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THE OBJECT OF ALL MY DESIRES ( part two ).

pairings — king! akashi takeomi x lady kawata! reader ( mentions of shinwaka ).

genre — angst (because it’s takeomi), fluff, smut.

warnings — an unhealthy obsession with using dashes instead of commas, sentences with strange structures and grammatical errors because english isn’t my first language, yearning, insecurities, typical society rules of the regency, death of a minor character, age gap relationship (reader is 21, takeomi is 31), s*x before marriage, face-sitting, authority kink, nipple play, breeding kink.

word counting — 10k

tagging — @tooweirdforyou @aetheriaess @etheralyonn @lonnie19 @sincerelyraylene @chronic-claire-universe @sanzu-s @aqualesha @winterv-black @softbajis @nanamis-wifey-reye @harufilms

notes — sobbing. i love this fic so much, everyone knows that. a big kiss to aria bc as always, she's the one being my guine pig whenener i sent snippets for her.

find part one here !!!

likes, comments, reblogs, asks, everything is appreacited !!! NSFW CONTENT UNDER THE CUT, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

you hadn’t been yourself since that night in the library, even if you smiled and went on with your life as if your heart hadn’t been shattered into a million pieces.

himari was the first one to notice that your smiles stopped reaching your eyes, and how swollen they looked when you woke up. you didn’t had the same excitement as before, when you first arrived in brahman, and when she asked about the book you were so happily reading, your eyes teared up. but you didn’t cry — nobody could know why you were feeling like that, so you suffered alone, inside the four walls of your chambers. you wished your brothers were with you, but they would only arrive a week before your marriage — but, from what you read from nahoya’s last letter, war against lord south was imminent in toman, and you feared that such a day would go without any family at your side.

senju also noticed something was off between you and her brother, too.

no more exchanging of looks during meals, thinking no one else was observing you two, no more fleeting and innocent touches, and no more small talk over the afternoon tea. takeomi treated you as if you didn’t exist, and you looked at him like you were a puppy that was kicked by him. and that made her worry — she knew how her brother could be, and she knew he was drowning himself in work more and more. the news from toman wasn't helping either, and she watched as the bags under his eyes grew day by day.

he looked the same when prince shinichiro died, and senju felt as helpless as she did before — she was watching her brother losing himself, and she didn’t know what to do, again.

haruchiyo even tried talking to him. as the future advisor of both kingdoms, he was spending more time with takeomi than he ever did — but the oldest akashi didn’t want to open himself. not when his desires would make his little brother sad, and he didn’t want to poison their relationship even more. takeomi’s biggest regret was pushing haruchiyo away when he became king, but now he couldn’t do much to repair what he broke. just like he did with you, and maybe the two of you could bond over shared bitterness towards his actions. but haruchiyo tried to extract the truth from his brother’s lips, without success — and wakasa became the only source of hope the siblings had of helping the oldest akashi.

after a stressful day of meetings and watching as how you dull you looked over the window of his office — takeomi knowing very well that it was his fault —, the king wanted nothing more than to retreat for his chambers and to dwell on his own self-pity, but a knock on his office's door meant that his wishes wouldn’t become true.

lord wakasa entered the king’s office with determined steps, a scowl on his face. was takeomi a fool? he couldn’t believe the words the princess and the prince spilled to him — yes, he noticed how his friend seemed to be in love with you, but he never thought he would be such an idiot and drive you away from him. at first, he didn’t want to believe senju’s and haruchiyo's theory. maybe takeomi was like that because he was tired. war wasn’t something easy to deal with, and even if his friend was known as the god of war by the neighborhood kingdoms, wakasa knew how much takeomi despised it.

but senju noticed how you weren’t like yourself anymore, even if you tried to hide it. your maid even asked her if she knew if something happened, and that was what prompted her to start thinking that something happened between you two. she knew that every night you two met in the library, stopping the late night encounters one night after the ball. the princess told him that they tried to talk with their brother, but he didn’t want to say anything — and wakasa was their last option, because if takeomi did nothing, you and haruchiyo would be put under a miserable fate you three didn’t deserve.

“waka.” takeomi greeted him, a puzzled look on his green eyes. he knew he had skipped dinner, but he preferred to go to sleep with an empty stomach than to see how lifeless your eyes were. “did something happen?” it wasn’t unusual for wakasa to pay him a nightly visit, mostly to talk about a problem that appeared.

“what did shinichiro really tell you when he died?”

“what?” takeomi choked out. wakasa was a blunt person, but that was from nowhere. did he… did he know about you and him? surely senju said something. “what are you talking about, wakasa?”

“do not ‘what’ me, takeomi. you know what i am saying.” the count took a seat in front of his king, his violet eyes burning holes on takeomi’s green ones. “i never bought that bullshit of you promising him you would never marry nor have children because he asked you to. shinichiro would never ask something like that.”

“how can you be so sure of it? you did not know him like i did.” takeomi didn’t mean for such venom to drip out of his voice, but he was tired. in the next few days he would take in weapons again and march against a foreign threat, side by side with a boy he knew since childhood. takeomi wasn’t in the mood to hear a moral lesson from his friend. his mind was already made up.

you were to marry haruchiyo.

