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Maplestory - Shining Heart Angelic Buster arc | Chapter 2 - Looking for yourself

As time passes as they continued to wait for the communicators, some of the members decided to practice in the training room to keep themselves sharp. It took about an hour for them to wait, but once they were done, they saw the police officer walking towards them with a hover table following her. On it were 8 boxes with each a letter. Where there was at first a serious expression on her face was now a pleased expression on her face as she saw no one really causing trouble.

"Everyone, my team has just finished configurating the communicators. Inside each boxes contains the devices that are linked together. Each of them can hold two days without being charged, but make sure you'll charge them in their container each night. And we advice you to not put your communicators in the same container when charging. It's not that it doesn't charge, it's just to make sure that no one gets a pair of communicators that aren't linked to each other."

While almost everyone was confused, Maroon casually opened one of the containers-- the one with the letter M, which showed the watch and earpiece she mentioned before putting it on. Once he puts it on, Maroon spoke up.

"Simply put, keep it in the box it came with." He started to explain. "Seems like you've put the first letter of our names in each of the boxes. I guess it's to help make sense of who's who's?"

"That is correct," Naona responds. "A is for Aran, K is for Kyle, O is for Oz, M is for Maroon, V is for Velderoth, T is for Tear, J is for Jack and Y is for Yamato. Just put those communicators in the box you have and you'll all be fine. We've also gotten maps of each of the locations in the Mapleworld and Grandis thanks to Yamato's help."

The group was surprised to hear that, or rather, surprised he did that without them noticing. But Maroon quickly smiled hearing that. "Quick thinking there, Yamato. So I guess we're also able to locate one another in case of emergencies?"

"It was originally to know locate each other in case we're dealing with more than just a singular doppelganger," Naona responds before nodding after thinking about it. "However, that is also very much a useful feature of it. The watch has a map built in to help for those who are still new to the place." She looked towards her son's direction as she continued to talk while pulling out what seemed to be a radio antenna device from one of the drawers inside the headquarter. "Due to this feature I'd like for you to install this And configure it so that every communicator's location can be at it's most accurate. You know how it works, right?"

"I know it? I've practically studied such technologies with Akari so of course I know how it works!" He responds as a chuckle escaped his lips while he examines the device before lifting it.

"...We're probably going to need permission from the elders," Kyle spoke up, looking at it with curiosity from a distance. "But you can leave it to me and Tear. I think we need to mount it somewhere high up?"

"That's right," Maroon responds with a nod. "Consider it a base for our communicators. Speaking of, I'll give you all the run down once it's mounted and configured. Kyle, Velderoth, if it's alright with you two can I ask for help in mounting it? I think I am going to mount it somewhere on the temple so like you said, permission from the elders is necessary."

"Then I will come along to explain the situation in full detail." Naona spoke up. "After all, it was my idea to use these communicators. I feel like it's right for me to handle the negotiations and supervise mounting the base antenna. Any objections?"

The group made their voices heard: they had no issue with it at all. Tear certainly had no issue with it, she was somewhat hoping she would tag along as Tear felt that Naona easily was able to make the group listen to her request.

So with that, they all went back to Pantheon. The negotiations were made and the base was mounted properly. There even was extra small talks with Fenelle and the rest of the priest and priestesses about the importance of these communicators. In the end, it all went without a hitch before Naona said her goodbyes to the team and best wishes on the mission.

Once she left to Lawain City once more, it was time for the mission to truly begin. And thus, the group split into 4 teams, each heading into their destined direction,

with Maroon and Velderoth to the East, Tear and Yamato to the North, Aran and Jack to the South which leaves Kyle and Oz taking the west.

Each team was looking hard for any signs of the doppelganger, but they had some conversations along the way, with the most silent one being the northern team.

"..." Tear was silent compared to how she usually was, way too silent. It was enough for Yamato to take notice and speak up as rare as it is for him to speak when he took note of her expression.

"...You seem concerned, Tear." Yamato started to talk to her, "While I understand that facing a mirror image of yourself can be difficult to deal with, you seem to have taken it well until now. Is it because of the question left you with has troubled you?"

"Hmm? Oh...No, it's just..." She was silent for a moment, trying to gather her thoughts before letting out a soft sigh. "...I was trying to distract myself, honestly. And now that there's nothing to distract me with..."

"...What is it that worries you?" Yamato spoke up once more, his eyes focusing on hers that had tried to look to the other side. "Is it related to her?"

The area was silent as they were walking around the field, it was clear to the Dual Blader that she was troubled by the doppelganger. And when she started to speak, he listened...

"...Kind of, yes." Tear responds. "All this time I've had to live a double life, with the one side as Tear and the other as Angelic Buster until a few months ago when I finally have come forth to Kyle with the truth after I've stopped becoming an idol and started focusing on what I wanted to be: A hero of justice. And now...There's a doppelganger or another me walking around. I won't lie, I want her out of my life, but I don't want to kill her-- that's just not what a hero should do. But if we keep her around I fear that I might be replaced as a person."

"..." Yamato, after hearing all that, nodded as he understood the issue she was facing.

"You're conflicted with the actions you feel should be taken given the issue you're facing while concerning the morals of these potential actions." Yamato responded, "You're faced with a difficult decision that will require a compromise one way or another. The question will be if the action you're willing to take and the morals you're going to be sacrificing will be worth it. You may not like the outcome of it, but if you want to tackle this issue you will need to compromise on something."

"...As I was afraid of, I'll either do what a hero shouldn't do, or have to deal with a doppelganger for the rest of my life..." Tear wasn't pleased to hear it, if anything she felt like she was facing an inevitable outcome...

"...Even so, you shouldn't worry about being replaced." Yamato spoke up. "While the doppelganger might look the same and the likes, the impact you have on the people around you and the world at large is something no clone, doppelganger or mirror self can do. Just because her presence and actions might leave an impact, doesn't mean that it will ruin the bonds you've made. Bonds might shake, but it'll only end up growing a stronger bond. You shouldn't let your fear take over you. Keep that in mind, push forward and have faith in your comrades and you will be rewarded."

"..." Tear's expression didn't change, but she did nod before responding. "...Thank you. You do talk a lot when you need to-- and a lot of important stuff too. You make Maroon's sentences seem small compared to what you say. Though I think you're right. It reminded me what he said-- that I'm irreplaceable."

"...Hmm," Yamato nodded in agreement. "You could think of it that way. Not everyone needs to say everything to get their point across. Besides, at least you've got good friends, family and yes, even loved ones too."

"Yeah..." Remembering that did cause her to start to smile again, albeit a small one. "Say, have you noticed Veldie acting a bit distant to Maroon?"

"Veldie? You mean Velderoth? And distant?" Yamato repeated, remembering the time the group was together. He had kept an eye on the green haired Nova until the mission started. After thinking about it, he nodded. "...I see what you mean, although I don't think distant is the right word to describe it. If anything, he seemed on edge. Do you think there's potential conflict brewing between the two?"

"Uhhh..." After thinking about the times where Tear and Maroon and even Kyle faced off with Velderoth, she felt a growing concern in her mind once more.

"...Probably. At first I thought it's simply because they don't mesh well together, but now that you've mention conflicts and on edge...Do you think he's feeling the similar concern I had with the doppelganger...?"

