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Warnings: edging, vibrator-use
"You're beautiful, do you know that?" As sincere as your words are you can't help the wicked smile you send towards Yubin as you click the device off - she huffs out an exhausted laugh and lets her head drop back, exposing her neck. An intense need to mark it makes your mouth water, but you tamp down on the urge.
"You say that while you torture me - what does that say about you?" She sounds breathy, voice unsteady but deliciously husky. The slickness on her thighs reflects in the light of your bedroom whenever she shifts, and you want nothing more than to make her come undone over and over.
But first you have to wait. Because that's the game, and it makes the finish all the sweeter.
"I guess I just like hearing you beg." Your response is conversational, hand reaching out to flick one of her dusky, pebbled nipples. She shudders in response and licks her lips, hand drifting down to her clit before obediently detouring to curl into the sheets. You know she's keeping a close eye on your other hand, watching your fingers play over the vibrator remote's button without actually hitting it - a mind game all on its own.
"I haven't begged yet though." The words are scarcely out of her mouth before the vibrator comes back to life and a moan catches in her throat, legs squeezing together as her eyes slide shut.
"You're right." You can hear the smile in your voice, part sweet and part dangerous. "All in good time though, love."
[23:31] the way princess!yeri sounds when she moans is heavenly.Â
it rings in the room, echoes off of the walls, and sounds genuine, like she actually enjoys what you’re doing to her. she is, of course, evident in the way that she begs for more of you, more of your fingers and tongue on her skin, and more orgasms out of you.Â
she becomes less bratty when she has something inside of her, you notice. unless, of course, she wants more, and seeing as she was a princess, you were obliged to follow her wants, to some extent.Â
“if only the kingdom could see you now, princess.” you tell her, pausing the movements of your tongue against her clit. “creaming around my fingers, getting them all wet…i’m supposed to be protecting you, but you’re too much of a slut to not have my fingers inside you, huh?”Â
ok but military au where you and your college, lucas, are pent up beyond words and yall decide to fuck like dogs until neither of you can walk<33 (why a military au you ask? angst makes sex hotter ofc)
ok lemme just...blurb this out bc it's been a while.
tw/contains: death ments/war, hospitals (bc they exist in the war field bc I SAID SO) no anesthesia bc while it does exist in this era, alcohol as a numbing agent outside was more convenient for how i wanted to write this, consumption of alcohol, description of sex but no actual like smut smut bc i've been writing too much smut LOL, afab!reader, romantic angsty allusions bc double angst
bbbrrrr so lucas n you are both part of the medic team, you as the lead surgeon and at first, he was really there to just hand you things but as the need for help increased you trained him to be a surgeon as well (idk this is fic)
it's really difficult on both of you. you're both so disheartened seeing all these young people fighting for their countries and their lives at the same time
after a particularly grueling night where you could only save about a handful of people that came in, you and lucas sit in the now empty triage tent, on the cement.
a half empty bottle of extremely strong whiskey would go to waste if left in the middle of the tent, so you get lucas to grab some cups from inside the hospital break room while you clean up the bottle
you both pour out drinks for your fallen comrades, the ones who held your hand so tightly asking for you to save them only for their grip to loosen and fall three minutes later
you drink to forget, mainly, and lucas knows that. he grabs your hand and frowns, bc he doesn't like seeing you sad like that
it's not like you could help it, though, and he knows that as well
despite that, he gives it a squeeze, and tells you that he's here
you know it has underlying meanings. he wants to ground you, get your head out of the clouds and make sure you're actually present and sound minded, while also letting you know that he would understand you better than anyone else so if you needed to vent, he was literally there
you both move to an empty on call room. the hospital was extremely understaffed, which is why you both decide to try and take a nap while you could
you move closer to him on the cramped bed and lean your head on his shoulder
he kisses your forehead and covers your hand with his other one despite the fact that he was still holding itÂ
you ask if you could kiss him, to which he nodded, although tentativelyÂ
you reassure him that you were comfortable and if he wasn’t, he didn’t need to continue, but he reassures you that he wanted it as well
though it wasn’t healthy at all to cope this way, you also knew that you both needed a distraction, if only for a little while, from every pit of despair around youÂ
"make me forget, lucas, just for a little while."
