š [Fic] cracking open of heaven (Meet You at the Blossom)
- Fandom: č±å¼ęę¶é¢é”ę 声 | Meet You at the Blossom (TV)
- Pairing: Jin Xiaobao/Zongzheng Huai'en
- Tags: Wedding Night, AU, Smut
- Word-Count: 3203
- Status: Complete
- First Published: 2024-08-11
- Disclaimer: I do not own č±å¼ęę¶é¢é”ę 声 and make no profit from thisāit is solely a hobby for fun, with no financial compensation.
Summary:
In which Zheng Huaien sets out to steal the ledger by marrying the foolish Jin Xiaobao and getting unhindered access to the grounds.
It's a flawless plan.
Nothing can possibly go wrong. Not a thing. Nothing. Flawless.
One might even call itĀ foolproof.
Notes:
i have only the vaguest notion of xianxia marriages, call everything artistic liberties and let's pretend it was on purpose, loltitle from the song My Love by Florence + the Machine
(i'm on ep 9. i need my dose of cracky fluff. i'm not sorry.)
Work Text:
On his wedding day, Jin Xiaobao can't stop trying to catch glimpses of his bride.
He knows nothing of her; it was a last minute arrangement after he, ehm, made his father mad after anĀ unfortunate incidentĀ that, frankly, wasn't even that bad. But it's not like he doesn't want to get married! And his mother swears his wife is pretty, that Xiaobao will like her, and even Xiaoyu has seen her and says Xiaobao will be happy. And he trusts them! He does! He just---is really, really curious. So he tries his best to catch glimpses all throughout the wedding.
She's taller than him, is the first thing he notices. She looks really, really good in the bridal clothing, is the second thing, and he doesn't need to see her face to know that. She carries it like, like a Fairy, he thinks, and he nearly swoons when she gets close enough to touch. During the entire ceremony, he can't look away from her; it's as if she has his gaze on a string, and he's a puppet under her possession. But he doesn'tĀ wantĀ to look away, either, and so he doesn't feel particularly bad about it, no matter the whispers he can hear. Her every movement is elegant, he thinks, and he doesn't know if she pays him any attention behind her veil but he can't help but preen anyway, wanting to display himself.
They're married, he thinks, and grins.
After his bride, his wife, is drawn away to the wedding chamber, Xiaobao puts up with his mother fuzzing over him. "It's fine, it's fine, I'm not upset," he assures her, smiling, and chest warm with pleasure at the thought that he's married, now, he has a wife. And surely, she must be the most beautiful woman in the word!
His mother pats his shoulders. "Still, it was so rushed," she says, gazing worryingly into his eyes. "I understand if you might-"
"No, it's really fine," he tells her, and straightens his back. He hugs her quickly, then he steps back and grins at her, nearly bouncing on his toes. He waves away Jinbao and Zhaocai and pats his mother's shoulder. "Really," he says again, bouncing a little more. "I don't mind." And then he runs away before she can catch him up in even more worry.
The wedding chamber is waiting for him!
Outside the door, he freezes. Strains his ears but he can't hear a thing, and he clears his throat, fiddling with his jewelry until everything is just right, and then he of course have to fix his sleeves, and then he has to adjust his hair one final time, gazing diligently at it out of the corner of his eyes as he makes certain that every strand lies just right. Finally, he nods, biting his lip and inhales deeply, until his lungs feel like they're about to explode. It's time, he thinks, and grins.
Jin Xiaobao opens the door, waving away the guard that's trying to pretend he's not hovering, and then there she is, waiting on the bed, the veil still on. HisĀ wife,Ā he thinks, and the the shiver goes all the way to the tips of his toes. Xiaobao smiles, then, and he closes the door behind him, taking several steps quickly to get closer, sort of scuttling over the floor. "Hi," he says, and his voice sounds surprisingly weak. They're married, he thinks.
And it's their wedding night.
Oh.
His wife tilts her head up, and Xiaobao looks around, tries to remember what he's supposed to do now. Take off the veil, he thinks. Drip the wine? Well, there is wine already put out for them, so might as well, he thinks, and can't tell if that's the right move or not. "I'm gonna," he says, and takes another step closer, and his wife stills. He didn't realize a person could be so still, his eyes widening and he waves a hand in the air. "I'm not going to hurt you," he says, "Just take off your veil."