"...." A sigh escaped Yamato's lips as he realized what it could be. "...If that's the case, I fear it's rooted much deeper than just being enemies. You and Kyle are his childhood friends, right?"

"Yeah...If we see him again, I hope he doesn't see me and Kyle as former friends..."

On the eastern side of Pantheon field, Maroon and Velderoth had some exchanges here and there but were mostly silent. It was only later in their search that someone started to speak up, that being Velderoth.

"...Hey, so you've seen the Helisseum hideout-- that place with the telescope, yes?" Velderoth asked, but still continued talking after that question. "Did you know it used to be the base of the Helisseum Force?"

"Hmm?" Maroon turned to look at the Nova with a raised eyebrow. An odd question in his opinion, but he is still going to respond.

"It's only my first time I've seen. Why did you want to talk about the hideout? Does it have any sentimental value to you?"

"..." Velderoth was silent on that question and instead, asked another question instead, his eyes once again glaring at the half dragon in front of him. "...Tell me, did they invited you to join the Helisseum force?"

"..." Maroon observed the expression on the other's face, a serious expression was shown in return. He had a feeling there was more to this than a simple discussion.

"While I've only heard of it until recently and hence why I am not a part of it, I get the feeling it's not just about the Helisseum force that you're concerned about, is it?" He used his creation abilities to create two rock like formations, formations they can use as a seat. "I had a feeling you've got something against me. Let's have a seat. It's best to talk this through before we can continue the mission, right?"

"..." Velderoth was silent, his fist clenched. A part of him wants to fight the blonde male in front of him, but...He's right, they have a mission and they're a team whether he liked it or not. So with that, he sat down with Maroon. And with that...Velderoth was ready to let everything that was in his mind out.

"....Why do you have to be here..?" Velderoth said as he leaned forward. That expression on his face didn't change as of yet.

"I was once best friends with Tear and Kyle, we even founded the Helisseum force. The hideout is more than just a sentimental value-- it was the place where we three promised to stay as best friends back when we were kids. It wasn't the best sure, but it had value. even if it was made by a bunch of kids it was still our hideout."

Velderoth tone softened reminiscing about the past.

"It was all back before we faced Magnus for the first time, before Kyle became Kaiser and before Tear got her magic-- it was when we were all still normal. We were pretending to be knights, hoping that we three could become knights to help out in the war of liberating Helisseum from Magnus' rule. All seemed fine and stable and we were hoping that we could make an effort. We three decided I was the leader. It all changed when the two got so much more stronger than me, when Kyle's power as Kaiser awakened and when Tear got her powers and become Angelic Buster. At first it didn't bother me all that much, but when we came face to face with Magnus for the first time, we were outmatched and I was powerless to help or lead."

"...And that's when you've decided to follow Magnus to become stronger, right?" Maroon asked before Velderoth nodded.

"Yes...Sure, that meant betraying the nation and my friends, but I was hoping that they understood my point of view. Before long I was under his influence and soon was influenced by his world views. I was hoping that it would end with us three being reunited. And while it happen in the end..."

Velderoth's voice started to gain a tone of anger, making it clear how he's feeling.

"....That's when YOU came." He said his fist still clenched, gritting his teeth as he was ready to snap at the half dragon.

"Not only were you one of the people who made me lose a second time and humiliatingly so, but you were involved in their lives more and more often. You became friends, you had fun with the two of them while I had to suffer for trying to gain more strength to help out and what did I get!? I was captured, be deemed as a traitor and worst of all I was facing the death sentence and I accepted it but no-- you had to step in and even ruin that!! Instead of the end of my life I had to work while you still had fun with them which caused me to start to realize that they were silently being replaced by you--"

He now stood up, letting out all that frustration in two sentences.

"MY FRIENDS REPLACED ME WITH YOU!!! THEY DID, DIDN'T THEY!?"

"..." That last two sentences echoed across the fields did made Maroon silent for a second. Velderoth definitely had made his point clear-- that was something Maroon knew. A sigh escaped his lips as he stood up.

"...So that's why you were looking at me like that."

He was dusting himself off a bit as he started to talk.

"I'm not going to sugarcoat this: while some parts are indeed unintentionally my fault and it's your right to hold a grudge against me, don't forget what you've done as well as well as the reputation you've made across the whole two worlds. Had you not been Tear's friend I wouldn't have batted an eye I wouldn't have gone through all those hoops to help you out. However..." A smile appeared on his lips as he looked at the Nova once more.

"....You ARE and still are Tear's friend at least. It's thanks to her that I was convinced that I think you deserved a second chance. You know her, she wants to help her friends and family out and that includes you too. Besides, she told me what kind of person you were back before you joined Magnus' side. A caring leader figure...And if that's what Tear says, then I'm sure at some point that side of you will shine once more and for that I'm willing to give you a chance to redeem yourself and show the Velderoth that they've missed not just to me but to everyone."

He once again reached his hand out to him, ready for a handshake.

"So. Let's try again, want to join the mission to help your friend and redeem yourself?"

"..." Velderoth was silent, looking at that stretched out hand. He still had a grudge on the male, but helping out a friend... Velderoth finally reached out and shook his hand, though his glare still present.

"I'm only doing this to help her out, just so you know. Are you seriously going to believe that I have a chance to redeem myself after all that?"

"As a matter of a fact--" Maroon responds as he leaned forward before nodding.

"--I do. It may be long and some may never forgive, but a knight that went down the wrong path can always return to the right path. Besides, look at me-- I went from fugitive and being chased after the six heroes of Maple to being the husband of the queen of the elven kingdom herself. Crazier things can happen. And if that's not enough, look at Tear. A girl that was once bullied for a lack of magic and tail to being a stand-up citizen across Pantheon. If lightning can strike twice then redemption is definitely in your path, so don't lose hope and keep striving for betterment! Strive and shine, Velderoth. Cause that's what stars do!"

And with that Maroon continued to walk to the east. Velderoth was silent for a moment at how calm he was. It actually made Velderoth lose his anger as he sighed with a shrug before following him. The further they walked the more calmed down Velderoth became. It didn't take long for him to calm down completely before speaking up once more after checking on the map.

"Say, we're heading to the East Sanctum." Velderoth noted with a raised eyebrow. "Does it have to do with that Eskalade person by any chance?"

"Unfortunately it does." Maroon responds, the joy in his voice not being present at all. "Eskalade Lorang is the god that originally gave Tear her powers that allowed her to become Angelic Buster. I believe you're aware that she got the relic from that incident."

"...Eskalade Lorang?" Velderoth repeated.

"Yes," Maroon responds. "Do you know of him as well?"

"He isn't a god-- at least from what I've read in the history books. He's loud and proud with his pride getting the better of him to the point he called himself a god. He's more so a warrior of ancient times. He may be powerful, but he is no god."

"He isn't??" That got him to raise an eyebrow. He's no god? "I'm surprised to hear that. Though that makes total sense from what I was able to sense thus far. So he's got powers rivaling gods but that is it? I'm surprised."

Hearing his surprise did make him feel a bit better...But hearing that news also made him realize how lucky they were for Tear to get that relic before Magnus.

