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He was her only heir, the only Arashikage left to carry on the line. That in and of itself was important to him. His family name and their legacy meant the world. It was his duty to ensure its continuation as its future leader and he took that very seriously. But sometimes he couldn’t help but wish that his predecessors weren’t so concerned with bloodlines and tradition in the way that they were.

Usually, he rolled his eyes and gave some stark reply about how you were both busy with your duties, how neither of you were at all ready for children and that it was unfair of her to presume any different. Sometimes he mentioned that he didn’t want to bring a child into a world so unsafe, that maybe you could both think about it once Cobra was dealt with once and for all. Even then he assured her that he wasn’t about to ask it of you for the sake of tradition. 

But today? Today he took the bait.

“Grandmother I…” he began but instead looked at you and he could see you doing everything in your power to keep a straight face, “Will see to it that you have your wish in due time.” His eyes never left yours as he said it and he smiled at you fondly. 

You knew he didn’t mean that. You knew he didn’t want kids right now. But the look on his face told you that later that night he was likely willing to at least pretend to try.

And that he was.

The two of you made it back to his quarters, closing the sliding doors behind you before kicking off your shoes and beginning to undress for the night. You went to grab your pyjamas but Tommy stopped you with a gentle touch to your elbow, looking at you sincerely before he spoke.

“I’m sorry you had to hear that. I do not wish for you to be spoken about as if you were just some vessel for an heir.” His eyes flickered between your own and the floor at his feet, clearly worried you might have been made uncomfortable by his grandmother’s words. 

“A vessel for your heir, huh?” You questioned, wringing your arms around his neck and smiling up at him, “Well, if that ever was to happen then I’m glad it’d be with you.”

His eyes immediately softened, looking down at you as though you’d just given him the world. He didn’t want kids. What he did want was to ensure the legacy and continuation of the Arashikage line. So even your vague insinuation that one day you might be happy to do that with him? That you trusted and loved him enough to want to aid him with that goal? It sent his heart soaring for the clouds. 

“My love, I.. I’m honoured that you think me worthy of such a privilege. But I wouldn’t ask it of you, least of all just to please my grandmother.”

“Oh, I wasn’t suggesting that we actually try right now but I know how much you love the thought.”

“And what thought is that?” He asked, pulling you flush against him, dying to hear you say the words.

“Of breeding me.” You replied, voice low enough to make him shiver, “But I’m dying to know whether you just like the idea of coming inside me… or is it more the thought of you filling me up with your heir? With your legacy?”

“Hmm, even just those words leaving your mouth is making me want you.” He all but groaned out those words, feeling his trousers grow tighter by the second.

You knew how much he loved the thought of all of that. He was an open book when it came to figuring out what did or didn’t get him off. And the idea of you one day carrying his baby, his heir? It got him off like few things did. But it was something he never really indulged in, instead choosing to keep it mostly to himself.

“So do it.” Your assertion took him back a little, “I’m on birth control. You know that. So fuck me like you’re breeding me. Fuck me like you’re trying to put a baby- your baby in me.” His breath was suddenly short and shallow. He searched your face for anything signalling that you were joking or unsure, but you continued…“I know how hard the thought gets you. At least then you could tell your grandmother that you tried, you just don’t need to mention the part where I’m on birth control.” 

He just observed you for a few moments, relishing in the way you gazed up at him with a need in your eyes. You wanted him. You needed him to satisfy you the same way he needed you too and it set the very pits of his stomach ablaze.

“Tell me,” he began right beside your ear, one side of his mouth quirked upwards from the way you squirmed in his grasp, “Does it make you wet, my love? Knowing how badly I wish to fill you over and over…until my seed would leak from you for days?”

“When you put it like that? Yes.”

“Good,” he smiled then, a smug and wicked smile at the way your voice strained and dripped with want, “So tell me what it is that you want me to do to you. Beg me for it.”

“Please Tommy-“ you began but he stopped you with a tut. Teasing you. “Use my full name, love.”

“Tomisaburo Arashikage,” his eyes closed in bliss at the sound, “I want you to breed me.”

