warning: bad language, use of pet names, dirty-talking
pairing: a.c.e x gn reader
Junhee:
Domination, Submission, Bondage
Accessories such as leashes, collars as well as ribbons are his playground. He may straight up ask you to dominate him by bringing you those accessories like a puppy in the middle of the afternoon. He's way too shameless, kneeling at your feet and getting his head pets before you leash him.
You all don't have super kinky sex often but at some point, you settled that you gotta request it when you are in a mood. Whenever you're feeling kinky just say it!
On other occasions, he whispers in your ear how much he would like to tie you to a chair. He does his work with ribbons so slowly that you think he won't ever finish it. Dirty-talks you like hell but he is actually making sure that you are comfortable and enjoying it as much as him.
"You look like a slut now. Are you my sweet slut?"
He sucks on your inner thigh as soon as you agree. Your legs are forced to remain open so you are retrained from sandwiching his head as you would eventually do while he nibbles and gives you hickeys there.
Donghun:
Domination, Submission, Discipline
You two have an established day of the month to go hard and stupid, which means someone is gonna be mean (and both will be the embodiment of lust)
He may call you when you are waiting at home and order you to dress in your best lingerie and land a very specific toy on the bed. You gotta make everything ready for him to subdue you because you're his good girl/boy.
Sometimes he completely immobilizes you for the sake of overstimulating you without you pulling him away. Sometimes he just wants to edge you for an hour before he releases you, then you fuck yourself on his cock because he's a bit lenient after all.
"Don't curse me or I'm gonna gag you too. If you want dick you're gonna wait". (He never grabs the gag ball but you know he has one)
On the other hand, the same restraints can be used on him too, so you can twerk on him freely on another day. But that's maybe another post.
Wow:
Domination, Bondage.
Why would you ever buy a pretty silk cloth if Sehyoon will just restrain your wrists with his tie or whatever he finds on his way. "How kink you are feeling today, daddy?" you ask sitting on his lap. Your chest is bare and wet from his saliva. You swear his lips are swollen from both sucking on your nipples and receiving occasional love bites.
He puts your wrists together and manhandles you in a random position. Maybe face down ass up, maybe back against the wall hands above your head, maybe folded legs against your chest.
I have to add that you keep remarking on things while he responds with yes or no. He loves it that you can't shut up and often kisses you so he can swallow your mumbles. "Do I have to stay like this, daddy?"
He may end up tying your legs open, with smooth ribbons around your ankles and attached to the bed, if you keep closing your legs when he wants to eat you badly and forget anything else.
100% likely to be interested in a sex swing if you explain to him what it is lol
Byeongkwan:
Domination, Discipline, Sadism
Omg, BK is such a pro. He's so creative and keeps surprising you. ice cubes, candles, paddles, and even bandage tapes might appear during your playtime. Yet he ALWAYS gives you enough time to decide whether you will accept the experience.
When he showed that red candle with wax play purposes to you, you and he lied comfortably on the bed and he talked you through it. You could feel he wanted it so bad but he would be fine if you disagreed.
All your first times include him being extra sweet, even though he is in control of everything. Do I have to say how hot this is?? He settled you shirtless and straddled you. You observed him with curious eyes, you were nothing but a cute lamb according to him. Being trustworthy, he poured the first drop of wax on his own forearm and then winked at you.
"You're gonna be imprinted on my mind just like this: with hard nipples and squirming out of pleasure" he voices after transforming you into a work of art. He is naked on top of you, the tip of his cock almost as red as the wax glued to your abdomen.
Yuchan:
Submission, Masochism
Chan is so fascinating, let me tell you. He won't let you tie or handcuff him but there is no mention of anything else.
If you surprise him with a dominatrix-like outfit he will fall to his knees, calling you "mommy/daddy". It's like pushing the right button to have sub Yuchan.
One of his favorite activities is ice play thanks to those shivers, plus the ice cubes can go anywhere: on his tongue, on his spine, on his pelvic area. You blindfold him and get your man to anticipate your cold touches.
A Flogger or a feather to tickle him in the right places is something he enjoys as well. Floggers work to slap him too, if you are this kind of baby... Deny him real pleasure as much as you can, I mean don't let him jerk off. He may be whining and cute but he obeys pretty well. Make him eat you out and lap up all your juices before you finally touch his hard member.
Summary: Jun is known as a benevolent emperor. Only few know how he truly is.
Warnings: 18+ minors DNI due to adult content. Mild smut: Edging and a handjob. Themes of obsession and over all toxic possessiveness. Abuse of power to keep control.
Word Count: 6,400 and some change.
Author’s Note: A gift to @stardragongalaxy. This is a thank you for all your kindness and getting me into A.C.E. I can’t imagine a life without these guys. I’m forever grateful for your push towards them. Please accept my brain rot of Jun. This is your fault and I’m grateful. Lol
I know this isn’t who I normally write for but please give it a chance! I’d love to hear your feedback. Also! I kept this fairly gender neutral. Jun gifts a binyeo but they could be worn by anyone. It’s fanfiction. We’re not here for accuracy anyways.
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You know your husband. If he desires something, he will get it. No matter the consequences. There is no limit on how much energy or resources he spends. Jun has always been this way. It’s how he reigns. How he keeps control down to the littlest detail.
Hell, his ways benefited him with you. The crown prince of a neighboring kingdom weaseled his way into your family’s life with his sweet talk and kind smile. A man of wealth and power promising an alliance. His offer was too good to believe. He didn’t want land or money.
