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Ochako had lived a very sheltered life, guarded as a thing of beauty and the princess that would save their small kingdom from ruin. By marrying a man that was twice her age. Dressed in her flowing gown, she walked into the grand entrance hall and smiled towards her parents. This would be her first time meeting her betrothed, and they'd set the scene accordingly. Accompanied by her lady in waiting, Mina, Ochako walked in and found two men standing before her parents. They were both stoic, almost warrior type men with scars on their faces. The elder had blazing red hair, and whilst the younger’s almost matched, half was a brilliant white. They were both in Todoroki blue’s and unwavering in their stance even by her entrance.
In her pale blue gown, off her shoulder and just covering enough to not be indecent, she moved towards the small crowd and greeted her parents. She kissed their cheeks before turning to the two men. Both were tall, but the elder seemed to tower over her. Tried not to be intimidated by how broad and tall he was, but he was twice as tall and over twice as broad as she was. The fact that one day she’d have to bed him. To have something on his body be…inside her. She flushed as eyes flicked down to his trousers before she flicked them back up. His gaze burned into her.
Her father touched her back as he smiled at the king opposite him. “May I introduce to you, his Royal Majesty Enji Todoroki, and his son Shoto.”
“Your Majesty,” Ochako greeted, curtsying down to the floor before rising and meeting his eye. Ochako’s breath caught at the intensity behind it before she swallowed and turned to the younger prince. “You highness,” she said, curtsying to him next.
“You look lovely, your highness,” said Shoto, making Ochako blush.
“Yes, my son is very right. You are radiant,” Enji said, his voice so coarse compared to his son that it made Ochako shiver and the flush that was creeping onto her face had flared down onto her neck. She cleared her throat and smiled, trying to play off her discomfort.
“I’ve been friends with Enji for many years, Ochako. He will treat you well, and will never overstep his bounds,” Her father reassured and forced a smile. Ochako knew this couldn't be easy for him, sending her off to be someone's wife. And all that entailed.
But the Todoroki kingdom was an ally, and a very wealthy one at that.
“I-I trust that you will treat me well, your majesty,” she said, knowing that even trying to hide her blushes. She was sure that any innuendo she may infer was going to show on her face anyway. It was either out of excitement or embarrassment for her face to flame as it did. Without warning, her parents backed away and Enji stepped forward, reaching for Ochako’s hand and taking it into his own. He was so big that his hand dwarfed hers. She swallowed as he brought it up to his lips and kissed at her knuckles, all the while he didn’t take his eyes from hers.
“I will treat you to nothing but honour and respect,” he began, whispering his next words, “and give you delight that only a man and woman can provide for each other if that is what you wish.”
All Ochako could think to do was nod and take her ungloved hand back. How had she neglected her gloves? She felt so bare, especially after his lips had touched her skin, and his words were so obvious that it was hard to shield herself.
“I know this is our first meeting and we will be wed in a few mere weeks, but I’d love to spend more time with you. Just so we can know each other better and be friends for the future,” Enji said, voice now loud enough for everyone to hear and her parents walked back towards them. Understanding then that her parents were giving Ochako and Enji privacy for whatever they may need to speak privately about.
“I will organise some luncheons so you two may converse,” Her mother offered and Ochako nodded along.
“For now, we have travelled far and are tired. We will see you all for dinner, I presume?” Enji said and everyone agreed, Ochako was too stunned to really contribute to the conversation further. Eventually, everyone dispersed, Ochako and Mina wandering down a hall, feeling as though they were being followed.
“He’s so old,” Mina groaned, rubbing at Ochako’s arm to soothe her. She caught sight of Enji from the corner of her eye, how he stood tall and regal in his garment, walking past the hall's view and out of sight once more.
“H-he’s not that old,” Ochako defended. Mina rolled her eyes at the words.
“He’s the same age as your father.”
“Who's very young for a king -”
“He's old, Ochako, face it. Old and wrinkly and…"
Ochako didn’t find that she cared. It was better than marrying an old man that was grey and withering away. At least Enji’s scar wasn’t a deforming thing - it looked painful, but he was still as gorgeous as he may have been in his youth. Ochako swallowed, moving with Mina as she wandered through the halls.
“Imagine a man that is your father’s age in between your legs and trying to please you with his -” Mina continued, almost as though she were living it, her voice growing more desperate and at the same time disgusted.
