more clan head #fushiita content anyone?
everyone knows that as the head of the zen’in family, megumi has tons of paperwork to rifle through, it’s on one of these arduously long days, that he gets an idea, quickly he calls for the servants to bring his spouse to his office.
zen’in yuuji, is megumi’s beloved spouse, they’d been childhood sweetheart, and had married once they’d been of age. it’s because of yuuji that megumi hadn’t completely eradicated the zen’in elders. or so the rumors say. megumi wants to laugh. if only they knew the truth…
his kind and compassionate yuuji, who hid his viciousness behind a harmless, benign smile, who others confused as naive, and foolish, but megumi knew better, oh his yuuji carried a cruel heart, rather than outright getting rid of the zen’in elder, it had been yuuji to suggest
a slow, dragged out torture, yuuji was ever so fond of maki and mai, and his father-in-law toji, for every second of despair yuuji’s beloved people faced, he’d made megumi promise he’d return it to the zen’in elders tenfold, and oh, how could megumi ever deny his beloved?
the stories of their childhood had been misconstrued, they’d not been childhood sweethearts, rather yuuji had come up to a young megumi and claimed him as his, and megumi, who’d wanted yuuji for his own, greedily accepted, if only to get closer to yuuji’s impenetrable heart.
if yuuji had wanted something, megumi would get it, no questions asked, after all, ryoumens, didn’t understand the word no. rejection did not exist in their dictionaries. and megumi, he was oh so fond of yuuji, why would he ever reject him? besides, it had worked out.
after years of being yuuji’s lap dog, he’d been allowed inside the tightly guarded heart of the young ryoumen heir, and had been able to fully win it over, and now? ryoumen yuuji, no, zen’in yuuji was his beloved spouse, and soon…
soon, (and megumi would make sure of it) he would be the mother of his children. lost in thought, he’s ignorant to the entrance of his spouse, “gumi,” a soft voice whispers, and megumi looks up from his desk. yuuji’s a vision in megumi’s clothes, megumi’s robes dwarfing him.
“yuuji, come here.” megumi murmurs, pushing his desk chair back and presenting his open lap. yuuji sends him a flirtatious smile and eagerly takes a seat, wrapping both arms around megumi’s neck.
“when was the last time you took a break, mhm?” yuuji wonders.
he leans forward and peppers kiss against megumi’s jaw, megumi relishing in the touch of his beloved, “mhm, it’s been a minute. are you upset?” he wonders, while closing his eyes as yuuji continues to press languid kisses against his jawline. yuuji smiles against megumi’s skin.
“oh, so you’ve noticed?” yuuji replies cheekily, pulling back to stare into megumi’s emerald eyes, yuuji’s eyes are a beautiful tawny brown, and megumi… oh, he was so enamored by him.
he grabs onto one of yuuji’s wrist to bring it up to his lips, and press a reverent kiss against the pulse point, smirking against the fragile layer of skin as he hears yuuji’s breath hitch in his throat at the sight.
he looks into yuuji’s eyes, as he gently presses both of his incisors against the flesh, ever so gently pressing down. it’s not enough pressure to draw blood, but just enough to cause yuuji’s heart to race, his blood to pump. and yuuji? he turns an ever-so-lovely shade of red.
“you play dirty,” yuuji whines, as pink dusts the apple of his cheeks. what a sight to see, the usually haughty young master, so easily malleable in megumi’s hands. megumi let’s go of yuuji’s wrist to lean and whisper directly into yuuji’s ear.
“i can get even dirtier,” he murmurs, breath hot and heavy against yuuji’s ear, his neck heating up at their closeness, even after being married for so long, yuuji had never truly lost his prudishness as the honorable young master of the ruling ryoumen family.
he was still such a shy thing, in bed, so eager to hide, quick to blush. megumi adored him so, craved him entirely, fully, wholly. he would never let him go, not even in death.
“how… how dirty?” yuuji breathes out and megumi, he grins, taking yuuji’s earlobe between teeth.
he bites down gently, eliciting a squeak, and pulls back to stare at yuuji scandalized face, he smiles, all teeth abnormally sharp, and stares into his eyes, “well, why don’t we find out?”
— end
this a separate au, from my enemies to lovers, clan head megumi au one, i just wanted soft, morally grey fushiita lovers, enjoy!
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