No, just you.
Oh, how your heart fluttered at his words. Your beauty was unmatched. The first time he laid eyes on you changed him. Jun vowed to prove he was worthy to be your husband. He offered all kinds of gifts to not only your family but townsfolk in your village. He’d spend hours mingling, getting to know everyone. First impressions meant everything he said.
The kindness continued for a year. Jun even brought additional help after a harsh winter to help your townsfolk. From rebuilding flood damaged houses to extra hands in the fields to assure a strong start for crops. Whatever it took to convince you, there was no better suitor than him.
Jun cared for everyone. How could you resist? It was rare to witness such a high level of generosity. Your defenses caved. The kind acts crushed any hesitation.
A turning point for the two of you occurred after the death of Jun’s father. You stepped up trying to be there for him in his time of loss. To be his rock. To provide stability. At the very least, to return his kindness.
Frequently, you sat out on the balcony of the temple, running a hand through his hair while his head rests in your lap. Neither of you said a word. Instead, you enjoyed the peaceful atmosphere as the tea in front of you ran cold. You would order a fresh pot until Jun was ready to go in for the night.
A week later, Jun stepped into the role of emperor for his kingdom. The grief was still heavy on his heart, yet he understood his people needed strength. He wanted to reassure the harsh times would pass. The wound would shrink and the kingdom would grow stronger.
The next meeting you found yourself across from Jun, out in his mother’s garden. Trees stood all shapes and sizes, offering homes to all kinds of creatures. The empress planted the field of flowers herself to keep busy during her time of reign. The two of you sat in front of the pond, watching several ducks swim around. Jun explained the pond’s edge was his favorite place to sit. The garden celebrates life, with this spot as the perfect viewpoint.
The new emperor was lost in his thoughts again until you reminded him of why you joined him today. He sat beside you. Wide smile on his face while listening intently to your words. Yes, you told him. Yes, to the marriage proposal he had offered months ago.
Warmth spreads in your chest cavity when seeing his happiness. Flowers could blossom in your heart, witnessing his tears of joy. He wanted nothing more than a lifetime with you.
He continued to stare with adoration to the point you couldn’t help tease him. “Does a yes make you this happy?”
“Of course. Only you bring me this much joy.”
Perhaps it was the overwhelming emotions inside of you, but something commanded you to lean over and kiss Jun on the cheek. Your heart swelled with happiness seeing how he remained still as a statue when you pulled away. His eyes shut to enjoy the moment. He mumbled a quiet plea for one more kiss. A giggle left you seeing such behavior. He’s the happiest he’s been in weeks.
Once Jun collected himself, he mentioned a gift. One so meaningful, his excitement overflowed. He led you through the winding halls of the temple up to his living space. Inside, he offered an intricate wooden box.
“I had this made for you. I know it’s a tradition to give such a gift after marriage. But I can’t wait.”
Inside was a gold hairpin. Hand carved flowers with jade, and pearls added at the end for decoration. Reminiscent of the one your father gave your mother after their wedding. Your breath caught in your throat at the beauty.
Your mother told you stories about the hairpin that you will receive out of tradition would be spellbound. It would carry a piece of your soul inside the pin. You must care for such prized possession with utmost care. If lost, the curse would damn you, causing you to lose your worth. An old tale, however, you would wear the pin every day proudly.
One of Jun’s hands found yours, giving a light squeeze. “You will increase my greatness tenfold. You’ll make me a better man. Think of the good we can achieve together with your influence.”
You believed him. The pair of you could bring peace among the two kingdoms. Bringing people closer is a blessing. Strong bonds increase safety amidst dangers.
“I’ll give you the world, my love. Please allow me.”
Time moved quickly. Celebrations occurred after moving into his home. Jun kept his word. Nothing but the familiar kindness paired with care for your well-being. Any needs or concerns listened to with uttermost importance. Jun respected any boundary you set. The dream wedding your childhood self imagined happened down to the littlest detail. If you were happy, Jun was happy.
After a few months of a fortunate marriage, the facade fell apart. Everyone knows evil spirits have the best disguises after all. Some sort of entity found its way into Jun, rotting his good ways into something else. Straight from the core of his soul outward, similar to fruit.
It started with isolation away from your family when looking back. Jun always comes up with an excuse. From bad weather, not enough guards to help with transport, to not wanting to risk your health in the middle of winter. Be patient, he would tell you. Your traveling was unnecessary. If you missed your family, they could come visit. He’ll front the costs.
“Your place is here beside me. We have a responsibility to our people. We are their example.” Jun said while placing his hand over your thigh, thumb softly caressing you in an attempt to reassure you. “I’m all you need, anyway.”
You didn’t protest. Advisors agreed with his suggestion. You were new to the throne. The people needed to see you next to Jun. To prioritize the kingdom’s people over your own. As your parents did for theirs. You, of all people, knew how important first impressions were.
A year later, the homesickness faded away. Regular visits from family happened, helping smooth any tension between you and your husband. He promised for your birthday he would accompany you to your home. The promise gave you something to look forward to.
Restlessness woke you tonight. Jun’s side of the bed was empty. When you ran a hand over the spot, the bedding was cold. Confusion ate at you, wondering where he could be at such a late hour. There was no sun on the horizon. Only moonlight spilling in from the window. You rose from the bed hoping to find what is keeping him.
