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You did everything you could to avoid meeting the prince when he arrived, but it seemed that your parents were expecting this, and had knights placed around every corner of the castle in order to escort you down to the main gates.

You kept your face a blank slate as you stood between your parents, hands folded neatly in front of you, just as you were always taught. Your eyes were trained on a carriage glinting in the distance, slowly approaching.

"I hope you remember your manners, [Y/N]," your father muttered, barely moving as he addressed you. You suppressed the urge to roll your eyes, replying flatly;

"How could I, father? Especially after that little talk we had yesterday. I know my place."

"Just don't do anything out of order."

"You can trust me, father." You briefly turned to him, flashing a bright smile that didn't quiet reach your eyes — not that he had the chance to notice that. "I may act rash, but have I ever gone against my word?"

He had no chance to respond, either, as the carriage had pulled to a stop in front of you, it's white horses shaking their heads with a huff. The driver of the carriage stepped off his seat, swiftly moving to the door and pulling it open with a bow.

"May I present Prince Karamatsu, of Akatsuka Kingdom."

Out stepped a man with a pale, rounded face and thick brows resting above his large eyes, his dark hair slicked back with a few rare streaks of royal blue running through the sides. His attire also had flashes of azure, fitting nicely against the white fabric. Except for the cape which he had draped over his right shoulder; it was covered in glittering sequins, practically blinding you all as it reflected the sun's light in multiple directions.

You hid your grimace well, though your brow twitched every now and then at his atrocious display. The man, Karamatsu, brought a gloved hand to his chin, eyes sweeping over your small royal family. His lips stretched into a cat-like grin, eyes lidded as he hummed triumphantly.

"It seems that I have arrived at my destination!" He pointed his hand towards the sky, posing dramatically. "Fate has led me down my destined path, yet it still stretches onwards! Where to, next? Our mortal minds will never know!"

His monologue was met with confused silence. You hated how the deep rumble of his voice raised goosebumps across your skin. Your fingers were gripping your palms in a white-knuckled grip, resisting the urge to pull out your hair. You hoped that now, your parents could see what kind of hell they were attempting to put you through.

It didn't take long for his luggage to be taken into the palace, a surge of maids carrying uncountable amounts of cases to his new sleeping quarters. Your parents showed him through to the main hall, having a pleasantly one-sided conversation with the prince whilst you followed silently from behind. Your father cleared his throat after a moment, plastering a polite smile on his face.

"Well, Queen Koume and I must get back to our royal duties. I can assure you that our servants and knights around the palace are more than able to aid you should you need anything, Prince Karamatsu," he bowed his head lightly. Glancing at you, he added, "Our daughter is also quite the intelligent child. I'm sure she will be more than happy to assist her fiancé in any way she can." He pressed the last few words as he stared hard at you, lips thinning into a flat line as no response was given from you, not even a twitch of facial expression.

Your mother tugged gently on his arm, a warning look subtly sent his way as she smiled at her guest. "We shall see you at dinner later tonight, dear." With that, she led her husband away, disappearing round a corner and leaving the two of you alone. Instantly, the Prince was bowing low in front of you, almost comically so.

"I am truly blessed from the heavens above to be given such an opportunity to wed the most exquisite of flowers!" He took a gentle hold of your hand, bringing the back of your hand to his lips and placing a chaste kiss against your skin. You merely watched on with a slightly raised brow.

"Princess, I look forward to our future together!"

A moment of silence passed before you smiled softly.

"How sweet! I most certainly do not look forward to our time spent together, unfortunately!"

"Hm! As expected, my Princess is as kind as she appears! Soft and kind-hearted, you— ..I'm sorry, what was it that you said?" His tone fell from confident to unsure in a heartbeat. You slowly allowed you smile to fall away into a scornful glare, the man's lips now pulled into a timid smile, sweat beginning to accumulate on his temple.

"It seems that you can actually listen to something other than your own voice," you sneered, crossing your arms over your chest. He tilted his head, confused and slight hurt flashing through his eyes. "This whole set up for our marriage is one of the worst things my parents could ever do."

You took a few steps forward, standing chest to chest with him and pushing a finger against him.

"Let me make this clear, your highness," you spat, "I, just like many other princesses across the region, don't want anything to do with you and your kingdom. If you had any sense with you, then I would expect you to be gone by dinner today, and to call off this god forsaken wedding the minute you arrive back."