“What are you saying?!” Ochako squealed, blocking her ears.
“Why are you getting so worked up, it isn’t like -” Mina stopped and clamped her mouth. “I’m sorry Princess. I know your customs are different from my own. We are taught from a young age the workings of a man and a woman. It slipped my mind that you may not have the same experience,” Mina apologised and Ochako shook her head, feeling red as a rose and flushed as though it were in the middle of a summer heat.
“I do know the workings between a man and a woman…I’ve just never experienced it. Not with another person, and I’ve never had such frank conversations about it,” Ochako confessed, leaving out the part where she had explored the place between her thighs before, finding it all unsatisfactory. She almost thought she had it, but was never brave enough to venture further.
“I can teach you everything I know,” Mina teased. Ochako rolled her eyes.
“I’m going to go for a walk by myself in the gardens, if you wouldn’t mind,” she replied, and Mina gave a small giggle and bowed to Ochako.
“Of course, your highness,” she said, walking off down the hall, and Ochako wandered to the gardens.
~*~*~
The Todoroki men followed after the princess and her lady in waiting down the hall, voices carrying beyond their control. Enji smirked at how the lady in waiting was so brash, making the princess squirm and screech. Fuck. How long it had been since he’d taken such a fragile little thing and made her scream in pleasure.
But that was the thing. She was small, fragile, and he could tell she was scared. What woman of status wasn’t scared of their first time? How little she must know of pleasure and what he could give her. They may not ever love each other, and the only thing that truly held them together would be their love for Ochako’s father and her kingdom, but tenderness could always be their link.
He’d give her whatever tenderness he could offer.
Enji stopped and turned to his son.
“Shoto,” he started, Shoto stopping by his side and looking up at him.
“Yes, father?”
“The princess,” Enji started, rubbing at his jaw, “how experienced do you think she is?” Shoto considered the question for a moment, shifting back and forth. He finally stopped his shifting, giving Enji every sign he needed that his son had made up his mind. No matter the tension they had as father and son, Enji was still able to read Shoto like an open book. He liked having that ability when Shoto was so closed off.
“From the blushes she gave, I fear she has none,” Shoto said, and Enji nodded.
“Gather your most trusted guards together. I want to -” Enji had to stop. Was this the right thing to do? He and Rei were an anomaly, and the fact that he was considering doing the same thing with a sweet innocent like Ochako was strange. He and Rei grew up together, understood each other fundamentally; even when they didn’t see eye to eye, there was always love there.
“Want what, father?”
“I want you to train her with them,” he said with a sigh, looking over at Shoto, who just looked confused by the whole thing.
“Train her?” Shoto asked. Enji sighed, rubbing at his brow before he turned fully to Shoto and crossed his arms.
“Don’t take me for a fool. I know what you and your friends are like. Get them together and plan a night fit for a princess that needs to be fucked well for her first time,” Enji explained, trying not to make it an order, but rather a request that everyone was free to follow or disregard.
“Am I a part of this lesson?” Shoto asked, a small spatter of pink running over his unmarred cheek. Enji smirked.
“If you wish, I saw how you stared at her,” he replied and Shoto cleared his throat, giving a short bow of his head as an answer.
“At least I will be given this much,” Shoto said, almost to himself rather than Enji. Before Shoto could walk away, Enji put his hand on Shoto’s chest, stopping him. With a growl, he warned Shoto.
“Know I will not let you all have your way. We will treat her with respect, but she will leave that night with only pleasure, you understand?”
Shoto smirked. “I will pass the message along.”
~*~*~
Ochako had always felt most comfortable in her gardens; walking around the scents that were so familiar and the colours that would put her at ease. If she were being honest with herself, she just needed a moment alone, feeling too flustered for her own good to think clearly. So she was surrounded by her flowers, and let herself relax. She felt like she couldn’t breathe, whilst getting a full chest of air. It was a conundrum, and one she couldn’t figure out on her own.
“What do we have here? A pretty bird with her wings clipped?” A man said nearby. Shocking her out of her thoughts, Ochako jumped and saw a man in Todoroki blue, though darker than the royals she had met inside. He wore leather armour, with a blue and red cape over one shoulder and a sword at his hip. The man that stood in the archway made of bushes exuded swagger, with his eyes lined in black and dirty blond hair slicked back out of his face. He was quite beautiful.
