Since the game sent us to the past and the brothers do not know us, imagine how difficult it is for them in the form of fallen angels. So we in the form of a demon know that the brothers love, including for nesting. Asmo does not know what kind of cream he should use Alpha right there, no one can calm Satan down, we immediately know what to do with him. Levi is unsure we know how to cheer him up and what to say. We help Belphegor to arrange a sleeping place and are always ready to pat his head. We take Beelzebub to his favorite restaurants and buy his favorite food. So the brothers are shocked that an unfamiliar demon knows better than they do what suits them and likes it.
I LOVE this idea so much, like I've been reading everything I can find on this topic.
[PLEASE send me more ideas on this topic, I'm living for it at the moment.]
I'm going to run with the nesting thing first.
Because I'm certain that the Devildom doesn't have the same nesting supplies that you can get in the Celestial Realm.
So, all the boys know what kind of nesting materials they prefer, but now they can't find those materials. It's incredibly distressing, especially for those who rely on nesting more often (Levi, Asmo, Mammon, Belphie.)
Imagine them going through different materials, looking for that one feeling they need for their nest, crying or getting angry attempting to build their nests without it.
Because it's not comforting and safe without the materials that they need.
And then you give them a blanket as a gift.
At first they're a little embarrassed, because nesting materials are very intimate courting gifts in the celestial realm, but when they touch the fabric, oh, it's perfect.
They tear up and have to keep it together. The urge to run back to their room and immediately build is a nest is overwhelming.
They choke out a thank you and then pretty much run to go and build a nest that finally, finally, makes them feel safe and relaxed.
AND
Imagine the brothers' horns giving them trouble. They itch after a while because they don't know proper horn care, and they're desperate enough to accept help when MC offers to show them how to do it.
So MC grabs something rough, like sandpaper, sits on the couch, and encourages the brother in question to sit on the floor between their legs.
But little do the demons know, the base of their horns in incredibly sensitive.
MC knows, of course they know.
The second MC starts, they go completely lax, hands pressed over their mouths, eyes closed, because oh that feels amazing.
They start purring, and they haven't had many reasons to purr recently, so it feels extra good.
And Mc just smiles knowingly, expertly grooming their horns in the way they know is just right.
When Bela saw an alpha caged, snarling against the djinns, their muzzle scarred so gruesomely, they felt rage. But more than that, nearly overpowering, horror.
Because no alpha should be kept confined. Like an animal, pushed towards the edge of insanity in that way.
Personally, I really love that the Alphas are small in size. I'm a small person myself, and I'm used to people thinking that I'm weak or them not taking me seriously because of my size. I'm sure that a lot of people who are smaller in size have experienced stuff like that. So it's super cool that you decided to go against those stereotypes and show that Alphas can be super strong and powerful leaders while also being the smallest type of werewolf. It just means a lot to me.
I totally get why people might want them to be bigger, and I'll still love the story no matter if you decide to make them bigger or not, but I just wanted to share my opinion! And even if they stay small in wolf form, people can still make their MCs really tall in their human form if they want!
To be completely honest, this is what I was going for initially. The subversion of the trope, in a way. I understand that having smaller alphas might be off putting, but it doesn't influence them since they are literally like Honey Badgers/Wolverines. Full of rage, basically unkillable with unreal thick skin, deadly bite, picks fights with things three size them and wins.
Summary: Mammon was always greedy for you attention, you knew that, but when he crashed an outing you’d been looking forward to, you couldn’t let him get away without some punishment.
Warnings: Erm, reader is a teeny bit harsher than I normally write, but I think that’s it. And just in case, there is definitely an established safeword here, but it’s not mentioned.
“This is my favourite place to see you, Mammon,” you purred as you looked down at him.
Mammon was kneeling on the floor in front of you, still wearing his RAD school shirt and loose tie but nothing else. He was dripping precum all over the floor and leaving patches of his white shirt completely see through.
