud. His body stays suspended in that awkward, strained position with his legs apart, torso turned halfway.
Thereâs a long silence from his side.
Your soft chuckle makes him turn his head towards you. His eyes are half-lidded now, breath uneven, chest rising and falling a little faster than before.
âYou canât say that,â he sighs, straightening up slowly, as he exhales a deeper breath, trying to recover his composure.
âBut itâs true,â you shrug, casually closing your book as if you hadnât just wrecked his entire focus.
Aang lets out a quiet, disbelieving breath through his nose.
âThank you for being truthful,â he says, voice dripping with sarcasm, keeping himself from rolling his eyes. âNow I canât focus anymore.â
You suppress your smile as you set the book aside and stand, stretching lightly, completely unbothered.
âWe can do another type of training if you want,â you say, eyes slowly dragging over his form.
He frowns slightly, catching your tone immediately.
âNo, I still have a lot of energy andââ
âWhat? You think I canât take it?â you interrupt, smiling now, challenging.
Your question makes him pause.
Aang exhales, looking away for a second like heâs trying to regain control of the situation, but itâs already slipping through his fingers. Or he never really had it to begin with.
âYou really like to push me,â he says softly, shaking his head, voice gentler like always. He looks at you like he already knows heâs lost this argument.
He knew it wasnât a good idea to let you keep him company during these moments, but Aang could never really say no to you.
Even the Avatar is a weak man when it comes to his lover.
âAnd you let me every time,â you remind him, stepping closer just slightly. âSo letâs train together?â
Aang exhales through his nose, a faint blush creeping up his cheeks as he looks to the side, clearly trying to hide it but failing miserably.
Yeah. The weakest.
âLead the way,â he finally nods, quieter now, while walking towards his glider to pick it up since his dignity was nowhere to be found.
"you have the prettiest pussy," aang murmurs, reverent in the way he's touching it with the most gentle caress. his fingers graze over swollen lips, spread them wide so he can stare at a throbbing clit that's calling out to his mouth. "how is it so perfect? how are you so perfect?"
"shut up," you mumble, embarrassed with your hands covering your too-warm face. "just, hnngh, stop playing with it."
"but i love playing with her." aang feigns a pout, grey eyes flicking up to stare at you almost pitifully. "you're always hide your true emotions but she's more honest." as if on cue, your hole flutters and spills out a line of slick. "see? she's talking to me right now."
you aim a kick at his head, too flustered to aim which is his luck. he catches your foot, lays a kiss in its sole and smiles when you tremble. "that was mean," he tsks before settling your leg over his shoulder. "and to think i was gonna treat you so well too."
"you're annoying," you try to hiss but it tumbles out as a whimper when aang slides a finger through your soaked slit. "haah, i'm gonnaâ"
"gonna do what?" aang interrupts, using that same finger to rub teasing circles against your clit. the added slick only heightens his touch over the bundle of nerves and your hips are jerking up as you gasp, mouth dropping open. "kill me when this is done? you can try but i think you'd be too fucked out to do anything."
he sees that you're about to retaliate but aang doesn't let you, timing it just right as he fills your dripping hole with that finger still. the slight stretch has you stuttering, hands coming to clutch at the hem of yourâhisâshirt. your pussy clamps around his finger beautifully, his hard cock twitching in jealousy.
"what was that?" aang teases, starting a thrusting rhythm that has you squirming, sweet little whines escaping your throat. "did you want to say something?"
your pretty face has crumpled under mounting pleasure, a line of drool already pouring down your open mouth as you choke on a rather mean curl of his finger.
"mmm," you hum, panting as your grip on coherency already lost as you roll your hips onto his thrusting digit. "mmmhmâ"
"good girl." aang kisses your inner thigh, adding another finger and thrusting in hard, smiling when your back arches sharply. "just relax and let me take care of you."
â[đđ] :: aftercare with gentle boyfriend!caleb :: tags. fluff, suggestive/smut-ish.
caleb is nothing but sweet to you, in public and in private. but heâs especially considerate after he collapses on the bed, with both your bodies sweaty from the passion you shared. aftercare is mandatory to himâit doesnât matter when or where you two do it.
âyou okay, sweets?â calebâs voice is a rough rumble, his voice hoarse from exhaustion.
you nod wordlessly while trying to calm down after your intense climaxes. his strong arms hold you against his chest with ease, âbreathe in ân out, mhm, there ya go. atta girl.â
he watches you mimic his pattern of breathing and grins in response. you always blindly followed his instructionsâthat trust and vulnerability of yours is something he adores and wishes to keep that way. his large hand settles on the back of your head to pat your hair soothingly.
you slowly come down from your high and limply rest your head against his hard pecs.
âyou did so well, iâm really proud of you,â caleb pinches your cheek like he always does, making you huff and stick your tongue out at him playfully.
your boyfriend chuckles before doing the same thing again. he canât help it; youâre too adorable for your own good.
you shake your head and nuzzle your face into his chest. âmmmh, hurts,â you whine as you try to move your body. your hips are already sore from exertion and they ache whenever you try to move them an inch.
calebâs eyes darken at your little whine. âhurts? where?â
he cups your face immediately to tilt your head, your eyes locking. youâre a bit taken aback by the sudden change in his toneâfrom laid back to concerned and protective in a split second.
âah, no, my hips are just a bit sore. nothing out of the ordinary,â you quickly reassure your lover. you know how overprotective caleb gets, and if he had accidentally hurt you in any way, heâll feel extremely guilty for the rest of the day.
calebâs frown slowly disappears, but the concern still lingers in his softening eyes. he sighs in relief and a small smile tugs at his lips.
âiâm sorry, baby. iâll make it up to you,â he croons with a breathy chuckle following right after.
his large hands, warm and callused from all that he experienced, settle on your bare hips to massage them. you hum in relief and your eyes close to enjoy the warmth spreading through your tired body.
a loud ringtone suddenly cuts through the lingering tension between you two, snapping you out of your daze. caleb faintly clicks his tongue before turning his head towards his nightstand. he grabs his phone with one hand to check the callerâs id.
the brown-haired man beneath you tenses up. you can feel it almost immediately. his other hand stops massaging your hip for a second before it continues, this time more slowly. calebâs gaze is cold and his jaw is clenched as he tries to figure out what to do.
ânot gonna pick up?â you ask curiously as you lift your head from his chest. caleb quickly tosses his phone away after pressing the red decline button. he shakes his head and that charming smile of his quickly returns to his face.
ânu-uh. no oneâs more important than you,â caleb grins and boops your nose.
itâs an attempt to distract you so you wouldnât ask any more questions about the possible caller. and it seems to work, considering you laid your head back on his bare chest, snuggling up to his bare body beneath the crumpled sheets.
you breathe in his musk and canât help but love it. the faint traces of his cologne mixed with the scent of his bodyâitâs a heady combination. caleb seems to do the same, his nose buried into the strands of your hair, breathing you in. you smell like home and he loves it, lives for it really.
eventually, you decide itâs time to detangle yourself from your lover. as much as you want to keep him inside and beneath of you, you need to clean up and go to the bathroom.
caleb hisses when you try to roll over and change positions which had caused you to instinctively clench around him. he tightens his muscular arms around your waist to keep you squished on top of him, refusing to let you move.
âstay like this for a little while more, yeah? i promise iâll let you go in a bit,â caleb whispers in your ear before his tongue teasingly licks at your lobe.
he smirks against your skin and you can feel it. you know itâs a lieâhe will not let you go for the rest of the night. hell, he might even be ready to go another round.
even if he technically has to leave to take care of all kinds of things. things that will keep you safe and out of harmâs way.
anyway, caleb will deal with the consequences of skipping his duty later. for now heâll settle to cherish this serene moment with his beloved, before reality comes crashing down again.
Yuji didn't have much time to enjoy the things he used to and he didn't have many people to talk to either, at least not anymore. But there were times where that spark of his inner child would light up again. You were one of the only people he was close to, so when he buys movie tickets and invites you on a spontaneous adventure, who are you to say no?
The newly released film, Human Earthworm (whatever number we're at right now) was the only thing lighting up the dark cinema and was the only thing concealing the multitude of inappropriate sounds coming from the back of the theater. There you were kneeling between his spread legs and sucking him like it was your last meal.
Halfway through the movie you and Yuji stopped paying attention to whatever was happening on the big screen and poured all your desires on to each other. You could have easily been caught and kicked out immediately but luckily for you, the room was almost completely empty save for maybe a couple or two in the front.
Your lips wrapped around the sensitive tip, pre-cum reaching your taste buds. You feel Yuji's large hand tugging at your hair, as muffled moans barely reach your ears. "Mmm... fuck baby..."
When you glance up all you could notice was that blissed out expression as if he was desperate for relief for ages. Which was accurate considering how rare it was for him to get meaningful connection, much less have time to get a much needed blowjob.
Seeing that look in his eyes only spurs you on, your whimpers vibrating against his girth. You could feel the growing wetness completely soaking your panties, as you push his cock deeper down your tight throat.
"A-ah..!" Yuji gasps, the sound traveling further than intended. You could feel his dick throbbing in your mouth. He throws his head against the velvet cushions of the chair, biting his lower lip as he groans, "Mhm.. Just- just like that."
The risk of being heard or caught was heart racing, claustrophobic but oh how you enjoyed swirling your tongue around his dick, just waiting for him to make another sound despite trying oh so hard to hold back.