“yes, i did not.” wakasa smiled sadly at him, and the sight made takeomi regret what he said. “but we were lovers, and he always told me he wanted you to experience what he felt when he was with me.” the count admitted, and takeomi felt his heart clench inside his ribcage. “and that is why i know he never made you promise to run away from love or to break that poor girl’s heart because of it. be sincere with me, omi. why do you run away from it?”

the king took a deep breath. wakasa had cornered him, and he couldn’t escape now. “because of my father and you, wakasa.” he answered, dropping his head to his face. “my father, he… he was a good man before my mother passed away. he changed so much when she died, and that reflected how he treated my siblings, especially senju.” he still remembered how cold and distant his father was when his little sister was growing up and, when he died, he officially took the role of her father over his shoulders, because, in both of their hearts, he already was. with haruchiyo was different — he wasn’t the one to “kill” their mother, and he had more affection and attention from their father than senju did. “and you… you were miserable when shinichiro died. the look in your eyes was one of the worst things i ever saw.”

wakasa understood, he really did, but it seemed like takeomi had more to say.

“and i do not want someone to suffer because of me. especially not y/n.” his friend’s puzzled look made him continue. “i am a man born to fight. born to find my comfort in war, and i know i will die because of it. i can not make her go through the pain of my death.” he admitted, looking at wakasa through the gaps between his fingers.

“she will suffer your death nonetheless, omi.” wakasa tried to reason.

“but at least she will not love me like she does now.” it was what he hoped. by breaking your heart, he would spare you the heartbreak of seeing his cold and dead body.

wakasa sighed. “how can you be so sure?” he was starting to get frustrated. he knew how stubborn takeomi could be, but he wanted to do nothing more than slap some sense into his friend. “it is better to die knowing you and y/n were able to live your love than dying thinking about what could’ve been. like me and shinichiro.” at the mention of the short time he and his friend were lovers, the count watched as takeomi’s walls crumbled around him.

“i am afraid.” the king whispered, feeling like a child over again. “i do not want to feel the same despair i did when my mother and shin died again.” he choked a sob. “i do not want her to feel like that. i do not want her to feel like her heart is being ripped from her body, for her tears to feel like glass cutting her skin. i do not want that for her. ”

wakasa walked around the table, putting his arms around takeomi’s shoulders. it wasn’t his embrace that he needed now — he was sure he would prefer one of his siblings or even shinichiro — but it was what he could give him.

“there are so many things worse than death or mourning a loved one, takeomi." wakasa spoke firmly, his arms tightening around his sobbing friend. "not allowing yourself to love or be loved is one of them. do not commit this mistake."

—

you weren’t any better, but you thought everyone was more worried about the war than to take with how you were feeling. and, of course, you could feign your sadness as worry for the upcoming battles — because you were. your brothers wrote for you, and you knew it would be their first experience with a real battlefield. tourneys and simulations weren’t the real thing, and your heart ached for them. and for the king and haruchiyo, too. takeomi’s fame of being the god of war was a thing everyone knew about, and you admired how passionate he was in aiding your homeland against lord south.

you just wished he would come home in one piece, even if it wasn’t for your arms.

senju was worried too, and the two of you shared your thoughts about your brothers every day. she was also frustrated about takeomi not letting her go with them, and while you trusted her abilities with the sword and the spear, you agreed with takeomi. that wouldn’t be an easy war, and in his and haruchiyo’s absence, she was the regent of the kingdom. you tried to comfort her in the best way you could, but you knew how much she wanted to prove herself worthy of being the commander of her brother’s armies. her time was yet to come, and you were sure it would come quickly.

you, alongside the other ladies, didn’t have much to do. sometimes you were able to participate in a meeting, giving your honest opinions about how lord south thought he could do the same thing king taiju did in black dragon, but he lacked the support of the common folk to do so — toman’s population was devoted to mikey like brahman’s was to takeomi, and king manjiro had the best sword fighters at his side, too. lord south’s convictions were a lost cause from the start. the council didn’t expect you to know so much about politics, and the look takeomi gave you made your heart race once more.

but the departure day arrived, and you were outside the castle doors with senju, tears falling from your eyes — it seemed like the sky was crying too, as a weak drizzle was falling from the clouds. maybe it took sympathy in your situation. your arms were tightly wrapped around haruchiyo’s middle, his hand patting your head. “do not die on me, haru.” as he promised the first time you two met, he became one of your best friends. you wouldn’t be able to function properly if something was to happen to him. “and… take care of the king for me.” you whispered the last part, your voice a mixture between worry and sorrow — the end of the war also meant the day of your marriage was closer than before. you loved haru, you really did, but he was your friend.

“have i ever let you down, y/n?” he smiled down at you, kissing your forehead. “and you take care of the little gremlin over there for me. do not let her dwell on her worries, she is exactly like takeomi.” you nodded, wiping the tears away. haruchiyo smiled again, and you let him go, watching as senju sobbed in her brother's arms. you wished you could hug nahoya and souya like that too, and not just send your regards towards letters.

thinking about your brothers, you didn’t notice the king standing by your side. he cleared his throat, and you blushed at being so close to him once again. “my lady.” he whispered, taking your small hand on his. the formality of his words were a reminder of what happened between the two of you three weeks ago, and you still could feel the sensation of his lips pressing against yours. “care to follow me?”

you nodded, letting him guide you through the palace gardens, heart throbbing inside your ribcage. you tried to not let your hopes up — he was probably going to break your heart once more.

takeomi squeezed your hand, waka’s words resonating inside his head. he stayed nights awake thinking if he should tell what he was feeling or not — you probably hated him now, but the prospect of dying and taking his feelings to the grave was more frightening than your hatred. he could endure anything, if that meant you felt something for him.

he stopped in the garden's gazebo, shielding you from the rain. before your lips could part and ask what was the purpose of it, takeomi started. “i… war is what i have known. i was raised to be a warrior, not a lover.” he was still holding your hand, and you squeezed it, encouraging him to talk. “but you… you made me wish i was one. and it is maddening the fact that i am sending countless men to their deaths, but all i find myself being able to think of, all i find myself being able to breathe for, is you.” the hand that was hanging at takeomi's side found its place on your warm cheek.