You turned on your heel, snapping your fingers as you walked away, a grin spreading across your lips. The look of disbelief on his face was enough to assure you that he would definitely be taking your kind token of advice.

Behind you, a servant you had summoned was busy trying to coax a frozen Karamatsu to his room, his eyes locked onto your back as you grew further and further away from him, eventually disappearing from his view.

You spent the rest of the hours till evening reading in the library, making use of your secret corner hidden atop the bookshelves to catch up on the handful of novels you had picked up. Your mind had stopped thinking of the so-called guest that had entered your home while you were distracted, only to be reminded of his existence when your butler came to fetch you for dinner.

"Tanuki? Where is the Prince?" You asked innocently as you were led to the dining room. Your butler hummed thoughtfully.

"I am sorry, your highness. I haven't seen him since his arrival this morning. As far as I'm aware, he should be joining us for dinner this evening."

'Oh, I'm sure he won't be,' you thought giddily.

A set of tall doors were pushed open for you, the long table filled with food beckoning for you to take a seat. Only, you were stuck where you stood. Your eye twitched dangerously at the sight before you, your lips trembling as you struggled to keep them shut so as not to scream in frustration.

He was sat there, happily chatting away with your mother as your father laughed at something he had said. His eyes locked into yours, the air stilling for a moment before his smile widened, gesturing for you to come take a seat.

"Good evening, Princess! I'm sure that the food will taste ten times better now that we have been graced with your presence!"

He winked at you from across the table as your chair was pushed in. The grip on your utensils tightened considerably. A voice in the back of your mind was becoming louder and louder, drowning out the talk around you.

You had underestimated him, it seems.

'No matter.'

You pierced a morsel of food harshly with your fork.

'This just means I can resort to harsher methods.'

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You were glad Jyushimatsu had chosen a more shaded route, or else you were sure you would have collapsed from the harsh heat by now. Ozo's hand had slipped into your own at some point, and when you noticed, you simply squeezed his hand lightly, smiling when he did the same.

"Just through here!" Jyushimatsu called, pushing away a small tuft of bushes and wandering through. You glanced at Ozo.

"Do you know where we are?"

"Yup. Trust me — you're gonna love it."

He took the lead, carefully manoeuvring you over the poking branches and fallen leaves, breaking through the darkly shaded area to a bright field, stretching far beyond the eye can see, rows and rows of soil filled with tall stalks of sunflowers, pointing their heads high towards the sun. They reached just up to your waist, surrounding you in a sweet scent.

You gasped softly, mouthing breaking into a wide gleeful smile. A bubble of laughter escaped your throat as you released your hold on Ozo's hand, running straight into the field. Your hands gently cupped the large yellow petals, running a finger over the soft texture, like velvet, bringing it close to take in its scent. You wandered in further until you were stood in the middle of the sea of flowers, twirling with a giggle as your eyes tried to soak in the beauty around you, sparkling and full of wonder.

You came to a stand still as a breeze flew over you, rustling your hair and stroking your skin. You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath, lost in the moment. It felt so peaceful, so calming, the kind of place you could only ever hope to find, and now you had found it.

"What d'ya think?"

Ozo's voice sounded from behind you as he slowly, carefully, wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder. You tensed at first, then almost melted into his hold, leaning against his chest as your own hands came up to press against his.

"You were right; I do love it."

"Told you so," he grinned. His teasing tone murmured against your ear, the sound not unpleasant, and more comforting than anything. You relaxed further, sighing blissfully as you opened your eyes again, staring up into the clear sky.

Although it seemed like such a childish thought, you couldn't help but wish you could stay like this forever, free from any worries, with the wind pushing you forward and a warm hand as your guide.

┊ •° ੈ ⋆° ┊

You pressed the cold can to your temple before opening it up, sighing deeply as the drink cooled your body.

After exploring the field for a while, you had decided to give your legs a break, seating yourself down on the green cut grass close to where you had entered the field. Ozo joined you, saying it was the perfect time to break out the drinks. Jyushimatsu, however, said that he would go exploring, to 'add more bugs to his collection.'

He took off before you could reply, leaving the two of you behind.

"Will Jyushimatsu be alright?" You asked after a moment. Ozo hummed, taking a swig of his drink.

"Yeah. He does this all the time, so there's nothin' to worry about. Instead..." he shuffled closer to you, shoulders practically touching as he grinned down at you, "Why don't you and I have a little chat?"