A late night walk through the temple revealed more information than you ever expected. Your husband stood in the middle of the courtyard with several guards. In front of him was a man kneeling. The white knuckled grip in his hair caused the man to let out a hiss of pain. His head forced up to look at Jun. From where you stand, the conversation appears heated. Your husband speaks through gritted teeth. His jaw clenches while his anger boils over. Unfortunately, you can’t hear what he spews at the man.
“What is the meaning of this?” You question, stepping closer. “Jun?”
When Jun sees you on the outskirts of the courtyard, his angered expression softens. Replaced with a soft smile while crossing the distance towards you. In a blink, he has forgotten the men around him for you. Your eyes shift past him to the man struggling against the guards. A trespasser of some sort, you think.
Jun closes the distance, reaching for your hands. “My love, it’s late.”
“You weren’t in bed.”
“I’m sorry.” Jun’s voice drips with remorse. A hand rests against the small of your back. He’s quick to guide you back inside. “I had a situation to handle. Let us go now. You must be tired.”
With such apprehension from your husband to explain the situation, it only makes you question more. His hold is firm. Not enough to hurt. Just tight enough to keep you close to him, no matter how much you strain to look back into the courtyard.
“What happened? Who is that man?”
“Oh, don’t worry your pretty head about it. Come now.”
How can you not worry? A stranger in your home. You don’t know the intent. Was he here to hurt you? Your husband? How far did the man get? Has he hurt someone already? Jun may downplay the whole situation to not scare you.
Jun continues to refuse to answer your pestering questions even in the privacy of your bedroom. He lets out an annoyed huff when you pull away from him. “You need your rest.”
“How do you expect me to fall asleep after what I saw?”
“Here, come.” Jun retrieved a comb from a nearby table before sitting on the edge of the bed. He pats the spot next to him. “Let me brush your hair. That always works to make you sleepy.”
Annoyance festers inside of you. You want to believe your husband’s words. Though the image of his anger is fresh on your mind. Few witness his wrath. Rare even for you with how much time you spend with your husband.
Slowly you join Jun on the bed to appease him. He’s gentle when working the comb through your hair. If the comb catches on a small knot, he works with caution to untangle the hair without hurting you.
A content hum leaves him. “See, isn’t this lovely?”
You don’t respond, thinking hard on the man. Something was familiar. Not his looks. You were terrible with faces. More the outfit the man wore. There was a family crest sewn into the front and arm of his clothing.
“That crest on that man. I recognize it.”
“Honey, please. It’s nothing. I took care of it.”
“It’s not nothing.” You turn to face him, a scowl present on your face. Usually you submit to his ways to keep the peace. Not tonight. “When you lie to me, all it does is make me scared. I need to know if I should be worried.”
Jun sighs, the jade comb in his hand tossed to the side. “Your old suitor doesn’t appear to approve of our marriage.”
Ah! No wonder the symbol seemed familiar. The crest you saw belongs to prince Donghun and his family. They are pacifists. Donghun may have some pettiness in him, but overall, he’s a good person. He would never hurt a fly.
“That man… was he here to hurt you?”
“Appears so. A hired assassin. Pity he hired someone so pathetic.”
“I’m friends with Donghun.” You shake your head in disbelief. “He’s peaceful. He wouldn’t resort to such behavior.”
“Love causes everyone to do foolish things. The things I would do to secure your safety may scare even you.”
“Let me go talk to him. I can get information. Find out why.”
Anger flashes over his face at such a suggestion. “Absolutely not. I will not risk your safety. If he has become delirious, he may not be who you know anymore.”
“It could be something else. I could be useful. He trusts me.”
“No, I’ll get the information in my way.” Jun tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. “My beautiful beloved. My everything. You are worth so much to me. I can’t risk losing you.”
“Jun…”
Jun dramatically sighs as a playful smile creeps back onto his face. “Say my name like that again. Makes my heart race for you.”
“Oh, you’re insufferable.” You say before pushing him away.
Jun falls back against the bedding. His laugh fills the room. It’s infectious, causing a smile of your own. His arm extends for your wrist to pull you down to him. An arm secures around your middle to keep you laying next to him. “And still you love me all the same.”
Before you can reply, he shushes you with a kiss. His lips are warm and soft, parting to allow your tongue to slip inside to deepen the kiss. Jun lets you set the pace, basking in the moment. For him, he believes he’s blessed to enjoy every kiss. If only he understood how his gentle caresses against the small of your back causes a swarm of butterflies in your stomach. Or how, after all this time, he still can derail your thoughts with his tenderness.
When you pull away to breathe, Jun appears happy to have settled the argument between you. “Don’t worry. If I was in any real danger, I would tell you. I have it under control. Donghun shouldn’t even be on your mind. Not when you have me.”
“Promise me you’ll let me know the outcome if something else arises.”
“Of course. When it’s dealt with, I’ll tell you everything. Keep your faith in me.”
If Jun is telling the truth about Donghun, then being in his arms is the safest place to be. However, the gut feeling persists. There is more to this situation. There has to be. If only you could pull the information out of him differently. Perhaps you can come up with a plan in the morning.
Jun is gone again when you wake. Birds chirp from trees, revealing morning has arrived. The sun is up, illuminating a majority of the grounds. Jun sleeps late. It’s rare you wake after him.