The way you glaze up at him with those pretty watery eyes looked so... innocent; all while bobbing your head up and down his hard length. The contrast was enough to make him cum on the spot.
You could sense how close he was and that encouraged a faster momentum, your hand coming up to massage his balls. "Mmf, you gonna cum, Yu..?" You whimper into cock. You knew better not to speak with your mouth full, especially not to ask the obvious. But messing with him was too hard to resist, especially when he was getting all whiny and desperate.
He nods immediately, low groans and whines filling the air along with the ongoing movie. Yuji's hand tightens around your hair, pushing you deeper, chasing that climax. Hot ropes of cum shoot down your throat as you drink it down, his thighs trembling through his release; It felt like pure relief after being deprived for so long.
You pull back with a soft pop, the sound of heavy breathing along with the scent of sweat and sex clinging to the air. Yuji's hands slowly loosen their grip, mindlessly toying with your hair before mumbling breathlessly, âHmm good girlâŚâ The praise makes your heart skip as you relax into the weight of his hand. You could easily go for more but it only took a small glimpse behind you to see that the white list of names were rolling down the big screen. Anyone who came to watch this had already left, leaving you, Yuji, and mess in-between his legs.
Before you could open your mouth to address the elephant in the room, Yuji beat you to it, âGuess we missed the movie, huh?â He was smiling sheepishly while stating the obvious but it was such a Yuji thing to do. He didn't say it out loud but despite the risk of a lifetime ban at the theater he couldn't find a single ounce of shame for this. âI'll make it up to ya, baby, promiseâŚâ He murmurs with little hesitation, he didn't think too hard about it. Even after all this time he was still honest and giving by default.
His words caused a quiet pause; no rushing to walk out like nothing happened, at least not yet. Studying his expression only made you smile, resting your cheek on his knee. His body was significantly less tense than before and you got to see a glimpse of a smile on his face between the intimacy. It was a win in your book but of course you couldn't turn down a promise like that could you, not when your panties were soaked like this. âI'll hold you to that.â
Persona 4 revival, Persona 6 teaser, FF7 Revelation trailer, Zelda Ocarina of Time remake, Kingdom Hearts 4 trailer, Fire Emblem Fortune Weave trailer,
Pairing: Aang x Top/Seme Male Reader x Sokka x Zuko
Summary: It's been years since you've seen any of the gaang, and the three male members have just been dying to get their hands on you.
Featuring: Oral/anal sex, straddling, biting, blood, hand job, cowgirl, no-prep, exhibitionism, infidelity, jealousy/possessiveness, blow job, creampie, prostate massaging, making out, temperature play, glowing body parts, minimal Sokka x Zuko at the end, and cum play.
The flicker that came from the flames presented in front of you did nothing short of create a beautiful scene. Their romantic glow caused an inconsistent cascade of light and shadow to mix in the cave you and the rest of the crew were in.
Of course, the master behind those flames was even more impressive himself. It had been a while since you had seen Zuko in personâhell, since you had seen any of the members from your teenage group. After everyone had decided to go their own way, there was never much time for you all to have a mutual meetup, as everybody was busy pursuing their own life.
Maybe it was a calling from a spirit that Aang needed all your guys' help on this mission. You did miss the dynamic and energy that came from being surrounded by the people closest to you; heaven knows you craved to be going back and forth with the guys or teasing the girls about something random.
In the midst of your zoning out, you suddenly heard an abrupt yet clear cough that came from your right.Â
"Hey, Y/n, you okay?" probed the same voice that previously cleared its throat, seeming to add a slight playfulness to its tone as if to not discomfort you. "You've been burning holes into Zukoâs torso for a good minute now."
Blinking your eyes a few times, you zoned back in to realize that your pupils had been laser focused on the fire lord's chest. Immediately ripping your eyes away from his body, you looked at the floor instead, deciphering whether it would be better to explain yourself to who you now realized was Sokka on your right or apologize to Zuko for the unintentional staring contest with his pecs.
You ultimately decided to do both while keeping your gaze on the ground, assuming that would save you the most humiliation from the expressions plastered on your comradesâ faces.
"My bad, I guess I was too in my head and didn't realize where I was looking," you mumbled timidly, like a kid who was forced to say sorry by their guardian. On your right you heard Toph let out a cheeky snicker while Katara started to tease.
"What's so enthralling about Zukoâs chest that had you zoning out over it, huh?" the waterbender taunted, wrapping a lazy arm around Aangâs shoulders. She put a portion of her weight on him while eyeing you, her grin stretching across her face at the realization she struck gold in something to mess with you about when you covered your face with shame, groaning in response.
"It was nothing. I'm telling you, I got busy thinking and didn't pay attention to where my eyes were," you stated disgruntledly, trying to be as casual about the conversation topic as possible in hopes that it would make it die out faster.
"Yeah, right," Toph mocked, now starting to join in on the ridiculing that should've ended 30 seconds ago, "I bet you were doing it on purpose and are just making the zoning out thing up to not get caught."
The metalbender got more comfortable in her sideways position on the floor before looking in your direction. For a blind woman, she sure did have a talent for knowing where to look to make eye contact.
"You can admit Zuko is pretty handsome," she kept on going, manipulating a small rock to head in the firebenderâs direction and circle his upper body. You dragged your eyes over to look at him, wondering if he was hating the situation as much as you, only to be met with a rather flustered expression.
Although he wasn't saying anything or interacting with the discourse, Zuko was visibly red in the face. His shoulders were nearly steaming from how hot he was.
'He's probably just surprised at the direction the conversation went in,' you reasoned, not questioning his reaction much. 'It's nothing.'
Thinking about reactions, it had just dawned on you that neither of the other males in the room had said a single word since you apologized. Looking over at Sokka and Aang, you noticed that they seemed rather...tame with the whole theatrical.
They didn't seem overjoyed at the opportunity to dogpile on you about something silly like they usually would. Instead, their faces reflected that of hidden discontent.Â
Sokka was wearing a smile like usual, but the ends of his mouth shifted from time to time as if he were forcing himself to do it for appearances. Aang was barely reciprocating Kataraâs physical affection, spiritlessly wrapping his arm around her waist while mundanely looking around the room.
Their reactions were inherently odd compared to how you last remembered them acting. However, again, it has been several years since everyone's gotten together like this. Perhaps they've just grown up and changed.
Nighttime had officially fallen, and everyone had mutually decided it was time to rest. After a bit of rearranging had been done to better set up for sleeping, the crew had started to pull out their own bed linens and do whatever else was needed before lying down.Â
You had found yourself taking the space between Zuko and Sokka, dropping your blanket and slowly following it onto the ground as well. Sluggishly mumbling a goodnight to the rest of the group, you closed your eyes and instantly began dwindling into a limbo between wakefulness and sleep, your exhaustion overtaking you.
Gradually evening out your breathing, you tried focusing on the black behind your eyelids and disconnecting from the rest of your surroundings. In the process of doing so, though, you heard a shuffling coming from in front of you.Â
âSomeone's just probably changing positions,â you thought to yourself. âIt's not like sleeping on a cave floor is the most ideal resting location.â
Just when you were about to return to your previous activity of zoning into nothingness, you heard something again, but this time it was coming near you. Someone was up, but that shouldn't bother you. There isn't any danger from anyone in the team. You're safe, and as far as you know nobody from the outside is coming in.
Still, you opened your eyes just to peek at who exactly it was and what they were doing at this hour of the night. You did not expect, however, to be met with Zuko hovering over you, his stature unwavering even as he came to realize you were, in fact, awake.
"Uhm, hey there, Zuko," you started, a slight concern present in your voice by the odd interaction. "Everything alright?" The buffer man did nothing but gaze down at you for a few more seconds.
It was when you were about to go in again with another question that he finally acted, kneeling down to meet you at face level and inching towards yours. Somewhat appalled by the action, you attempted to lean back and put some space between the two of you, but just as you were starting to, another hand made contact with your neck, halting your movement.
Slightly jumping at the unexpected intervention, you turned around to be met with Sokka already looking back at you, his loosened hair cascading over the front of his face, giving him a rather alluring appearance.Â
"Why are you up?" Zuko grilled in a low voice, though it came out more like a statement with how harsh his voice sounded. While asking, he leaned forward again, but this time his body language came off more territorial than usual. Your knees bumped together as he took a hold of your forearm, seeming as if ready to drag you away from the other man.
"The same reason you are," Sokka bit back, pulling out a smile as he gave Zuko an all-knowing look. You now wore a perplexed expression, completely unaware of whatever hidden message was being spelled out behind the pairâs short sentences to one another. What exactly was Zuko here to do?
You didn't have to wait much longer for that question to be answered, though, as Sokka pulled his arm backâyour hair that was held by that same hand went with it. He forced the back of your head onto his collarbone, instantly diving into an open-mouth kiss. The tacticianâs tongue played inside your mouth, making room for itself without prior notice.
Your eyes widened at the intrusion, too surprised to take any immediate action. Too caught up in the obscurity of the moment to fight back or do anything but make an alarmed noise.Â
"Youâ" Zuko spat out, catching himself before going off the handle over what he was seeing in front of him. This wasn't how it was supposed to go. Everyone should've been asleep, and the two of you should be kissing. Yet, now that the situation has been changed, there's nothing he can do except modify his plan.
The flame king clenched his teeth, taking a breath before crawling towards you. Just because Sokka landed the first move didn't mean it was over for him. He slowly brought his hands to rest on your thighs, using them as leverage to put his weight as he neared your necks. The firebender began to leave soft kisses from your collarbone to your neck, finding home on one of your scent glands and beginning to suck. If Sokka got the first kiss, he was going to be the first to leave a mark on you.