Finally, his wife bends her head, and he holds his breath as he fumbles to get it off, his fingers stiff and useless all of a sudden. She stays patiently still the whole time, even when he pulls on her hair, and oh, he thinks. Maybe he didn't need to take it off? Maybe he was only supposed to flip it up?
...Well, it's too late now, he thinks, holding it in his hands and stepping back, the fabric soft and expensive and he's not really sure what to do with it now that he has it.
He avoids looking at her for a moment, needing to steel himself while his heart beats a mile a minute in his chest, a rapid thumping that crowds into his brain, and he inhales, breathes out, forces air down once more and pushes his shoulders back, his chest out. They'reĀ married, now. He has nothing to worry about. And so at last he looks into his wife's eyes, and---
Oh.
Oh, she is---
Jin Xiaobao exhales, and he can't think of anything to say for so long that his wife's beautiful eyebrows start twisting, and her breathtaking lips press just the tiniest bit tighter together, her eyes hard as she gazes back at him. "You're beautiful," he says, and the words are practically punched right out of him. He doesn't know what to do with his hands, with his eyes, with his tongue and lips and so he just kind of stands there and gazes down at her and, he realizes, she must think him an utter idiot.
"I'm Jin Xiaobao," he says, pressing a hand to his chest, just over his pounding heart. She inclines her head enough to convey a very clearĀ I know thisĀ message, and he clears his throat, laughing a little. Sitting down beside, he lingers just outside of being so close that they touch, instead staring at her. He blinks, and kind of wishes he didn't need to do that, because he's never before seen a person so beautiful in his whole life, and he doesn't ever want to stop looking at her. Her hair is dark and long and her skin is pale, and her eyes are big and dark and her lips plush and pink and she---she's beautiful, he thinks. His wife is beautiful.
He didn't have any doubts! But still. His fatherĀ wasĀ very angry, and now in hindsight, when it's done and over with, Xiaobao can admit to a stray fear, just the tiniest worry that maybe, because his father arranged the marriage so quickly, he had to settle.
But it's his wife that's settling, he thinks. Surely, she could do better than him? But---well, Xiaobao won't say he's sorry. He bites his lip, and he rests his hands on his lap, and he glances at his wife every few seconds. "The wine!" Jin Xiaobao suddenly remembers, and he hurries to rise, hurrying to get it and deliver it to his wife so she doesn't have to move. The bridal clothes look heavy, and he knows she woke up early this morning to get ready. Knows that she's been busy arranging things with her servants and guards---she must be related to someone important, to have so many ominous guards always fluttering around her. As is only right, he also thinks, glancing back at her. She's so pretty, he fears what would happen to her if he left her alone somewhere.
He shudders at just the thought.
They drink the wine. Xiaobao puts the cups away, and he can barely manage to look at her now, merely sneaking glances at her. They drank the wine, they've done their vows, they've---all that's left is...
Is...
That.
Biting his bottom lip, Xiaobao laughs a little, trying to dissolve the tension in his gut. "Well," he says, "That is. We should. I mean, we're supposed to. You know. That."
His wife looks back at him with clear eyes, and she doesn't protest so he sits beside her again. After another moment---and a deep breath that he holds far too long---he turns toward her and grabs at her sleeve, rolling the red fabric in his fingers. He inhales, again, and shudders a little. He stares at her, at her eyes and her lips and her cheeks and her hair and her eyes and---he forces himself to stop stalling. Nodding determinedly, he smiles. "I won't hurt you, I promise," he says, and boldly grabs hold of her hand.
It's cold in his, but that's fine, he thinks. He runs his thumb over the back of it, and he feels the callouses on her palm. She must be trained, he thinks, and nods at that too. It only makes perfect sense; a woman as pretty as her must need to defend herself. In fact, he can arrange for sparring partners for her, if she wants. Maybe a tutor for even more weapons, in case she wants that. Oh, maybe he should buy her some weapons? Something small, easily concealable, so she doesn't have to worry when she's out or when he's not there.
"I know," she says, and her voice is---deep? She tears her hand out of his grip and pushes at his shoulders, pressing him down onto the mattress, his eyes wide and breath escaping him in a giant whoosh. He blinks, and she's already got her hands on his wrist, planting them over his head and holding him down. "Don't worry, husband," she says, and he didn't know woman could have voices like that but he's not going to judge. It fits her, he thinks, and smiles, adjusting himself a little so he's a bit more comfortable, flexing his hands in her grip but she doesn't move an muscle as she holds him still. She leans over him, her hair falling like a curtain around them and smelling flowers, and she studies him with dark eyes. "I know what to do."