You take your time becoming presentable. Servants help assist you as you prepare to face the day. You head down for a bite to eat after. An array of food is waiting for you. Once seated, another servant removes the bowl covers, preventing the food from being tampered with. A silly practice instilled by Jun to reduce risk. You allow it to help soothe his anxiety.
Familiar rice porridge made with mushrooms, pine nuts, and sesame sits in the middle. Smaller side dishes of kimchi, fresh meat, and a bowl of stew surrounded the porridge. Your favorite tea steeps in the teapot gifted by your mother. The head chef recommends the porridge. He believed the nutrients would give you vitality to power through the day. Jun demanded only the best for you to assure a long, healthy life. Every morning alternated between hand selected meals and herbal medications.
A voice comes from behind you. “Good morning, your majesty.”
“Oh Byeongkwan, please sit. Thank you for coming.”
The young advisor makes his way to the table, plopping down into the empty chair across from you. Byeongkwan has worked for your family for years. He’s a mentor, a friend, and you dare even say a brother to you. Some days, you feel closer to him than your own flesh and blood. Of course, you wouldn’t leave home without him.
This was the first time Jun’s jealousy reared its ugly head in front of you. He outright refused Byeongkwan. He stated there were plenty of advisors he could appoint for you. You put your foot down. If you were to leave everything behind, you would keep one stable pillar in your life.
Jun changed his mind only after Byeongkwan put his life on the line for you. A rogue bandit attacked the carriage on the way back home one day, demanding for your valuables. Byeongkwan suffered a nasty injury on his shoulder from a blade. Thankfully, he made a full recovery.
Byeongkwan will tell anyone how he answers to the emperor. If wishes to be welcome here, he has to. You know it’s only to keep himself safe. The last thing he wants is to be sent home. Especially after you confided in him over Jun’s changed behavior.
He sees it as well. The pair of you vow to keep each other safe, knowing how outnumbered you are. There are eyes everywhere. You watch his back and he watches yours. With said thought in mind, if anyone will spill information without ratting you out to Jun, it would be Byeongkwan.
“Tell me what you know about last night.”
“He’s asked us not to talk about it.”
“You were on my council long before you were on his.” You say with an annoyed huff. “If you know something, I need you to tell me.”
Byeongkwan’s voice lowers to prevent anyone else from eavesdropping. “Do you know what he would do if he found out?”
“It doesn’t leave us. You know this. I’m not a fool.”
Your words do little to reassure Byeongkwan. Still, his loyalty is strong. He caves under the pressure with a sigh. “The man brought wedding gifts. News of your marriage finally reached Donghun.”
“Why come so late? There was no bad weather.”
“He didn’t, your majesty. Jun wanted him removed at night to keep you from knowing. You were in the village with your brother when the man arrived.”
Dread weighs heavily, like a stone sinking in water. You didn’t know. You couldn’t have known. All the scenarios rush you. If only you had been around, the situation would be completely different. What little food you ate threatens to come back up. You turn away from him, trying to collect yourself.
Byeongkwan sounds miles away when asking about your wellbeing. You wave your hand to dismiss him, needing the moment alone. If he stays, the composure you mustered up will cave under itself. “Thank you for the information. You may go.”
He hesitates, fidgeting in his place, wanting to comfort you. When he stands, his limbs are stiff, almost locked in place. His eyes glance past you and before you can question him, he mumbles under his breath. “Jun is coming.”
With a quick bow, he leaves. Your eyes close to calm the dizziness swarming you. A few deep breaths help. You rush to place your hands in your lap to hide the trembling.
Seconds later, Jun’s voice greets you. “Ah, you rise.”
“Why did you let me sleep in?” You say after clearing your throat. You force yourself to make eye contact to appear composed. “I wasted the day.”
“You needed rest. I can run things without you for a couple of hours.” Jun appears to be fooled. His lips curl up into a charming smile as his thumb runs over your cheek. “Please eat well, my love.”
Recent events paint Jun in a new light. Obsession fuels his love. Fueled by the need to keep you for himself. In hindsight, common knowledge. Just to an unknown degree. Though it’s hard to hate him. Besides his questionable choices, he’s good to you. However, you can’t justify the growing dark side of him. Primarily his jealousy. Or now with his outright lying. Jun told you it was an assassin.
Thoughts return to the man. What happened to him? How drastic was the punishment? Did Jun order him for execution? You can’t imagine such an extreme. Instead, you prayed he exiled the poor man to teach Donghun a lesson. The very fear of the unknown still scared you.
All this over another person sending gifts to celebrate your wedding. Somehow in Jun’s twisted mind he must worry something would hurt you, misconstruing good intentions to fuel his own agenda. Only those Jun trusted would know what happened because of his wrath. All the evidence destroyed by now.
How far will this obsession drive him? All this love could cause a war. Your stomach lurches again. The smell of the food exacerbates the wave of nausea. It smells rotten, rotten similar to how Jun has become.
Discretion is scarce in Jun’s kingdom. It’s even worse when you are his partner. You work with haste when putting your latest plan into motion. You chose not to involve Byeongkwan. Jun constantly seeks a reason to remove him. Instead, two newer servants agreed to help you. If caught, the pair could explain their ignorance to Jun.
You rose early this morning. The sun barely peeked over the mountains when you slipped out of bed. Jun didn’t stir. You move quietly like a mouse, afraid of every creak and groan of the floorboards under your feet. Adrenaline causes your heart to race while you wait for your carriage. One more horse to secure, then you will be off.
“Please hurry.” You say. “I’d like to make it there before nightfall, if able.”