"...Oh, by the way Velderoth--" Maroon spoke once more. "Since you've read it in the history books, has there also been mentions of Eskalade's uhh... How should I best put it...um, mentions of Eskalade's womanizing tendencies...?"

"..." Velderoth raised an eyebrow at him almost as if he was weirded out by it. "...The fuck?" He blurted out, "Are you being serious here or what?"

"No I'm being quite real here--" Maroon responded. "I've been able to contact Eskalade a few times and I will be honest, he definitely seems to be the kind of guy who would date a lot of women. If you don't believe me you can ask Tear, or Eskalade himself once we get there."

"Hold on--" Velderoth interrupted. "We're going to see him directly!?"

"Well, more like speak to him directly, but yes."

And by the time Maroon had said that, they arrived at the east sanctum. It was a piece of architecture and engineering genius made by the hands of the priest and priestesses that had founded these sanctums. From the cracks and broken parts it's clear to say that the sanctum is old yet still cleaned on a regular basis. In the center was a beam of light piercing through the heavens with in the middle of the light a cube like object.

"...Are you really sure we should get close to it?" Velderoth spoke up in which Maroon responds while walking closer to the cube.

"We have to if we're going to get any answers on the potential of another Angelic Buster. I know he's not our favorite kid of guy to deal with, but he's strong and wise enough to hopefully sense her presence if need be. Besides, if she's Angelic Buster it's likely she'll also have an Eskalade of her own and surely he can sense his own power, right?"

"...You've made a good point." Velderoth responds, although a sigh escaped his lips.

As the two have gotten close enough, Maroon spoke up in hopes it would reach the warrior inside the relic.

"...Eskalade--" he reaches out. "--I have come to seek an audience with you, it is about Tear."

Silence surrounds the air. It was seconds to nearly a minute of silence, before Velderoth broke the silence.

"...Are you sure Eskalade resides in it?"

"I'm positive, but like you, he doesn't have positive feelings towards me. It's actually partly because of me that he's back to being like this." Maroon responded, already thinking about the next plan of attack.

"..." Velderoth rolled his eyes. "He's a 'god' like you said, did you not? Let me try."

He went on one knee, kneeling before the relic like a knight kneels before his king before speaking up.

"...O' lord Eskalade Lorang, we've come to summon ourselves before ye to seek an audience with you, renowned and mighty deity of us warriors. We came in concern of a possible doppelganger and we wish to know more of them."

Once again, silence surrounds the air, but it only lasted at least ten seconds before the two could hear a voice-- a burly voice.

"Yeah yeah I'm coming. Uuuugh, I had a nice nap too!" It was Eskalade's voice. While they couldn't see it, he did turn to look at them.

"Hmm? Oh...It's you two." He noted with an annoyed disappointment in his voice.

"Wha--" Velderoth raised an eyebrow. He was being polite and getting this response. Maroon however snickered lightly as he spoke up. "Seems like we're both as welcome of a guest as one another--"

"And you--" Eskalade's spoke to Maroon, his voice clearly not amused. "After everything you and that brat you're dating have done, why have you come back here? Haven't you done enough of this payback already?"

"Uhh yeah I have--" Maroon admitted, "however there's another issue coming up we require you he--"

"Not interested." Eskalade interrupted.

"...Could you please at least what we have to say, sir?" Velderoth spoke up once more.

"Eh?" Eskalade looked at Velderoth. If he had a physical body, Eskalade would've already scratched his ears by now.

"Why should I listen to a brat who sided with Magnus and the one who caused that kid to be too loud and rebellious. Seriously, why should I?"

"...Cause this also concerns you." Velderoth spoke up, furring one brow a little bit of annoyance. "There's another Angelic Buster present here and--"

"Oh god there's two of them now!?" Eskalade spoke up with a groan. "Uuuugh-- as if fate hasn't given me enough headaches already. First Tear went bratty and rogue on me and now this!? Hmrpfh, I'm getting too old for this. Come back when you two find a hot chick for me to make a contract with, then we can talk. But until then, lemme nap for another eternity."

"..." Okay, that started to annoy Velderoth more, so he tried to speak up once more. "...But aren't you Eskalade Lorang, ancient Nova warrior from the past? We need to know if there is indeed to Angelic Busters!"

"Well yes I am, but I've retired." Eskalade responds, his snarl could be heard under his breath. "Just scram, You kids don't need me anymore anyway. Better to let this old soul rest either in peace or with someone that won't actually give me a headache."

"..." A soft scoff escaped Velderoth's lips. He has seen and heard enough. So with that, he turned around and started to walk. "...Very well. Seems like legends are overexaggerated after all."

But when he's walking away he heard Eskalade's voice one more time. "Fine then, go back to that Magnus person or whatever he's called. Surely he can help out with that brat's problem--"

"Brat?--" Velderoth spoke up, he was now beyond annoyed. He turned back to Eskalade and walked up to the relic where he resides.

"Listen here you old man, you can mock me, shame me, belittle me whatever you want, you can talk your fat mouth about me all you want but I dare you to utter one bad sentence to her!!--"

He was about throw his sword at the relic, but Maroon grabbed a hold of his wrist in time before Velderoth could be able to throw the blade at him.

"Don't Velderoth," Maroon spoke up, "As satisfying as it is to give him a piece of our mind, he's not worth it. He's basically useless to us like he said. Besides, you're better than this-- better than Magnus."

"..." He lowered his sword, his anger not subsiding yet. However, he closes his eyes and nodded. With that, without saying anything, the two left the sanctum, leaving Eskalade alone once more before he went back to sleep.

After they're far away from the sanctum, Velderoth spoke up once more.

"...Now I know why you spoke ill about him." Velderoth had sheathed his sword, before he used his fist to punch the nearest tree. It did hurt, but he had to let that anger out.

"Ancient nova hero my ass-- he's nothing more than a old perverted asshole! Why didn't you say anything to him?"

"...Trust me Velderoth, I could have said the whole thing." Maroon responds "But we've got at least one important information in mind. Eskalade is still in the sanctum and it seems like he doesn't care about making contracts with Tear anymore-- or a doppelganger."

"And that's important, because...?"

"That's important cause that removes the potentiality that something similar will happen in the future-- that history will repeat itself."

"Hmm..." Velderoth nodded before responding. "That's true...Also.."

"Hmmm?"

"...Thank you for trying to stop me. I've let my anger get the better of me."

"..." Maroon paused for a few seconds to process that compliment before a soft smile appeared on his face. "It's understandable though, Eskalade can be pretty uncaring towards certain people as you've witnessed."

"Honestly, Eskalade brings shame to us warriors. A shame Tear had to deal with that old man."

"I know right?" Maroon responds, "I'd throw him in a blender if I really wanted it to after that. But let's focus on--"

Before Maroon could finish his sentence, a beep came from their communicators. It was from Aran's team.

"Everyone, we've got an emergency!--" Aran's voice could be heard from the earpiece. "We're dealing with a big stone monster in the orange forest!"

The two males looked at each other before nodding. They have to use a portal to get to it.

Meanwhile Aran and Jack were trying and make some distance away from what seemed to be of all creatures...

A limestone Tokka, albeit one of ginormous proportions as it's nearly taller than some of the trees. Aran was using her polearm to slice through it while Jack was using his giant shoulder mounted cannon to shoot a giant missile at it.