You ran an appreciative gaze down his body. It was at times like this that you were reminded that Mammon was a model.
“Please!” Mammon groaned, little tears gathering in the corner of his eyes. “I’m begging ya, I wanna cum so bad!”
You believed him. His cock was a throbbing red and leaking mess. You had been teasing him for the best part of an hour with a vibrator taped to the head of his cock as a punishment for what had happened yesterday. And although the vibrator was no longer in play, Mammon was still clearly feeling the effects.
“Just because you want something, doesn’t mean you’ll get it,” you said with a tight smile, circling his kneeling form like a vulture. “Like how I wanted to spend the afternoon shopping with Solomon and Asmo, and instead, you decided to ruin that for me by crashing it.”
Mammon had the decency to blush and hang his head, but not enough decency to apologise apparently. Instead, he opened his mouth and managed to make everything a whole lot worse.
“I was jus’ trying to protect ya!” he argued. “Solomon is shady, you can’t trust ‘im! And I don’t like how Asmo is always hangin’ off ya.”
“I’ll decide who I can and can’t trust,” you said firmly. “You wanted my attention, and look, now you have it. You should be happy.
“In fact, I even have a gift for you, to show you how much I… ‘appreciated’ your crashing.” you grinned down at him.
“A gift…?” Mammon asked hesitantly, fingers flexing nervously against his bare thighs where they rested. He wasn’t stupid. He knew he was unlikely to enjoy this gift when you had made it clear that you were displeased.
You grinned like a predator, flashing your scent in a show of dominance, and Mammon shivered, his curiosity being the only thing that kept his head from falling submissively to the floor.
After a small period of silence to raise the tension, you pulled a new and shiny golden cock ring out from behind your back and held it up, watching it glint in the dim light. You couldn’t resist buying it for him when you’d seen it at one of the high-end sex stores that Asmo had happily dragged you and Solomon to before Mammon had crashed the outing.
Gold suited Mammon the best.
(And how he had preened when you’d first told him that.)
From the moment you had revealed the ring, you watched Mammon go through a rather amusing series of emotions. At first, he looked excited, he loved when you gifted him things and his greed always flared up around shiny valuables the most. But when his brain caught up and he realised what it was, horror slowly crawled across his face like a shadow.
…
“You’re so dramatic, puppy, you can last longer than this, you’re fine,” you purred, biting at the juncture between Mammon’s neck and shoulder.
Mammon whined, pushing back against your thrusts and shaking his head as best as he could while it was pushed into his pillow.
“I can’t last! I need t’ cum,” he complained, words muffled somewhat by his pillow. You only hummed against the back of his neck.
Mammon was obviously frustrated at your refusal to budge because he huffed and immediately snaked a hand down to try and remove the gold cock ring himself.
You growled and slapped his hand away. No matter how many times you punished him, he was always so naughty.
“Keep your hands off the ring or I’ll put you in a chastity cage for a week.”
Mammon squawked in protest.
“You can’t put the great Mammon in a chast-“ you cut off his complaints by speeding up your thrusts and sucking a hickey on top of the bite mark from earlier. Mammon’s words devolved into moans and babbles almost immediately. And although he wasn’t saying anything of note, the babbles were loud enough to drown out any other noises in the room.
You angled your thrusts to hit his prostate every time, scratching down Mammon’s thighs occasionally, tugging at his hair, anything you could think to drive him wild, and it worked. Mammon got more and more desperate as the minutes ticked on, unable to handle the onslaught of pleasure from someone who knew his body better than he did.
“I’ll do anythin’, please!” Mammon begged, pausing for a moment to bite into the pillow as you hit his prostate particularly hard. “I need to cum, please! Please, please, please!”
You slipped several fingers into his mouth to stop his begging. Mammon slobbered all over your fingers immediately, clumsily sucking on them with more teeth than necessary.