You groaned into Sokkaâs mouth at the sensation on your neck, subconsciously wrapping a hand around Zukoâs waist to keep him there. The man who was responsible for tonguing you seemed to take notice of this, a new rage filling him at the reciprocation in touch. How come Zuko got it and not him? Why were you even looking at his chest earlier? Did everything have to always be about him?
Deep in his thoughts, Sokka ripped his lips away from yours and dug into your neck instead. However, he wasn't as sweet with his markings as the fire lord. The inventor locked his canines into the skin in between your shoulder and neck, biting down without a second thought. An uncomfortable grunt came from your throat. Moving your irises down to look at the skin after feeling a trickling wet sensation on it, only to be met with your own blood flowing down and seeping into your clothes.
"W-what did you do?" you asked, a visible quiver in your voice at the fact that you already knew the answer. Sokka dragged his eyes back to your own, a small grin of satisfaction on his face. Lowering his head, he licked the open wound, not breaking eye contact with you as he lapped up the spilling red liquid. That seemed to have gotten your attention away from the other male.
While in a dazed state and still looking at the clear bite mark on your trapezius, you heard another shuffle come from across the cave. That's when reality hit you again: there were several other people in the lair that could wake up at any given moment and see the scenario unfolding.
Although you told yourself that scared you, and your stomach filled with anxiety at the thought, you somehow felt an additional mix of arousal at the idea too. That small drop of it must've been enough to cause your body to react, as you felt yourself growing.
Zuko seemed to notice it too, looking down to be met with a clear bulge sticking forward in your pants. Continuing to gaze at it, he moved one hand away from your thigh and cupped your clothed penis. A ragged breath tore through your lips at the feeling. This caused the fire lord to snap his head back up, looking at your pleased expression and uneven breathing that was mildly hitting his face.
A blush crept up his cheeks as he swallowed down the saliva that had unknowingly been building up in his mouth.
"Don't worry, I'll take care of it," he whispered, letting himself catch a small peck from your unguarded lips before lowering his head to be between your legs. Though the contact of lips merely lasted for a second, you could feel just how high his body temperature was. Had he not been the leader of the Fire Nation, you would have become concerned at just how hot he was.Â
You got distracted from his steamy kiss, however, when you heard the shuffling from before again, but this time it seemed more consistent. Hearing a groan, you turned your head to be met with Aang slowly waking up. Your heart started beating even harder, a mix of feelings seeping into your skin.Â
The moment you were experiencing had happened so fast that you hadn't even thought to yourself what you would do if another member woke up. You hadn't exactly wanted this, so should you ask for help? Yet again, you weren't exactly fully opposed either.Â
Not much time to think was given, though, before the airbender rubbed any sleepiness he had left over from his eyes and scanned the view in front of him. After shifting his now wide eyes back and forth and analyzing what was going on, his pupils ultimately landed on you. Staring back at him, you said nothing, but your expression was an amalgamation of panic, anxiety, and arousal.
A beat passed without anyone saying anything, but eventually the avatar slowly rose from his bed, walking more casually than you would've expected towards the scene. Squatting down in front of you, he cupped your face and leaned into a kiss. His kiss was less intense and aggressive than Sokkaâs, but just as hungry. He let himself moan into the kiss, seemingly enjoying the small yet heated act of intimacy.
"Not gonna say hello or anything before crashing the party?" probed Sokka through heavy breaths. One of his hands was down his pants and the other up his shirt, twitching his right nipple. He had become so spellbound by the bite mark he left on you that he'd been lapping and sucking on it for minutes, getting off at just how dark and noticeable he could make that singular mark of his on your skin.
Aang spared him a glance before returning his attention back to you, not completely in the mood for talking.
"It's not like there's much to say. And anyways, I obviously showed up late, so I have some catching up to do." He simply stated, closing his eyes to continue the kiss while slowly reaching to hold one of your hands.Â
By this point you had stopped including rationality or morals into the mix. You were so drawn in by the kiss that it hadn't even hit you that out of all three men, Aang was very much taken. The man who was necking you like he needed you in order to breathe was in a relationship with a woman who was less than 20 feet away from you.
The thought itself punched your gut with guilt, but with the way he was kissing you the negative feeling slowly transitioned into one of excitement. You eagerly kissed back, letting the airbender intertwine your guys' hands together as you made out. It wasn't your responsibility anyway to deal with the way people went about their relationships.
A sharp inhale was forced into your lungs as you felt a warm sensation overtake your cock. Slightly opening your eyes, you lowered your vision to be met with Zuko and his mouth wrapped around your shaft. You could see the tip of it poke out through his cheek as he made his best attempt at taking you all in.Â
Utilizing your free hand, you moved it over to be on top of his head, caressing and petting his hair in a way of showing praise for his actions. The lord peered back up at you, his half-lidded eyes making their best attempt to stay on you as he swallowed, making more space in his throat for your dick to pierce through.Â
"Lean back for me, baby," heaved out the strategist behind you, freeing the hand latched to his nipple and making a feeble attempt at pushing your shoulder down to put you on your back. You obliged, momentarily removing your hand from Zukoâs headâwho seemed rather saddened by the missing physical contactâto balance yourself as you lay on your back, stretching your legs out to give the one between them better access.
Aang followed you down the whole way, continuing to smooch you like a lovesick puppy. It really started to make you wonder just how devoted he was to Katara with how feverishly he was about a simple kiss.
When he leaned back to catch his breath, Sokka took that as an opportunity to use your mouth for himself. Putting a hand on your chest, he used his other to peel off any clothing item that was on his lower body. Once they were discarded, he crawled closer to you, putting a leg on either side of your neck and straddling your face.
Without even needing to speak, you knew what he wanted to do and instantly cooperated, moving one hand to get a firm hold on his thighs as you helped lower him onto your face. Now that your mouth was taken, the avatar resorted to kissing your free hand instead, slowly moving it over to his lips. The wet sensation of his tongue rolling around your middle and index fingers was felt directly as he sucked on them while palming himself through his pants.Â
You laid your tongue flat under Sokkaâs ass, licking a long line from his balls to his brown hole. This seemed to appease him, evident by the strained exhale that left his lips. Deciding to stop teasing, you went for the real motive. Pointing your tongue, you wiggled it into his anus, letting a finger you had previously wet tease around the edges before ultimately sinking in too. The inventor arched his back at the intrusion, slapping a hand over his mouth to keep his voice down while you worked your way into his hole.
The change in pace seemed to have struck a nerve for the element bender more down south. Zuko retracted his lips away from your cock and impatiently started to part ways with his lower-body garments as well. Throwing them off to the side, he inched closer to your midbody, deciding to straddle your hips before he made a reach for your cock again.
By this point Aang had soaked your fingers in enough of his saliva that it dripped down the back of your hand and onto your wrist. He pulled back from it, a string still connecting to your middle finger before fully detaching.Â
Lowering his pants just enough to unsheathe his cock, he moved your hand over to position it in a way that your palm would immediately make contact with his base. As you felt around it, you wrapped your hand around his dick with a firm hold, going to toy with the tip and realizing it was already leaking pre-cum.Â
A groan left your mouth and reverberated into Sokkaâs tight walls as you felt Zukoâs warm ones take in your cock. The sensation mildly came off as painful first due to the lack of prep he had done for himself, too eager to have you inside him to consider the faults of his rushed plan.
However, his walls were soooo warm. He absolutely lived up to the fire lord name with how heated and comfortable the muscles taking your penis in were. A small groan of discomfort left his mouth at the initial penetrating sensation, but eventually he started to move, not seeming to let the tenuous pain get in his way.
âDo you feel it, Y/n?â he called out, looking down at the visible bump in his stomach from your cock. He felt himself twitch just from the sight below him. Moving a hand over to lay it over the protruding skin, he instinctively tightened around you even more. âWeâre one now, too.â
He placed his hands on your torso while swaying his hips, moving them in a circular motion as he made his best attempt to properly ride you. Although the lack of preparation made for an uncomfortable start, the more he grinded down on your dick, the more tolerable it became.
Just when he was about to start speeding up, the side of your cock hit a bundle of nerves that made him gasp, suddenly freezing at the spike of pleasure he felt. When he tried moving again, he realized it was a lot harder to hit that same spot with the way he was positioned.Â
He grounded his feet on the floor, taking a squatting position before beginning to bounce up and down on your dick. The change had absolutely helped, as he was more frequently able to make contact with the spot.
"U-ughhh, Y/n, Y/n, Y-Y/n, this feels really good," whined the man, getting cock-drunk the more stretched out his walls became from your erect piece of flesh. His eyes started to unfocus as he didn't know where to look while feeling this almost unbearable amount of pleasure.