"Sheesh, this gem is a tough nut to crack!" Jack spoke up, already taking higher ground. He was already placing another missile in the cannon, ready to fire it.

"Yeah. As if we already haven't dealt with enough big monsters in our lives--" Focusing her magic on the polearm she made a big spiritual polearm extruding out of it before swinging it down slicing the Limestone Tokka through the middle.

While it did get split down the middle, it quickly healed itself as if the cut never had happened, showing that it had a great healing factor. This annoyed Jack a lot.

"Agh, shiver me timbers." He curses himself before he noticed just next to him a random blur speeding by. Aran too noticed the speeding blur. It was pink and blue. And her voice sounded very familiar when the familiar giant ring appeared just behind the figure.

"CELESTIAL ROAR!!"

The ring let our a soul shaking roar hit the Tokka, causing it to to take massive amounts of damage. The attack caused it to require some time to get back up so the stranger had time to do another attack. She summoned a couple of star blades from the sky to drop down onto the Tokka, causing it to take some fatal damages, before it ceased moving all together. The giant tokka was slain somehow. And who salin it?

"That was a close call...Hey, are you guys alright?"

This person seemed to be...Angelic Buster? He appearance looks similar enough, but she had a different look to what they knew her as. She had more pink and purple to the mix and even blue in her hair.

The two tanned duo looked at her, which she looked back, before speaking up.

"Hmmmm... Yeah, you two look okay, but you t wo seemed surprised to see me? Anyway, I'm a busy girl right now, so gotta jet!"

Before the two could speak up, this Angelic Buster already decided to run. She seems...Busy?

It wasn't long till the first two, Velderoth and Maroon, arrived at the location through a dimension gate, but once they were there, the other Angelic Buster was almost nowhere to be seen.

"What's the situation--" Velderoth spoke up, before Aran responds.

"Forget us-- we've found the other Angelic Buster-- she went that way!" She pointed at the north, where Maroon could notice the small strand of pink hair moving out of his field of view.

"--Crap, we can't catch her in time--" before Velderoth could finish his sentence...Boom, Maroon engaged his overdrive and dashed towards the north at a blazing speed.

While he was chasing her, Velderoth was utterly surprised how fast her was. Before he could speak up, the rest of the team arrived, with Tear and Yamato being last and Tear having transformed into Angelic Buster.

"What happened?" Tear spoke up, which Aran responds.

"...We had trouble with that giant stone monster before what we think is the doppelganger that we were looking for."

"R-really!?" Tear responded in surprise, before Jack nodded.

"Yeah-- and Maroon's chasin' her down like a shark hunting it's prey. So hopefully our mission will be close to being done."

"So...That was her?" Velderoth asked to make sure he didn't saw anything weird.

"That was her yes," Aran responded. "The best we can do now is to let Maroon do his thing. He's fast on his feet in his overdrive-- too fast for us to catch up so we're going to have to wait for orders."

Meanwhile, the other Angelic Buster tried to shoot a few attacks from her soul shooter towards Maroon, only to miss with each shot as he moved into random directions while still closing in the distance. It was clear it annoyed her.

"H-hey, I didn't ask you to follow me, weirdo!" She yelled at him, shooting what seemed to be a soul shooter aimed at him, only for it to go through a portal that closed down the second it got inside of the portal.

"Sorry pal, but you're not getting away from me!!!"

And thus, the chase is on. Will the other Angelic Buster escape his grasp or will he be victorious in his capture?

All will be revealed in the next chapter/drabble.

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Kingky

Pairing: Prince!Atsumu x f!reader

Summary: getting royal dick on valentine's day < 3

cw: body worship, dacryphilia, marking, breeding , praise (receiving and giving), sir/king kink, defaming royalty??(idfk what to call it) treason, possessiveness, borderline yandere, hurt/comfort, body worship, rough sex to soft sex, mind games, sacrilege, slight cnc (barley), former virgin reader, corruption kink, false sympathy, sweetheart to meanie >: ( , idk if this is slow burn

wc: 7.8k

a/n: for the jj plays cupid event!!!!! Thanks to @alto-march-of-death and @kmorgzz for helping build this story and giving me the title.

Happy valentines day,

love valentine < 3

- 18+ Minors DNI

“Stop being a crybaby, calm down”

His stern voice making you more anxious, not knowing how you ended up sitting in his lap. Feeling like a dog under him, or right now on top of him. Wondering how you got in this position daily, hourly.

You didn't understand why he kept you around, always having his hand around you whenever he could. You weren't the only pretty girl in the country, you weren't even qualified to be with him, being a somewhat servant before him snatching you up.

As much as you tried you couldn't ignore the stares and side comments of all the other girls in the harem, it made your eyes water, trying to wipe them when you got back to your room the prince gave you, all the others living in the same building, much more run down than yours; maybe that was one of the reasons.

Looking in the solid gold mirror he gifted you, ‘just cause’, always reflecting your red and puffy eyes daily as you called your most trusted maid to grab you some ice.

She was the only thing keeping you sane. No, the prince never did or pushed you to give him anything, but it was natural to be scared. Being in a foreign state after your guardians sold you. Aran, the only one who treated you like a human being and not a prize, saving you from being sold completely by saying that the prince would take care of you. As he worked under him his whole life as guard, proving his dedication.

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Thinking back to the day you listened to the first love of your life, dressing in their outfits on the day of the celebration. Aran keeping a close watch on you, seeing your uncertainty knowing you had no other way out.

He flashed you a small smile, not big enough for anyone to see but you, trying his best to reassure you that everything was going as planned.

Hearing the drums stop, you and everyone else at the festival turned their heads to the large door, carved out of the most luxurious stone, their family crest being engraved onto it.

You bowed seeing everyone else do it, the head advisors words being caught in your mind, "To properly curtsy, you place the right foot behind the left and then it's just a slight bob, what you don't want is when a lady goes too far down and then she can't come up."

This being the third time you done it since you've been here, the first after running into prince Sakusa’s advisor. Him declaring that you would be a perfect match for his concubine after seeing you at the banquet the other day.

He continued by saying that he wouldn't be able to deny your beauty and that you would be perfect for him, even making an exception for you due to his distaste with the women in his country.

You tried to zone out of the conversation until the words “produce an heir” brought you back. You froze, throat closing, sweat now forming on your body extremely repulsed at the thought of being in that situation. Aran quickly noticed the state you were in and told his advisor that you weren't feeling good, leading you back to your room, his hand supporting your back as you trembled in his hold.

You entered the room that had been provided for you while you stayed here, immediately crying your eyes out as soon as the door closed. Your dreams of having a family, a normal family, the only thing you've ever wanted, being snatched right from your roughed up hands.

You turned your attention back , hearing the Herald speak. His voice being loud shocking you, but you still kept your balance not wanting to mess up already.

“Now introducing His Grace, the Duke of Inari, followed by His Royal Highnesses, the Princes of Inari.”

You slightly looked up, seeing the king followed by the two princes, not being able to tell them apart.

But luckily Aran moved ajar to his prince, the other prince’s and duke’s guard doing the same for them before they went their separate ways. Everyone lifting their heads now as you did the same following in suit. The party resumed itself as you could see everyone going back to drinking and taking along with the music returning.