he nods, because lucas is generous; he thrusts into you slowly and deliberately, but his size alone is enough to make you forget where you were and who you are
and he's so attentive. you love the way he pays attention to your body, the way he knows how and when to fuck you, when to rub your clit and how fast
don't think for a second though that he's not benefitting from this because he's working on muscle memory. not a thought is in that pretty head of his bc of how tight and warm you are
you cum together, holding him close to you. you kiss him tenderly, tentatively
it's a fitting transition for you both as you sink back to reality, your foreheads touching each other while your legs are wrapped around his waist
you caress his cheek and thank him, and he does the same to you
"if we were in another time, i think i might have fallen in love with you," he murmurs as he holds you after you both take showers to clean the grime off of you both.
"yeah?" you tell him, closing your eyes. "sometimes i wish we were. in another time, i mean."
he pulls you closer. neither of you need to say another word.
content: sub!kihyun, not exactly pet play but he is compared to a dog, it’s nothing specific i just wanted to write kiki on his knees
“get on your knees,”
you can see the uncertainty in his eyes when the words leave your lips, but the idea is already planted in his head, and the fact he’s even considering it is a bad sign.
kihyun has always been in control, of his life, of the people around him, really of everything. and you’ve always been the one person he couldn’t see to handle, leaving him confused and startled every time you deviated from what he expected. you were always just a little bit off, whispering pretty things in his ear before leaving alone and breathless because your presence is suffocating.
suffice to say: he’s a mess.
he doesn’t know why he’s considering it. the door right behind him isn’t even locked, he could get out of your mental grasp in a moment’s notice.
it’s odd to see how quickly the situation turned around, how quickly it went from him pinning you against the wall with a smirk on his face to you sweet talking him into falling to his knees, gazing up at you like he was nothing and you were a god.
“good boy, kihyun,” you murmur condescendingly, and as much as he hates it, as much as he wants to wipe that stupid grin off your face and teach you a lesson, he can’t find it in him when you run your fingers through his hair, effectively petting him like he was a cute little dog, “good boy.”
content: sub!hyungwon, touching, kissing, hickeys, scratching, slight nipple play, you know the works
“stand still, will you?”
he nods, quiet and watchful as your hands roam his chest and abdomen, touching him like he was air and you were suffocating. he likes your attention, obviously, and he likes it when you get drunk off of him and his body.
you’ve never once ever made him feel like his body was ever inadequate, and the body recomposition he went through was definitely a conscious choice he made because he wanted it, but god if it isn’t satisfying to see how his build continuously steals your breath away, leaves you stunned at his shape and his size. his ego couldn’t be bigger in this moment.
“take your shirt off,” you order. your demands were always so straightforward and direct, and while he can’t deny that he kinda likes being told what to do, the intensity of it takes him off guard sometimes. he even finds himself becoming shy even though the room is darkly lit and it’s literally only you two. he takes his shirt off anyway, and what follows was exactly the response he was hoping for in the back of his head.
you practically pounce on him like a predator finally catching its prey, and he lays limply under you as you hold him still, your lips finding his neck and then his shoulders and then his abdomen, your hands holding and touching all over his torso until he’s filled with scratch marks from your nails and bruises from your lips.
your fingers start to play with his nipples, pulling and pinching lightly, not enough to hurt but enough to be so teasing that he practically loses his mind, “you’ve always been gorgeous, hyungwon, but your new muscles take it to a whole other level, so forgive me if i have a hard time with self control for a while.”
