𝐼𝑘𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑛 𝑆𝑒𝑛𝑔𝑜𝑘𝑢 🌸 イケメン戦国

Take You Down // Hideyoshi Toyotomi

Warnings: explicit language, mentions of sex, light smut

*** Hideyoshi exclaiming his love for you verbally and physically***

• It all starts when you strut into the audience chamber, wearing a blood red kimono. The fabric licks the wooden floor with each step, like short waves on a shoreline.

• Your newest kimono design catches many gazes. More lustful than not.

• A small section of your leg peeks through a slit in the fabric, as well as your defined collarbones that rested above your barely exposed breast tissue.

• When you make it to the middle of the room, all eyes are on you. Many conversations evaporate in mid air.

• While some men might say you are no "great beauty," the way you carry yourself, especially around those in power, leaves those same men unable to look away.

• A pair of passionate crimson eyes stalk your every move, like a hawk staring down it's prey. 

• As per usual, your presence was requested at yet another war meeting. Oda Nobunaga doesn't always decide to have you apart of the discussion, but whenever you are, the meetings are more enjoyable. At least, that's what the vassals whisper. Everyone seems to face you for comfort, inside and out of the audience chamber.

• Many men wave and say hi to you, asking how you are and if Hideyoshi is treating you well.
• Some vassals go out of there way to introduce themselves and swear to protect you with their lives. At a council, yes.

• The men and women are fascinated by you, I mean you managed to captivate Nobunaga, capture Hideyoshi's heart and somehow you grew extremely close to the rest of Nobunaga's vassals.

• You were a mysterious goddess to the Oda and a dangerous siren to the Uesugi-Takeda.

• Even Kennyo's caught wind of the new princess and how well she fits in between the warlord's. He's been eyeing you for some time now, too, but for different reasons.

• As you continue ambling through crowds of armored men, fingertips delicately brush the back of your hand and shoulders gently bump yours, over and over again, as if on purpose.

• Nobunaga can't believe the amount of men that dare touch you, the princess. More than anything else, he can't believe you would allow it.

• But Nobunaga wasn't the only envious warlord in the audience chamber.

• Seeing the effort his vassals make to be close to you, to stop and talk to you, makes Hideyoshi's blood boil.

• Jealousy pumped in his veins harder than adrenaline as he watches you come in, walking like a model, carrying warlords behind you.

• All the attention is being directed to you, gentle touches grazing your sensitive skin, whistles calling you from across the room, sweet smiles and little nicknames.

• "Princess Y/n, we are so glad you could make it!"

• "We missed you!"

• "You look stunning today- wow..."

• Everyone loves you.

• "Welcome, fireball. Take a seat."

• Nobunaga was smirking down at you and the line of immature vassals behind your small shadow. You met his crimson eyes that have been watching your every move since you entered.