They moved to the prince's chair, making out that they were talking, not being able to read their lips, not that you wanted too, what was their business you had no involvement in nor did you want to. But that changed when you saw aran gesture towards you out of the corner of your eye.

That's when the prince you would grow to care for laid his dark eyes on you for the first time, not being able to take them off, making you shiver in embarrassment. The outfit you had on only covering the parts that needed to be. The ‘dress’ you had on having slits on your legs all the way up your upper thighs,borderline hips.

The white, almost see through material held together by jewels and gold, along with your hair being fastened the same way, hoping nothing was out of place. You wanted to do a good job for him, trusting him with all your heart since he was the only you've had your whole life.

You were brought back to reality by noticing that Aran and the price weren't in the same place, quickly looking around before you were greeted by a charming smile as you turned your head straight again.

“Good evening my lady” he said, holding his right hand covered in jewels out, slightly bowing to be eye level with you, his smile not fading. And as you looked him in the eyes you froze yet again, getting entranced by his gaze, so warm and compassionate yet terrifyingly cold, remembering the power he held.

You looked up at aran for a second, him reassuring you that you were supposed to give him your hand, so you did.

“Good evening, your royal highness.” trying to be as confident as you could, again breaking eye contact with the prince one again to look at aran, making sure everything you did was right.

“Would you care to join me for some drinks?” the crown on his head shining brighter than the stars, his eyes still lingering on you.

“Y-yes your highness” you stuttered out, shocked that this was working. Even if you didnt what you were supposed to say. No? You'd probably be executed if you did, the thoughts plaguing your mind as you walked alongside him and Aran towards their table.

He sat down patting next to him for you to sit. Yo looked up at Aran, standing there nodding as confirmation. As you then sat next to him, as far away as you could without it being obvious, or at least he didn't mind.

He poured you a drink into a gold cup, guessing the red liquid to be wine, before pushing it towards you “Thank you your highness” you said more assured this time, picking it up with both hands wrapped around it, nervous that you'd drop it.

This continued the whole night, feeling more comfortable due to the alcohol and Aran being your ‘protector’; even though he'd kill you if the prince asked him too. Lucky that you weren't lightheaded, this night being the first time you've ever had more than one drink.

You even laughed, the prince saying something funny trying to get it out of you, and from the moment he saw your smile he was entranced.

A few days after you were requested by the prince, Aran coming to fetch you. The relief on both of your faces that you'd at least end up somewhere where he could watch over you too.

You were greeted by him after passing through the gate, the prince himself helping you get out of the carriage and not your guard. He expressed that he couldn't keep his mind off you for days, your pretty face being the only thing running though his mind before finally asking you to be one of his girls.

As much as you didnt want to be “one of his many girls” you didn't have any other option than to be with, some random guy, sorry- a prince. Or be sold to an old guy whose wife ‘suddenly’ died, the thought making you cringe.

You put on a fake smile, finally let go of all your hopes and dreams, letting yourself be his, completely in and out. “Yes your highness. I would love that!”

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“Miss y/n!” your maid said coming back. “The prince wants to see you!” she exasperatedly said, running back here as it was urgent to get you ready to see him, always having to look perfect for him.

He probably wanted to talk to you about valentine’s day, something he or anyone in this country doesn't celebrate, mentioning it to him about a week ago as you laid in his arms after being with him the whole evening.

Thinking back on it; being embarrassed at how you asked, covering your face at the thought.

“I-it's um-, a day where… couples spend together” you said in a combination of mumbling and whispering out the last part, not wanting to make anything out of you twos 'relationship’. Not expecting anything after being together after being his for almost 9 months.

You've grown accustomed to not expecting anything, always getting disappointed in the end. Being emotional was hard, running in the nearest private place letting your tears run free at the littlest things, but at the end of the day it was just because no one listened to you. Someone being the slightest bit attentive to you was all it took to make you happy,.

She ran a bath for you, the steam rising as you got in it, giving you the ice you requested for your face while putting in some oils from the flowers you were growing.

Them residing in the same garden that grew the ones you planted for the a few months ago, wanting to give them as a sort of goodbye present, or not. Still being unsure about staying with him, even already writing a letter around a month ago; hiding it in the pocket in the fur coat.

You just knew at the moment you were going to play into his hands, letting him do whatever he wanted to you, not that you wouldn't enjoy it; he always took care of you.

Another reason you've grown attached to him, not realizing if you genuinely liked him, or the affection and attention he so profusely gave you. Sometimes you ever questioned your love, not romantic anymore for Aran, wondering the same. The both of them being the only ones to ever treat you with any sort of care or respect, besides your personal maid.

After doing your hair the way he liked it, along with putting on the light fitted dress you loved to wear, tou took one last look in the mirror before you walked to his office.

“My lord...” you stummerd now, clinging onto his robe straddling his leg, a heat rising up to your face. Your body never knowing how to control itself after being with him.

The other woman's jealousy still got to you, even the way they looked at you made you cower. You were sensitive, still not numb to it after everything you've been through. You were weak inside and outside. Nowhere near good enough to be his, whatever he wanted to call it.

But he noticed, not letting none of them do anything to you, you having your own personal bodyguard now. Usually spending the night with him in his room, and during the day you just sit in his lap and entertain him while he works.

He was in no way a bad prince, in fact he was a great one in your opinion, putting everyone first along with his brother, twin brother, as you learned. But something you also understood was do as you were told or it would be the end of your life, as your dear friend Aran said.

“Just because he likes you doesn't mean he’ll keep you forever.” His words always replaying themselves in your mind every time the prince did something for you, whether it was buying you something again, or that one time he gifted you a whole garden for you to tend to when he couldn't be around.

Yes you were insecure about you two’s ‘relationship’, wondering if you should just leave as you later found out any of the girls were free to leave. But the way he treats you you've grown accustomed to. Waking up in the morning, the first thing crossing your mind being him, even if you slept in separate beds. Immediately reaching out for him being disappointed when he wasn't next to you.

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There’s nobody else here, which is as much of a surprise to you as it is to the rest of the girls that had been ushered out. It’s just you and him, with the overwhelming tension blinding and dizzying.

The bath that you two were in, warmed to your liking, was only adding to that fact. After rubbing his shoulders and feeding him the sliced apples he liked, pampering him like the royalty he was, your arms got tired along with your mind. Thinking about the fact that you may not be here in a month, the ache in your heart growing.

Reaching out for some of the wine his maids had prepared earlier in the glasses as he beat you to it. Gently taking your jaw into his hand, tilting your head back enough, as you let him. Letting the slightly chilled liquid make its way down your throat. His eyes grazing you like you were a little lamb and he was a big bad wolf coming knocking on your door.

His thumb swipes once across your lips, partly cleaning up some of the wine that escaped your them. His soft grin widening, his voice being laced with the smell of liquor. “you’re so pretty, my love.” pushing your pulled up hair to the side, laying soft open mouthed kisses along your neck. Shivering at the touch while melting into his arms. “so pretty.”

You heart flutters in fearful anticipation, the lust in your body rising to the top. Every movement of his forcing a sharp, terrifying jab at your chest. He stares, stares for too long

His fingers holding a vice grip to your jaw, thumb poking at your lips, tugging your lower lip down. Marveling at you for a few more moments, before his hand falls back to his side, and he sighs.