“trust me, i don’t mind at all. self control was never something you needed, my love.”
he'd never held onto you like this. usually, you fuck him and leave, no strings attached. but as the silicone cock pistoned in and out of haechan's hole, you feel his hands wrap around your waist.
you look at him, and see his eyes teary as he cries out in pleasure. you stop, about to ask if he's okay.
"why did you stop?" he pouts. "is it because i wrapped my arms around you? i can let go-"
"i don't mind, but i just want to make sure you're crying for the right reasons, baby bear."
he rolls his eyes at the nickname, but you don't miss the blush creeping up his neck and ears.
"just...stay the night. only tonight, if you want. i don't want to be alone tonight."
he’s not you but i’m not complaining — im changkyun/i.m
a/n: i really liked the first half of this but tbh i wasn’t really vibing with the riding scene so i just ended it. hope you still enjoy it!! this is also vaguely inspired by the song take me to safety by ellise!
word count: 1.2k
content: light sub/dom themes, afab!reader but they/them is used at the end, oral(reader receives), ridingle dick, the reader has a vaguely described lover that isn’t changkyun, this can be taken as cheating but it’s also extremely vague
summary: he knows deep down what’s happening. he knows you have a lover. he knows that you don’t crave him, you crave them. he knows he’s just the stand in for the feelings you have for them, but for right now, you’re his, and he’s yours.
his eyes are dark but soft as they gaze at you, fluttering closed as your hands wander his torso. his shirt was in some unknown corner of the room, hurriedly thrown off the moment you told him to discard it.
but they’re not here right now, you have him now. he’s a million times more docile and giving, and he’ll actually kiss you back. your thoughts may be clouded with them, an obsession filling your mind, but he’s in your arms right now, and he’s not going anywhere.
“changkyun,” you murmur, pressing your lips to his neck, leaving a trace of lip gloss that’s just so pretty to look at.
“you- won’t you call me baby? sweetheart? why just my name?” he asks, probably not even realizing he’s pouting. he’s cute.
he’s so cute and that’s the problem. he’s adorable and attractive and every second he’s in your vicinity is another second he has to make you fall for him.
“you’re not my lover,” you say.
“i am for right now,” he smiles, almost somberly, “whether or not it’s my name you’ll call in the morning, address me sweetly now, please.”
it’s almost easy to give in to his demands, cupping his cheek with one hand as you hold him close, “alright, baby,” and he hums approvingly.
“can i make you feel good?” he asks, knowing when you blink, you’ll see them, you’ll imagine it was them pleasing you, but it’s not like that matters right now. they’re not here, and he has you right now; that’s all he cares about.
you lead him to the bed, and your clothes disappear in seconds, recklessly abandoning them knowing you’ll find them in the weirdest places tomorrow. he rests his head against your thigh peacefully, kissing the skin of your inner thigh sweetly. he’s teasing you, sure, but it’s kind and soft and it’s almost docile how tentative he looks.
“sweetie,” you murmur warningly, and it takes nothing more to get him to stop teasing and get on with it. he eats you out with a certain kind of vigor that feels unreal. thoughts of your lover are heavy but they start to dissipate slowly when you see his dark hair, running your fingers through it as he pleases you.
it’s easy to think about how they’d rest their head in your lap, kiss your hip bone, look up at you with those eyes that you just can’t forget. they’d call your name so desperately and following them anywhere was just instinctual.
but it’s just as easy to think about how changkyun has a desperation of his own to enjoy you while he has you with him. it creates a certain feeling in your stomach that’s hard not to love.
“oh, baby-” you start to say, but he pulls away just enough to speak.
“i’m sorry,” he groans, “i’m sorry, i take it back. please say my name.”
“changkyun,” you whisper, “you’re making me feel so- so good.”