“takeomi…” you whispered, eyes glistening with unshed tears, and he shook his head, as if asking you to wait a little, because he wasn't finished.

“you have bewitched me, y/n, body and soul. i am not deserving of your forgiveness for breaking your heart, nor do i want to know your answer for my feelings now.” he chuckled at the puzzled look you gave him, and he had to restrain himself from kissing your lips once again. “i need something to come home for, and your answer will be my fuel to keep fighting.”

you nodded, a smile making its way to your lips.

“you will not marry my brother. if you do, i will spend the rest of my life wanting you, dreaming of you, and dreading the day i will lose the last shred of honor i have, so i can make you mine.” you blinked at his words, heart hammering inside your chest. did that mean…? “you will marry me, be my queen, carry my heirs.” takeomi murmured against your lips, and you nodded, too lost in the feeling of him to say anything else. however, before you could kiss him as you wished to, a guard interrupted you two, saying it was time for the departure of the troops.

your arms encircled his torso, and you held him tightly, not wanting to see him go. not now, that you knew how deep his feelings for you were. “do not leave me, takeomi. please.” you whispered against his chest, tears already falling freely from your eyes.

“you know i can not, my love.” you blushed at the term of endearment, hiding your face from his eyes, nuzzling it on his chest. “however, i can promise that i will try to come back for you in one piece, yes?” he cupped your face, wiping your tears and tried to smile at him.

“you better, or i will kill you myself.” you managed to joke, smiling through tears at the vibrations off his chest. “will you… will you take care of my brothers?” you couldn’t help but think about them, too. your brothers were the only family you have left, and you would be more than heartbroken to know something happened to them.

takeomi kissed your forehead. “i promise, y/n. they will be my brothers soon, i will put them under my wing.” you squeezed his hand and held it until you needed to be separated, watching as he walked away from you once more. this time however, the dread feeling in your stomach was worse than before, on that night in the library — you didn't know if he would come back to you.

you smiled one more time at him, watching as the rain became worse than it was before. from a soft drizzle, it became a pouring one, as if it was mirroring your own heart.

—

you never expected takeomi to write for you, but he did.

his letters arrived every monday, alongside haruchiyo's, nahoya's and souya's ones. you read your brothers ones first, of course. they wrote to you about how the war was faring, how they managed to defeated fifty men from lord south's side just the two alone, or how they thought the war was going to end soon. words of longing for your company and easy laugh were there too, especially in souya's letter, and questions about how the court was received the news too. you knew they were asked in the behalf of both kings and haruchiyo, too. their letters could probably be stolen by the enemy spies because of their positions, but your brothers being just dukes — and writing for a woman — was a reason for theirs to be overlooked. haruchiyo wrote the same thing your brothers' did — it was funny, because the prince now shared the same place with your brothers inside your heart.

however, the king's letters were filled with his thoughts.

how he hated being on the battlefield, being reminded of his best friend's death. how he dreaded when he needed to write a letter to a family because of their dead relative. or how the adrenaline of fighting made him think he was ten years younger, or how funny your brothers were to be around. but most importantly, how he loved you. how he wanted nothing more than to just come back to your arms, how he needed to kiss your lips once more. it was his fuel to fight, he wrote, seeing your face and hearing your voice again.

you and senju enjoyed gossiping about the content of the letters. she enjoyed hearing what takeomi wrote for you — she was the first you told about his confession, and she almost threw a party because of it. the princess admitted she and haruchiyo were almost locking you two inside a room until one of you confessed, and they even asked for lord wakasa's help. and it seemed to work, after all. in her letters, both takeomi and haruchiyo talked about tactical facts of the war, and you engaged on her talks about it. you knew she wanted nothing more than just occupy her rightful position, and you would be cheering for her when such a day arrived.

but on a monday morning, no letter from takeomi arrived. haruchiyo and your brothers wrote normally, and that made both of you worry. senju tried to comfort you, saying it was expected that some week they wouldn't receive anything from him — he was the king, after all, and he was probably busy.

the answer to why takeomi didn't write came on the wednesday, in a royal caravan with the king's unconscious body.

at first, you thought he was dead. his eyes weren't open and takeomi was pale, as if he was a ghost. the doctor explained that he received a head injury and lost so much blood, and if it wasn't for king manjiro, he'd probably be dead — takeomi was caught in an ambush done by lord south in the middle of the forest, while he and his men were coming back from patrol. you tried not to cry seeing his state, and when senju asked when he would wake up, the doctor said to give him a few more days, a few tears came down your cheeks. the doctor, sensing your distress, said he had already opened his eyes, but they're treating him with powerful herbs, and it was good for him to rest.

he left the room, leaving you three alone, and it was the first time you saw senju crying.

you have cried countless times around her, and you weren't ashamed of that. you were the crybaby of your siblings — nahoya expressed his sadness in the form of quietness, and souya was forbidden to cry, as, whenever he did that, he became too violent to bear with. you thought senju was like nahoya, and whenever she was too quiet, you tried to comfort her.

but the sight of her crying over takeomi's body, murmuring how he couldn't die on her, made your own tears start to fall down your eyes again. you understood her, more than she knew.

your arms found their place on senju's body, her head resting on your chest. “he is a fighter.” you whispered, your hand rubbing circles on her back. it was hard to see takeomi like that, and you didn't know where you gathered strength to comfort her. “i am sure he stubbornly fought lady death until she grew tired of him, and allowed him to live once again.” you smiled when you heard senju's teary chuckle.

when her sobs became whimpers, you and her took a seat at the round table inside the king's room, relaxing at the sound of his breathing.