With Zuko now having a repeated pace he was fucking himself on your cock with, it caused you to also start reacting to the building feeling in your abdomen. Pulling your finger out of Sokkaâs anus, you wrapped your hand around his thigh, squeezing it as a method to mildly ground yourself.Â
Focusing instead on protruding your tongue as deep as you could inside him, you used that hand to push him even closer to your face.Â
While moving your tongue near the middle of his walls, he suddenly clenched around your tongue, letting out a small mewl and clawing at your thorax. Seeing this as a good sign, you repeated your assault on that specific angle, locking your arm around his thigh when he tried rising from your tongue or squirming away.Â
With your opposite hand, you had started to fully jerk Aang off, utilizing the pre he had been leaking as a form to more smoothly glide your hand on his cock. He had been able to better handle the sensation of pleasure than the other two men, focusing on keeping his breathing evened and as quiet as possible.Â
Yet, even with not being as loud as them, his pleasure could be visibly seen by his arrows actively glowing. He had also put a portion of his weight on one arm, slowly starting to feel himself collapse the closer he got to reaching his high. Even with his energies being down, though, he made an attempt at reciprocating your actions by repeatedly pushing his hips forward, humping your hand in return for the service.Â
"T-thank you f-for this, Y/n," he huffed out, trying to put together words without letting out an audible moan. With the hand not supporting his weight, he laid it on your forearm, wanting to have more physical contact with you even aside from the one already taking place.
"I-I," Zuko whimpered, taking in a few breaths before trying his sentence again, "I'm going to cum soon." Had you not been tongue-deep in Sokkaâs ass, you wouldâve realized that the firebender was heating up like crazy.Â
Aside from his walls sucking you in so warmly, his backâleading up to his shouldersâand thighs were releasing steam at a rapid pace. Itâs surprising he hasnât caught on fire by this point.
Sokka agreed with his message by nodding his head, opening his mouth to speak, but only an airy moan came out.
"Me too," he added, biting his lip the closer he got to his climax. Heâd started grinding his hips back into your face, alternating from shifting away at your abuse towards his prostate. âI-I donât think I can last much longer.â
Out of the three men fondling you, the air nomad was the only one that stayed more so quiet, seeming too caught up on your hand pumping him to care about the other twoâs words. Yet, he too felt himself building up and getting ready to explode. Anyone could tell, really, if they simply looked at him. He was lighting up like a glow stick the closer he got to reaching his peak.
Five more bounces later and Zuko had started shaking, his orgasm overtaking him as he clenched and unclenched around your cock. He wasnât able to actually say anything, but small strained noises left his lips while he aimlessly looked up at the ceiling of the cave.Â
His seed spilled all over your stomach, dripping down to nearly reach your belly button. The flame kingâs breathing continued to waver as he felt his limbs collapsing, the overexertion from riding you taking a toll now that the high was coming to an end.
But it didn't come without the seeping of your own semen starting to fill him too. He softly gasped as he let himself hunch over, using your cum-splattered stomach for leverage while you let your load out inside him.
Sokka came next, the moans from you reaching your own peak being the last thing he needed to be thrown over the edge and climax as well. His thighs tightened around your head as he bit his hand to cheaply cover his moans. He tipped his cum on your pecs, some of it still dripping from his tip, painting little dots in the middle of your collarbone.
As Sokka and Zuko both were catching their breaths, stooped over and holding onto a part of your core for leverage, they timidly made eye contact. They were practically breathing on each other from how close in proximity they were.Â
The non-bender decided to make the move first, and he weakly reached out for the flamebenderâs face, pulling him into a tired and messy kiss. Although mildly surprised, the other didn't pull back and soon started to kiss back. The two silently rejoiced in the kiss, seemingly content with what they got out of tonight.
Aang finished last, an extra few pumps from you being enough to finally join the rest of you in the euphoria that came with experiencing sexual relief.
With his mouth agape but no sound coming out of it, his arrows maintained an unwavering glow throughout his whole orgasm, and his eyes fully went bright for a few seconds before calming down. His cum dribbled onto your closed hand, gradually slipping downwards and seeping into the web space between your thumb and index finger.
When the avatar finally came toâwith wobbly breaths and tears poking at the corners of his eyesâand saw the mess of himself in your now-relaxed fist, he used that as a weak opportunity for the two of you to "unite" as well.
Shakily moving the hand previously grabbing yours, he slid it over to your knuckles, extending his fingers to intertwine his hand with yours once again, letting his still-warm semen mix into both of your palms. That was his personal compromise for not getting to have a part of you inside him.
Everyone seemed to have been satisfied for tonight.
The next day you had mysteriously risen with a fever. Nothing deadly, but definitely not well enough for you to move much for the day.
"You were just fine yesterday," stated Katara, organizing her bag before getting started on whatever needed to be done that day. "I just don't understand where this could have come from in such little time."
"Maybe those guys chasing us had something to do with it," guessed Toph, shrugging her shoulders while putting her hair up. It's true, there hadn't been that big of a time window in between yesterday, when you were doing just fine, and today, when you're practically bedridden.
But there definitely had been a lot of action, and none of the men in the room seemed to want to offer any explanation for your sudden decrease in health.
"I'm not too sure what happened, but someone should stay near Y/n while the rest of us go out," the waterbender sighed, seeming both concerned and irritated at your condition.
"The three of us can stay behind, and you two look for resources today," chimed Sokka, getting closer to you and putting a hand to your forehead, checking your body temperature. "There's a decent chance someone might locate us here, and if that happens we won't be able to move as efficiently with one of us being weaker."
Katara wanted to interject, but Zuko and Aang cut her short by immediately expressing their agreement with Sokkaâs idea. She eventually gave up on proposing any other agenda and went on her way with Toph, leaving you alone with the three other men.
Nothing to worry about anyways; they were obviously going to take good care of you.
yuuji itadori and naruto uzumaki are too big and too clingy for your own good Ë.âŚ
You regret the moment you told your boyfriends that you run cold because now, every time you three cuddle together they just flop on top of you, four big ass arms wrapping around your body, their whole weight resting on yours and they fill your face with kisses and bites.
âIâm going to die,â you say, barely above a whisper because Narutoâs face is pressed right into your lungs as Yuuji is biting your cheek. âPlease God, what did I do?â You look up, sighing while Naruto and Yuuji just burst out laughing. Itâs so easy to make them laugh or blush with just a few words from you.
Naruto lifts his head just enough so his bright blue eyes can sparkle down at you, his grin spreading across his face like sunshine. His blond hair is all messy from rubbing against your shirt and he looks so stupidly happy it makes your heart do a little flip even while youâre being squished.
âAw, câmon babe, youâre not dying! Youâre just getting the best heating system ever,â he says, he nuzzles back into your neck, leaving a trail of soft little kisses that tickle. âWeâre just doing our boyfriend duty. Right, Yuu?â
Yuuji hums happily against your cheek, his teeth giving one last gentle nibble before he switches to peppering the spot with tiny kisses instead. His pink hair brushes your skin, and he smells like the strawberry candy he stole from your kitchen earlier. âTotally,â he mumbles, voice muffled because he refuses to pull away even an inch. âWeâre keeping you warm. Super warm. The warmest. Canât have our favorite person turning into an ice cube.â
You try to wiggle, but itâs hopeless. Two six-foot-something boyfriends are basically pressing you on the couch until you become one, and theyâre way too strong for their own good. Or yours.Â
âYou guys are too big,â you whine, but it comes out all soft and smiley because how can you stay mad when theyâre looking at you like that? âI canât even breathe properly. Naruto, your elbow is in my rib.â
Naruto gasps like you just told him the world is ending. He shifts immediately, but only so he can wrap that arm tighter around your waist instead. âSorry, sorry! Better?â He plants a big, loud kiss on your forehead. âYouâre so cute like this, it makes me wanna hug you forever.âÂ
Yuuji nods so fast his hair flops into his eyes. He finally lifts his head, cheeks flushed pink and that bright grin of his making his whole face light up. âYeah⌠youâre tiny compared to us. Itâs the best.â He leans in and presses his lips to yours in a sweet peck, then immediately goes back to kissing your cheek like heâll die if he stops. âI love you so much itâs kinda embarrassing. Like, I see you and my brain just goes âmine mine mineâ on repeat.â
Naruto laughs again, filling the whole room. He rests his chin on your shoulder so he can look at both of you. âSame! Every time you smile at me I feel like Iâm gonna explode. Youâre too perfect, you know that?â He sneaks in a little bite to your earlobe, gentle enough not to hurt but enough to make you squeak. âMy cute little human heater. Wait, no, weâre the heaters. Youâre the cute one.â
You canât help it. A giggle bubbles up even as youâre still trapped under all that muscle and affection. âYou two are so whipped,â you mutter, reaching up to thread your fingers through Narutoâs messy hair. He leans into your touch like a big puppy, eyes half-closing in pure bliss.
âGuilty,â Yuuji says without a single ounce of shame. He catches your other hand and brings it to his lips, kissing your knuckles one by one. âIâd carry you around all day if you let me. Just so I can keep you close.â
Naruto nods eagerly. âWe could take turns. Or both carry you at the same time. Bet we could make it work.â
You groan, but youâre smiling so wide your cheeks hurt. âYouâre impossible. Both of you.â
âYeah, yeah,â Naruto agrees, voice going all soft and fond as he presses another kiss to your temple. âBut you love us anyway.â
Yuuji snuggles even closer, if thatâs possible, his big hand rubbing slow circles on your side. âAnd we love you more than anything. So just let us squish you a little longer, okay? For warmth. And because youâre our favorite person in the whole world.â
You sigh again, but this time itâs happy. The weight of them is heavy, sure, but itâs also safe and warm and full of so much love it feels like your chest might burst. âFine, fine.â
a/n: the target audience for this is me, literally just me
[ SYNOPSIS ] â You try to be the "perfect" partner to Megumi by hiding your own needs and pain so you wouldnât be a nuisance. This habit becomes dangerous when you get badly hurt on a mission and lie about it, leading to a tearful confrontation when he finds you bleeding in secret. w.c: 4.8k
[ PAIRING ] â megumi fushiguro x people pleaser!reader
[ TAGS ] â gn!reader, established relationship, canon compliant (?), hidden injury, blood, reassurance, hurt/comfort, use of [Name] once, megumi is a sweetheart as usual. Lmk if I missed anything! art by: @/hong_nock
â"You wouldn't mind taking care of these mission reports for me, would you? You're a lifesaver!"