“forget about them for just a moment. they don’t matter right now, okay? it’s just you and me, just us two,” all the seconds he spends talking are seconds he’s not spending with his head between your legs, “when you cum, can you think of me? can you think of how good i made you feel?”
and before you could tell him to stop talking, he’s already back to it, and all the feelings come rushing back. he continues at it relentlessly, like a starved man who can’t get enough of you. he even moans himself as he eats you out, so turn on from pleasing you. he’s so aroused he’s becoming uncomfortable, but he genuinely can’t care about that at this moment. all that matters is you’re gasping and breathing so heavy and he knows it’s coming. his jaw becomes tired, but that’s not a problem he has the luxury of time to worry about.
and then it happens. he can tell from the way you move a bit uncontrolled and the way you hold his head so tightly against you, practically grinding against his face. he wishes he could see your face, try to imprint it in his mind so when you run back to them, he would still remember what it was like when you were his for just a night.
the second you let him go to catch your breath is the moment he stops to take everything in. you’re just so perfect to him that he can’t fathom this night ever ending. he doesn’t want to fall asleep and wake up with you not here.
“i’ll return the favor, just give me a second,” you mumble breathlessly, “that was incredible.”
the next thing he knows (he spent a lot of time just watching you, so he's a little out of it), he's under you with you straddling his hips.
“hi,” he breathes nervously at the new position, and you smirk at how off guard he looks.
“hi,” you respond, resting your hands on his chest partly for balance and also so that you can hold him down, “it’d be unfair to not help you out when you’re all hot and bothered, wouldn’t it?”
“a little bit, yeah,” he says. his bluntness is almost humorous.
“then let me take care of that.”
the last of his clothing comes off quickly as you touch him softly just to tease him. he shifts desperate, finally showing how needy you truly have him. it all happens in a blur, a long blur because all the time you spent teasing felt like hours, but a blur indeed.
“don’t think about them,” he whispers as you finally settle on him, waiting for just a second to adjust before making any movements, “think about me. i may not be them, but when you kiss me i kiss you back and i may not know you the way they do, but they’re not here. i’m here and i-”
“you’re talking too much,” you murmur, starting to move to try and get him to shut up a little bit. it works. he closes his eyes and takes it all in. he moans lowly, breathing heavily as you take him away, moving even quickly just to get reactions out of him. he’s already so worked up that it takes virtually no effort to get him close. but the closer he gets is the closer you are to leaving. he can’t help but want you and he just can’t have you for more than now and it makes him ache.
even as he cries out that he’s cumming, it’s not as satisfying as he wants it to be. and it’s because he was right. in the morning, he wakes up alone in his bed. it feels too big by himself, and he’s swallowed up by the sheets as he calls out for the one that stole his heart, and he cries wishing he had theirs in return.
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if you’ve been following my blog for at least the past month and a half you’ll know this fic as the creampie chronicles that has finally arrived. i have no clue when i started the idea to write this but i do know that it went from a modern au to a royalty one LOL but it’s a modern royalty au as jaehyun has like those mic headset things? idkÂ
contains/content warning: well, if you couldn’t tell from the creampie chronicles part, smut, unprotected sex (mention of pregnancy kink but it’s like one sentence) both are kinda switchy but it’s mainly dom!reader, it’s not me writing a jaehyun fic without choking, touch of fingersucking, implied overstim, and maybe maybe a touch of “religious” ordeals but like it’s the very last sentence and it’s meh. sorta enemies to lovers and inspired by a scene in the congressional ball episode of veepÂ
summary: captain jeong accompanies you to your room after a night at the ball, where you danced with a young prince, and you can’t help but notice that he’s a bit off.Â
word count: 3k
MINORS DNIÂ
“you’re not supposed to be here, captain jeong, not after hours.” you tell jaehyun. you heard his footsteps approaching the door as you sat down in front of your vanity, taking off your earrings that you had to wear for tonight’s ball, gifted to you by the king of the neighboring kingdom.
