zenin clan head megumi
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“I’m the future head of the Zenin clan. I’m giving you an order.”
Megumi’s chin lifts, imperious despite the flush still blazing across his cheeks, his small body drawing up to its full height, which brings the top of his head roughly level with Yuuji’s shoulder.
Yuuji presses his lips together very, very hard.
Megumi’s eyes narrow. He’s seen that look before. “Don’t you dare.”
“I’m not doing anything.”
“You’re laughing at me.”
“I’m not laughing.” Yuuji’s voice comes out strained, tight with the effort of holding it in, his shoulders starting to shake. “I’m just—very impressed. By your authority. Very commanding.”
“You don’t mean that.”
“I do. I’m very intimidated right now. Terrified, actually.”
Yuuji grows up with the Zenin heir, the son of his deceased ex-fiancee — and by technicality, his current fiancée.
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- Part 1 of zenin clan head megumi
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19-year old Clan Head Megumi consummates the arranged marriage with his betrothed 31-year old wife.
“Megumi, wait—”
“You sound so pretty.” Megumi’s thumb drags up through Yuuji’s folds and finds his clit again, rubbing in tight circles while his fingers stay pressed against the flutter of his entrance. “I used to imagine what you’d sound like. When I was fifteen and I couldn’t stop thinking about you, I’d lie in bed and touch myself and try to picture—” His breath shudders out. “But you’re better. You’re so much better than anything I imagined.”
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- Part 2 of zenin clan head megumi
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Yuuji is determined to prove his worth to his husband. Megumi happily takes him on his offer.
Megumi groans low, a sound Yuuji’s never heard from him, raw and hungry. “Fuck… you’re still too small. I can’t get all the way in yet.” He rocks his hips gently, working another shallow thrust, and Yuuji can feel every ridge and vein dragging against his oversensitive walls.
Tears spill down Yuuji’s cheeks faster now. He’s overwhelmed, stretched so full he can barely breathe, but he nods quickly, desperately. “I’m sorry… I’ll try harder. I want to be good for you. Please… keep going.”
Megumi’s control frays visibly, something fierce and possessive flashing across his face. He grips Yuuji’s hips with both hands, fingers digging into the flesh hard enough to bruise, and starts thrusting—slow, careful strokes at first, working his cock deeper with each wet slide. The desk creaks beneath them, wood groaning in protest, and Yuuji shakes and sobs softly through it, his body clenching hard around the intrusion, trying to accommodate the impossible fullness.
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- Part 3 of zenin clan head megumi