“i… takeomi is my father.” she started, her eyes shining with unshed tears. “my own never spared me a glance, as he thought me to be the killer of my mother.” your heart clenched at the similarities of your childhoods, a sad smile on your lips. “and he… omi was the one who carried me when i scraped my knees, or the one who slept with me when i was too afraid of the dark.” you watched as she wiped away some tears. “he can not die, not when he finally allowed himself to love.”

you hugged her once more, the words you wanted to say stuck in your throat. “i… i am also the killer of my mother.” you admitted quietly, remembering the cold gazes your father gave whenever you tried to receive affection from him. “and i know what you are feeling. if something like that were to happen to my brothers, i do now know what i would do.” while nahoya and souya weren't what takeomi was to senju, they had always been your protectors — always ahead of you, but taking your hand and making sure you wouldn't fall trying to chase after them. “but you need to have faith in him. he will not die from only a head injury. he is the god of war, lord south was really a fool to think takeomi would fall so easily.”

you kissed senju's hair, returning to your place at the table. you two spend the rest of the afternoon talking about your experiences, and when time for dinner came, senju obligated you to leave the room to eat and get ready for the night — she didn't want to leave takeomi alone, and when you were ready, she would be the one to go. the implication of you sleeping in his room didn't go unnoticed by you, but you were content that if takeomi woke up in the middle of the night, it would be you with him.

you bid senju goodnight, a book in your hands. you took a seat on the ground, besides his bed, just like souya used to do with you when you were sick. whenever you were bedridden with sickness, the youngest twin would sit beside your bed and read to you until you were feeling better, and you wished your voice could bring the same comfort to takeomi.

you read and read to him, until your eyelids were too heavy with sleep, your head falling down to the comfort of his mattress, and you welcomed sleep as if it was your mortal enemy, keeping you from having your happily ever after with the love of your life.

—

takeomi dreamed of you.

he couldn't remember what it was, but he could hear your voice speaking to him. he wanted to reach for you, but something was impeding him — as if someone was holding his head underwater, not allowing him to take a breath. the last thing he remembered was seeing south terano shouting in front of him, until he held a sharp pain on his neck and everything went black.

and then he heard your voice.

takeomi tried to follow it as if he was a child chasing fireflies, and, when he opened his eyes, he was inside his room — and you were asleep besides his bed, his hand millimeters from touching your skin. he sighed. he was safe. and he noticed, as if lady destiny was trying to prank him, that he almost died as shinichiro did.

why did he survive, and his friend did not? he couldn't be better than shinichiro, no. but before he could dwell on his thoughts, you shifted on your sleep, and takeomi understood why he fought death so hard — so he could see your smile once more, so he could kiss your lips properly for the first time. yes, you were the one who saved him, without even knowing. and it seemed as if you did it again, if the book resting on your lap meant what he was thinking.

his hand was placed on your hair, and he started to stroke it. it was the tenderest touch he ever gave someone, and he smiled when he saw your eyelids fluttering.

you stayed in your position, eyes half open due to sleepiness, love for him dripping from them, thinking it was just a dream what was unfolding before you. but takeomi's voice was a reminder that he was awake, and alive. “foolish girl.” he whispered, his hand traveling from your hair to your cheek, and you leaned on his touch. his skin was warmer than it was before. “why do you love an old and bitter thing like me, when you have a world of possibilities on your hands?” he spoke as if he wasn't just thirty-one, as if he didn't know you couldn't control the desires of your heart — and you wondered what prompted him to speak so bitterly about himself.

but you just smiled at him, grateful that he came back to you. “because you saw me as my own person, on those nights in the library.” takeomi played chess with you like you were his equal, never looking down at you because of your gender. “you looked at me beyond the fact i was going to be the wife of a prince.” he always wanted to hear your thoughts, to hear what you had to say about anything. “i love you because of it and because of so much more, takeomi.” you whispered, planting a sweet kiss on his palm.

“come.” he gestured for you to sit on his lap and you did, thighs straddling his legs and arms around his shoulders, as he manoeuvred his body to be in a sitting position. his head found its place in the crook of your neck and his hands on your waist, and both of you sighed contently.

you pressed a kiss to his temple, worry on your face when you saw the injury in the back of his neck. “death is a jealous mistress.” you felt the vibrations of takeomi's chuckle on your body, and you smiled. “she tried everything to keep you for herself, did not she?” you cupped his face on your hands, your forehead resting against his. you knew how compromising your position on his lap was, and if anyone else entered the room, they would faint from seeing the prince's betrothed straddling the king’s legs.

“but i am all yours.” he whispered against your lips. “she will never win my heart as long as you are at my side.” takeomi promised, sealing his words with a kiss. it started out gentle and caring, but as the bottled feelings from weeks of not seeing each other were opened up, it became raw animalistic.

takeomi couldn't get tired of drinking on you. he was finally able to hold your body against his, to finally feel how soft your skin was under his fingertips, to feel what he fantasized every night when you left the library. he could see everything under your nightgown back then, and he had to almost restrain himself physically to not rip it and bend you over one of the desks and made you his, back then. but the gods were kind to this poor son of theirs, and the reward for being such a patient man was better than he could imagine.

he detached his lips from yours to plant kisses on your neck and collarbone, hands roaming on your back. yours were at his hair, messing it up and tugging on a few strands when he softly bite on your skin.

your body was hot against his, and the kiss left you breathless and reactionless too — takeomi could do anything he wanted with you that you would say yes, if that meant having him this close to you. it was almost like the effects of a drug you heard some knights saying once. now that you have experienced his lips and his touch, how could you live without it? how did you manage to survive without it for so long?