"Chat? About what?"

"Anything, and everything! I wanna know more about you!"

You blinked, chuckling wearily. "You wanna know about me? I'm really not that interesting..."

"C'mon, sure you are!" He nudged you. "I already have something I wanna ask you, anyway."

"Oh?" You raised a brow. "And what is it?"

"Are you single?"

Your eyes widened, spluttering for words at the sudden question. You looked away from his wide eyes, nibbling at your lower lip. Why had such a simple question flustered you this much? It wasn't fair, the effect this man has on you.

"Uh... Y-Yeah, I am..." you answered after a moment. "But why would you wanna know that?"

"'Cuz it means that I can actually have a shot with you!"

You whipped your head back around, staring at him with cheeks ablaze.

"W-What are you talking about? A shot with me?? Why would you want that?"

"Isn't it obvious?" Ozo stared at you with a confused grimace. "I mean, look at you! You're so hot! Who wouldn't want you?!"

Your mouth was hanging open, unable to speak. Receiving such compliments, hearing such a confession... All things that you were a stranger to.

A strained silence passed before you sighed, averting your gaze to your lap.

"..Ozo, we've only just met. I doubt it's that quick to fall in love with someone, let alone me..."

'But weren't you feeling the same way only a few hours ago?'

"You put yourself down too much, [Y/N]." Ozo stated firmly. "I know what I'm saying, and I know that you're probably the prettiest girl I've ever seen."

You clutched your drink tighter in your hands, ignoring the prickling cold at your fingertips. A part of you knew that this was all moving way too fast for it to be possible. There was no such thing as 'love at first sight.' And yet... And yet, the other part of you wanted to give in so badly. You wanted to wrap your arms around him and say 'yes,' as if it were meant to be.

"...Can I... have some time to think about it?" It seemed to be the only rational thing to do.

Ozo, on the other hand, couldn't have been more thrilled to hear that. He was actually being considered, by you. He actually had a chance..! This was all too good to be true for him!

He smiled giddily as he leaned his shoulder against you, looking out into the sky, the sun lowering slowly, resting above the tips of the far away trees. His lips stretched wider as he felt you lean back onto him, hesitantly resting your head against his shoulder, allowing him to rest his cheek on the top of your head.

"Take as long as you need, sweetheart. I'll be here waiting' for ya'."

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Ozo was unbearably hard. But could you blame him?

It wasn't like he did it on purpose, either! It just... happened. On accident. But it was a happy accident. In his eyes.

Leaning against the bathroom door heavily, he slapped a hand harshly against his forehead. Why did he suddenly decide to excuse himself and leave you there like that? Was he an idiot?

'The biggest idiot to ever exist, apparently,' he thought bitterly.

He recalled how the both of you sat there in a tense silence, with your form still beneath him and his knee still wedged between your thighs. Your dress had ridden up during your little scuffle, so close to hitching over your hips. Your arms were still above your head as you heaved, your chest rising up and down. He remembered how they moved very clearly. The tightness of your dress didn't leave much to the imagination...

The sound of a belt buckle hitting the floor echoed through the tiled walls. He sunk down to his knees, his pants shoved downwards haphazardly. Somewhere in the back of his filthy mind, Ozo was aware of how dirty he was. Jacking off to the thought of you when you were so close nearby not once, but twice now. The other three times didn't count — you weren't anywhere near him at the time.

He sighed a breath of relief as his member was finally released from his boxers. It stood to attention, stiff and throbbing desperately with need. His hand closed around his shaft, first rubbing his thumb over the top, smearing precum over the head. Ozo bit his lip, the sensation already becoming too much.

Closing his eyes, he began to wonder what would have happened if it had continued...

He grinned deviously at the thought of you making the first move. You would grind down against his knee, whimpering at the feeling of him against you. You'd keep going, shivering and moaning for him, for more.

His hand slipped slowly down from the tip to his base, pausing for a moment before delicately tracing back upwards, repeating the motion a few times before steadily picking up the pace.

You would grasp at his shirt, pulling him down for a kiss, on his lips this time. He could practically feel your mouth against his, moving so enticingly against his own. But it would be a distraction. Your hands were always wandering, travelling lower down his body, hovering over the tent in his slacks...

Ozo threw his head back with a gasp as his hips stuttered in his palm. He tightened his grip over his cock, pumping faster at the thought.