The servant nods. “Just a moment more, your majesty.”
The screech of your name being called paralyzes you. Your eyes shut as you take a deep breath. The blood in your veins runs cold when hearing it again. It’s not a figment of your imagination, it’s not your paranoia, it’s Jun. Someone somewhere has alerted him of your departure.
A glance over your shoulder reveals Jun descending the temple stairs two at a time. His hair is a mess from sleeping. He wears only a robe haphazardly thrown on in a rush and a scowl etched onto his face. The usual soft, loving eyes narrow when you meet his gaze. He’s breathless when he finally stops shy of the carriage. “Where are you going?!”
“A quick trip.” You say, inching closer to the open door. “Jun, please. It’s important.”
Jun reaches past you to slam close the carriage door in front of your face. Successfully halting you from entering. “Too important to tell your husband?”
“I didn’t want to bother you. A surprise. Do I not have freedom?”
“Of course you have freedom.” Jun seethes in his anger. His eyes darted over to the few servants nearby. Concerned gazes causes his voice to lower, trying not to allow them to eavesdrop. The perfect image he’s painstakingly worked for can be shattered here. Jun takes pride in how he treats you. Especially in front of others, yet his anger outweighs his care. “The entire kingdom is yours to wander. Where could you need to go to justify leaving the safety of our home?”
You sigh, silently cursing under your breath. You were so close to leaving without a problem. A few moments more and Jun would have missed your departure. You would already be near the edge of the village by now.
“Is this?” Jun pauses, gears shifting as he thinks. Disgust contorts his face. “Is this about Donghun? Are you going behind my back? After I told you it wasn’t safe to do so?”
“No, of course not.” You swallow the lump in your throat, mind racing to find a reply. A losing battle in reality. Jun won't believe anything you say. The truth is obvious. Perhaps you shouldn’t have tried so soon. Your voice is timid when you speak again. “You can’t keep me here.”
“I assure you I can. To make an irrational decision after an attack on my life? I have to intervene.”
“Is that even the truth?” You question, unable to hide irritation.
Jun huffs in disbelief at the accusation. “You think I would lie to you?”
“Don’t do this. I’ll be home in a couple-”
“No. Enough of this madness,” Jun says, cutting you off. He dismisses the servants before turning back to you. “I’m trying to keep you safe.”
The fight in you fizzles out in the same way one snuffs out a candle. Damn the watching eyes, damn the person who ratted you out, and damn Jun. You won’t be able to leave the kingdom soon. You won’t even be able to write a letter in peace at this point. Maybe with the upcoming trip home, you can speak to your mother. Let her be the one to send and receive his reply. She would help you. You'll follow the rules until then. Stay in Jun’s good graces without causing trouble.
“Go back inside. No more of this nonsense.” From the tone in his voice, his words are not a suggestion. “I’ll summon Byeongkwan to keep you company. Perhaps he can talk some sense into you.”
Midday rolls around on a new day. Over the last week, you earned your place back into Jun’s good graces. He relishes in the new found fondness you have for him, soaking up the attention the way a flower flourishes in the sun. He’s weak for your attention. The worst is over, he thinks. Everything is back to normal. When in reality, you will do whatever it takes to get your trip home.
Advisors began filling the throne room. You were ready to take your leave. There wasn’t much planned for today. A head start on the tasks could cause being finished in a timely manner.
“Stay with me.” Jun rested a hand on your thigh to stop you from moving from your seat. He motions to a fresh pot of tea in front of him. “Let’s not waste this.”
The request wasn’t unusual. Occasionally, you stayed to listen in. You would sit head held high as the discussions took place, listening to mundane matters that his advisors could handle.
Jun could never allow it, wanting to be involved down to the minuscule details. Rarely were you asked for an opinion. You kept your answers short, influenced by your faith. As the group in the room believed a healthy kingdom relied on benevolence.
Today is no different. Talks of damage control to aid the part of the village affected by a recent wildfire. A farmer lost several livestock. Jun offered a few chickens and cows to help. Jun would send a group tomorrow to help rebuild the poor man’s barn.
Your mind drifts as conversations continue. On the surface level, Jun was a walking green flag. How could anyone believe he’s nothing more than a good, kind man? The people he helps are showering him with praise. No one would believe your words about his actual intentions. Perhaps this is why he worked so hard to leave such an impression on the people of the two kingdoms.
Jun’s voice pulls you from your thoughts. “I believe your guidance is required for the next matter, my love.”
Uneasiness creeps in. Jun planned something. Some sort of retaliation for your attempt to leave? Your mind races. If your opinion matters, it can’t be about you. For all you know, the situation could be something positive and you are on edge, expecting the worst. Yet a gut feeling tells you the sickly sweet smile on his face is fake. It’s not reassuring in the slightest.
To your horror, guards bring in your younger brother, forcing him to kneel in the middle of the room. This was why Jun wanted you here. To witness his case.
The guard explains a series of events, telling everyone in the room your brother pickpocketed an advisor. It’s not true. You had handled the situation with the hopes of your husband not finding out. Once again, someone spoke behind your back.
While processing the information, your brother confesses to the crime. You surge from your seat, knocking a knee against the table in front of you. The tea cup doesn’t tip over thanks to Jun’s quick reflex. He remains silent, fixing the tea cups. When he meets your gaze after, his face is emotionless, curious about what you plan to say. You know what he is telling you. Jun is daring you to sway his decision.
