Warning/Disclaimer: mentions of sexual themes
Notes: when I was writing this, I kept shifting between Naoya and Toji so it might be a bit OOC.
"Is this really necessary?" inquired F/N, surrounding by maids who were putting the last touch of her makeup. Her mother was sat on a chair facing her to direct them on what details had to be adjusted.
"We already talk about this, my child. If we want one of those to notice you, you need to be perfect" she spoke with a stern tone. Her mother wasn't thrilled about the idea of throwing her daughter in the middle of those hungry men but the clan needed it. Her father, the head of the clan, had left no place for debate: F/N will be the one to ensure the safety of the L/N clan.
"I know but can't I just wear my kimono normally" whined the daughter who pulled gently at the collar that had been tightened up to hide any skin from wondering eyes.
"If by normally, you mean that huge low cut: no, you can't" reprimanded her mother as she tightened back the collar. "This clan don't value woman. They just exist to bear children and to follow behind them like some sort of trophy. They expect a proper lady to greet them, so a proper lady you will be" Taking a pause to realize the meaning of her words, she stared at the daughter she was about to abandon. "I'm sorry..."
As much as F/N didn't seem bothered or even fazed by the whole situation, her mother couldn't help the shame of sacrificing her own blood for the welfare of old geezers.
"Stop with that. The decision was already made, at least let me have fun with it so no tears or any emotional speech from you" scolded the daughter which earned a chuckle from the woman who pointed at the maid to loosen her collar.
"You're right. If I can't let my daughter choose her future, I can at least let her choose the way she wishes to apprehend it"
The kimono fell on her shoulder to reveal her collarbone and a peek at her breast. F/N also opened up the front so her legs could move freely. She glanced at the mirrors and decided, to not ruin any further the work of her maids, the make-up and hair would be untouched by her carefree spirit.
"The Zenin Clan has arrived"
The declaration resonated in the L/N's quarter as her mother coordinated the maids into a line to direct them towards their next task. "We should go, F/N" she called at the younger woman who was smiling with satisfaction at her reflection.
"Let's make our entrance then"
As the Zenin began to enter, F/N stepped elegantly down the stairs, her naked legs peeking out at her every step she took. Catching the needy eyes of the men she let out a scoff, lips upturning into a polite smile when she reached the bottom. She joined her father who had welcomed the group, heels clicking against the floor which ensure the fact that she got everyone's attention.
"This is my daughter, F/N" presented the head of the clan with gritted teeth at the sight of her revealing outfit. A proper lady, that what he asked for her daughter to be disguised as. What he had next to him wasn't even wearing anything.
"It is an honor to meet the famous Zenins" she bowed slightly, enough to put respect on their name but not enough to revealed what had bewitched many. Straightening back up, her eyes locked with a light-colored-haired man who was shamelessly appreciating the sight of her arrival.
She was told that any individual with Zenin as their surname would do the trick, but for F/N it took all the fun out of the game. She was aiming for the grand prize and would only be satisfied if she could attract the attention of the candidates for the throne of their clan.
It looked like she was going to achieve that goal much faster than expected.
"Dinner is waiting for us" called her father whose irritation was about to burst when he noticed the little smirk that played on her daughter's lips.
•••
For the dinner, the room had been arranged so that the two clan leaders were at the front, followed by the remains of the men classified according to their rank to finish with the only two women whose presence was granted, F/N and her mother. An organization that the Zenins had naturally followed, if not the one whose gaze was fixed on the young woman. Ignoring the glares from his family, he took place at her side.
"That place is for my mother I believe" pointed F/N.
"Well, you were wrong. It's mine" he spoke with a playful tone. "What's your name?" he asked, already putting aside the disrespect he put on her mother who was left with no other option than to leave the room.
Sending a reassuring smile to her mother, she presented herself before meeting once again his sharp eyes "And yours?" she feigned ignorance.
With a small chuckle, he shifted to press his thigh against hers and answered "Naoya Zenin"
F/N stared for a second at the close contact before raising her eyebrows "So..." she trailed off as she looked up "You're the infamous Naoya"
"The infamous?" he smirked, his attention drifting between the beauty of her face and the softness of her voice. "Are there rumors running around about me?"
Taking the chopstick in hand, F/N started her meal. The man followed but his gaze did not leave her.
"I heard many..."
"And how many of them do you believe?"
"Well, I prefer to verify rumor for myself" she sincerely replied, tilting her head at him playfully as her hair fell in front of her face.
"Then..." he placed his chopstick on the table and went to pull back the fallen strand, his finger brushing against her skin "I'm here for you to test it out"
While the rest of the room had been dragged by Naobito into a deluge of alcohol, the duo was lost in their murmurs and play of gaze that sat far too often on each other's lips. Naoya had pressed his hand just behind F/N who didn't hesitate to press her chest against his firm figure.
The sound of Naobito's rawr of laughter caught their undivided attention and Naoya clicked his tongue. He leaned down to whisper against her ear "Let's leave"
It wasn't a proposal and that, F/N understood when he grabbed her by the wrist to pull her out of the room without waiting for a confirmation. The fresh air of the night caressed the exposed skin of the young woman. She shivered at the sensation which gave her a good reason to huddled against Naoya who was happy to share his warmth.
"I will take you to your room" she uttered the words which the Zenin had been waiting to hear impatiently since their arrival.
"That would be appreciated"
Their steps were slow, not under the will of Naoya but that of F/N who took a malicious pleasure in making his frustration last. His hands had taken refuge on her waist, running them up and down. Occasionally, he let them slide too high or too low to arouse a certain excitement in her and urged her to accelerate.
But F/N didn't yield. Her body exposed to the coldness of the night was beginning to burn under his touch, but she didn't yield. Their pace remained the same and it was after several endless minutes of walking that she stopped.
"Here is your room, Naoya" she announced, continuing to have fun by opting for the first name of the one whose ego was known by all.
Naoya entered the room, dropping the top of his outfit to reveal his firm muscles. However, his guide didn't follow so he turned around "Come here" he ordered. His desire became unbearable, he didn't want to waste another second.
His breathing was heavy. His eyes didn't know where to rest, they ran over her body, sometimes taking a break to admire the glow of the night against his skin. His lips were parted with excitement. All those details made the one who didn't leave the entrance shiver with delight.
"I think you misunderstood my intentions" F/N smiled innocently.
His eyebrow furrowed and he quickly joined her "Don't play with me. I waited long enough" his touch found its place at her hips, squeezing them. He pulled her closer and started running his hands down her body only to be stopped.
"I'm not playing." she breathed against his neck. Detaching her grip from his forearms, F/N let her finger slide along his collarbone "It's a simple misunderstanding"
Naoya didn't say a word, his eyes trying to discern a lie in hers. His hands, whose descent had been stopped at the small of her back, pushed her body even closer for her to feel his arousal "And what did I misunderstand?"
F/N brought her face closer to his and began to play with the hair at the back of his neck "I don't sleep with anybody"
"Who do you sleep with then?" Naoya growled in a deep voice that was enough to send a chill down her spine.
She tilted her head up for their lips to brush against each other and breathed "I only will be sleeping with one man and that'll be my husband. After all... " F/N placed her hands on his chest to be able to detach herself from his grip. With a mischievous smile on her face, she finally spoke "I'm a proper lady"