Thread by @thecoffinarc

#moshang Arranged Marriage

MBJ was drunk on his wedding day. He was being forced into marriage by his family. He had no choice. He wanted to just be alone the rest of his life, but fate would not let him be. His bride stepped in, and she smelled wonderful.

MBJ pulled

Back the veil, more like yanking it off petulantly and she flinched. However, MBJ noticed one v important thing: his bride was actually a groom.

A v pretty and handsome groom. MBJ leaned in, his breath making his partner’s nose wrinkle, squishing the freckles

There. MBJ traced them w his nail. The man’s breath hitched.

“Husband? What are you doing?”

“So pretty,” MBJ slurred. He slumped over on him. SQH squeaked and helped him out of the room.

He laid him on the couch, falling on top by accident. MBJ roused and

Grabbed his waist, dragging him in close. “You—“

“You smell so good,” MBJ said, rubbing his nose into his neck.

“T-thank you, my king,” he stuttered out, a high flush rising on his cheeks.

MBJ found a slip in the dress and shoved his hand inside, keeping him on his

Lap as he groped his sides. “You are so warm. What’s your name?”

“Shang Qinghua,” he answered, trying to pull his cold hands out. “My king, you are freezing. You’re giving me goosebumps.”

MBJ chuckled and pinched his stomach. SQH let out a squeal. That sound was

Addicting to listen to. “I will not move. You are mine now. And I am yours.” SQH settled in, accepting his fate. MBJ’s hands wandered down his back to his rear. He could hear SQH’s breaths begin to get more labored. He wanted to capture them. He tilted his head down and

Kissed him. SQH deepened it, spreading his legs to straddle his waist easier.

MBJ groaned, his head spinning even w out the alcohol running through his system.

“You should go to sleep,” SQH whispered. He kissed his cheek sweetly. “I’ll protect you from our parents

So you can rest. I know this wedding isn’t something you wanted, so it’s the least I can do.”

“You’ll protect me?” MBJ asked in amusement. SQH rolled his eyes.

“I do have some uses.”

MBJ trailed his hand down his back. “Of course you do. And I am enjoying the prospect

Of marriage much more now.”

SQH smiled and climbed off of him. MBJ was rather intrigued by this person. He was too easy to trust.

MBJ found his resolve slipping away through his fingers.

SQH was an extremely competent spouse. He was attentive, detail-oriented, and hardworking. MBJ found it difficult to focus on his tasks when SQH was in a room. He had transformed from a soft bride to a hardened accountant overnight. He even changed his clothes to a

More casual wear to make it easier to do his work.

SQH’s hair always stayed in a bun, some pieces falling as he tilted his head to bite his pen. MBJ’s jaw tightened seeing that little display. His pink tongue poked out of his mouth, licking his lips. MBJ slammed down

His papers. SQH’s head shot up.

“My king?”

They hadn’t consummated yet. MBJ had been waiting for SQH to get comfortable first. However, each day he spent watching him, he felt more unrest just under the surface. He wanted so much more than the chaste kisses he had been

Given.

SQH and he even slept in the same bed, yet their touches were nothing more than cuddles and light petting. MBJ did enjoy holding him close at night, smelling his tea aroma.

SQH’s doe eyes grew big as MBJ stalked towards his desk. He walked around, leaning

Over and pinning him to the edge. “My king?” He said again in the smallest voice.

MBJ had his hands on each side of the table, keeping him locked in his hold. He noticed his pupils dilating, taking in his powerful image. A scent of arousal swirled through the air.

“You…you want me?” SQH asked. MBJ nearly reeled from the question.

“Want you? I need you,” he said, leaning in and kissing his top lip, sucking on his bottom.

SQH gasped and wrapped his arms and legs around him. He shoved his hand down, feeling the member he

Had always felt rubbing into his back in the mornings. He had wanted so desperately to touch it before, but he was certain MBJ hated him.

“Do you like that?” SQH asked, jerking him off. MBJ moaned, thrusting into his palm.

“Yes, yes keep going,” MBJ said.

SQH stood on his tip toes, kissing and sucking bruises into his neck. He felt himself get wet. He needed to get pregnant soon, or his heat would make him some feral beast, ripping at MBJ to get him to come inside of him.

Just as he pulled out his cock, a servant walked

In. “My king?” They asked. SQH choked, shoving MBJ’s dick back in his pants.