“it was my instruction to take care of the queen. you are the queen, i’m simply taking care of you.” he murmurs, sitting on your bed.Â
“as your ruler, i command you to-”Â
“to leave? what, so you can get that slimy prince that you were dancing in here? no thanks, your highness.”Â
“so you were watching me tonight, weren’t you?” you smirk at him. you glance at him through the mirror. “tell me, captain, did you like watching me dance?”Â
[23:12] wonwoo lays with you in bed, holding your hand. you’re half asleep, when he asks you a question.Â
“do you not like it when i wear glasses?” he asks, turning to face you.Â
you chuckle a bit. “is this about the conversation you must have heard earlier?”Â
he pouts, rolling his eyes, despite the fact that you couldn’t see him. “how did you know?”Â
you smile. “you’ve been pouty all day.”Â
you and your friend were talking about whether or not glasses made a person look better, and you were indifferent about it, though you did say that you preferred when most people didn’t have their glasses, just to appease her.Â
“first off, i only said that to appease her and to get her to drop the topic. second, you’re not most people. you’re my boyfriend and i love you just the way you are.” you turn to face him and open your eyes. “and to be honest, i really really really like you in glasses.” you kiss his nose, smiling at the way he blushes. “so don’t worry about how you look around me. i’ll love you any way you are.” you turn back around and he pulls you closer to him, spooning you.Â
“for the record, i love you too.” he murmurs in your ear. “just stop hogging the blankets.”Â
he'd never held onto you like this. usually, you fuck him and leave, no strings attached. but as the silicone cock pistoned in and out of haechan's hole, you feel his hands wrap around your waist.
you look at him, and see his eyes teary as he cries out in pleasure. you stop, about to ask if he's okay.
"why did you stop?" he pouts. "is it because i wrapped my arms around you? i can let go-"
"i don't mind, but i just want to make sure you're crying for the right reasons, baby bear."
he rolls his eyes at the nickname, but you don't miss the blush creeping up his neck and ears.
"just...stay the night. only tonight, if you want. i don't want to be alone tonight."
incubus!johnny nods, his chest heaving against your bedsheets as he glistens with his own sweat and cum.
“then i should be able to control you,” you murmur, putting his cock back inside of you.
“i-i can’t give you much more, i’m almost out-” his sentence breaks with a groan at the feeling of you taking him all the way inside you.
“you’re not spent for me. these are so fucking full of cum to give me because you haven’t been fucked in the better part of an eternity. so you’re gonna shut up and let me milk this cock for all it’s worth, got it?” he says nothing, his eyes closed as his face contorts to a look of euphoria. you give a tap to his cheek and squeeze his face. “answer me, angel,” you repeat.
“’’m not an angel.” he answers you, but his cock twitches at the title.
“you’re right,” you concur. “angels don’t defile themselves like this. what are you?”
royalty!au | monarch!fem!reader x sub soldier!mark leeÂ
warnings: inherently dubcon (it’s fully consensual, but the power dynamics are problematic), fem!reader, no smut but it’s suggestive <3 Â
leave a like, reblog, reply, or an ask telling me what u think < 3
there was a reason that you insisted that only this officer accompany you on your trip to the neighboring kingdom. other than the fact that you were negotiating trade and bringing in a whole staff of soldiers would imply that you were distrusting of the kingdom, you liked this particular soldier.
“officer lee?” you call from your room.Â
“yes, your highness? you called for me?” he says momentarily after.Â
“shut the door, i have some things to ask from you.”Â
a/n: i didn’t read over this so there’s probably a bunch of mistakes so pls pretend there aren’t lmao
word count: 1.0k
content: sub!wonho, dom!reader, mommy kink, i guess technically gender neutral if you’re okay with the mommy thing, oral (blowjob), hickeys (obviously lmao this is me we’re talking about), praise, overall pretty light.
summary: your so sweet but so shy boyfriend tells you a secret.
to put it plainly, wonho is shy. he’s always been on the quieter side unless you get him riled up about something and usually he’s very reserved. this translated to him very, very shyly murmuring that he kinda maybe wants to call you mommy before trying to run out the door and wither away from embarrassment. the only issue? he doesn’t make it out the door. you catch him right before he can make it out, pinning him to the wall just beside the door.