“i love you.” he admitted against your skin, his lips marking your throat. mine, it was what the marks meant. he held your head between his hands, and looked at you — and the more he did it, he came to the conclusion he loved you more than anything he had ever seen or imagined on earth. you would be the reason why he kept fighting every day — if someone spoke about you on his grave, they would watch as how the simple mention of your name would make him crawl back to the world of the living.

you smiled, tears making your vision glossy. it was what you always wanted to hear, what you fantasied him to say to you every time you came back from the library. something you deemed to be just a foolish dream. “and i, you.” takeomi was the dream your soul was unable to stop dreaming about, even if it tried its hardest to forget about him. and you hoped that from such a dream, others would come — others which would be a lifetime’s worth.

“i will start the preparations for our marriage as soon as i am out of this bed, do you hear me?” you nodded eagerly, a loving smile adorning your lips. “i can not wait to finally call you mine.” his hands started to roam your body again, and you felt a shiver run down your spine.

“i already am.” you whispered back, and takeomi smiled. you loved it — and you loved to be the cause of it.

“then, would you mind if i do this?” takeomi asked while lowering down the straps of your nightgown until your breasts were exposed to him, and you felt your cheeks heat up. you never had been so intimate with a man like that, but you weren’t an innocent girl either. he did nothing, still waiting for your reaction, and you nodded shyly. “or this?” his thumb started to caress your hardening nipple, and a gasp left your lips. he hummed contently, his lips pressing a kiss in the valley between your breasts. “if you want me to stop, say so, my love.”

you shook your head in disagreement. “i… i want this. please, my king.”

takeomi chuckled. you were, indeed, the bane of his existence — but also the object of all his desires.

he took one of your buds in his mouth, warm tongue encircling it. your gasps and whispers were the most perfect melody he ever heard, and he groaned when he felt you grinding on him. but he did not stop his ministrations on your nipple, his hand pinching the other, and his other free hand holding you still in your place. he wouldn’t mind having you dry humping him, but he wanted to make you cum, not just from the friction of your underwear on his trousers.

takeomi looked up at you, and you were the most beautiful masterpiece he ever saw. cheeks flushed and eyes glossing with tears, lips parted to let your sounds grace his ears. but you couldn’t hold the lewd image of the king sucking on your nipples for too long, your eyes averting to the wall behind you two. he let go of your breast with a loud plop sound, adjusting the straps on your shoulders again.

“sit on my face.” he commanded, parting your legs even further to make a way for him to slide between them and be met with the sight of your clothed sex.

you gave him a puzzled look, and takeomi chuckled. “do you trust me?” you nodded shyly, and he grabbed your thighs, pushing you near his face by them. “i promise i will make you feel so good, my dearest.” he whispered before pushing up your nightgown, and you just whimpered in anticipation.

takeomi was a skilled man, yes, and on his younger days, he had fucked almost every single whore in the kingdom. his father wasn’t in approval of that, but he stopped as soon as the crown was put on his head — but he knew how to please a woman, and he was proud of that. he yanked your underwear down your legs, helping you to take it off before manoeuvring your hand to hold the front of your nightgown at your belly. grabbing your thighs again, he squeezed the soft flesh there, kissing the inside of one tenderly, but then making you yelp as he bit it. “make my face your throne, my queen.” he murmured before making your bare cunt meet his mouth, and you swore you saw stars.

it was hard to keep the grip on your nightgown with the way takeomi licked and slurped on your folds, as if he was a starving man who finally had his first meal in years. sometimes you touched yourself, learning how to do it with books you found in your brothers' room, but the sensation wasn't the same. your fingers could never be compared to takeomi's tongue, and you wondered how many women he did that before you. a wave of jealousy crashed over you, but before you could even think about it, you loudly moaned his name when you felt his tongue encircling your clit and toying with it.

tears of pleasure were coming down for your eyes, and grasped his clothed shoulder, trying to concentrate on the feeling of your nails entering on his skin rather than the way he was making you feel.

you tried to stay quiet, but you were sure everyone knew what was happening inside the king's room — and for the first time in your life, you didn't care. you didn't care how loudly you moaned takeomi's name when he made you cum the hardest you ever did in your entire life, you didn't care what you were being intimate with a man without being married to him. you didn't care for any of those things because you loved takeomi, and he loved you.

the king manoeuvred your body, so you were sitting on his lower abdomen instead, and you blushed seeing his face wet because of your juices. “you did so good for me. so good.” he whispered while getting up and, when he did, you scooted closer to his chest, feeling his hard on picking at your already sensitive entrance. “come, taste yourself on my tongue, my queen.” he cradled your face with one of his hands, eyes hooded with lust, and kissed you — and you let his tongue inside your mouth, moaning because of your taste and from the lewd action.

the kiss ended when he started grinding you on his hard on, and you whimpered. “please, takeomi.” you didn't even know what you were pleading — you felt as if he was going to ruin you.

“please what, y/n?” he asked in faux sympathy. you just whimpered, your hands starting to undo the buttons of his shirt, but he caught your wrist. “no, my dearest. we will only see each other fully bare on our wedding night, do you hear me?” you nodded, heart racing with such prospect. “but i need to know what you need.”

you opened your mouth a few times, watching as how his face gained an amusing expression. takeomi knew what you wanted, you came to such a conclusion, but he wanted for you to say it. he wanted the words to leave your plump lips. your hands started to fiddle with the waist of his trousers. “please, my king, fuck me.” you couldn't believe such words were leaving your mouth, and you were sure if anyone saw you like that, they would be horrified.