“You keep talking, baby,” you cooed at him, fingering the golden ring locked around his cock. “But there’s one thing you haven’t said yet. There’s a word that unlocks the ring, my love.”
Mammon makes a little wounded noise.
“I don’t- I don’t know-“ he whined. “Alpha, I don’t know, you know I can’, I can’t figure it out, I’m not smart, please.”
“You are smart,” you praised him immediately, peppering kisses on Mammon’s neck. “Just remember why you’re being punished, my love, I believe in you.”
Mammon was silent for a moment before he gasped. He’d figured it out. Such a clever boy.
“I’m sorry!” he wailed. “I’m sorry for ruining your day with Asmo and the shady wizard! Please take it off! I can’t take it an’more!”
“Good boy,” you whispered into Mammon’s ear, revelling in the shudders that followed.
With deft fingers you slipped the ring off Mammon’s straining cock and tossed it somewhere onto the floor. Only a few seconds later, Mammon came on the bed, spasming around you and letting out one of the most obscene moans you had ever heard. You followed suit a moment later, filling up your omega while you rubbed soft circles onto his back.
“You did so well, Mammon, you’re so clever, figuring it out so quickly.”
Mammon automatically nuzzled into the pillow at your words. He was always bashful when you complimented him, bashful but delighted. So, when you had scenes where he was being punished, the aftercare was always full of cuddles and praise, Mammon’s bread and butter.
“Come one, sweet omega, let’s get you cleaned up.”
i think mammon dealing with an obessive ex (or just ex in general) would be very chaotic🤭 even if him and his alpha arent dating at the time he takes it very seriously! hes their first man so this other omega has to go🙄 things def get very dramatic and they both probably forgot youre literally right there...
I'm imagining this scenario like that video of two dogs either side of a gate trying to fight each other, but the second the gate is pulled back, they awkwardly turn away, tails between their legs.
This is Mammon and your ex. They both just posture and make outlandish claims and threats and have a dramatic argument at RAD, but neither one is willing to make any physical move XD
...
"How can you be first, if I dated them before you, dumbass?!" your ex screamed across the halls of RAD, dramatically flipping his hair over his shoulders. "That's not what first means, but I guess you're too stupid to understand."
Mammon sputtered indignantly, waving his arms around.
"Yeah, well, you don't count as first because they only dated you out of pity!"
Your ex gasped dramatically, clutching at his invisible pearls.
"How dARE YOU!!!"
"I dare whatever I want to dare!!"
"That doesn't even make any sense, why are they dating an idiot like you?!?!"
You watched the ridiculous back and forth with a blank face, pointedly ignoring the looks you were getting from the rest of the RAD populous.
This argument was definitely revealing that you had a type...
"You bitch!"
"At least my alpha loves me! Oh wait, you don't have one of those!"
Oh and also...with Asra, that lovely little thing UGH!, I wanted some angst...like their alpha finds out that they were dead and Asra was not there for them...actually he had left them alone to travel, if it was me I would be angry, he was my their alphas bestfriend before their relationship builds and he had left them alone...I just need to yell at someone, sorry but these weeks have been really stressful for me and I need to take it out! Also *whispers* you are the best!
@bluetooththereptile : Hmmm "You left me behind, why should I trust you?"
Thank you!! So, the reader is angry at Asra hiding stuff and leaving them? I can do that!
"You're leaving again."
It wasn't a question, you knew the drill at this point. You were sitting in the middle of the night in the corner of yours and Asra's living space. You'd been feeling a sense of dread all week, and tonight, you couldn't sleep.
You were glad. Because you'd caught Asra tiptoeing downstairs and writing a note, presumably explaining his soon-to-be absence, against the kitchen counter.
Asra jumped at your voice, obviously having missed your presence in the darkness.
"You're here! I-"
"Where are you going?" you cut him off, wanting to skip the whole sing and dance and get straight to the information. Maybe it was the exhaustion, maybe it was the frustration, but either way, you weren't in the mood for his bullshit.