Jin Xiaobao grins, just about to say something likeĀ I've been studying too and I'll make sure this is---when she pulls her clothes apart and. And. And that is a very flat chest, isn't it?
...
.......
"Are you a-?" She glares at him, pushing him back down when he tries to get up, and when her outer robes are gone it's unmistakable. He's, he's, he's---married a man! His wife is a man! He's going to have-! With a man! That's, that's, that's! With a man! Wife! Man!
She rolls, noĀ heĀ rolls his eyes and while Jin Xiaobao is too stunned to resist, parts Xiaobao's clothing, too. The air in the room is heavy and warm and cloying, and it lingers on his bared skin, goosebumps rising. He turns his head away, for some reason not moving his hands ro trying to cover himself, and clenches his eyes shut. "Are you a man?" he asks, nevertheless. "WhyĀ are you a man? Did you- are you- why are you-?"
He doesn't even know what he's trying to ask!
"It's none of your concern," his wife says, and, and, and, and he draws out Jin Xiaobao's cock, and he's holding it in his cold, elegant hand, and Xiaobao isĀ hard. But, like, how could he not be, he groans, eyelashes fluttering as he heaves for breath. His wife is still the prettiest person in the universe, man or woman, and Xiaobao is only a man, and really, he should be commenced for holding out this long! And there's no shame in being attracted to your wife!
That's right!
They're married!
So there's nothing wrong with them doing. Ehem. That!
"We should at least kiss," Xiaobao mutters, pouting and looking up at his wife, fluttering his eyelashes. He stares into the dark eyes, can see his own reflection in them, the light from the candles glittering in them. His wife stills above him, eyes narrowing slightly, and Xiaobao wiggles a bit under him, inhales deep through his nose, tries to catch his scent. "We're married," he says, and blows up his cheeks while he gathers courage, eyebrows furrowing. "So we should at least kiss before-" but he doesn't manage to say anything more because his wife leans down, and that's right, that's right, his name is Huaien, thinks Xiaobao, and he gulps when Huaien stops right above him, their lips only a breath apart.
The waiting is tortuous. "WeĀ areĀ married," says Huaien and his warm breath skims Xiaobao's skin, and he nods. Huaien continues, "So I won't tolerate any straying. If you're with me, you're with meĀ only. Understand?"
"I understand, I understand," says Xiaobao, bucking his hips and whining at the pleasure that courses through him when Huaien tightens his grip on Xiaobao's dick. His stomach clenches tight, and Huaien studies him; his eyes are dark and deep and Xiaobao so easily becomes utterly lost in them. And anyway, they're married. It's only right for him to listen to his wife, and support him, and give him everything that he has.
"Good," says Huaien, and he kisses Xiaobao harshly, inelegantly, without much skill but that's fine, Xiaobao moans and gets his hands in the air for a moment before his wife grips them and slams them into the bedding again. Writhing, Xiaobao arches under Huaien and his noises are muffled by Huaien's mouth, by the kiss that just continues and continues and continues, past the point where Xiaobao grows dizzy from the lack of air, desperately whimpering under the continuing invasion. Huaien squeezes Xiaobao's wrists tight and then he lets go, and Xiaobao is so befuddled at the loss of touch that it takes him an embarrassingly long time to realize that Huaien is removing his clothing again, is peeling Xiaobao out from under the fabric. his chest squeezes and the thought occurs to him---why does it feel like he's the one who's about to be... he's the husband!
"Hey," Xiaobao says, pushing himself up onto his elbows and inadvertently spreading his bared legs, and Huaien takes easy advantage, sliding in between them. Xiaobao stares at the outline of Huaien's cock in his underwear, and he has no idea what he was about to say. That... that is a dick. Huaien is really a man. Jin Xiaobao really married a male wife.
