Trials of the Heart

Extra 3

warning: smut

a/n - this is the scene from chapter 11! the incomplete scene at the workshop. if you want more context, go skim through it and then come back hehe

"uh... kuni?"

"yes?"

"... can i reach up your shirt?"

now he was getting flustered, trying his hardest not to let it show. "fine."

you gently lifted his shirt, running your hand around his pale skin and trying to feel around to get a sense of what could be inside of him. luckily, most of the things that you could make sense of, you knew what they were and how they worked. his body was truly something else, then again, the shogun made him almost like a "test" for the actual shogun's body, so of course things would be messy.

"hmm... okay, it should fit."

"i-i'm sorry?!"

you looked up at him, and he was madly blushing and looked almost horrified. laughter escaped you, and you lowered his shirt and moved back, still laughing at how bewildered and scared he looks. "o-oh my! your face!"

"let's not shift the topic, what should fit? are you going to put something inside of me?!"

"i'm not sure, will i," you gave him a smirk, which made him look even more horrified. "don't worry, it'll all make sense later. thanks for letting me do that, i'm going to go back to my office now-"

as you walked to the exit, you felt your body get spun around, and scaramouche pinned you against the door. "now where do you think you're going?"

"... back to my office?"

"i'm not letting you leave just yet," he smirked. "that little stunt you pulled earlier? you owe me, remember?"

you gulped, starting to flush. "kuni-"

"there's no one in the building except for us two, Y/N," he smirked, attaching his lips to your neck and leaving small kisses. he pressed his body close, making you almost weak in the knees.

you looked away, he was turning you into putty in his hands. slowly, he was making the strings of your self-restraint snap and turning you into a flustered mess. you could feel him play with the hem of your top, "come on Y/N."

knowing your voice would betray you, you nodded.

"i'm not going to do anything if you don't tell me verbally," he kissed your neck.

"f-fine," you said.

"needy, aren't we," he smirked. "i'm a considerate person, so i won't leave you all hot and bothered like you left me earlier."

"b-but i wasn't intending on doing anything like this," you defended yourself.

"well i am," he said. "now Y/N, let me return the favor from earlier. can i put my hand up your shirt?"

your voice died in your throat as you struggled to come up with a verbal reply, blushing at how he turned the tide so it was in his favor. he cupped your chin and turned your face so you were looking at him.

"come on Y/N," he said seductively, nipping your lower lip between his teeth. "use your words."

"y-yes," you stammered, making him smirk and begin to kiss you passionately, holding your chin with his hand so you couldn't turn away. his porcelain-like hand moved to the hem of your clothing, undoing whatever it was he needed to undo, and began to slide it off your body. he stopped kissing you for a moment to shrug your clothing off, leaving you in your pants and bra.