Asra hesitated at you tone, but quickly covered his expression and smiled at you. Yo loved his smile, but it wouldn't work on you today.
"I won't be gone long-"
"That isn't what I asked."
Asra stopped talking at your second interruption. You could see that he was beginning to understand the situation he was in. You weren't playing around. Distantly you could smell his scent taking on a nervous tinge. Good. He deserved to feel even a sliver of the anxiety he always caused you by leaving you behind.
"You know I-"
"'Don't like leaving you'," you mocked, finishing the sentence you'd heard so many times before. Asra's eyebrow twitched. You were starting to get on his nerves.
"Stop interrupting me, I'm trying to explain-"
"But you never actually explain anything!" you burst out, patience wearing to nothing. Your voice was loud, uncaring about the neighbours who would likely be asleep. "It's always 'I'll be back soon', 'Don't worry about me' or 'I wish you could come with'. You never tell me what you're doing or where you're going or give me a reason why I can't come with!"
"Please, stop shouting," Asra said, eyes closed like he was in pain. "I'm sorry, but please, if you could just trust me-"
"But you always leave me behind, why should I trust you?!"
Asra reeled back as though he'd been hit. In the new silence, your erratic breathing was more obvious than ever. You were furious.
Asra opened his mouth but you held up a hand to stop him.
"Stop," you begged. "Just don't, I can't hear your excuses right now."
You walked past him, slapping away his outstretched hand and pointedly ignoring his hurt scent. Right as you reached the doorway, you turned back to him only long enough to give your parting words.
"Just leave, Asra, and don't bother with the stupid fucking letter."
And with that, you briskly walked into your bedroom and slammed the door, heart and head pounding in equal measure. You listened for the tell tale sounds of him leaving before you collapsed onto your bed. Maybe the tears would come tomorrow, but right now you were simply too exhausted.
Summary: There was one final gift that you had prepared for Julian’s birthday but had still yet to give him. Some people think that ‘favour token’ cards are a lousy gift, but you reckon Julian won’t have any complaints. Alpha!Dom!Reader
Warnings: Mentions of drinking and being drunk (but no sex while under the influence)
You absently rubbed at your tired eyes as you filled a tray with an array of breakfast food. It had been a late night followed up by an early morning, but you were determined to wake Julian up with breakfast in bed. His birthday might have been yesterday, but there was something important that you didn’t get a chance to give him, so his birthday celebration was going to have to bleed over into this morning.
With the food done, you stopped quickly to splash your face with water to help perk yourself up and grabbed the gift you hadn’t had a chance to give to Julian yet, and then headed to the bedroom where you hoped Julian was still sleeping.
“Wakey, wakey,” you sang gently as you waltzed into the bedroom with the tray resting on your hip. “Time for breakfast, sleepyhead.”
Julian groaned and squinted up at you blearily. You giggled because he was clearly feeling the left-over effects of last night’s drinking.
You settled down next to him and pulled him into a sitting position (but you let him lean on you so he can wake up gently, of course, you weren’t cruel) before slipping the tray onto his lap.
“Is it my birthday again, darling?” Julian croaked into your shoulder. “Not that I’m complaining, it looks delicious.”
“You deserve spoiling every day,” you crooned into his hair with a smile. Julian snorted, but still accepted the breakfast and started shovelling it into his mouth. “But no, it’s not your birthday again, however I remembered I forgot to give you one of your presents yesterday, so I thought I could give it to you now.”
“’nother pre’nt?” Julian asked through a mouthful of breakfast.
“Yes,” you laughed, kissing him on the head. “I couldn’t give it to you with the other presents because I wanted to wait until we were alone. I was going to give it to you when we got back last night, but we were too drunk.”
Julian smirked at you.
“Oh? A gift you have to give to me alone, I wonder what sort of gift that could be?”