“Who interrupts?” MBJ sounded furious. SQH tried to straighten himself, but he had a hold of his chin, admiring the sweet red of his cheeks.

“You are needed immediately by Lord Luo!”

MBJ sighed and let go, turning away so he could calm his mind and body. Before he left, he licked a stripe up his neck.

“If I’m not pregnant soon, we will have bigger problems than servants interrupting our trysts,” he warned. Somehow MBJ found that more enticing than

Any battle he’d ever been a part of.

His little minx would be pushed just as he had been. He would hold out as long as he could. Hopefully SQH would shower him w desire then.

MBJ had made a huge mistake. He had to leave his wife home for weeks. LBH needed his help in completing some assassinations. He hardly had time to think of himself let alone the soft human waiting for him at home.

When he walked into the room, he smelled something

W murderous intent. His sword was summoned instantly. Fear for SQH’s life surged inside.

“Qinghua?” He called out. A low growl caught his attention. Bright eyes w slitted pupils watched him from the other end. “My little dumpling, I’m home.”

SQH attacked.

He

Jumped on him, scratching at his clothes w fierce claws, biting his neck repeatedly. MBJ tried to pry him off, but the feral omega had a lock around his waist w his powerful thighs.

“You—left—me!!” SQH screeched.

MBJ grabbed his wrists, spreading them wide. “I

Didn’t mean to leave for so long.”

SQH’s lower lip wobbled. MBJ felt instant regret. He had abandoned his poor omega during a crucial point in his heat. Something dark rose in him. “You didn’t touch another, did you?”

SQH scoffed, still struggling in his hold.

“I would never betray you. But it seems allegiance doesn’t go both ways.”

MBJ’s jaw twitched at the accusation. “I have never been w anyone besides you, ever.”

SQH narrowed his eyes. “Then why have you delayed my pregnancy?”

MBJ pinned his hands behind his back,

Feeling SQH’s hard cock against him for the first time. “I wanted you to feel comfortable.”

“My comfort doesn’t matter! I need you inside of me!!”

SQH emphasized this point by freeing himself and socking MBJ in the face so hard he knocked him out.

TW//noncon

MBJ awoke to the sound of frustrated grunting, and something hot around his cock, a wetness too. He opened his eyes and saw SQH, hair loose and unruly, bouncing on his cock fast, like he truly couldn’t get enough of him.

MBJ slid his hands from his calves up to his

Thighs. “Qinghua, what are you— ngh!” He felt him squeeze at his words, practically trying to force an orgasm out of him.

“You, hah hah, left,” SQH let out a moan before continuing. “And now—ohhhh— I am getting what I wa—ant.”

MBJ’s stomach flexed as he came inside.

SQH sighed, patting his chest. “Good. That’s one round done. But we have many more to go.” He flipped around, stretching out his foot before sitting back down. The slide was so easy as there was cum and slick mixed up. He began a slower rhythm, letting MBJ watch his

Cock disappear this time.

His ass bounced deliciously in his hands, and MBJ spread his cheeks to see the movement. SQH was so eager for him. MBJ knew that a feral omega could only be appeased by letting them do what they wanted. LBH had laughed when he asked how

Long it had been since they had had sex.

“You might not survive after.”

MBJ didn’t think his words had any weight till it had been five hours, and SQH was still going. His knees were bloody and bruised, his body shiny from sweat, and his hole was red and throbbing.

However, he refused to stop. MBJ sat up, SQH no longer snapping his canines at him for moving, and held him so he’d pause. SQH sank into his touch, panting. MBJ suckled on his gland.

“Why don’t you pause for now? Let me heal you quickly and then we can keep going.”

SQH

Whined. “No, no, no. You don’t realize just the damage that’s been done. I feel like I’ll die if I stop.”

“Then let me fuck you for a while so you can have a break.” SQH eyed him warily before sitting back, laying down. MBJ climbed on top and gently pushed in.

“Let me take care of you,” he whispered. SQH relaxed and wrapped his arms around him.

“Take me, Mobei.”

MBJ and he continued to make love till SQH no longer sobbed when he pulled out.

He became pregnant v quickly after. MBJ refused to leave his side till

He gave birth, and then even after, making SQH orgasm over and over to make up for the first time when they couldn’t relish in it.