âSatoru Gojo didn't even pause to wait for an answer, dropping a stack of heavily redacted, coffee-stained files onto your already cluttered desk. His iconic blindfold was pushed up, a devastatingly charming smile plastered across his faceâthe kind of smile that made it entirely impossible for anyone to refuse him.
âYour head was pounding. A dull, rhythmic thud echoed right behind your eyes, a souvenir from a consecutive string of sleepless nights. You had your own reports to file, a history exam to help Yuji study for, and Nobara had explicitly told you to be ready in twenty minutes to carry her bags through Shibuya. Your throat tightened, the word no forming perfectly on your tongue.
It was right there. All you had to do was push it past your teeth.
â"Of course, Sensei," you heard yourself say, the voice sounding entirely detached from your own body. "I'll have them on Principal Yaga's desk by three."
â"Knew I could count on you!" He gave you a cheerful salute and vanished in a blur of limitless space, leaving you staring at the mountain of paperwork. You swallowed the sigh building in your chest, picked up your pen, and started writing.
This was simply how you survived. You made yourself a skeleton key, filing down your own edges, your own needs, and your own exhaustion until you perfectly fit the lock of whatever anyone else required. If you were useful, if you were accommodating, if you smoothed out the friction in the lives of the people around you, they would never look at you and decide you were too much trouble to keep around, that's how it should be, right?
âBut nowhere was this exhausting performance more prevalent than in your relationship with Megumi Fushiguro.
Megumi with his quiet nature, Megumi with his storm-clouded eyes, Megumi who shouldered so muchâ with Tsumiki's curse, with the expectations of having a powerful cursed technique, Megumi who you were so so so afraid of losing.
You still have a hard time believing you two are dating. The way it happened was so casual it almost felt unreal.
It wasnât a grand confession, just a quiet surrender to everything that made you fall for him. The hallway was still buzzing with leftover energy from Yujiâs and Nobaraâs laughter, but at your door, the silence felt heavy. Megumi lingered, hands shoved in his pockets, before his fingers grazed your wrist as you were about open the door. When he leaned in, it was with the soft gentleness of someone who had finally found a place to let his guard down. The kiss was brief, but you both knew exactly where you stood in each other's lives.
Yet, being his partner did not cure your affliction; it magnified it even further. You treated your relationship like fragile glass sculpture you had to constantly balance on your fingertips. You altered your entire existence to fit the mold of what you assumed was his ideal, low-maintenance partner.
You drank your tea unsweetened because he preferred bitter things, forcing the astringent liquid down your throat every morning while secretly craving sugar. You slept rigidly on the absolute edge of his mattress, your muscles cramping by dawn, just to ensure he had the lionâs share of the blankets. When he was exhausted from a mission, you swallowed your own awful, lingering trauma from the day, hiding your bruises beneath long sleeves and painting a bright, serene smile on your face so you wouldnât add to his mental load.
And Megumi knew.
He was incredibly perceptive, and the forced perfection of your behavior was beginning to wear on him like coarse grit against his skin. He saw the way your hands shook when you agreed to take a double patrol shift. He noticed the barely perceptible flinch when he absentmindedly turned the television to a channel you secretly hated, only for you to vehemently agree that it was a great program to watch. It frustrated him.
Megumi loved you, he loved you so much it pained him, but he felt like he was dating a shadow, only moving when he did. And he did not know how to bring it up without fearing for what you would do.
The mission was supposed to be a standard Grade 2 curse eradication in an abandoned subway terminal. It was a joint assignment for the two of you, a rare opportunity to work together. But the intelligence from the auxiliary managers was flawed, as it so often was. The curse was a Grade 1, a massive, grotesque amalgamation of rusted metal and rotting flesh that moved with terrifying speed.
The battle was chaotic in the claustrophobic underground tunnels. Dust choked the air, illuminated only by the flickering, dying fluorescent lights overhead. Megumi had summoned Nue to provide aerial attacks, the electrical discharge illuminating the grim determination on his face. You were covering his blind spots, your own cursed energy manifesting in sharp and precise strikes.
It happened in a fraction of a second. The curse, recognizing Megumi as the greater threat, lunged toward him with a massive, scythe-like appendage. Megumi was mid-incantation, his hands clasped together, momentarily vulnerable.
Your body moved before your conscious mind could register the decision. The ingrained instinct to protect, to serve, to sacrifice, propelled you forward. You shoved Megumi hard, knocking him out of the trajectory of the blade.
The impact was deafening. The rusted metal sliced through the air and tore into your left side, ripping through your uniform and biting deep into the flesh of your waist. The agony was instantaneous, a blinding flare of white-hot pain that stole the oxygen from your lungs. You hit the concrete floor hard, the taste of copper flooding your mouth.
"Nue!" Megumi roared, his voice cracking with a rare, raw panic. The shikigami descended in a blinding flash of lightning, obliterating the curse in a concussive shockwave of cursed energy.
The dust settled, heavy and silent.
Megumi was beside you in an instant, his breathing ragged, his hands hovering over you as if afraid that touching you would shatter you completely. "Are you alright? Where did it hit you?" His eyes were wide, the usual cold indifference entirely stripped away, revealing the terrified boy underneath.
The pain in your side was excruciating, a throbbing, burning sensation that suggested the curseâs rusted blade had been laced with some kind of venomous energy. Blood was already soaking the fabric of your shirt, hot and sticky against your skin. You needed Shoko. You needed a stretcher.
But as you looked up into Megumiâs panic-stricken eyes, the old, familiar terror clawed at your throat. You caused this panic. You are making him worry. You ruined the mission. You are a burden.
The people pleaser within you seized the reins of your vocal cords.
You forced the agony down, burying it beneath a mountain of sheer, desperate willpower. You pushed yourself up on trembling arms, twisting your torso to hide the worst of the bleeding from his line of sight. You plastered on a smile that felt like it might crack your face in two.
"I'm fine," you lied, your voice painfully steady. "It just grazed me. I knocked the wind out of myself when I fell."
Megumi frowned, his dark brows knitting together in suspicion. He reached out to inspect your side, but you swiftly shifted away, standing up on shaking legs. The world tilted dangerously, black spots dancing in your peripheral vision, but you dug your nails into your palms to ground yourself.
"I swear, Megumi. I'm okay. Let's just report and go home. I'm exhausted." You kept your tone light, almost apologetic. "I'm sorry I got in your way. I should have been more careful."
The apology tasted vile. You had saved his life, yet you were apologizing for being in the way.
Megumi stared at you for a long, agonizing moment. The tension radiating from him was evident, his jaw clenched so tight a muscle ticked in his cheek. He knew you were hiding something. He could smell the blood. But your adamant refusal to acknowledge the danger built a wall between you that he didn't know how to breach, yet he trusted your judgment, he trusted that you would tell him if the injury was serious.
"Fine," he muttered, his voice dropping an octave, thick with frustration and repressed anxiety. He recalled his shikigami, the shadows swallowing Nue whole. "Let's go."
The car ride back to the college was nothing less than silent torture. You sat pressed against the passenger door, your arms wrapped tightly around your waist, secretly applying pressure to the wound that was continuously oozing blood. Every bump in the road sent a jolt of agony up your spine, but you bit the inside of your cheek until it bled rather than make a single sound. Ijichi drove in stony silence, his knuckles white on the steering wheel, every now and then apologising for the mistake in the mission logs, and then expressing his relief at your well-being.
By the time you reached the dormitories, you were running purely on adrenaline and the need to lock yourself in your bathroom before you collapsed.
"I'm going to take a shower!" you announced the moment you stepped into his room, your voice breathy and strained. You didn't wait for a response, practically fleeing into the adjoining bathroom and closing the door behind you.
The moment it was locked, the facade crumbled. Your knees gave out, and you slumped against the cold tile door, an agonizing gasp escaping your lips. You peeled off your ruined jacket and the blood-soaked shirt beneath it. The wound was horrific. An angry tear across your oblique, the edges blackened with residual cursed energy. It was deep, bleeding sluggishly but persistently.
Tears of pain and exhaustion finally spilled over your eyelashes, tracing hot paths down your dust-streaked cheeks. You had to clean it. You had to wrap it. You couldn't bother Shoko this late; she had been pulling all-nighters all week. You couldn't bother Megumi; he was already mad at you.
You dragged yourself to the sink, turning on the faucet. You grabbed a washcloth, soaked it in hot water, and pressed it against the wound.
A choked, pathetic sob tore from your throat. The pain was blinding, a sickening wave of nausea crashing over you. You squeezed your eyes shut, your entire body trembling violently as you tried to scrub away the blackened, infected tissue.
Click.
You froze. The sound of the lock turning from the outside. You had forgotten Megumi kept a spare key on the upper frame of the door for emergencies.
The door swung open, revealing Megumi standing in the threshold. He had changed out of his uniform, wearing only a loose t-shirt and sweatpants. He looked exhausted.
But whatever exhaustion he felt vanished the instant his eyes landed on you.