“as you wish, my queen.” who was he to deny you what you wanted?

in a few swift movements, takeomi freed his heavy cock from the confines of his trousers, aligning it with your entrance. he watched you to see if there was any hesitation on your face, and, when you nodded, he started to sink down your hips. “it is going to hurt. if you want to stop, tell me.” you nodded again, already dumb at the feeling of the head of his cock stretching you, but he needed to hear it coming from your lips. “y/n, tell me if you understood.” takeomi commanded, sinking your hips a bit more on his length, and you whimpered.

“y-yes, i understand.” he smiled at you, closing the distance between your faces once again. maybe his kiss would be good to distract you from the foreign feeling.

tears were glossing your vision, and you let out a shaky breath when takeomi let go of your hips, his cock fully burried inside your walls. it was a… strange feeling, but you needed to move. his fingers rubbed your swollen clit for a few moments, trying to give you pleasure instead of pain — and also to distract himself, but he could cum just from the feeling of your thigh walls around him. “omi, please, can you move?” you asked, grabbing his shoulders in desperation.

“you should be the one moving, my dearest.”

you whimpered, and he chuckled, cooing in faux sympathy at your pleading eyes — but takeomi grabbed your hips and started to move them for you, bouncing you on his cock. at first, it was at a low pace that made you desperate for more, but once he felt both of your highs coming, it became animalistic. your hips would have bruises from how hard he was grabbing them, and the sound of skin against skin, as well as your moans and his groans, could be heard from miles away from the castle. it was shameless and the smell of sex was intoxicating, but none of you was in the right mind to care if anyone was listening.

“play with your clit for me, yes? need to feel this sweet cunt tightening even more around me.” you nodded, hand shyly making the way towards your bundle of nerves and toying with it as you did many nights before you met takeomi or even went to brahman. the king groaned loudly at how tighter you became with your orgasm approaching, and he knew he wasn't going to last much longer.

he rested his forehead against yours, quickening the peace of your hips. “i am going to give you a b-baby.” he managed to say in between his groans and your whimpers. “going to make you a mama, would you like it, my dearest?” takeomi slammered his hips hard against yours. “your pussy is telling me yes.”

you nodded, almost desperate. “please make a mama, takeomi. i want to have your babies— please, please, please.” you babbled, as your eyes rolled to the back of your head and you came for the second time that night.

the feel of your walls clenching around him was too much, and soon takeomi's seed was painting your walls white. you were breathing hard, and you fell limp on his chest. he helped you to slid out of his cock, smiling at the mess his pelvis and your thighs were.

you nuzzled your face on takeomi's chest, not wanting to move. “i am sorry.” you blinked your eyes at him, confused. “for breaking your heart.” you opened your mouth to answer, but he put a finger over it. “it was wrong of me to push you away while the only thing you did was love me.” he kissed your head, and you sighed, contently. “i hope you find yourself being able to forgive me, so i can mend what i broke.”

you giggled. “do you really think you need a better answer to this than me carrying your seed in my womb, takeomi?” you asked, a playful tone lacing your voice, smiling at the pink shade dusting his cheeks. it was funny how embarrassed he looked, even though not two minutes ago he was saying the most lewd things to you.

“let's get cleaned up, shall we?”

—

takeomi was a man of his word — and when he said he was going to make you a mother, he really did.

everyone inside the castle was overjoyed to see their king walking in the morning after he arrived from the war. you were helping him, your hand supporting his back while he leaned a bit on you for support, and you cried alongside senju when she saw her brother awake — even though she scolded him for being a workaholic that couldn’t rest for five minutes. takeomi explained he had an urgent matter to discuss with his counselors and the princess smiled knowingly at the two of you.

at the end of that day, you were betrothed to the king of brahman, instead of the prince.

the news was, surprisingly, well received. there were, of course, some courtiers who said you were a witch who put a spell on their king — mainly jealous mothers that had hope of seeing their daughter as queens one day. haruchiyo was more than overjoyed with the news, senju as well, and your brothers just said that you should do whatever made you the happiest you would be. people back in toman, souya told you in the day of your marriage, were quite surprised to know one of them was going to be takeomi’s queen, but king manjiro approved the fact that takeomi wouldn’t have any hindrances to help toman if war came again.

the war ended two weeks after you and takeomi became betrothed, with king maniro killing lord south in battle for what he had done to his brother’s best friend. instead of a typical celebration party, all kingdoms were reunited in brahman to witness an event they never thought would happen. manjiro, emma, ken and keisuke were in the altar alongside senju, haruchiyo, benkei and wakasa — your families would now be one. you walked down the aisle with your brothers, and you swore you saw nahoya shedding a tear. the coronation came after the wedding, and you blushed under the intense proudly gaze takeomi was giving you.

you smiled at all the kings and queen around you, all of them eager to ask how you managed to defrost takeomi’s heart. manjiro was the first one, and you recalled foundly moments of your childhood. then came izana, the king of tenjiku, accompanied by his loyal advisor, kakucho and his wife, who had a noticeable bump — you and takeomi shared fondly looks watching as how kakucho treated her, hoping to be you and him in a few months. the last was king taiju, a towering man who seemed to have greatly respect for your husband, and his wife, that you recognized as the cousin of the late royal family of black dragon. they were polite, but you could see the daggers the queen of black dragon threw at her husband with her eyes every time he touched her.