“I have no idea what you mean.” Ochako sniffed at a rose, trying to ignore the man, only for him to move towards her, pick the rose and fit it behind her ear. He moved too quickly for her to register that he had even touched her. She stepped back on unsteady feet.
“Keigo leave the poor princess alone,” Another male voice called. Turning yet again, she caught sight of another Todoroki guard, though he looked more put together than the cocky blond, who wore his armour almost casually. With his purple hair slicked back, Ochako could only really focus on how beautiful his purple eyes were, though they looked more tired than happy.
“Who are all of you? I’ve never seen you before,” she asked, trying not to have her voice waver as it was.
“We are from the Todoroki kingdom, kitten,” said the purple haired guard. She blinked at him in shock. Were all men from the Todoroki kingdom so forward? She felt as though she couldn’t get a moment around one where she wasn’t fanning the flames of her desire. It was also unfair that they were all so damn attractive.
“That’s your highness or princess Ochako, thank you,” she corrected.
“Apologies,” he said, winking back at her.
“Please introduce yourselves,” she asked as the pair bowed before her
“I am Takami Keigo, your highness,” said the blond, accompanied by a cocky smirk.
“Shinsou Hitoshi, kitten,” The purple haired guard introduced with a wink once more. Ochako raised a brow and shook her head at him. He smiled as he bowed down from his waist. Ochako raised her chin and wondered if the feeling that was moving through her was appropriate or not, but she wasn’t even sure what the feeling was.
“What the fuck are you two doing? We have to -” Growled a man, making Ochako turn and see a spiky haired blond storming towards them. He halted, giving a small bow as he recognised Ochako. “Oh, it’s the moon-faced princess,” he said, and Ochako scoffed back at him.
“I beg your pardon?”
To that, he smirked, stepping into her with no regard for his station. “Beg all you like, but you better be on your knees first,” he said with a slight lilt to his voice that made her gasp. Ochako stepped away and cleared her throat.
“Your name, guard?” she asked, trying to seem unfazed by his words. He snorted before he bowed from his waist.
“Bakugou Katsuki, your highness. Head guard for the Todoroki family,” he said, standing to his full height and resting his wrist on the sword at his hip.
“I feel as though you should know your place,” she challenged, not fearing this man’s scorn. He seemed as though he didn’t like being told what to do, but she was royalty, which meant he needed to show deference. At least that was what she thought. Katsuki stepped into her instead, gripping her chin before he smiled at her. He thrust their bodies together with a hand on the small of her back and made Ochako gasp. She was sputtering, never being closer to a man than in that moment.
“I do, and it’s between your thighs, little princess,” he said, and Ochako shoved hard against his chest, her hands going to her cheeks to try to cool the heat that was pooling there.
“Guards,” Shoto called, making the group turn and see the young prince walking towards them. Ochako curtsied to the prince before raising back up to meet his bow. “Your highness. I hope our guards haven’t been bothering you,” he said, seeming to glare at Katsuki, who merely rolled his eyes and walked towards the other guards.
“No, they’ve been fine,” Ochako said, clearing her throat as she saw Keigo smirk and lick his lips.
“I must speak with my men about a delicate matter, so may we be excused?” Shoto asked, bowing once again, it was more of a sign of respect and apology than to show his station.
“Of course,” she said, excusing herself with a bob of her head and walked the next towering wall of bushes just out of sight but kept close to the gathered group. She had no idea what compelled her to stay there, to keep in earshot of their conversation, but it somehow felt as though it involved her. She wasn’t sure why. Maybe it was the way Shoto glared at his men, or just the back of neck prickled with the awareness of all four men watching her as she walked away.
“We were only playing,” Keigo said, laughing before it turned into a winded cough. Ochako wasn’t sure what she had missed, but it was something significant. Maybe a look or gesture? Either way, she could tell that Keigo’s words had irritated someone amongst the group.
“Did you find her attractive?” Shoto asked, more exasperated than intrigued.
“What kind of fucking question is that?” Katsuki said next. Shoto sighed once more.
“An important one,” he asked, reiterating that his original question stood serious and they needed to answer it.
“Yes.” All the guards answered in unison.