“Pfft, you wish,” you teased, ruffling his hair and removing the now empty tray before replacing it with a small box tied with a bow. Julian ducked his head and chuckled.
“Cute,” he smiled, loosening the bow and taking out a small stack of cards. For a moment, he looked puzzled, but as he read the card sitting on the top, he huffed a small laugh.
“’I will cook dinner’,” he read out. “There’s three of those. ‘You can choose date night’, ha, that will be fun. ‘I will give you a massage’, I’ll definitely use those.”
He read on and on, obviously enjoying the tokens you’d written for him, until his face suddenly dropped blank. You knew which token he had come to. Julian’s fingers twitched nervously around the card and he was pointedly not looking you in the eye.
“What does the card say?” you gently prodded. “Read it out loud.”
Julian awkwardly cleared his throat but did as asked.
“One time use only… We will get mated,” the last word came out as a whisper.
“You can use it whenever you want,” you promised, pressing a sweet kiss to his neck.
“I-I mean, darling, are you sure? Not that I don’t- but I’m-“ Julian stuttered, wringing his hands.
“My love, look at me,” you ordered softly. “I’m ready whenever you are, and don’t doubt for even a moment that I would be honoured to be your mate.”
You both sat in silence for a moment as Julian processed your gift. And then Julian did something that surprised you: he shyly handed you the card.
“Can this be redeemed immediately?”
…
“This is it,” Julian panted, a bright blush staining his face. “After we do this, you can’t return me anymore.”
Julian’s voice and words were playful, but you could hear the insecure undertone as clear as day. He was nervous. He was tentatively putting out a feeler to try and find any hint that you might regret mating with him and abandon him.
Even at times like this, when he was under you, when you were inside him, when you were as physically close to each other as two people could be, his insecurities crept around the corners of his mind.
“Don’t be silly,” you smiled, leaning down closer to his face. “It’s always been you, for me. Mated or not, married or not, it’s always us, ‘til death do us part.”
Julian let out a shaky breath at your declaration and you could feel his hands clenching a little when they rested on your waist.
“Not even death could stop me from loving you,” he promised, locking his ankles behind your back.
“Cheesy,” you grinned, bopping him on the nose. “Can I move now?”
“Yes,” he breathed out, looking at you like you’d hung the stars in the sky. “Please, darling.”
You started to gently rock your hips back and forth, supressing a laugh at the way Julian immediately relaxed like the pillow prince you knew he was. It felt good, as it always did, to be buried inside your soon-to-be mate, but today you felt especially warm and fuzzy, knowing you were pleasing Julian, whose scent was still tinged with anxiety but ultimately lighter than it’d been in months, and knowing that you were about to mate him for real.
“You feel so amazing, omega,” you groaned. “So warm and tight, so beautiful for me. We fit together so perfectly, like we were meant to be.”
You wanted to make him feel as good as you were feeling, so you shifted your mouth to an extra sensitive part of Julian’s neck and delighted in the way his breath hitched and the goosebumps. You were in the mood for a little bit of teasing, so you hovered there for a moment, before running your teeth over the area where his mating mark would soon sit.
Julian clenched around you. He had such a sensitive neck.
You waited for the moment when Julian opened his mouth, probably to complain about you taking your time, and then started to suck small hickeys in a little circle around the area where you would soon bite him. Circle marks the spot.
“Stop teasing,” Julian panted despite him leaning enthusiastically into your kisses. You simply grabbed him by the hips and dragged him that little bit closer in response, pushing yourself that little bit deeper and then picking up your pace.
For a while, the only sound in the room was that of your skin knocking together as you both basked in the feelings and emotions.
“You’re beautiful,” you said suddenly, rubbing your nose against Julian’s. Julian’s responding laugh was lined with a touch of hysteria. Tears began to appear on his waterline, remaining there just long enough for you to notice them before he blinked them away. The emotions were getting to him. “I can’t wait for you to finally be my mate.”
Julian just continued to laugh quietly. He was overwhelmed.