“what was that, baby?” you ask, and he knows you heard him but he also knows he’s trapped and you’re not going to let him go until he admits it for real, “tell me what you just said.”
“i- uhm, i want to call you mommy.”
“there you go, good boy,” the praise makes his heart leap a little bit, because he adores being called a good boy, but he’s still skeptical about your reaction.
“you don’t think it’s weird?”
“no, sweetheart, in fact…” your words trail off as you lean in to kiss his sweet lips.
now, he always kisses so softly, desperately but gently, never more than a nibble on your lip, but you were always the opposite. it’s always full of intensity, pulling at his bottom lip with your teeth like you were inadvertently saying, “mine.” he shivers at the thought of the kind of possessiveness that makes his knees weak.
“in fact, i think i like the idea of it too. say it for me, will you?”
he hesitates. it lingers in the back of his throat for a moment, but then he says it, “mommy,” and it makes you groan and he can already tell where this is going.
“say it again, baby, it sounds so pretty in your voice,”
“mommy… ahh, please touch me,” he whines, and your hands are on him in an instant, helping him throw off his shirt to let your hands wander as your lips find his neck, his collarbones, his chest, not giving him a sing break. he wonders if your lips are getting tired of sucking lovebites into his skin.
“pretty boy,” you mumble as you pull away, admiring your work, noticing that glassy look in his eyes that appears so often.
“ahh, please, mommy,”
“what do you want, baby? you need to tell me.”
“take me, take care of me, please,” he pleads sweetly, “i need you so badly.”
“of course mommy will take care of you, sweetheart. don’t worry your pretty little head at all, okay?” you lead him over to the bed, laying him down like a fragile little doll, “how about i suck you off baby? would you like that?” you ask as you help him get his pants off.
he nods puppy-like eyes, docile as you pull his underwear off of him, and suddenly the power imbalance in the room is apparent. he’s completely naked while you’re fully clothed, and something stirs in his stomach. it’s an achy feeling, but he kind of likes it.
you press kisses on his stomach, moving closer towards his hip bone, teasing his cock with faint little touches from your hand, and he whines with every little touch that leaves him even more needy for you.
“beg for me, baby,”
“oh, please, mommy. please, i need your mouth more than anything. ahh- please, i need you so badly, please-,” his breath catches in his throat when your lips wrap around the tip of his cock. he shivers as you take more and more, as much as you can fit in your mouth. he closes his eyes tightly, breathing heavily, already so affected and you’ve barely gotten started.
he’s less shy now that his head is all clouded over and he’s lost the ability to even be shy at this point. he moans angelically, and you wonder why you hadn’t ever done this before because that was the loudest you’ve ever gotten him to moan and he looks like he’s in paradise.
to be fair, he is in paradise, “mommy,” he cries softly. nothing felt better than being under your touch, feeling your mouth on him, laying obediently still as you made him feel the best he’s ever felt in his life, “ahh, mommy, your mouth- wow, you feel so-”
he doesn’t finish his sentence, too lost in the feeling to really care about anything but you right now. he reaches for one of your hands, holding it and playing with you fingers mindlessly as you continue to suck him off. he think about how hot the way you hold his thighs to keep his legs apart is. he thinks about how good your mouth feels on him. he thinks about how perfect it feels to be loved by you.
and as he gets closer and closer, trying to breathe and keep himself together for as long as possible in the most futile way, because he’s so easy to rile up and pleasing him is so easy, “oh fuck, mommy! please, please, can i cum?” he doesn’t think about how your mouth is busy, but you squeeze his hand, keeping at it, and even though he tries, he can’t hold back for long.
he throws his head back as grips the pillows so tightly his fingers turn white and his face scrunches up in a way you wish you could fully see. he moans loudly as you keep going through his orgasm, feeling his cum go down your throat, and as you pull away, you lick up any last bits of his cum from your lips.
it takes him a moment for that cloudy feeling to escape him and for clarity to return to him, but as soon as he does, that shyness comes right back to him as well. you sit beside him as he says, “that was… perfect.”