“Then I have a proposition from the king for all of you,” Shoto began.
Whatever that meant, Ochako wasn’t sure, but she knew that something was making her heartbeat become prominent between her legs and feel like she was coming apart. Maybe she needed to stay away from these men? Keep distance from their distractions, because their flirtation was muddling her brain in a way she couldn’t define.
The rest of the afternoon, Ochako stayed in her room and made sure she wasn’t tempted to see those men wink or smirk at her, to give her lingering gazes that were too heated to be comfortable under. She was set to marry one of them, and somehow that wasn’t enough? She had to have the attention of every single new man that entered her palace.
Then, dinner came around, and with that, she quickly fixed up her dress and hair. Staring at herself in the mirror, she wondered why every man that came from the Todoroki kingdom became infatuated with her. She wasn’t naive enough to think she wasn’t attractive to them in some way - but five men? All at the same time? They all flirted and winked like they were possessed to do so. Ochako knew her appeal in some ways; understanding that she was attractive for her basic assets of a large chest and rounded ass, but everything else seemed average at best.
With little time to contemplate, she wandered down to the dining hall and took her normal seat without thought. As she sat, she heard her father clear his throat and looking up at him, she saw the furrow in his brow. Ochako glanced around, only to realise that Enji was standing beside her, still standing. To sit before a king was a great offence, and one that she’d never truly thought of as a princess. And she’d just offended her future husband. Enji gripped on the back of her chair before he broke out into a hearty laugh.
“We are amongst friends, there is no need to stand on formality,” he said, waving away her father as his other hand moved from the back of her chair to skim his knuckles down the length of her neck. It was a barely there touch, almost by mistake if she didn’t feel the lingering of his fingers as his hand skimmed the rest of the way down her bare back.
He sat so close that every move he made, he touched her, and he went unfazed as she sat there in silence, trying to feign smiles to her parents. Enji was joking with her father as his hand moved down and landed on her thigh, gripping it before leaving her there in shock. Every time he touched her, it was almost as though he did it by accident, that he never intended to encroach on her personal space, and yet, he did it time and time again. It was too frequent to be a mistake, she was too frazzled to react to it.
Enji’s foot kept nudging hers as well, and it made Ochako drop her fork every time. Each clatter, her mother would eye her speculatively, but never broke decorum. It was distracting, and her meal was left half eaten by the end of the night.
“Princess, may I walk with you?” he asked as most of the food had been taken away and only the drinks were served to the guests attending. Ochako hadn’t touched her wine, unable to stomach it, but the thought of being alone with him after all the touches he couldn’t help give her, she wished she had downed the entire thing in one gulp.
“Yes, your majesty,” she agreed, but her twisting stomach was nowhere near on the same page.
They began to walk the halls, tentative and slow footsteps. Ochako was keeping herself apart from him, making sure all those ‘mistakes’ were far from becoming frequent now. He was a king, wasn’t he? Ochako knew that men in power used it to get their way with unsuspecting women, but Ochako wouldn’t be one. Even if she found him attractive as he most likely found her, she wasn’t going to risk a scandal when she was a guarded asset to her kingdom. It just wasn’t fair that every scorching stare he gave her was so thrilling that part of her didn’t want him to stop.
“I know that this arrangement isn’t something you would have wished for yourself,” Enji suddenly said, and Ochako turned to him, walking even slower just to keep an eye on him. “No princess wants to marry for anything but love, but arrangements and contracts are often how our world works, doesn’t it?” he asked with a laugh. Ochako gave a weak smile as he looked down at her.
“Unfortunately,” she agreed, putting her hands behind her back and lifting her chest. She caught sight of Enji’s eyes shifting there, a spark of pink bloomed on his cheeks as he looked away. Was it because he looked at her breasts or that he was caught that had him ashamed? “I don’t mean if it has come out as though I am not happy with this agreement. It’ll benefit us both, I’m sure. But as you said, I have wished for a love match since I was a child,” she confessed, and Enji nodded, understanding her in that respect.
“And I’m assuming that marrying a man like me isn’t appealing?” he asked, avoiding looking at her. She frowned but knew that honesty was going to benefit them in the long run.
“I wouldn’t say that, but I am apprehensive,” she admitted and Enji nodded slowly, looking down a hall and directing them towards a dark hall. She knew it to be the guest wing, and not many people go there when guests are in residence. Leave them with their privacy was the Uraraka mentality.