Words stay trapped in your throat as panic overcomes you. Your raised heart rate pounds in your ears. No! No, this can’t be happening. If Jun already believes the confession, your brother’s fate is sealed. Flashbacks to the man in the courtyard rush you, making the room spin.
Your brother is the only family you have in the city. Jun is trying to isolate you again. If he exiles him, you only have Byeongkwan. You can’t allow this to happen. Jun can’t get away with this. He’s gotten away with enough already.
You stumble forward down to your brother, ignoring the surprised gasps in the room. Rage floods through you. When guards approached you with the situation, your brother revealed a younger friend took the bag of coins. Now he dares to take the fall? Potentially to protect him? There is a possibility Jun threatened the young men. You don’t care. Not with your own flesh and blood on the line.
“Tell them or I will! Don’t lie to him! Don’t protect them. Your life matters. Not just to me.”
Your brother keeps his eyes trained on the floor. “I took it.”
Jun speaks up from where he sits. “It is admirable for you to confess. To take pride in owning your poor decisions. However, theft is not permitted here. Surely you understand?”
“He’s lying. It wasn’t him. Please!” You say, shaking your head in disbelief. This can’t be happening. A nightmare. How can your brother be such a fool? You whip around to face your brother. He continues to refuse to look up at you. His shoulders hunched as he shrinks into himself. You speak through gritted teeth, voice coming out as a hiss. “Don’t you understand? Lying to him is a worse crime.”
“I can’t.” He croaks out. You watch your brother’s eyes dart past you to the throne before up to you. “I’m sorry.”
No. You won’t let Jun win this. You won’t let Jun intimitate people to get his way. Not when your brother is innocent. You weren’t alone. There were witnesses. You have no obligation to protect his friend. He’s a stranger to you.
You speak through gritted teeth. “You will tell him what you told me. Word for word. If you stray, I will have advisor Byeongkwan correct you. His memory is impeccable.”
Your brother caves. The true series of events is stated. Good. This is what you want. The truth is now heard by several witnesses in the room. Jun is forced to handle the situation honorably. He can’t cut corners to achieve the result he wants.
“Byeongkwan, tell me, is this true? My wife reprimanded the boy?”
“Yes, your majesty.” Byeongkwan responds loud and clear. “I was with her and spoke to the guard on her behalf. Sehyoon can confirm the service.”
Jun ponders his words. He maintains his eye contact with you. Internally you are pleading for a positive result. You have jurisdiction here. Jun may have the final say but you did nothing wrong, working completely in your power.
“Then he will continue to work with the guard till I see fit. You all are dismissed.”
Relief washes over you like a wave. Your brother may suffer till the end of time, but he’s not exiled or dealt a worse fate. Byeongkwan seems uneasy about leaving. Eyes locked on yours. A silent way of asking if you need him. Your eyes dart towards your brother. A message he understands with a slight nod of his head. He rises to follow the guards escorting your brother.
People continue to leave till only you and Jun remain in the throne room. Jun hasn’t moved, staring down at you. He sits stoic with the cup of tea in his hand. Today was a warning. A power move for Jun. You are a pawn in his game. A game he’s not playing fair no matter what move you make. It’s his way of telling you to stay in line. Don’t go against him or there are consequences.
However, Jun forgets how smart you are. You can’t accept being a pawn. You are strategic. What Jun doesn’t realize is how much power he gives you. He opened the door to allow you to manipulate his love to get what you desire. You don’t want to hurt him per se; you love him. Doesn’t mean you will allow him to bully you into complete submission. You will play his game only to assure the safety of the ones you care for.
Determination and a half-baked plan fuels your steps up to Jun. You sink in his lap, knees on either side of his hips. A compromising position for both of you. No one is foolish enough to come back into the throne room after recent events. Servants should leave you alone until dinner is waiting for you.
“Thank you for your mercy, your majesty.”
Jun’s breath catches in his throat at the title you used. “Perhaps you can spare a small token of appreciation for my generosity?”
Jun offers his cheek. He knows anger still boils inside of you. He doesn’t press boundaries asking for anything else. There is no need to. You are already his. You love him, Jun knows it. His soul intertwined inside of your own. He proved he can keep you here. He can wait until your anger has dissipated and you're happy with him again.
Despite the power play, you are thankful for the one time he heard you out. Your sibling is out of harm's way. Miserable with punishment but not banned from the kingdom. You will humor him. Indulging him here will only help you later. Your fingers brush his chin, and with a gentle touch, you turn his face to yours. His brows knit together in confusion as he stares up at you, unsure what your next actions are.
You kiss him. Tenderly, as you always do. He sighs against your lips. The defenses melt away, allowing Jun to fall into your trap. Perfect, you think, while running your hand down his chest to land on his crotch. Jun’s breathing hitches as you palm at the bulge that has formed. Predictable. Pathetic, in reality. The littlest touch ignites a fire inside of him.
“Of all places, Jun?”
“This is my home.” Jun answers between a bated breath. “I’m not ashamed of how my body reacts to you.”
“No, you don’t have shame. If you did, you wouldn’t have hurt me.”
“My love…I-”
“Silence.” You say, cutting him off. His mouth shuts, noticing the glare on your face. “Unless you plan to mutter an apology. Shut your mouth.”
Your hands untie the waistband of his pants, followed by pulling the material away to free his half hard cock. Jun watches as spit dribbles down from your mouth to his cock. Your hand wraps around his cock, smearing your saliva to ease the glide of your hand. It takes only a handful of strokes for his cock to fully harden.