He took in the scene in a fraction of a second: your pale, shivering form hunched over the sink, the blood-soaked washcloth in your trembling hand, and the gruesome, gaping wound on your side that was currently dripping crimson onto the pristine white tiles.
The air in the bathroom seemed to drop ten degrees. The shadows in the corners of the room physically writhed, reacting to the sudden, violent spike in his cursed energy.
"What," Megumi breathed, his voice barely a whisper, yet it resonated with the force of an earthquake, "is that."
Panic, cold and sharp, flooded your veins. You scrambled to cover the wound with your arm, backing away from him like a cornered animal, your eyes wide and terrified.
"It's nothing!" you stammered, the words tumbling out of your mouth in a desperate rush. "I was just cleaning it. It looks worse than it is, Megumi, I promise. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to make a mess. I'll clean the floor, justâ"
"Stop."
The command cracked through the air like a whip. Megumi stepped into the bathroom, kicking the door shut behind him. His face was a mask of cold fury, but his eyesâhis deep, beautiful, stormy eyesâwere wide with an emotion that looked terrifyingly like devastation.
He crossed the small space in two strides, grabbing your wrists. His grip was firm, inescapable, but agonizingly gentle as he pulled your hands away from your side. He sucked in a sharp breath through his teeth as he finally got a clear look at the injury.
"You call this a graze?" he demanded, his voice shaking with a terrifying, suppressed rage. "It's entirely infected with cursed energy. You need reverse cursed technique, immediately. Why didn't you tell me? Why didn't you say anything in the tunnel?"
Your chest heaved as you struggled to pull oxygen into your lungs. The panic was taking over, suffocating you. You were trapped. You had failed. You had made him angry. You had become the burden you fought so hard not to be.
"IâI didn't want to worry you," you choked out, fresh tears welling in your eyes. "You were already stressed about the mission being a Grade 1. I didn't want to slow us down. I'm sorry, Megumi. I'm so, so sorry. Please don't be mad. I can fix it, I'll go to Shoko right now, you don't have to deal with thisâ"
"Stop apologizing!" Megumi yelled.
You flinched violently, your shoulders instantly hiking up to your ears, your head bowing in an automatic posture of submission. The silence that followed his shout was deafening, broken only by your ragged, hyperventilating breaths and the steady drip, drip, drip of blood hitting the floor.
Megumi stared at your cowering form, the anger draining out of him in a rush, leaving behind a profound, hollow ache in his chest. He realized, with a horrifying clarity, that you were not flinching because of the pain of your wound. You were flinching because of him.
He dropped your wrists as if they burned him, taking a step back, his hands taking place behind his neck.
"Why do you do this?" he asked, his voice cracking, the anger replaced by a desperate, agonizing confusion. "Why do you lie to me? Why do you let yourself bleed out in a bathroom rather than ask me for help? Am I that unapproachable? Am I that terrible of a boyfriend that you think I would be annoyed by you almost dying?"
"No!" you cried, your voice breaking, the absolute terror of him thinking he was at fault tearing at your heart. "No, Megumi, you're perfect. You're the best thing that ever happened to me. It's not you, it's me. I'm just⌠I'm just trying to be good. I'm trying to be easy. I don't want to be difficult."
"Easy?" Megumi repeated, the word sounding foreign and ugly in his mouth. He stepped forward again, crowding you against the edge of the sink, his hands gripping the porcelain on either side of your waist, trapping you in. He didn't touch you, but his presence was demanding your full attention.
"You think I want you to be 'easy'?" he pressed, his eyes searching yours frantically, demanding an honesty you didn't know how to give. "I want you to be honest! I want you to tell me when you are hurt so I can take care of you!"
You shook your head furiously, the tears flowing freely now, hot and unrelenting. Your entire body was trembling, your heart hammering against your ribs, threatening to break. You were breaking apart, the foundation of your entire coping mechanism crumbling beneath his gaze.
"You say that now," you sobbed, the ugly, deeply buried truth finally clawing its way up your throat, bitter and raw. "You say that now, but you don't know. You already have so much on your plate, I don't want to make it worse. If I don't do it, you will hate me, I don't want you to hate me."
The confession hung in the humid air of the bathroom, heavy and devastating.
You squeezed your eyes shut, waiting for the blow. Waiting for the agreement. Waiting for him to step back, to look at you with cold realization, and walk out the door. You had finally revealed the ugly, pathetic core of your soul. You were a coward, terrified of abandonment, buying love with servitude.
But the silence stretched. And then, you felt it.
The gentle, hesitant brush of his knuckles against your tear-soaked cheek.
Your eyes flew open. Megumi was looking at you with an expression that shattered your heart into a million irreparable pieces. It wasn't pity. It wasn't disgust, but heartbreak. His eyes were glassy, his lips parted as he struggled to find words that could possibly combat the magnitude of your self-hatred.
Slowly, carefully, as if approaching a wild, frightened animal, Megumi reached out. He didn't grab your wrists this time. He slid his arms around your waist, mindful of the gaping wound on your side, and pulled you flush against his chest.
He buried his face in the crook of your neck, his breath ghosting over your skin.
"You are so stupid," he whispered, the words muffled against your skin, devoid of any malice, dripping only with a desperate, heavy sorrow. "You are an incredible person, so beautiful, so incredible, but stupid."
You stiffened, your hands hovering uselessly in the air, terrified to touch him, terrified to ruin this moment. But Megumi just held you tighter, his strong arms wrapping around you like a shield against the very demons inside your own head.
"Listen to me," he murmured, his voice trembling slightly. He pulled back just enough to force you to look him in the eye. The intensity of his gaze pinned you in place."Stop acting like your existence doesn't matter, it matters to me. You don't get to decide that you're expendable."
You let out a choked gasp, your hands finally, tentatively coming to rest against his chest, gripping the fabric of his t-shirt like your life depended on it.
"I care about you, so much," Megumi continued, his voice dropping into that serious, unwavering tone he used when making vows. "I care about protecting the people who matter to me. And you⌠you are at the very top of that list. If you are hurt, my world stops. If you are in pain, I am in pain. Hiding your suffering from me doesn't protect me; it destroys me."
He raised a hand, his thumb gently wiping away the steady stream of tears falling from your eyes. His touch was warm, grounding.
"You are not a burden," he said, enunciating each word with fierce, desperate clarity. "And I am begging you, please⌠let me take care of you. Let me be the one who carries the weight for a while. You don't have to earn your place beside me by bleeding in silence. In fact, you don't have to do anything but be here."
The dam broke.
You collapsed against him, your legs finally giving out, and he caught you effortlessly, sinking to the bathroom floor with you held securely in his arms.
You wept. You wailed. It was an ugly, guttural, heart-wrenching sound that tore from the very depths of your soul. You buried your face in his chest, clutching at him desperately, crying for the pain in your side, crying for the exhaustion in your bones, crying for the terrified little child inside you who had spent their whole life terrified of being left behind.
Megumi didn't shush you. He didn't tell you to calm down. He sat on the cold tile floor amidst the blood and the discarded bandages, holding you. He rocked you slowly, one hand gently stroking your hair, the other resting firmly against your back. He let you fall apart completely, creating a safe, impenetrable fortress within his arms where you were finally allowed to be shattered, loud, and inconvenient.
Hours seemed to pass before the sobs finally subsided into heavy, exhausted hiccups. Your throat was raw, your eyes swollen and burning. The adrenaline had completely left your system, leaving you weak and painfully aware of the throbbing agony in your side.
You shifted slightly in his lap, sniffing pathetically. Megumi immediately loosened his grip, looking down at you with a softness that made your chest ache.
"Are you done?" he asked quietly, a tiny, sad smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
You nodded numbly, wiping your nose with the back of your hand. "I ruined your shirt," you rasped, noticing the dark stains of your tears and blood on the grey fabric.
"I don't care about the shirt," Megumi said softly. He gently shifted you off his lap, standing up and reaching down to help you to your feet. You swayed dangerously, the blood loss finally catching up to you. He caught you around the waist, easily supporting your weight.
"Come on," he murmured, his voice gentle but brook-no-argument firm. "We are going to Shoko. Right now."
The instinct to protest flared up instantly. It's 3 AM. She's sleeping. I can just bandage it tight. But as you looked up at Megumi, at the deep circles under his eyes and the lingering terror in his posture, the words died in your throat.
You swallowed hard, the word feeling foreign and incredibly heavy on your tongue.
"Okay."
Megumi let out a breath he seemed to have been holding for hours. He didn't say anything, but the relief in his eyes was blinding. He practically carried you down the silent, moonlit hallways to the infirmary.
Shoko was awake, smoking a cigarette out the window when Megumi kicked the infirmary door open. She took one look at Megumiâs pale face and the blood soaking your side and immediately crushed the cigarette, immediately tending to you.
The process of healing was agonizing. Shokoâs reverse cursed technique was a miracle, but extracting the foreign cursed energy from the wound before healing the flesh was a torturous sensation. You lay on the sterile white cot, your teeth gritted, a cold sweat breaking out across your forehead.
Through it all, Megumi sat beside the bed. He held your hand in both of his, his grip tight enough to bruise, grounding you in reality while the pain threatened to pull you under. He didn't look away, even when the wound looked its most gruesome. He stayed exactly where he promised he would be.
When it was finally over, and the flesh was knit cleanly together leaving only an angry pink scar, exhaustion hit you like a physical blow. Shoko handed you a clean t-shirt and kicked you both out, muttering something about needing sleep.