You would handle him so nicely. He imagined that you would take control the first time, forcefully rolling on top of him and straddling his hips. You'd roll your hips against him teasingly, smiling down at him as you began to unbutton the upper half of his shirt, your soft hands rubbing against his chest. His own hands would come up to feel your breasts, weighing them in each palm and squeezing them between his fingers, loving the way you would bite your lip and moan so cutely...

"[Y-Y/N]..." he breathed. He was so close. His cock felt so heavy in his palm, twitching with each move of his hand, precum now leaking in thick streams down his length and over his fingers.

At some point, you had removed his slacks for him, your own panties thrown off to the side somewhere while he was busy fondling your tits. It was all moving so fast. You would pull up the lower half of your dress, showing off your hips and stomach before lowering onto him, inch by inch. You would have to stop half way, your walls stretching to accommodate his size. When you finally took all of him in, you would steady yourself on his chest, leaning down to nip and nibble at his neck as you began sliding up and down over his rod.

Ozo groaned, his vivid imagination conjuring up the feeling of your hot, tight walls constricting around him.

"Please..." He panted, eyes screwed shut as his tongue lolled out of his mouth.

You would enjoy his begging, murmuring sweet, naughty words into his ears in that beautiful voice of yours, knowing just how much he liked it. You would ask if he was close, and you would tell him how close you were, too.

By now, Ozo was murmuring nonsense pleas under his breath as he stroked himself fervently, his climax just within his reach.

His mind went back to when he had you beneath him, your arms pinned under his strong hands and your flushed, reddened cheeks. He loved the way you spoke his name then.

"O-Ozo!"

With that final thought, he tipped over the edge. His hips bucked rapidly into his hand as he came, using his other to quickly catch the spurts of cum he was releasing, the sticky substance coated his hands in a thin sheen. He whined and moaned breathily, gritting his teeth as he fought against calling out your name over and over again as he came down from his high.

He took in a shaky breath, his body finally slumping over as the tension left his body. Sitting still for a few moments to catch his breath, he carefully stood up, leaning against the cool wall to support himself on wobbling legs. He washed his hands, using a tissue to clean up the rest of himself. Buckling his pants up again, he caught his own reflection in the mirror.

His hair was the only thing slightly out of place. He could sort that our easy. Straightening out his collar, he shot a wide grin to himself before leaving the bathroom, hands tucked into his pockets as if nothing had ever happened.

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𝗡𝗢𝗪 𝗣𝗟𝗔𝗬𝗜𝗡𝗚: 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙧𝙮 - 𝙢𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙯 ı𝗹ıı𝗹ıı𝗹ıı𝗹ıı𝗹ıı𝗹ı ᴠᴏʟᴜᴍᴇ : ▮▮▮▮▮▮▮▮▮▮ 𝟬:𝟬𝟭 ─●──────── 𝟯:𝟮𝟵 ◁          𝗜𝗜          ▷

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𝙲𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚜𝚞 𝙼𝚊𝚝𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚘 -𝘈𝘒𝘈- 𝗖𝗘𝗢𝗜𝗖𝗨𝗡𝗚 ❝𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒓𝒚,

𝙾𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚜𝚞 𝙼𝚊𝚝𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚘 -𝘈𝘒𝘈- 𝗛𝗨𝗡𝗚𝗖𝗨𝗡𝗚 𝑻𝒓𝒚𝒏𝒂' 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆.

𝙺𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚜𝚞 𝙼𝚊𝚝𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚘 -𝘈𝘒𝘈- 𝗟𝗔𝗔𝗠𝗖𝗨𝗡𝗚 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝒎𝒆,

𝙸𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚜𝚞 𝙼𝚊𝚝𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚘 -𝘈𝘒𝘈- 𝗭𝗜𝗖𝗨𝗡𝗚 𝑻𝒐 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒚 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒈𝒐.

𝙹𝚢𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚜𝚞 𝙼𝚊𝚝𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚘 -𝘈𝘒𝘈- 𝗪𝗢𝗡𝗚𝗖𝗨𝗡𝗚 𝑮𝒓𝒂𝒃 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒈,

𝚃𝚘𝚍𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚜𝚞 𝙼𝚊𝚝𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚘 -𝘈𝘒𝘈- 𝗧𝗢𝗨𝗖𝗨𝗡𝗚 𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒐𝒓.

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𝑰𝒕 𝒂𝒊𝒏'𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒍 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒖𝒕, 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉.❞

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