“Because I’ve got a reputation, and I’ve been married before. I would have expectations as to the type of wife I would want,” he reasoned. He wasn’t wrong, Ochako had heard of his exploits, that he was such a vigorous lover that his partners would have to be left alone for days just so they wouldn’t ache. And then he’d come back and do it all over again. Part of Ochako was curious to find out where the pleasure of all these interludes came in when it seemed to be filled with only pain. Do people enjoy that?
Would Ochako?
“I understand what is expected of me,” she said, clearing her throat as they rounded another corner of the guest quarters. Enji seemed to be guiding them somewhere, and to be alone with a man, regardless of his kingly status, was not something Ochako should be doing of sound mind. But there she was, walking and knowing what would happen if they were caught together.
“I don’t want or need for children. As you know, Shoto is the same age as you, so this marriage is already as strange as it could be.” His clarification confused her, as she thought his marriage to her was for more children in some way. But with the way he spoke, it seemed as though he didn’t want children - period. He wasn’t in need of children, just a wife, for whatever purpose he’d use one for.
“Still, I know men have appetites and I wouldn’t wish for you to feel like you cannot come to me,” she continued, still unsure if this was at all what he wanted. Enji smiled, his hand moving to the small of her back and keeping her on track to their destination.
“Thank you for the offer, one I will be taking. But you know women have those same appetites, yes?” he asked and Ochako just shook her head.
“I’m sure that’s the case for others, but I -”
“How would you know your wants, if you’ve never sampled what the world can offer?” he asked, his lips curved into a wicked smile. She bit her lip, unsure if she wanted to answer this question.
“Are you saying you wish to sample from each other?” she asked and Enji scoffed.
“Or you could sample others if you are so frightened of me,” Enji said, stopping at a door, his hand on the doorknob but not turning it.
“I’m not frightened of you.” She said. Enji quirked a brow and she sighed. “Fine, yes you are quite large and the thought of having you, however big you are, inside me is quite daunting.”
“Then I offer you a night to discover what you want. Take the pressure off of you and I, and just know what pleasures there can be,” he said, voice quiet but rough. His sultry tone had her gravitating towards him, unable to keep their bodies apart.
“What does that mean?” she asked, her voice equally as quiet. Enji merely smiled, opening the door and guiding her inside. His hands remained on her waist as they were brought into a candlelit room. It was a beautiful setting, especially when she came to see the four other men that stood in the room. Shoto was sitting on the edge of a bed, Hitoshi was looking out of the window, Keigo was sitting in a chair, and Katsuki was hovering his hand over a burning candle. And once she was in the room, they all turned to her.
“Everyone else is asleep, it is only the five of us here, and you will learn what it means to find pleasure in such acts.” Enji’s voice was in her ear, whispering an idea into her subconscious that she couldn’t ignore it.
“What if I say no?” she asked, voice quavering as she asked. Enji moved around her, creating the distance that he hadn’t been giving her before. His stare was strong, but demanded honesty in return from his own.
“Then we will forget this offer, go about our lives, and if you never wish for me to touch you, we will be married in name only,” he said, elaborating what would happen if she were to refuse.
“You’d still marry me even if it means we will never interact?” she asked, watching as he moved away and took a seat in a chair that overlooked the room. He reclined there, arms stretched out along the back. He was the height of masculinity and swagger. He loosened the collar of his shirt and exposed the lines of his throat, a tantalising line that she wanted to touch.
To kiss.
To run her tongue over as he breathed. Ochako sucked in a breath.
“My benefits are for your family and kingdom. I would love to have a wife that would physically please me, but I will never take her against her will,” he explained, shrugging as the guards around her all converged at Shoto’s sides.
Five men all stared at her, expecting her to answer with honesty, wanting for her to say yes, but not outright demanding that she did. She ruled over each and every one of them, and that was an empowering notion. She was just a princess, and the power to receive pleasure was intoxicating. Could she really be granted it? And could she really be granted it all in just one night?
But what if it wasn’t just one night?
If she married Enji, would this be her always? To be pleasured, and to be please in return?
“And if I agree?” she asked, and Enji grinned, making her see the devil that hid behind his gaze.