He was entranced from the very moment he saw you.

He helped you out of the tub as it grew too cool, placing your hands in his as he then picked you up over the ledge. Placing your feet on the floor, your wet body now getting cold while admiring his slightly tanned figure as he loosely wrapped the light robe around your frame, doing the same to himself.

His broad toned chest peeking through; his pretty collarbones exposed just for you. Impure thoughts getting to you as you remembered the last time the two of you were in here. Your legs wrapped around his head, dangling, as he made you cum over and over again on the cold marble countertop.

He picked you up again, mumbling out something along the lines of “beautiful”. His big arms supporting your back and legs as he took you to his bed, sitting you down in his lap as he calls the maids in, always females, telling them to bring in some food before placing his attention back on you.

“Are you okay dear?” he asked looking at you yet again bringing you back to reality, placing his hand on your thigh, making its way slightly under your robe .

“Yes your highness-, I'm fine. Thank you for asking.” you responded giving him a warm smile. Not entirely fake, as you were enjoying yourself, but were you really happy?

You wanted the average; a nice house, a family you could always come back to, a warm bed and clothes. And he made sure to give you all the material things you could ask for. But again, were you really happy? At the end of the day you just wanted genuine love and affection.

The maids knocked on the door, him letting them in as they brought trays of food, your eyes lighting up as a smile peeked through when you saw your favorite. Making you heart beat even faster that he remembered what you told him, even though he asked you.

You fed him as usual, placing him before yourself as you were taught, not minding. Instead feeling like a mom feeding her kids, a giggle coming between you lips at how peaceful he looked.

“What's so funny?” he asked, his words coming out as concerned that he wasn't in on it.

“Nothing my lord, its just… i was thinking of how cute you looked” you said trying to hold back the laughs still trying to make their way out of your mouth.

“Cute?” he questioned, looking vaguely offended that someone would call him, the strong, handsome, intimating prince ‘cute’.

“Yes my lord”

“What about me is cute, huh?” he asked again, sounding like a child. “Is it this?” he said, now grabbing a piece of meat while opening your mouth. Taking the food in between your lips, your cheeks stuffed as you chewed on it, looking the happiest he's ever seen you. His heart growing with every movement you did. “Your right… it is.”

“Is this what you wanted?” he asked, moving his hand to your waist firmly gripping it. Feeling the affection ooze out of him as he leaned into your neck. His breath being blown onto your neck with every word, his lips being so close yet so far.

You nodded, another smile appearing on your face, trying to hold back your eyes watering, not letting one tear slip out. You turned your body facing him, his hands never leaving your body. Resting your head against his chest, letting you do whatever you wanted to him.

He turned your head out of his body, facing him now. Connecting your eyes with his while he stroked your forehead.

His lips meet yours, not even realizing for a second, the feeling of his plump ones against yours being so natural at this point. Making you give him a good morning, goodnight, a good whenever kiss, everyday. One kiss turning into many, an overwhelming amount by the time his mouth is trailing down your shoulder. His wet open mouth kisses, spit and marks being left behind.

Stopping when his neck can't turn anymore. Instead repositioning you to sit higher on his lap as he now can kiss your arm, doing the same but adding his hands down your body this time.

You let out a whine when he slid your dainty little robe to the side, your body now being exposed to the cooler air, tensing you up. Hardening, hoping he would just keep paying attention to everything but that, your nipples rubbing up and down against the linen fabric, your legs straddled his thigh as he slightly bounced you everytime he reattached himself to your skin.

His warm hand eased the cold feeling as he placed in on your inner thigh; a wave of heat rushing through you as he gripped it, fingers inching closer and closer while his eyes looked down upon you, his lip behind your ears, feeling his hot breath be blown onto the to top of your spine making yous shiver in his summery embrace.

“y -ah, your high-ness” you moaned out, your hands nothing compared to the size of his, reaching out for his wrist, barely being able to wrap your trembling fingers around it.

Your dramatic, conscious tears finally spilling out as you feel his length grown against the swell of your ass involuntary grinding against it.

“Why so formal my love?” he smirked, the hunger in his voice evident, spreading your poor little cunt open. His fingers sliding down it, gathering the slick in between them before teasing his finger in your hole. Only putting just past his nail in, feeling the wet hotness slide down his knuckle letting out a heavy groan at the sight.

He pulled the finger out, moving his head so you could have a clear view of him as he placed his ring finger on his tongue sucking on it, deliberately making it sound as lewd as it could. Loving how flustered your pretty face got as you hid into his arm, clenching your fists around the fluff of his collar.

He let out a little laugh, thinking about how precious you were while sliding his hands up your thigh and separating the sides of your robe letting the shoulder fall off completely all the way down to your waist.

His fingers covered in slick and saliva now fondling your tits he freed, his middle finger and thumb pinching your nipple, already hardened from earlier. Internally blaming it on the cold and not how worked up he got you.

Opening your legs with his other hand, letting you back rest of his chest once again, hiking your knees up to give him a full view, looking down or in the big mirror he had against the wall.

Returning his hands to the mess of your cunt, this time actually sliding his finger fully in, no warning besides the fact that he was obviously growing impatient. Wanting to devour you, but reminding himself that he had to take his time or he would break you.

“You get like this… for me?” he teased nudging his head into yours, forcing you to look at your reflection. Your legs spread open just for him, your greedy little hole swallowing him up as you whined out not knowing for what.

Your mostly naked body against his still clothed,m while his eyes stared into yours from the mirror, your cheeks being squished into his hands as he makes you maintain looking at the scene, bringing your pouted lips to his, so irresistible.

The formerly neat bed you two were on now being the opposite, the roses you said you loved being spread out all over the mattress as he pulled away from the kiss to lay you down on the soft quilt

His body towering over yours, knowing already in the back of his head that the maids would have to come in for a second time to clean up, just to throw away his sheets after he took care of you tonight.

Voice high pitched as you sobbed in embarrassment from his lips attaching to your nipple, fingers fucking into you shallowly, his slow pace getting faster every second.

Sucking on your chest, the pain being eased by his tongue dragging the spit over them, before working against it by using his teeth almost drawing blood. Your writhing under him, mouth open, no sound coming out except gasps, the way you’re squirming under him makes him grow even harder .

“I just want to fuck you, my dear, over and over again. The only thing I ever think of is you. Your precious moans and the pleasured look on your face is always running through my mind.” kissing away the tears falling on your cheeks before they fell onto your chest.

Leaning back into you and whispering into your ear, his breath tickling your baby hairs. “Fuck you till you cant think anymore, till all you can think of is me... just like you deserve.”

Sweat dripping down your back as he flips you over, your robe falling completely off, bare as the day you were born. Him trailing his finger down your spine, your ass already in the air knowing how he liked it.

Feeling the need burning under your skin, your hole clenching around nothing, wanting so desperately to be filled.

He wants to defile you, fuck you so much that all you know is him. Whether it was his cock making its way into your hole or mouth, barely being able to fit it but doing your best. His cock twitching at the thought of it.

His hand wrapping around your throat bringing you out of your own little world, choking you with your back to his chest, your knees doing their best to support you.