“How dare you embarrass me in front of our people? The one you swear you love?”
“That was not my intent. A crime was committed-”
His words trail off as pleasure gets the better of him. You know Jun’s body well. Able to bring him to the edge shamefully quick. Right as he teeters on the edge, your hand comes to a complete stop, forcing his building orgasm to fade. Jun pathetically whines. A noise that is music to your ears.
“No. I handled it. Instead of letting it go, you tried to use it against me.” You say, letting your words drip venom, at the same time your hand starts moves excruciatingly slow. “You’re weak. Your insecurity caused this mess over a man I don't love. After knowing I am yours. Admit it.”
“Yes.” Jun pleads, “I was wrong. I shouldn’t have.”
“I should never touch you again. Let suffer for your lifetime. That would be a proper punishment.”
“No. Beloved, please, I’m sorry.” Jun gasps, speaking through gritted teeth. His hips shift, trying to rut forward, chasing the friction of your hand.
Your pace quickens, working up and down from base to tip, twisting your wrist to increase the stimulation. “If only they saw their beloved emperor now. You can fool them, but I see you for who you really are.”
“My love…Ah!” Jun’s body tenses up under you. The tip of his cock leaks pre-cum. He’s achingly close again. “Forgive me. I won’t do it again. I swear.”
His hand finds your wrist, worried you will leave him high and dry again. A quick smack in the back of the hand causes him to pull away. He groans as your grip tightens, forming the perfect concentration of warmth to bring him a rush of sensations that is too much for him to handle. The pleasure jolts through him, clouding his judgment. There are no thoughts behind his glossy eyes. Yes, this is what you want. Overwhelming pleasure, Jun greedily accepts more of. He freely bucks his hips into the fistful of your hand, no longer able to hold out. With a long drawn-out moan, he comes. Ropes of cum leave his cock, spilling over your hand onto his clothes.
Your nails dig into his chin, tilting his head to force eye contact. “Thank me for my generosity.”
“Thank you.” Jun pants. He’s in shambles, boneless, trying to gain his composure. “I will cherish such a gift.”
You pull away, leaving Jun to sink into himself. His clothing wrinkled with drying cum on one of his finest silk outfits. His face flushed with embarrassment as the realization of the situation sinks in. Pride swells in your chest, knowing he will have to walk through your home to change. It’s inevitable he will run into someone. You hope the humiliation burns his ego.
You chuckle to yourself at the thought while walking out to the familiar garden, taking the spot next to the pond. Jun has changed you. The sad reality is rotting fruit affects the surrounding area. The longer you spend with Jun, the more you taint yourself. Unavoidable at this point. Perhaps it’s already begun today.
You love Jun. He is your husband. The longer you two are together, his obsession will continue to deteriorate him. Today was eye opening. You can weaponize his love. You can take advantage of him to keep him in line. Better to be a partner in power with control than one hiding in submission.
When I should be writing, I find myself reading birth charts like they’re the Bible. Except I don’t remember them when I’m writing. Nor do I remember what I thought when I read them. Here’s a Choice shit post.
Donghun || Venus: Aries, Mars: Cancer || Kink: Breeding, low-key dom vibes
When he’s comfortable with you, expect some upfront flirting. He has an innocent, childish sort of charm to him since he’s fun-loving and energetic. Doesn’t like games or beating around the bush. Likes to lead the relationship. Might have on-and-off relationships as he’s prone to falling in love with love itself. For him, sex is tied up with emotional need so you won’t catch him settling for casual stuff. Getting to a point where you trust him fully with your body is what he strives for. Like most with Cancer in Mars, the possibility of making a baby excites him.
Sehyoon || Venus: Aries, Mars: Leo || Kink: Risky sex
Pretty much like Donghan in being straightforward, but a little softer in his approach. He’s a baby, be nice. Sensual yet stubborn. It’d take a lot to get him to change his mind about pursuing you. He enjoys the chase and falling in love. He’s easy to arouse and I see him not wanting to wait until you got home to take care of his needs. Right here, right now. High key competitive, so expect a bet that he can make you scream. But you don’t wanna get caught, right?
Okay, listen, hear me out first. This man just wants to be someone’s little and I’ll die on this fucking hill. We Cancer in Venus folk just wanna be loved and protected with lots of snuggles and kisses. Let. Him. Be. Smol. He cares more about the intimacy and quality time than the physical aspects and I respect that. It’s about being cared for and feeling secure. Tell me a good mommy or daddy wouldn’t be perfect for him? On the other hand, I can see him wanting to provide this for someone else, too. So he’d likely switch roles from time to time to meet his partner’s needs while taking care of his own. His chart also mentions being attracted to someone older than him and while I’m not saying he’s submissive, I am saying he’s smol in every way possible. Yes, this pot is calling the kettle black. Sue me.
Byeongkwan || Venus: Cancer, Mars: Cancer || Turn-on: Confusing me
We got another Venus in Cancer, y’all. Again with the snuggles and soft smol-ness. Give him lots, pls. The only difference I see between him and Jun is his protective aura is a little stronger. He’s smol but feisty. Like Donghun, there’s some breeding kink potential with hints of dom if he’s in the mood.