“I’m going to speed this up, okay?” you asked quietly. “I can’t wait any longer for us to finally be mated.”
Julian closed his eyes and nodded. He was never normally this quiet, but you seemed to have stolen the words from him today.
You dragged your hand down his chest and wrapped it around Julian’s red cock, gathering the precum from the top to help you smoothly run your hand up and down with a little twist at the end the way he liked it most.
“Oh!”
“Feel good?” you grinned, watching Julian’s flush climb down from his face to his chest. Julian bit his bottom lip, but you kissed the lip free. “Don’t bite too hard, my love, I don’t want my mate to hurt themselves.”
“I’m not your mate yet,” Julian quipped with a nervous grin.
“Then let’s change that.”
You slipped your hands under Julian’s knees and shifted them up to give yourself extra leverage to increase the speed and power of your strokes. Your orgasm was quickly approaching, and your knot was catching on Julian’s rim, shivers ripping through him every time it did.
“Come on, baby,” you nuzzled at him. “We’re almost there.”
Julian didn’t warn you that he was close, but you could tell that his orgasm was coming because he was holding his breath, something he always did to push his orgasm closer.
“Do you want my knot? You want me to tie us both together?”
“Yes!” Julian let out a sudden strangled yell. “Yes! Mark me! Mate me!”
As soon as you had his confirmation, you pushed your rapidly swelling knot inside of Julian’s warmth, sealing the two of you together. Julian came at that moment, clenching fiercely around you and shuddering as e released all over his chest and even as far up as his neck.
That was your cue.
A sudden burst of nerves consumed your chest like a fire and you almost hesitated, but your instincts knew what to do and took over for you. You sank your teeth into Julian’s neck, right in the centre of the ring of hickeys. Your orgasm then hit you like a train, ripping through you as you came inside Julian.
Julian looked out of it, but he needed to bite you back. You were close to collapsing, but you preserved and guided Julian’s head to rest at the juncture between your neck and shoulder and tried to encourage him to mark you.
“Mark me,” you ordered, releasing the last of you cum inside of him. “Make me yours.”
Julian complied automatically, biting you and sending a rush of endorphins through you. Everything felt a little different now. You were connected in more ways than one now.
And with that, you both sagged, Julian sinking into the mattress while you rested your head on his broad chest. No words were needed, not right now. Right now, you just wanted to relax and enjoy the afterglow.
Summary: *Royal!AU* Saeran has been your most loyal advisor for as long as you could remember, but as another one of your advisors leaves the palace to peruse their own life, you can’t help but worry that your time with Saeran is running out. Alpha!Royal!Dom!Reader
Warnings: Power difference, could be read as coercion although it is not intended that way. Mention of fur rugs. Reader gets very angry for a short irrational period.
“Saeran.”
“Yes, your highness?”
He was by your side immediately. As he always was. Your most loyal servant.
“Have you heard any news about Jihyun, yet?”
“Yes, your highness. He is settling down well with his new pups and asked me to send a message of gratitude to you for your generous retirement stipend so that he may raise his pups,” Saeran answered, passing you a letter, presumably from Jihyun.
“I’m glad.”
You placed the letter down carefully on the desk in front of you to read later and turned back to your work. New laws, invitations, social letters… engagement meetings… and yet you still couldn’t focus.
“Saeran,” you called again.
“Yes, your highness?”
“Will you ever leave me, Saeran?” you despised how vulnerable you sounded, but the words had been sitting on your mind for a long time. “Will you move out of the castle? Find a mate? Move on with your life?”
Saeran was silent for a moment and only the sound of the crackling fire could be heard in the room.
“This castle… it’s my home,” Saeran spoke hesitantly, as though he were afraid of saying too much. No matter how many times you had tried to convince him that he could always speak freely with you, he was always careful with his words. “I’ve been in this castle since I was a little boy, and my life from before isn’t something I am keen to repeat. I don’t know anything else.”