The atmosphere quickly changing, feeling the displeasure seep out from him. “Now what was that letter, hmm?” he questioned, already knowing, wanting you to explain what the fuck was going on in that pretty little head of yours.

The fact that you, a noble now thanks to him, wanted to leave the man who gave you everything you heart desired? He thought you were crazy. Even questioning if anyone had put any poison in your food.

“Y-your highness!” you choked out, turning around quickly trying to solve the problem you created, fat tears falling once again.

“I- um, well… the other women were-“ you cried thinking back to this morning when you went to grab the white and yellow flowers that you've been pampering for so long. This now being the second time they've done something like this.

“A-and…i've taken a liking to you, Your highness. please forgive me!” you sobbed out, knowing what you said. His naturally flirty nature made you doubt yourself, Not knowing if he even liked you back.

Your head now hurting from putting yourself in this position, already getting too attached to him, what were you thinking? You? With the future king, your food must have really been tampered with.

“Huh?” he said, ignoring the words coming out of your mouth being music to his ears. His somber voice turning damned as his anger was rising.

“you'd think i'd let you leave me? I don't think you understand dear...i'd kill you and everyone working under you if you left me.'' you winced at the threat is his tone, not knowing if he was being sincere or not, working against it so you'd never find out.

“You don't think I noticed? I always have guards around you. They let me know your every movement, whether it's taking a stroll outside or going to the bathroom in the middle of the night, and they just so happened to see you crying your eyes out.” He stated loosening his grip. “But don't worry dear, I took care of them.”

“W-what?”

“You'll never have to see them again my love, I got rid of them.” he said with his unforgiving smile, almost cooing at you. Moving his hand from around your neck to cupping your face, his body still hovering over you. “So now it's just me and you.”

The strange thing is that you felt no fear, even knowing that getting rid of them meant he killed some of them, but why did it make your heart flutter? Why did it get you more excited? You were really going insane.

“You know I'm the only man that can take care of you, the only one can fill this needy little cunt up. he said, spreading you open, slightly pushing one of his fingers in. “i've got your slutty body trained to get soaking at just my presence”

“my lord-” you sang, thinking of how gentle he was while still controlling you. Remembering the first time he laid his hands on you. It hurt so bad, even though he spent a good amount of time prepping you to the point where you felt ‘messy’, but it still pained you to take him.

The first time you've ever been touched, and when you told him he froze, never being in this situation before. He thrived knowing that he would be the one to take the purity out of your body, preparing a whole week to ease you up. But you would never tell him this, not because you were scared for your life, but more of a caring reason, not wanting to hurt his feelings and ego in a sense.

“That's not my name.” he said, shoving his finger all the way in you in one motion, gasping at the action, still not letting a word out . “Fuck princess, call me by my name.”

You hesitated, your body not following suit. “Cmon love” he said almost pleading with you, his voice once changing again, sounding like a sad kid right now. “You're not gonna get anything till I hear that pretty voice say my name” he continued moving his finger in you, your moans bouncing off the walls.

You've never been so conflicted, not knowing what to do, just letting yourself be his completely in and out again. “P-prince Atsumu-”

“Fuck.” he groaned, your soft whine letting out his name, accompanied by prince. But he could deal with that. That fact that he's got you wrapped around his finger right now, literally, has him fueled. This all he needs to keep him going, to prove you would be nothing without him, without realizing deep down it was the same for him.

“You only get like this for me don't you. Of course you do! i'm the only man you've ever been with.” he confidently stated, keeping it that way, not caring if he had to use his bloodthirsty hands to do it. “Your brain only thinks dirty thoughts when I'm around, huh?”

He continued playing with you, touching every part of your body, the parts that he taught you about, some that you couldn't even get to, making you act like a fool under him getting him even more ansty. “fuck-.” he groaned taking his clothes fully off, letting his cock finally be free. The friction of his robe already making it leak with pre-cum, standing on its own against his stomach, so red and needy.

“You ready princess?” he said dragging you by your ass towards him, rolling you over as you arched your back, now face down ass up.

Presenting yourself for him as he let his cock rest on your ass, lubing it all up with your slick as he rubbed against it, wanting to stretch you out comfortably for you, pain and pleasure to mix not be separate.

“a-ahh,” you panted out, his thrusts immediately taking your breath away, not being able to catch it. His hands wandering all over your body before grabbing you shoulder, pulling you back against him, his other hand grabbing your tits, his grip tight.

HIs slow pace quickens as you clench around him, his other hand gripping under your hips to hold you up. He's never heard something so beautiful in his life, your moans and whines echoing around in his big room.

He's also never seen something this beautiful, looking in the mirror as your face is all fucked out for him. You tiny little cunt taking him whole, his balls slapping against your clit making you squeal with every thrust.

This position being his favorite, him able to see your body in every angle with help of the mirror, letting him abuse your body for hours. Watching his big hands tease your hardened nipples while you wheezed out nonsense, going completely dumb from his dick.

“You gonna be louder? Gonna let your precious guard know your getting fucked?” he tells you, thrusting into you harder, the jealousy that was settled in him rising back up. Ever since he first saw you he noticed the way you looked at him, putting it to the side due to the fact that he and Aran were close and that you too had nothing going on.

But the possessiveness in him grew after you tried to leave him, wanting to claim you in every way, wanting you to not be even able to function without him or his dick, him being the only thing in your mind. The heat growing under his skin this time, burning up throughout him as he fucks into you harder, pulling you close to him, his face now in your neck.

You could only whine at the shame you felt, Aran not even crossing your mind like that anymore. His hand unyielding its place on your breast, his fingernails leaving marks there as leaves sloppy kisses under your ear, knowing how sensitive you were there.

“You like this, right? Getting fucked like a whore, showing off. Like it when you’re stuffed full of my cock, pounding my own cum into you? You know cant leave me”

The vulgar splurge of words coming from his mouth along with his cock nuding your cervix at this angle was knocking the sense out of you, letting your moans finally be free, not holding them back anymore. Your body going limp in his hold, lucky that he was holding onto you so desperately, his hot breath sticking to the slobber he left on your neck.

“tsumu,” you gasped out to his delight, not even realizing what you had just said, too lost in pleasure. Knowing that he now has you in the palm of his hand. Saying his name so casually and lewd, like he wasn't going to rule the country one day. Pushing against his tight unchanging hold on you. “Can’t , please― ”

“You’re addressing someone of importance you know.” He said, regripping the base of your neck hard enough to hold you in place. “People are killed for not addressing royalty properly. Confidence overflowing through his words, finally having the upper hand.

“It would be a shame if that happened to you”. He continued, a slight tease in his voice, his cock getting harder looking at your pretty little tears dripping down your cheeks, falling onto your tits.

“-i didn’t mean to!” you sniffled, moving your arms backwards, grabbing onto him, lucky that he wouldn't cut your hands off for touching royalty at him. Tears now flowing from fear and pleasure.

“Tell me who I am, then I might forgive you.” he teased, playing mind games with you, having you fall and break into his hands, made him grow in excitement. “M-my lord” you moaned, not wanting to give in. “No.” he asserted, his grip on your neck tightening again. “Tell me who i really am”

You trembled in his hold that was growing looser with every second, knowing exactly what he wanted. “f-future king” you muttered out trying not to cry, embarrassed of how this, he, was affecting you.