The walk back to Megumiâs dorm was slow. You leaned heavily against him, your body utterly drained. You felt hollowed out, incredibly fragile, like a glass blown too thin.
When you reached his room, he didn't turn on the overhead lights. He guided you gently to the bed, pulling back the heavy comforter. You crawled in automatically, immediately scooting to the absolute edge of the mattress, curling into a tight ball. It was muscle memory at this point.
Megumi stood at the edge of the bed, watching you in the dim moonlight filtering through the blinds. He sighed, a heavy, exhausted sound. He kicked off his shoes, discarded his ruined shirt, and climbed into the bed.
But he didn't lie down on his side.
Instead, he moved to the center of the mattress. He reached out, grabbing you gently by the hips, and physically dragged you away from the edge, pulling you across the sheets until you were flush against him in the very middle of the bed.
You gasped softly in surprise, stiffening. "Megumiâ"
"Stop," he murmured, his voice thick with sleep. He wrapped his arms tightly around you, burying his face in your hair. He tangled his legs with yours, pinning you to him, ensuring there was no physical way for you to retreat to the cold periphery. "You are exactly where you belong. Take up the whole bed if you want. Kick me out if you want. But stop going all the way there."
You lay rigid in his arms for a long moment, your brain struggling to process the sensation of being held so securely, of being allowed to take up space without apologizing for it. The warmth of his body seeped into your cold skin. His heartbeat thudded steadily against your back, a rhythmic, grounding lullaby.
Slowly, agonizingly slowly, you forced your muscles to uncoil. You let out a long, shaky breath, letting your weight sink fully into his embrace. You closed your eyes, his scent surrounding you, pulling you down into a deep, dreamless sleep.
The next morning, you woke to the smell of brewing coffee and the sound of birds chirping outside the window. The sunlight streaming into the room felt unnervingly bright.
You sat up slowly, testing the newly healed skin on your side. It twinged slightly, a dull ache, but the agonizing burn was gone. You looked around the room. You were alone in the bed, the covers tangled around your waist. You were dead center in the mattress.
The door to the small kitchenette opened, and Megumi stepped in, carrying two mugs. He looked rested, his dark hair a chaotic mess, his eyes softer than you had seen them in months.
He walked over to the bed and handed you a mug.
"Morning," he mumbled quietly, sitting on the edge of the mattress near your feet.
"Morning," you replied softly, your voice still gravelly from crying the night before. You wrapped both hands around the warm ceramic mug, seeking comfort in the heat. You brought it to your lips, taking a tentative sip.
You immediately paused, your brow furrowing in confusion.
It wasn't black coffee. It wasn't the bitter, acidic brew he drank every morning. It was warm milk, steeped heavily with a sweet, floral chamomile tea, and generously laced with honey. It was incredibly sweet. It was exactly what you actually liked.
You lowered the mug, staring at the golden liquid, a sudden lump forming in your throat. You looked up at Megumi. He was watching you carefully, his dark eyes analyzing your reaction.
"You didn't make coffee," you whispered, stating the obvious.
Megumi looked down at his own mug, taking a sip of the black sludge he preferred. "I know you hate it," he said simply, not meeting your eyes. A faint, barely perceptible pink dusted the tips of his ears. "I noticed a while ago. You always grimace when you take the first sip. And you always buy that sweet stuff when we go to the convenience store, but you never drink it around me."
Your breath hitched. He had noticed. He had known, and he had been waiting for you to say something.
He reached out, his long fingers gently wrapping around your ankle over the blankets.
"I'm not asking you to change everything in one day," Megumi continued, his voice quiet, steady, and infinitely patient. "I know it's a habit. I know you're terrified. But I am asking you to try. With me. Just with me."
He paused, a tiny, teasing glint momentarily breaking through his stoic demeanor. "For example. I was thinking of making eggs for breakfast. But I know you like pancakes, even though you always say eggs are fine. So. What do you want for breakfast?"
It was a test. A small, seemingly insignificant question, but between the two of you, it carried the weight of the world.
The instinct rose up instantly. Eggs are easier for him to make. He likes eggs. Tell him eggs. The familiar panic fluttered in your chest, the fear of demanding too much, of being an inconvenience.
You opened your mouth, the word 'eggs' forming on your lips.
But you stopped. You looked down at the sweet, warm tea in your hands, the tea he had made specifically for you, acknowledging your preferences, honoring your comfort. You looked at the hand resting gently on your ankle, grounding you, keeping you safe. You remembered the desperate way he had held you on the bloody bathroom floor, demanding that you exist loudly.
You closed your mouth. You took a deep breath, fighting the tremor in your voice. You forced yourself to meet his gaze directly.
"IâŚ" you started, your voice barely above a whisper. You cleared your throat, trying again. "I would really like pancakes, Megumi. If that's okay?"
The silence in the room stretched for a single, terrifying second. You braced yourself for a sigh, a roll of the eyes, a sign of annoyance that you had requested the more difficult option.
Instead, Megumiâs face broke into a smile. It wasn't his usual smirk, or a polite curve of the lips. It was a genuine, breathtakingly soft smile that reached his eyes, illuminating his features and making your heart stutter in your chest.
He stood up, taking his mug of bitter coffee with him.
"Pancakes it is," he said softly, turning back toward the kitchen. He paused at the door, looking over his shoulder at you, his eyes filled with a certain amount of serenity that was so rare for megumi.
"And [Name]?"
You looked up, your hands gripping the mug tightly. "Yeah?"
"It's more than okay."
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roy harper, dick grayson and you making out sloppy style Ë.âŚ
Your back was pressed against the wall, Royâs hands gripping your waist like he was afraid youâd disappear, while Dick crowded in from the side, one palm sliding up your neck to tilt your head exactly how he wanted.
Roy kissed you first, messy and open-mouthed, tongue sliding against yours with zero shame. Saliva slicked your lips, a thin string of it catching when he pulled back just enough to breathe before diving in again. Dick didnât wait his turn. He leaned over Royâs shoulder and caught your mouth next, softer at first but quickly turning hungry, licking into you while Royâs teeth grazed your bottom lip. Their tastes mixed together, something sweet and completely addictive. You could feel the wet heat of their mouths trading off, tongues tangling with yours in a sloppy rhythm that left your chin shiny and your head spinning.
Roy made a low sound in his throat, pressing his body flush against yours so you felt every line of him. Dickâs hand slipped under your shirt, fingers warm on your skin, while his lips moved from your mouth to the corner of Royâs jaw, kissing him too. It turned into a three-way mess, mouths sliding together, tongues brushing in the middle, saliva dripping down your chin and probably theirs too. The sounds were obscene too, wet smacks and soft gasps filling the tiny space.
Then Roy suddenly pulled back, breathing hard, his freckled face flushed dark under the faint emergency light leaking through the door crack. His eyes looked a little wide, a little scared underneath all that heat.
âWeâre still friends, right?â he asked. âI mean⌠this doesnât fuck everything up?â
You and Dick both paused, lips still parted and glistening. A tiny giggle bubbled out of you first, then Dickâs followed right after, soft and just a tiny bit condescending in the sweetest way.
âOf course we are,â you said, already leaning back in, pressing a sloppy kiss to the corner of Royâs mouth.
Dick mirrored you, nipping at Royâs bottom lip before murmuring against it, âDuh, Roy. Best friends.â His voice had that teasing lilt, making Roy's ears red.
Roy let out a shaky breath that turned into a laugh, but before he could overthink it again, you and Dick were on him together, mouths claiming his at the same time. Tongues sliding wetly, saliva mixing in that delicious three-way tangle once more and Roy melted back into it, hands clutching at both of you like he never wanted to let go.
thinking ab jock!yuji and fem!nerdy reader in a college au á°.á fluff, suggestive themes, yuji's a bit of a meathead
jock!yuji who somehow, someway, always manages to be late to every lecture. heâs #2 in the state for the track and field 400 meter sprint, quite literally the fastest your college has ever seen, and yet, he still canât manage to be on time. ironic isnât it?
you glance at the clock. 8:30 am. it was like he had this down to a science. class started fifteen minutes ago, so any moment nowâ
jock!yuji who realizes he swung the door open with much more force than needed when a few people basically jump out of their skin at his entrance, and he looks back at it for a second as if he wasnât aware of his own strength. cheeks pink and splotchy, his breaths come out in short little puffs as if heâd just got done running here.
spoiler alert: he had.
âsorry, Iâ I didnâtââ
âItâs fine,â stopping mid speech, your professor blinks his irritation away. âjust find a seat, mr. itadori.â
âyes sir. sorry, sir.â he obliges, and then his eyes scan across the large lecture hall.
youâre now aware of the open seat next to you and you slouch down a little as if you could fuse into your own.
he climbs the stairs, one hand clasped onto the strap of his book bag thatâs slung over a broad shoulder, feet skipping one step each time with ease until his sneakers stop in front of you.
âcould-â voice a little hoarse, he clears his throat. âcould I sit here?â
you nod.
âbet, thanks.â
his book bag plops down first, then his body, rather unceremoniously at that, into the neighboring chair heâd pulled out for himself.
brief murmurs are spoken in the short intermission but die down once your professor clicks onto the next slide, everyoneâs focus centering back onto the screen in front of them.
except yours.
your mechanical pencil strums restlessly between your thumb and pointer finger because you can feel his eyes glancing at your temple every few seconds and youâre just waiting for him to say something already.
and then he leans in, close enough to whisper, which he happens to be absolutely terrible at you might add.
âyou have a pencil i could borrow?â he whisper yells.