What you weren’t expecting then was for his touch to be perhaps the gentlest you’d ever felt it. He had you unravelling in his hold like you were made of gold. Each caress filled with love and adoration. His lips barely left yours for a minute at a time. And they were soft, giving. He kissed you almost frigidly, like it was the very first time he was kissing you. His lips were laced with so much affection that it felt like your heart might burst. 

He rocked his hips with yours more than enough to keep you both interested but slowly and infrequently enough that he could simply enjoy being inside you and you could enjoying having him there. When he wasn’t kissing you, his forehead rested on yours and your eyes met in passion as he pumped into you oh so slowly. 

“I often imagine what you might look like full and heavy with our child, the next heir to the clan. You would be so beautiful,” He began, voice straining and deep yet clear, mere inches from your ear, “And everyone would know. They’d know that I am yours as you are mine. They would see what our love made.” Your nails digging into his back only spurred him on, encouraged him to continue on at his deep and steady pace, “Is that what you want? You want everyone to know I fucked you, over-” he thrust into you again, harder this time for emphasis,“-and over again?” 

You cried out in affirmation, walls clenching around him as you clung to him, desperate for more of him. You needed him moving harder, faster within you.

“I do.” He groaned, answering his own question and pressing an almost bruising kiss to your cheek, “I want everyone to know that I bred you, that you took my seed so well.”

The way he pumped in and out of you so rhythmically now was different to how he usually made love to you. He knew that it was less deep penetration and more focused, pointed thrusts against that spot within you that had your toes curling. But today was less about making love for the sake of it, it was about getting as deep inside you as he could be as he fucked you. It was about breeding you.

You opened your legs even wider for him, feeling your thigh muscles start to burn from the stretch. But it was worth it. It was worth it to have him so deep inside you that your pelvic bones could almost brush against one another’s each time he filled you to the hilt.

“That’s it. Spread wider for me, love. I’ll give you it all….I’ll give you everything.” He didn’t just mean all of him right then in his physical form. He wanted to give you everything the world had to offer in that moment. All of it. “Do you want me to come inside you?”

You nodded and gave a whimper, tears beginning to prick at your eyes from his steady pace and his dripping words. But that wasn’t enough for him. “I can’t hear you.”

“Yes!” You cried out as loudly as you could, voice trailing off as he filled you to the hilt again.

“Then take it. It’s all yours.” And his eyes screwed shut as he got closer. His hips could no longer keep a steady rhythm. He couldn't keep a lid on the volume of his voice now either as he came. He came deep within your waiting walls with a cry that sent your insides clenching. The way he panted as he filled you, catching his breath as he painted your pussy with his seed? It was enough to push you over the edge too. 

And he kept going, a little more gently now. But he made sure his thrusts were thorough, fucking his come in deeper as you came around him. Your body welcomed him in even more than before, drawing him in deeper and he let it. But as you came he barely moved his hips any longer, just let you arch up off the bed to meet his body, let you fuck yourself on his cock at the pace that you needed as he watched on in pure bliss.

As you came down from your high Tommy pressed you against him, your knees still slung over his hips as he then flipped you both over so he lay on his back. You could rest against him that way and he didn't even need to pull out of you to manage it.

“You took me so well, my love. You always do.” he petted over your back, your shaking shoulders, “Do you mind if I stay inside you awhile?” He asked, even as he began to soften slightly.

“Please do,” you replied, letting your fingers dance over his skin as you caught your breath. In truth, you didn’t want him to pull out. The fullness that came with him was intoxicating. He felt like he belonged inside you, he always did. “Did you mean what you said? About thinking I’d look good carrying your child?” You asked, nuzzling your face into his neck to hide your burning cheeks.

“Of course I did and you would,” He brought your fingers away from his chest and instead to his soft lips, peppering your digits with only the most loving of kisses, “You will always be beautiful to me but I think you’re at your most beautiful when you’re happy. Please know that I would do anything for you, even just to see that light within your eyes.”

You knew then that was his way of reassuring you that he would never expect you to have a child with him no matter how much he or anyone else wanted you to have one. He was happy so long as you were happy too. Moments like these reminded you of why you fell in love with Tomisaburo in the first place.