You would normally be scared in this situation but the way his cock was pulsing inside you making all your worries go away. If you were to die, you would gladly if this was the reason why.

Your words getting to him, somehow fucking into you harder, bruising your cervix, breaking into your womb. “You want me cum inside? Leave my cum stuffed up inside of you? Hmm?” you could only nod, knowing you had no other choice, not that you wouldn't choose the other option in this situation, the feeling of pleasure overriding your logical thoughts.

“Can't hear you.” He uttered, groans following him. ”y-yes!” you whined like a baby, not wanting the feeling of him to leave. You were really spoiled, always getting what you wanted, and as usual he followed though, never saying no to you. “What a good girl, already thinking of how to help me.”

You don't know how long it’s been anymore, can’t think of anything besides ‘Prince Atsumu’, just how he wanted it. He couldn't picture anything other than him fucking you full of cum until your swelling with it. Unable to move as he flips you over facing him, wanting to see face first the mess he was making in your cunt.

Every part of him wants to own you, in and out. Wants to break you down until you're completely his, until your body responds to only him, until your brain is trained to be completely his, not giving any other man any attention.

“Want me to breed you, want me to fuck so much of my cum into you, that it’ll be spilling outta you for days? M’gonna knock you up full of my babies, just like a good little girl,” he groaned, having your wrists pinned to the bed with one hand.

Not like you could move, his strong arms holding you in place. Your pitiful whines not being heard over the sound of his balls slapping into you, the sound of you creaming all over him being white noise at this point. But the idea is nice at the moment; being unable to move, just being Prince Atsumu’s, the future king of Inari’s plaything to fuck as he pleases.

“Tight little cunt, swallowing my cock up,” he tells you, watching as the drool escapes your mouth, kissing it off of you. “Gonna fuck you till your pregnant angel, I’m gonna fuck you again and again until your carrying my heir. You’d like that, right love? Fuck my cum in and out of you.”

“y-yeah tsumu please tsu- tsumiee, please -ahhh” you cried, not caring what the consequences were. He was thrilled, his excitement being shown through his body, finally breaking you down to this state.

The fact that he turned you, a sweet, nervous virgin, into a needy little thing. Still remembering the day he took it, getting on his knees for the first time in his life, being the first person he's ever pleased and not the opposite.

Something about you made him keep coming back, wanting to see your face scrunch up in delight, caring about you more than himself, wanting to be your first and last. He genuinely thought he was going crazy, not experiencing a human emotion.

“Gonna fill you up with little princesses and princes so you gotta stick around and we’ll make a whole kingdom for ourselves.” he stated, wanting to make sure no one could mistake you as anything but his.

Your “yeah” makes his heart burst. You soft, sweet voice saying just what he wants makes him snap, hips relentless as he fucks you, unable to think beyond anything except fucking a baby, or two, into you. Wanting to see you so big and needy.

His heads in a whole nother world, the urge to fuck you, make you his own, the only thing not draining him. He trails finger down to your clit, rubbing it energetically. Listening to your sobs, edging him to not stop.

“Please” you voiced out, choking on your words. Being so close, yet so far. Him not letting you orgasm until he wanted you to. His selfish desires making you kick your legs out in complaint.

Feeling his cock pulsing inside you, finally moving his fingers on your clit again; blessing the gods that he at last let you cum, your body shaking as he slid his length deeper into you. You let out a cry, clinging onto him. His shoulders being placed into your arms as you didnt let him go, chest rising and falling dramatically.

“Fuck!,” he grunted. You nails digging into his skin, leaving little crescents there. Dropping into your neck as he finally feels sedated, cum shooting hot and thick into you. Holding you as you did him, your eyes already staring to close.

“You take everything so good, princess. so slutty,” he says, affectionate as he can be, looking at the mess you were making. His newfound love for you pouring out with every touch he laid on you. Not pulling out of you as he picked you up to get the dirty sheets off the bed, your head falling back his arms, eyes burning to close, lips slightly open.

“My love...” he murmured, now laying his body on yours, skin to skin. His face in your chest, your hands grabbing onto his fluffy hair. “You’re such a sweet girl… a pretty little thing.” he whispered, knowing you loved when the words left his mouth.

You murmured back, wanting the words ‘I love you'' to come out so desperately. Hiccupping as he adjusted himself in you. Leaving light kisses on your chest, clenching at the sensation, hating being so sensitive.

As he trails his hand down your chest to the pendant necklace laying in between your breasts, the first gift he ever got you.

He noticed you never took it off, just this one, not the countess rings, headpieces and other necklaces he bought you. He knew that you very much appreciated those, but this one was special to you, even keeping it on whenever you had to put on other jewelry whenever he had events, tucking it in the chest part of your corset.

You coddled him, his real personality coming back, where he acted like a needy baby, loving how you held him in your arms. Feeling like home along with his mellow smell, the scent of burnt amber mixed with the comfy smell of fresh linen making you melt into his touch everytime he pulled you closer.

He didn't want to admit how attached to you he was. Your warm smile, soft body, always knowing how to take care of him and make him feel warm and cozy, his personal stress reliever. Swearing he saw a halo around you head when you woke him up every morning, the light shining through the windows providing another testament.

“Were you serious?” you said, voice course and shaky. Wanting to hear the words you wanted the most.

“I'm the future king, they can't go against my orders.” He said reading your mind again, understanding how stressful it must be in your position. “Besides you already are in the eye of the people.” he huffed out, rubbing your stomach with his warm hands.

You saw a smile appear on his face before he disconnected himself from you, disregarding the warmth leaving your body.

“P-prince Astumu! You can't!” you uttered trying to take it off as fast as you could, hands scrambling. “Shh, see?” he said, turning your head to the mirror. “Look at how well it fits you.” he continued. You thinking his mind was clouded right now. Your naked form covered by the sheets the sheets. Your being a mess, along with your eyes looking red and swollen.The crown being the only thing presentable, sitting upon your fucked out head.

“fuck, you’re so pretty...” he said, giving you a longing kiss on the forehead, taking his time separating from you.

“W-what are we?”you said finally placing the crown back on the dresser.

“What do you want us to be?” he said, letting out a laugh, trying not to be so serious as he's never felt this way before. Being nervous for the first time since he was a kid.

“I'm serious.” you said pulling away from him. His shocked attitude working the fastest he's ever done in his whole career. His face expressing his need

“Ok...” pulling you back to him, the thought of you leaving making him want to crumble. ‘I need you.”

“And?…i'm not the only one you need.” you said trying to push him, his immature side coming in at the worst times.

“Fuck, okay my love, i promise you, you or I won’t be going anywhere, okay? I swear on god's green earth and everything I own.” suffocating you in his arms so you couldn't leave, pressing his lips against your head speaking every word that came into his mind.

Before you moved your head looking at him in the eyes, the blanket pulled up over the both of you, the roses wilted all over the floor. Your stare halting his thoughts, your eyes telling him to spill every secret that he held against you, wanting to know his very thought about you.

His eyes met yours, not being able to look away. A sigh left his lips as a blush grew on his face, you being the first person to leave him like this. At last he regained his composure, his messy haired, scratched up self speaking. “If you'd just let me explain.”

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