âseriously?â you whisper back.
he looks to the side, then back at you. âuh⌠a pen is cool too, i guess, if thatâs all youââ
âwhat do you even have in your backpack?â you hiss through clenched teeth.
âuhh,â he genuinely searches his bag as if your question wasnât rhetorical. âa clif bar,â another side pocket is unzipped, and he grimaces apologetically when his eyes return to yours with a less than favorable answer. âand a highlighter... but itâs yellow.â
you roll your eyes and reach to grab your pencil case.
jock!yuji who effortlessly catches up to you in the courtyard after lecture with just a few long strides, scaring the shit out of you when he nudges your shoulder with his elbow, maybe a little too hard given how you stumble slightly.
âjesus fucking-â
âyouâre a fast walker!â he notes, sounding impressed. and then, his hand outstretched in front of you to reveal the hello kitty themed writing utensil youâd given him just thirty minutes ago. âforgot to give your pencil back.â
you wave him off, âkeep it.â
his brows rise, âyou sure?â
a curt laugh huffs through your nostrils. âtrust me, you need it more than i do. or are you gonna rough it with your yellow highlighter for the rest of the day?â you tease.
itâs boyish, crooked, and just a little bit cute the way he smiles down at you. a little bit.
âvery funny.â
jock!yuji who finds you in one of the libraryâs quiet study rooms later that week with your head down, brows clenched, and focus unwavering as you meticulously drag a stripe of translucent blue over the capitalized header of your notes.
it takes you a few seconds to notice his big brown eyes gazing at you intensely. and when you do, all you can manage to get out is an, âumâ?â
âi need you to tutor me.â he blurts, âplease.â
your brow quirks suspiciously, âwho told you iâm a tutor?â
his thumb juts behind him when he says, âthe giant âtutorâ sign outside the door i just came through?â
you forgot about that. âright.â
but you swore you didnât see his name on the list when you checked this morning, and you confirm that thought when you grab your phone and pull up your agenda for the day.
âwhat day did you sign up for?â you scroll through, seeing nothing but a blank page.
âhuh?â his head tilts like a puppy in response to a dog whistle. âsign up?â
âyes. you have to sign up for a time slot.â he scratches his head like he doesnât get it, so you continue with a deadpan expression. âthe qr code? you know, on the giant sign you justââ
his bottom lip juts out. did he just fucking pout? oh my god heâs pouting at you.
âjust sit down.â
jock!yuji who eventually uses your qr code to sign up for a tutoring slot with you every tuesday for the rest of the month so he doesnât accidentally interrupt another of your solo study sessions, and itâs the one thing heâs actually on time for because he really needs to pass this exam.
sharpened down to its last leg now, the same hello kitty pencil is used to scribble his answer down on the loose leaf that you also provided him. it looks comically tiny between his fingers, his penmanship a little strained due to its inconvenient size. he flips the sheet to face you, pencil slamming down determinedly and eyes looking to you with anticipation.
craning your neck slightly, you click your tongue after a heavy moment of silence. âwrong.â
he scoffs. âwhat the fuâ how?â
âyou missed the second step,â his eyes squint at where your finger is on his sheet of paper. âyuji, if you miss the second step the entire equation is wrong, no matter what.â
groaning, he lets his head drops down onto his arms like bummed child. he was never good at math, let alone statistics.
you chew on your words for a beat, but curiosity gets the best of you so you ask anyway, arms crossing over your chest.
âwhy are you always late?â after a brief pause, you tack on, ââto lecture, i mean.â
a sheepish, quiet chuckle leaves him when he sits up and rubs the back of his head. it lacks the humor it should have, like heâs ashamed to talk about it.
âtrack. i have team lifts every morning,â he fiddles with your his pencil. âand i wouldâve chosen another day to take the class but there was only one option, so,â his hands gesture to the air to complete his sentence.
âso track is more important than passing this class?â it comes out sounding harsher than you intended.
âuh, nah, itâs kinda complicated.â his jaw tenses, and itâs like you can see into him for just a moment. âi have a scholarship through track. it was just me and my grandpa for a while before he passed, so⌠thatâs how i pay for school.â
guilt instantly drenches you, lips opening and closing like a fish out of water before you finish his explanation for him. âand in order to stay on the team, and keep your scholarship⌠you need to pass this class.â
his hands are flat and pressed together for emphasis. âreally need to pass this class.â
he sees your eyes soften and waves you off immediately, he doesnât want you feeling bad for him, itâs not your fault.
âi-i shouldnât have assumed, iâm sorry.â
âdonât sweat it.â
jock!yuji whoâs starting to impress you by his fourth tutoring session. he even has his own pencil and notebook now!
but now that his understanding is starting to pick up, he canât stop his mind from wandering away from what youâre explaining to him on your laptopâs screen. he thinks about how put together you seem, how smart you clearly are. how you intentionally save a seat for him next to you in the lecture hall using your backpack now, with zero judgment and only understanding because you know heâs on his way. how your brows push together and make that cute little line between them when youâre double checking his work.
you glance up to ask if he comprehended what you just said to him, just to see his eyes on you instead of the very detailed tutorial youâd put together and recorded for him last night.
the tips of his ears run red and heâs brought back to reality, and your chest tightens with the intrusive feelings youâve been trying to ignore when he blabs,
âwhat?â
your brows have that cute little line he was just thinking about between them right now.
âdid you hear anything i just said?â
âyes.â he answers confidently. blindly.
ârepeat it.â you demand.
his lips make way for words that never come, then they close.
your head dips to the side a little when you sigh, âyuji.â
jock!yuji whoâs stomach flips when you say his name like that and he doesnât know why. maybe itâs how youâre looking up at him through your lashes expectantly, like you want him to listen because you know heâs capable of getting this. like you believe in him.
swallowing hard, he sits up straighter, âsorry,â then runs his sweaty palms run over his jeans, thighs tensed. why are his hands so sweaty?
âiâm listening.â
jock!yuji who parades into the library like he just won the lottery, slinking into your study room cooly without pushing the cracked door open any further. all five fingers slap a stapled packet down over the notes you were reading. he has the most shit eating grin on his face.
âyujiââ
âread that,â he points to the top right corner, taps on it. âtell me what that says.â
so you do, eyes flying back up to see him so loaded with excitement that you find out he has a dimple.
âyou passed!â
âb-minus,â his hands shoot up like he just won the super bowl, voice booming, âi fuckin passed, baby!â
a few very agitated students glare at him so you shush him and grab his wrist, yanking him to sit down with you. you try your best to stifle your laugh and ignore the sensation that blooms deep in your gut at what he called you, even if he didnât mean it like that.
jock!yuji who is utterly shocked when he offers to treat you to lunch and you actually say yes (he was going to resort to begging if you said no). granted, he did phrase it as being a form of compensation for helping him pass the exam, since you volunteer as a tutor in the library for free and all.
he knows he was a pain in the ass to teach so he insisted, also because he couldnât find the balls to ask you out without a reason beneath it as a safety net. what he didnât know, is that you wouldâve said yes regardless of his declaration of âowing you oneâ.
all his nerves wash away and replace with a small bout of confidence when you simply ask. âwhen?â
though theyâre quick in their return, hitting him like a freight train the very next day as you stand at your front door where heâs picking you up from, beautiful as ever with a smile he selfishly wants to keep for some reason. but he wonât get ahead of himself, itâs only lunch, nothing more.
jock!yuji who is so much more than what you expected that you curse your past self for judging him before you really got to know him. heâs ridiculously funny, incredibly kind and insanely attractive. and while youâve always known that last part, actually getting to know him made it all the more apparent.
he laughs at every joke you make, a real belly laugh, the kind thatâs not the slightest bit polite and makes you laugh too just by hearing it. and he listens to you with his entire body as you talk about something he truly has no reason to care about, chin in hand, eyes peeled and face emotive.
but you wonât get ahead of yourself, and youâll repeat it in your head until itâs what you believe. that as he places his card down on the bill and scribbles whatâs supposed to be his name in cursive under the tip portion, that this is only lunch and nothing more. a kind gesture.
until the two of you are back in his dorm room and jock!yuji, who is beet faced and kiss drunk genuinely thinks he might pass out from how fast his heart is drumming against his ribcage when you break away from him to breathe, a string of shared saliva connecting you both. breathing is overrated, he thinks, flushed lips chasing after yours like theyâre two halves of a whole that shouldnât be separated, his body pressing into you with a hunger that makes your stomach churn. and you duck your head down to his tensed jaw instead, mind feeling hazy because his cologne smells so good itâs making you dizzy.
large hands squeeze your denim clad hips as youâre perched in his lap and if you shift them forward one more time he might lose his composure, but he still canât stop himself from helping you rock down into him and he doesnât think he wants to. the sensation of your heated gasp tickles against his skin, makes his adams apple bob dangerously in his throat and heâs really trying to be gentleman but you arenât making this easy for him.
your lips are so much softer, so much better than he imagined and his tongue darts out to lick at his own, tasting the faint hint of strawberry youâve left on them. you donât know how many nights heâs spent wondering what your chapstick would taste like.
he relishes in the feeling of you nibbling at his skin, maybe a little too much, he realizes, when a strangled mewl claws its way from his throat and makes you pull away to look at him with adorable concern.
âshould i get off?â
jock!yuji whoâd do anything to keep you right hereâ whoâs so quick to shake his head that you canât help the giggle that escapes you and he canât help but feel a little embarrassed for being so eager.
âplease donât.â
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