“But what if you meet someone? Don’t you want pups?” you knew you sounded desperate, but you were. The life of a royal was a lonely one and Saeran had been with you for almost your entire life. After losing Jihyun, you were so anxious that losing Saeran too was on the horizon.
Saeran took a step closer to your desk. He was nervous, you could tell. He looked stoic on the surface but he was clenching his fists so hard his knuckles were a bright white.
“I live to serve you, your highness,” he said, voice thick. “Until you get rid of me.”
“I’ll never get rid of you,” you said firmly, gently reaching out to turn his chin so that you could look at him properly. “Do you trust me?”
Saeran didn’t hesitate.
“Always, your highness.”
You kept eye contact for a little longer before picking up the letter on the top of the pile. It was by far the nicest letter in the pile. The most beautiful calligraphy, scented paper, wax seals… and a note on top from your father, telling you to treat this seriously. It was a rather impressive proposal from a third son in the neighbouring kingdom who was hoping to marry into your kingdom.
“My father is hoping I will get married,” you said out loud, carefully watching Saeran’s reactions without making it look like you were trying to watch him.
Saeran stiffened before he took a silent breath and asked,
“Is that so, your highness?”
“What do you think about that, Saeran?”
“If I may speak freely?” he asked hesitantly, before continuing at your nod. “I simply hope that you will do what makes you happy, your highness.”
Rage suddenly filled your veins at his refusal to do anything but talk around his true feelings. He had claimed to speak freely but you knew the way he felt about you, no matter how much he tried to hide it. You wanted to see him jealous, to see him emotional, to see him be something other than perfect, to see him willing to fight for you. You shot to your feet aggressively, your chair clattering against the stone floor behind you as all the emotions from the last few weeks bubbled over.
“You don’t understand!” you shouted, making Saeran jump as you whirled around to face him. “I will never be happy! Not with the prince, not with any of the hundreds of suitors who insist on badgering me at every waking moment!”
“Your highness, please ca-“
“Don’t you dare tell me to calm down!” you cut him off, alpha pheromones filling the room in an instant. Saeran stopped immediately, flinching back and lowering his head submissively.
He looks scared.
All the anger drained out of you immediately.
“I apologise, your highness, feel free to punish me as you see fit for speaking out of turn.”
“Stop it, Saeran,” you whispered, all the anger well and truly gone. “Just stop.”
He fell silent, immediately.
He was never going to make the move you wanted him to, you suddenly realised. He wasn’t like that, he was too professional, too reserved. You were asking too much, you were expecting too much. How could a servant, even one as high up as Saeran, ever make a move on a royal? He would be a fool to risk himself in such a way, and Saeran was not a fool.
You were the fool for expecting that. And you were a fool for blowing up on him.
“Do you know what would make me happy, Saeran?” you walked towards him. careful to keep any anger out of your voice.
“What, your highness?” Saeran stuttered, seeming utterly confused by the turn of events.
You tilted you head as you surveyed the man in front of you. He was stunning. His hair was a shade of red that was almost impossible, his eyes were always shining, and when you managed to coax a smile from him, it filled you with warmth. The firelight enhanced everything.
And his lips. Soft and inviting. Your eyes zeroed in on them.
“I order you to tell me if you feel uncomfortable.”
“Wha-“
You kissed him.
His lips felt cool against yours, that was the first thing you noticed. And the last thing you noticed because Saeran pushed you away.
“What are you doing?” he trembled, bringing a shaking hand to his lips. “Why are you doing this? I don’t understand.”
“You are what makes me happy, Saeran.”
…
It took some convincing, some promises, some planning. But eventually Saeran agreed to give your relationship a chance, in secret first, and once your father’s declining health led him to abdicate his power to you, you would go public with the relationship.
“Have I told you how much I love you today?”
Saeran laughed softly and flushed, both of you reclining on some furs in front of the fire in your private quarters. You couldn’t help stroking his hair away from his face.