It was so easy to simply fall asleep in one another's arms then. Both of you content, satisfied and bursting with love for one another. 

You awoke to that familiar feeling of fullness that came with Tommy’s girth. It was morning and he’d stayed inside you the entire night. When you shifted slightly to get more comfortable where you lay on his chest, you expected that wonderful fullness to turn into discomfort. But it never did. If anything the feeling set your insides coiling again, it sent a pleasant shiver up your spine.

He held you close throughout the night, your bodies nearly painted onto one another. It sent his chest tightening on any normal night; Having you in his arms after sex always felt like a dream to him, it brought him almost as much bliss as the act itself. But today it felt different, even better and more blissful than ever before.

When he felt you moving his hold tightened for fear that bliss might end. “Please. Not yet, love. Just a little longer,” he rasped, voice deep with sleep but he followed his words with a short whine and a trail of kisses along your neck.

“I’m not going anywhere. Just getting comfortable,” You promised with a smile, leaning up on your elbows to kiss him sweetly. He smiled into that kiss, his heavy hand leaving your waist to instead cup your cheek as you did his. “I could stay like this forever.”

“As could I.” He replied. His brown eyes searched yours as you gazed down at him, trailed your thumb over the scar on his cheek before pressing a kiss to it. He always loved it when you did that. It made him feel so loved, so cherished. 

But what he wasn't expecting to see in your eyes just then was mischief. “You wanna go again?” You asked as you wiggled your hips just a little bit, his breath caught in his throat before he exhaled a “yes” without hesitation.

You sat upon him now so that you straddled his hips. He didn't even have to move from the position he slept in as you began to grind your hips down upon him. Your hands lay flat on his firm chest for leverage and he watched you work yourself open with his cock still buried within you.

His thumb delved between your folds to find your clit and he pressed against it in achingly slow, pointed circles. He wanted to hear you sing for him, wanting to keep busy so that you weren't the one doing all the work. “A little faster, baby,” you told him and he did just that.

You could feel him twitch within you at your words even though your hips were barely moving at all. He was so needy, so desperate that even just your gentle grinding down upon him and your heat stroking him gently had him almost edging himself already. He couldn’t help it. You were so wet and so full of him from the night before that you felt like heaven. 

“Please-“ he cut himself off with short breaths, trying to stop himself from finishing again and so quickly, “Come around me.” Right now all he wanted was to make you feel good. Yet he knew that just you coming would be enough for him to join you in such bliss.

“Only if you promise to fill me up again,” you replied and he laughed but the sound all but died in his throat as you worked your hips harder, “Want to feel you fill me again. Can’t get enough of you.”

Hearing those words made him twitch within you, least of all because he knew you’d said them just to heighten his pleasure. 

“I love you,” he took a handful of your hip and pressed you down harder with each movement of your hips down upon him, helping you along. “I love you too,” you replied. But before you could say anymore and tell him how much you adored him, he had you coming once again on his cock. His swift, deliberate movements on your clit coupled most of all with the desperation that radiated from him had that damn within you bursting and soon you were spent.

Just your sated cries alone were enough for him to finish too, let alone the way your walls pulsed and fluttered around him so delightfully. His hips arched up off the bed as he came and his shoulders shook as he emptied with you eager heat.

What a beautiful mess you both were, all limp limbs and shudders.

You collapsed forward against him again and it was almost like you’d just woken up in his arms again. Only this time his lips were almost glued to your temple and his fingers traced intricate, soothing patterns into your skin as you lay against him.

“Were you hard all night?” You asked and he hummed in affirmation. That explains why he was so quick to finish again. Truth be told, even after he had finished within you last night he had never softened, not truly. He couldn’t help it, least of all when he was nestled within you, “I’d hate to think what you’d be like if we were actually trying.”  

“Hmm, you would barely be leaving this bed for a week.” 

You shivered slightly at the thought. The thought of laying there in his endless bed, stuffed full to the brim of him for days. Would he ask you to keep it all inside for him as best as you could in his absence until he could return and fuck it back inside of you once more? Or would he let it leak from within you, the both of you knowing that whatever drops were lost would soon be replaced regardless? Either way, it would be a week well spent.