“yeah?”
“yeah. i didn’t expect you to like it as much as i did, but when your referred to yourself as mommy, that was hot.”
“ahh, i’m glad, baby. i’m glad you enjoyed it. now, do you wanna cuddle and take a nap? or do you want me to get you a change of clothes and a snack?” and he smiled that glowing grin that makes your heart ache.
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“give me one reason, jaehyun. give me one reason why i shouldn’t leave whatever the hell this convoluted, messed up, relationship that i really can’t even call a relationship because-”
“you just can’t, okay?” college athlete+fwb!jaehyun says. “not without me telling you that…that i like you. okay? i like you. i have a huge crush on you and i have since we met at the party last year.”
“shut up, you don’t mean that.”
“yes, i do-”
"you openly flirt in front of other girls when i tutor you at the library, we hook up at every party after you win a game, and when someone asks me out of a date you won’t let me go. that’s not what someone with a crush does. it’s irrational-”
“because you make me lose all rationality!” he interrupts. “don’t you see? you make me nervous and make me lose my mind because i can’t be bothered to think of anyone else but you. i can’t focus around you. and when you let him talk to you and flirt with you, i couldn’t take it because i also knew you’d be coming over to my dorm and sleeping with me to get your mind off of it since he’s one of your friend’s exes or whatever you told me he was to you. and even though there’s no way in hell you’d like me back, because all you do is complain about me, i still slept with you because it was the closest we’d ever get to what i really wanted there to be between us.”
he continues. “and now it’s obvious you don’t like me back if you’re so pissed off about me embarrassing the kid or whatever, so you know what? fine. go. if it’s what you want. i can’t stop you from leaving.”
he scoffs sadly. “yeah, i know. ’s not your fault.”
“i only got hurt because i didn’t think that you interfered because of that. i just assumed the worst, that you’d think that no one would actually be interested in me.”
“what? what made you think that?”
“well, the way you talk about me to your team. the way you let other girls flirt with you while we’re out together. just thought you saw me as just a friend with benefits or something. your tutor who you sleep with, i don’t know, anything but someone you could see yourself being in a relationship with. i tried so hard to not have feelings for you, you know that?” you scoff. “but you kept giving me hope because you’d have me stay with you every night that we saw each other.”
“guess we both weren’t very communicative, huh?” he lets out a short, sad chuckle. “from now on, let’s be honest with each other, yeah?”
“you still want to give me a shot?” you quirk a brow at him. “after all of that?”
“yeah, of course i do. looks like you’re willing to give me one too. besides, i’m the small forward for a reason, aren’t i?”
“shut it, weirdo.” you roll your eyes, letting him pull you into his lap. “there’s your honesty.” you place your hands on his shoulders.
“and here’s mine. let me take you out to dinner. and introduce you to the school as my girlfriend.”
you shake your head. “moving too fast there, bud. we’ll go on a few dates and then you can ask me to be your girlfriend, got it?”
“i’ll go whatever pace you want me to, sweetheart.” he gives you a kiss on the cheek. “let’s start tonight though, i don’t want to waste anymore time with us not being together the way i want us to be.”
royalty!au | monarch!fem!reader x sub soldier!mark leeÂ
warnings: inherently dubcon (it’s fully consensual, but the power dynamics are problematic), fem!reader, no smut but it’s suggestive <3 Â
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there was a reason that you insisted that only this officer accompany you on your trip to the neighboring kingdom. other than the fact that you were negotiating trade and bringing in a whole staff of soldiers would imply that you were distrusting of the kingdom, you liked this particular soldier.
“officer lee?” you call from your room.Â
“yes, your highness? you called for me?” he says momentarily after.Â
“shut the door, i have some things to ask from you.”Â