“Your highness-“
“You don’t have to call me that when we’re alone.”
“It would be inappropriate-“ Saeran protested.
“More inappropriate than this?” you stripped off your dressing gown, leaving you in your underwear only. You lounged back onto the furs and smiled at the beautiful omega that you were courting.
“I- no I suppose not,” Saeran conceded with a blush. You smirked when you noticed how his eyes were lingering on your bulge. He swallowed heavily.
You smirked and pulled him forward a little so that he was level with your crotch.
“You don’t have to look from afar, baby, it’s all for you.”
Saeran gazed up at you apprehensively for a moment before he spoke.
“I want to service you, to make you feel good,” he admitted quietly. “You’re always so stressed from working too hard, and I want t take some of that burden.”
Your felt your heart soften. How could someone be so cute and seductive at the same time?
“You’re welcome to do whatever you want with me, my dearest Saeran.”
“Yes, your highness,” he smiled, before lowering your underwear and pressing a kiss to the tip of your cock. His lips were still cool, as they always were.
Delicately, Saeran put the tip into his mouth and swirled his tongue around. You sighed in contentment and let your head fall back and your eyes close so you could focus on the sensations.
He was liberal with his tongue, taking his time to go up and down your cock like he was worshiping it. The first time he’d done this, he’d discovered how much you liked it when he hummed and now, every time, he abused that power.
“Oh shit,” you breathed as Saeran hummed and coughed around you, taking you down a little further than comfortable. “That feels amazing, my dearest.”
Distantly, you heard Saeran pull off of your cock with a pop.
You glanced down and saw Saeran watching you.
“Are you feeling more relaxed now, your highness?” Saeran asked, nuzzling his face into your crotch as he stared up at you.
“Hmm, I don’t know,” you teased. “I think I might need a little more encouragement; I had a stressful day after all.”
“Of course, your highness, for you, I would do anything.”
Without waiting for your reply, he slipped your cock back into his mouth. Your toes curled. Nothing was as special as these nights you could spend together with Saeran.
He grazed the edges of your cock with his teeth suddenly, causing you to jolt and thrust a little too far into his throat. Saeran coughed and pulled back, wiping at his mouth.
“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean-“
And he was back at it, stealing your words before you could get the apology out. You supressed a smile; Saeran wasn’t a quitter, that much you knew for certain. He had this special ability to wind you up like no one else. There was no one else in the world that you would let see you this vulnerable, no one you would trust so much, no one but Saeran.
The blowjob felt amazing of course, but the way Saeran kept looking up at you for approval or to gauge your reactions was driving you wild.
“I’m close,” you warned, reaching down to thumb the corner of Saeran’s mouth, which was currently stretched tightly around your cock. Saeran sped up, taking your warning as a challenge.
“Fuck, I’m there,” you managed to grunt out one last warning as you exploded. Saeran pulled off just in time to avoid getting any of your cum in his mouth, but not fast enough to avoid a rather impressive facial.
Your cum coated his soft skin, forcing him to close his eyes. You were too far gone to care much that it was getting in his hair, as far as you were concerned, that just meant another round in the bath later, an opportunity to repay his affections tenfold.
You panted and relaxed into the furs and pillows as your orgasm petered out. You allowed yourself a few moments to collect yourself before grabbing the cloth and pitcher of water you’d had brought up earlier and bringing them over to Saeran.
“Thank you, Saeran, that was wonderful, you’re very talented,” you praised as you started to wipe some of the cum so that he could open his eyes.
Saeran smiled a little at the compliment but didn’t speak, instead he tried to take the cloth off of you to clean himself up. He was always trying to do everything.
“Ah, ah, ah,” you reprimanded. “Let me, my dearest, just relax.”
Saeran slowly lowered his hands to his lap at your instruction.
One day you would teach him to relax properly. Round two in the bath would probably go a long way.