the night ended with the typical bedding ceremony, emma and senju helping you to get ready for your husband, while takeomi and his friends waited outside, chatting and drinking. that night, he didn’t let you sleep, seeing that three weeks without your body under him was the worst martyrdom he ever went through.

two months after your marriage, you discovered your pregnancy, himari at your side.

the kingdom was overjoyed to hear the news, and you held takeomi as he cried and kissed your belly, promising to not be like his father to his unborn child — saying he would love them regardless of their gender, and that he would always support and be proud of them. haruchiyo and senju were already making preparations for the baby, and nahoya and souya were too, but to be with you when you were in labor. everyone was cautious about it, and you told the doctors about how your mother died in your labor, almost three years after the birth of the twins. they calmed you, saying that nothing would happen to you.

marriage life was a blessing, and you proved to be a reliable queen.

you, wakasa and benkei were the trustworthy advisors of the king, and the duke even joked saying they were indeed in need of a feminine gaze. even if sometimes pregnancy forbidden you from participating in meetings — despite what they said, the doctors were keeping a close eye on you — you were always the first one takeomi searched for when he needed an opinion.

you two needed each other, for big and small things.

“omi, my love, stay still.” you commanded him, razor in hand, while his face was covered in what you supposed was shaving cream. “i will not be able to clean your face if you keep caressing my belly.” you huffed, giggling when he caressed it again. you were sure the baby was going to pop out at any time — himari said your belly was huge, and she could feel the little baby kicking when she helped you bathe. “i might even cut you.” your husband wasn't an expert in shaving himself, and you always scolded him when he appeared with small cuts in his face. asking your brothers for help wasn't a delightful experience, but since their last visit, you started to shave takeomi's face weekly.

he just smiled at you, and you rolled your eyes. “how do you want me to keep still when i have two of my favorite people near me?” the love shining on his face was adorable, and you asked yourself why he didn't find himself to be worthy of such a future.

“keep still.” you whispered, and he obeyed you, even though takeomi's hands were shaking from not touching you. the king was anxious to meet his child, more than anyone would know.

you finished right when himari entered the room, helping you get ready to start the day. you and takeomi had a routine of your own, and it was mesmerizing how in sync you two were with each other's needs. he knew what you wanted for breakfast just from looking at your face, and you knew when he needed to take a break by the glint in his eyes.

breakfast was delicious, as always, and the talk was about yours and takeomi's baby — everyone was excited to meet them, the future ruler of the kingdom of brahman. especially his aunt and uncle. they already loved them so much, and you couldn't ask for a better family to marry into. nahoya and souya were already jealous, but since they were already coming to visit and stay until the due date, you knew your child would know the love of their three uncles in the same intensity.

after breakfast, the family was reunited in the study room. it was supposed to be a day off for takeomi, but it seemed that he had important matters to discuss.

“y/n.” haruchiyo called you, and you redirected your attention to your brother-in-law, closing the book you were reading. “do you want to know a secret?” you nodded, watching as senju seemed interested in what he had to say too. “if i run and leap at takeomi, he will most definitely catch me.”

“i dare you.” senju was the one who spoke, and you nodded in agreement.

haruchiyo smiled at the two of you, getting up from the sofa. “coming through!” he said before running in the direction of your husband.

“no haruchiyo, wait, i have paperw—” you and senju watched mesmerized as how takeomi let go of the papers as haruchiyo jumped on his arms, and the sight of a twenty-two grown man being held by a thirty-one one was too much for you and the princess to bear.

laughter filled the room, but yours died as soon as you felt a sharp pain in your lower back. tears pricked in your eyes, and you were brought back to reality by takeomi's hands cupping and caressing your face. “y/n, my dearest, what is happening? are you alright?”

“i think… i think the baby wants to meet everyone now.”

—

it has been five hours.

five hours since himari put you in the birthing chambers, five hours since only she and senju were allowed to be with you.

five hours since he started to hear your screams, and takeomi couldn't do anything to ease your pain. he wasn't a stranger to labor — he was ten and eleven when his siblings were born, and he knew how painful it was, just from the screams of his mother. but now it was different. he loved his mother, yes, but seeing the love of his life screaming as if she was being tortured was too much for him to bear. was it what his father felt when he and his siblings were coming out of her womb? was it because of the pain of losing their mother that made him such a cruel and heartless man?

he understood, now. if anything happened to you, takeomi knew he would burn down a kingdom to avenge you.

haruchiyo, wakasa and benkei were waiting with him in the room across the birthing chambers, food and drinks untouched. all of them had worry expressions in their faces. your screams weren't ones of a woman giving birth to a child — they seemed like the ones of an animal being eaten by its predator.

wakasa was giving side glances to his friend, knowing exactly what he was thinking. that you were going to die, that he shouldn't have married you or even allowed himself to fall in love with you, how he was only bringing pain into your life. but before he could say something, anything, that would put takeomi's mind at ease, the doctor left the birth chambers. that was not a good sign.

“my king.” the doctor bowed, takeomi's eyes bore holes on his figure. “i am afraid you might need to make a choice.”