Wide-eyed, he stares up at Huaien, and Huaien parts his ass-cheeks and Xiaobao promptly blanks out, is incapable of thought, Huaien's hands uncompromising on his skin and yet displaying a peculiar kind of gentleness. Ignorance, Xiaobao at last decides, when Huaien doesn't do much more, and then Xiaobao thanks his great genius and scrambles to get his hand under the bedding, searching even as Huaien pulls him down, back, forces him still,Ā expression twisting. "Here," declares Xiaobao and pulls out the oil he prepared and got Jinbao to hide in here. You know. Just in case. Something went wrong. Or. Like. If Xiaobao felt like displaying some of his hard-earned skills.
He doesn't think he's going to get a chance to do that, though. But he knows oil is always helpful and he feels like it would be doubly helpful right now. So he waves it in front of Huaien's face and says, "So it goes in," and Huaien's eyes narrow. He snatches the oil out of Xiaobao's hand and smells it, dips the tip of his finger into it, studying it with furrowed brows. Xiaobao squirms, a pressure in his chest and his stomach both, and heat pooling in his veins. Biting his lip, he worries it, pulls it between his teeth and sucks.
Huaien's eyes narrow, and he bends over, kissing Xiaobao again. Xiaobao is not about to argue with this; he's getting better, and his lips are soft and his tongue does a thing just the way Xiaobao likes it, and Xiaobao's stomach tingles in beat with his racing heartbeat. He moans, and Huaien gives an answering groan that goes right to Xiaobao's dick, and so he digs his fingers into the bedding for purchase.
The following is honestly kind of a blur.
Xiaobao has never had anything up his asshole before and had no idea how it would feel and sure, Huaien did use the oil but also, fuck, that hurt and also Huaien had no mercy, fucking Xiaobao with the kind of fervor that belies a terror Xiaobao will vanish before he can finish. Xiaobao has nothing to do but hold on and pray his ass survives this; but it's also. It's alsoĀ nice, he thinks. Huaien is warm under his hands and his body is strong, and he looks at Xiaobao like he's trying to memorize every bit and piece of him, tangling their fingers together above Jin Xiaobao's head and keeping him close, and Xiaobao's breath scrapes through his lungs, his pants and whimpers and moans filling the room, and the sensation of the dick inside him is burnt into his memory.
The undulating of their bodies take over the bed, and their touches linger, their warmth catching in each others lungs. Huaien bites down on Xiaobao, leaves a trail of marks over his chest and up to his throat, lips soft and teeth uncompromising, and Xiaobao moan, straining as he arches his body better to get more of Huaien's touches, to feel more of him inside him, outside him, to catch him in turn. It's not fair, he thinks, if he doesn't at least get to leave marks in turn, and his teeth itch with the urge to bite down, to render Huaien as full of pleasure as he is.
Huaien picks up speed, his rutting harsh and deep, and Xiaobao squeezes tight on his hands, teary eyes gazing up at him, trying to spot every one of his reactions. He sees the moment Huaien comes, too, and then he actually feels it;Ā the warmth pulsing filling him, the way Huaien's hips stutter and he ceases his motions, and he hides his face in Xiaobao's chest, biting him once more.
Xiaobao comes with a quiet groan, his voice hoarse, his body sore to this bones as he goes taut, and his eyelashes flutter, his breath escaping him all at once. He blinks, tied and sleepy and yet warm inside out, down at his wife, fazes at the dark head of hair. Tries to pull his hand down to run his fingers through it, but Huaien squeezes him tight and doesn't let go, and so Xiaobao laughs hoarsely, licking his bruised lips and dropping his head back down to the mattress, gazing up sightlessly, his eyelids already starting to slip close as his breathing settles into a better rhythm. "You're not gonna vanish when I'm not looking, are you?"Ā Xiaobao whispers, and he does his very best to remain awake.
Huaien tightens his grip further, burrowing his head closer, and Xiaobao explains sleepily, voice muffled as he yawns, "You're my wife. I'm going to worry if you vanish, okay," and then, well, then he's almost, sort or pretty sure he feels Huaien mouth something into his skin, but he's already falling asleep.
Notes:
i haven't written smutty fanfic in so long, and i feel you should know i was squinting and going 'am i doing it, am i doing it, is this sexual attraction, am i doing it' the whole time. ...i still don't know, lol #too-ace-for-this (i feel like i chickened out a bit in the end but look i haven't flexed the Smutty Fanfic Musclesā¢ in years, idk what i'm doing, please have mercy)
anyway, please excuse me while i go hide in a ancient tomb crawling with zombies.