“... what?” takeomi voice was small, almost breathless, and that wasn't the king speaking. it was the prince, the boy who, twenty years ago, was sitting with his father and his advisors in the same room, watching as the doctor proclaimed the same words, but regarding his mother.

the doctor gulped. “if the situation worsens, who should we save? the baby or the queen?”

silence filled the room. nobody dared to say a thing, not before takeomi got up and pressed the doctor on the nearest wall, his hand holding him by the neck — almost choking him to death. “if you… if i lost either my wife or my child, i will hang you in the public square for treason.” his voice was low, but in the quietness of the room it seemed as if takeomi was screaming. “you will save both of them, are you listening to me?” he let the doctor go, watching as he nervously bowed, returning to the birthing chambers, your screams returning.

how his father said the doctor could kill senju? how could he have almost given up on his child so easily? both you and the baby were equally important for takeomi, but he knew — deep down, he knew he would prefer you to be alive. and that made bile rise up to his throat, and he saw red.

his animalistic instincts took over, and he started to kick and punch and scream at anything in front of him. the food and the drinks were spilled on the floor, the tables were broken on their legs, the nature painting above the fireplace was ripped down by his bare hands. nobody dared to say a word — it was the most emotions they saw the king displaying since prince shinichiro died, but the three spectators were worried. worried takeomi could do something to hurt himself if he lost you, worried he could do something to the innocent doctors and nurses who were trying to make his wishes come true.

the king fell down to his knees, his throat sore and tears streaming down his face. he couldn’t lose you, he couldn’t — you were the light inside him, and if he lost you, he would fall to darkness again. but he couldn’t wish for his child to die too. they were innocent being, and takeomi hated himself for having such thoughts. “mama…” he whispered, wishing nothing more than to have her warmth and her kind words to soothe him from such excruciating feelings. his hands hid his face while his body was wracked by sobs.

his body was enveloped in warmth, not his mother’s, but takeomi broke down.

“i am not mama.” haruchiyo whispered, his arms around his brother shoulders, his long fingers caressing takeomi’s hair. “nor do i know what she would do if she was here.” he only knew what person his mother was from his brother’s memories, as their father refused to speak about her. but both he and senju resemble her in appearance, and he wished he had had more time to be with her. “but i am sure she is looking down at us and protecting y/n. as her mother is, too. mama would never let lady death take y/n away when she makes you so happy.”

takeomi nodded, his head hid on his brother’s shoulders. he was pathetic, wasn’t he?

“you are not pathetic.” benkei spoke up, a hand on takeomi’s shoulder. did he say that out loud?

wakasa kneeled down next to them. “you love her. how can such a beautiful feeling make you pathetic as you think you are?”

takeomi nodded, and haruchiyo's arms tightened around him, benkei letting go of his shoulder. “i… i love you, takeomi. and it hurts me to see you this way.” the younger akashi confessed, his own eyes wet. it wasn't easy for him to see his best friend suffering like that, and his brother — the man who raised him, who made him the man he was now, even though their relationship was strained from last mistakes — suffering in consequence, was too much for him.

the king stiffened around his baby brother's arms, too surprised with his words. oh, if he could turn back time — he would never have pushed haruchiyo to be something he didn't want, he would never say harsh and rude words to him, trying to prepare him for court life, he would never push him away when he only needed comfort to make him stronger. “i love you, too. so much, haru, so much.” now it was time for the older brother to embrace the younger, and takeomi engulfed haruchiyo in his arms the same way he used to do when they were kids. “i am sorry.” haruchiyo just nodded, and takeomi opened one of his arms, giving his friends a small smile. “come in, you two. you are my family, too.”

the four men stayed in each other's embrace for what seemed like hours, until senju appeared in the room, a big smile on her face. “y/n is calling for you, brother.” that meant everything was alright, right? kissing his sister's forehead, he walked to the birthing chambers — a walk, that in the last time he did, he had his heart heavy.

the doctor and the nurses bowed when he entered, and takeomi's eyes fell into the birthing bed, expecting to find you like his mother was — pale, with heavy eyes and not an ounce of strength on your body to hold the baby. but you were glowing. even though your hair was glued to her head due to sweat and your gown was tainted with your own blood, the smile you gave takeomi could rival the sun. and in your arms rested the proof of his love for you, the promise he made you when he tired of pretending you didn't make him wanting to have what shinichiro told him to. his vision became glossy again, and he smiled at you, walking and kneeling in front of you.

“it is a baby girl.” you whispered, watching as how your husband seemed dumbstruck looking at your little baby. his eyes were wide, and his mouth was slightly agape, and you contained the urge to pinch his cheeks. “our baby girl.” you cradled her even more in your arms, smiling down at her when he opened her eyes — big and green, just like her father's. “do you want to hold her?” you asked your husband, giggling at how excitedly he nodded.

she was so tiny. takeomi didn't remember his siblings being that small, or if he was the one who grew up too much. “i thought i was going to lose both of you.” he whispered, his daughter's eyes looking curiously at him, as if she could recognize his voice — from the countless hours he spoke to her when she was still inside your belly.

“we would never do that to you.” you shifted in the bed, trying to get more comfortable. “but she is stubborn as you.” as if your daughter didn't look like her father already. “and she decided she did not want to come in last minute and made me work harder than i was supposed to.” the green eyes and the small plums of black hair were already proof that she would be the carbon copy of him. you didn't care, though. “the doctor said you threatened him.” you gave your husband a dirty look, and the rumble of his chuckle made the baby girl more aware of her surroundings.

“i really did. i should apologize to him.” takeomi chuckled once more, getting up with his daughter cradled in his arms. she was just a few minutes old, and she already had him wrapped around her tiny fingers. he kissed your forehead. “i love you.” he whispered, and you murmured the same words back, a tired, yet proud smile adorning your face. you didn't notice when everyone else entered the room, and it seemed like senju was needing to restrain haruchiyo from meeting his niece.

you smiled. you loved your family, and couldn’t wait until your brothers met their little niece.

takeomi looked at you again, and you nodded. “all hail to the future queen of the kingdom of brahman, etsuko akashi.”

#akashi takeomi x reader #akashi takeomi #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #tokrev x reader #— june writes.

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