Chan || Venus: Aquarius, Mars: Aquarius || Turn On: The Pursuit
Congrats! You’ve found yourself a 4D chess player. He wants to be seen as unique and rebellious, “not like the others.” Needs confirmation he’s interesting to you before he takes it further. Once he has that, he turns up the passion. He thrives on adventure and dislikes being restricted or limited, especially when it comes to his sexual expression. Let him be a freak. To him, courting is a game that requires planning and spontaneity to get what he wants. Best part? He’s incredibly patient and isn’t in a hurry to make you crave his touch. Just know that when you do get tired of playing hard to get, you’re getting a guy who’s very imaginative in bed and goes all in.
GENRE : Vampire! OC X Human! Junhee, Suggestive/Smut (Implicit)
WARNING : Well first of all, blood, blood drinking, Bootlicking/Bootkissing, mention of violence.
REQUEST : “Can i request a Vampire! OC X human Junhee smut”
NOTE : Thank you for this anon, i literally dropped all the fics i was workiong on for this and i have absolutely NO regret. It wasn’t an explicit smut but it’s.. there. feel free to send me more requests anon!
"The villagers must be feeling generous, they sent 4 boys this time." The countess said from the top of the stair and within a blink, she was standing in front of them.
"Let's see.." she whispered as she assessed the 4 men, the first one catching her eyes by how agitated he was but she passed it for nerves as she crossed him.
The last one though, she stopped to take a whiff and then turn to him. He smelled delicious.
"How old are you?" She asked as she pulled his face up with her finger. Black hair, high cheekbones, sharp features - he was beautiful. Then she looked down - slightly dirty common clothes - a peasant boy.
"22." He answered and she raised an eyebrow at him. Most families are not willing to let their kids go so early when they could work and earn them some money.
Her mind was brought back when she heard the heartbeat rising of the first guy and then felt a slight sting in her shoulder.
She felt the boy in front of her stiffen up and her loud sigh resounded in the room. She turned around to stare down the shaking man with his hand raised as she pulled out the knife that he plunged in her back.
"It was not the villagers, they wouldn't have sent a measly man to kill me. This was personal." She said and Byeongkwan came forward.
"It was not the villagers ma'am. Do you want me to throw him out? Kill him?" He said calmly and she stifled a chuckle when she felt the other three boys shivering in fear.
"You killed my brother!" The man in front of her screamed, ready to fight her with bare hands when she waved her hand and in a second, he was at her feet, Byeongkwan's foot on his back keeping him down there.
"I did no such thing. I paid full price for him, your parents chose to do that. He had a peaceful death but.." she leaned down to his level and gave him a cold smile.
"You're not going to."
She got up, eyes trained on the last guy who caught her attention.
"Byeongkwan, get that boy in my room for tonight. And this-" she said as she kicked the first man with her boots, his groan resonating in the room, "-you can do whatever you like."
Byeongkwan bowed at her as he picked the guy up, his eyes gleaming red as he looked at his prey.
"I'll be right back." And in a woosh, the three new boys found themselves alone at the bottom of the stairs of the huge Countess's mansion.
In a world ruled by Vampires, having a certain Vampire ruler for your village was a blessing. The ruler would stop any rogue vampire from harming their village, keeping it safe in return for a few persons once a month. But they won't do that for free, they'll pay a heavy compensation to the family for the loss incurred by the loss of a member.
Junhee's village had the Countess who kept them safe. And the money was what brought him here. His sister was ill, she needed treatment from the capital which was too expensive for his family. For the heavy compensation, he was ready to sacrifice himself for his sister's life.
After Byeongkwan had returned from wherever he took that man, he led them all in separate rooms they were to live in for whatever time period they will be here. The rooms were lavish, the mattress so soft Junhee could not hold in the sigh that left his lips. He thought If he was going to die soon, maybe that same night, Atleast it'll be in a place like this and with a full stomach as he looked at the trays of food for him.
After he had filled his stomach to the point of not being able to move, a knock was heard and Byeongkwan entered with a few garments in his hand.
"Please take a shower and wear this. The countess will like you to be in her room in an hour. I'll be here to pick you up a few minutes before an hour." And he left.
A while later, Junhee found himself buttoning up the silk shirt he was brought and the loose pants. A knock resounded again and Byeongkwan stepped in to stare at him.
"You look nice, the countess would like it." He said as he stepped closer only to unbutton a few buttons of his shirt as he smiled. “She’ll like this more.” he added with a smug smoke and Junhee nodded, not like he had any other option.
He was led to the countess’s room and Byeongkwan left him there. A few minutes later the countess entered the room from a door on the other side, water dripping down her neck and changing the colour of the silk robe she was wearing, a contrast from the suit she was wearing when he first saw her. Junhee found himself standing up involuntarily when she waved at him, “Keep sitting, I’’l be there in a moment.” she said as she seated herself in front of her vanity and he hesitantly sat back on the bed.
“You’re awfully young to be here, what's your story?” she asked and Junhee wanted to lie, tell her he wanted to be here but he felt like lying was not his best option. “I needed the money.”
“Why?”
“My sister needs medical help in the city.” he said, choosing to look at the ground as he heard her humming.
“And what is your name?”
“Jun. Junhee.” he said and heard her getting up.
“Junhee~” she said it in a musical voice and he looked up when he felt her finger lifting his face up.
“That's a pretty name for a pretty face.” she said as she smiled and in a split second, she was in his lap. Her legs on both sides of his, she pulled back a little to appreciate the quickly turning red face of his.
“Aren't you cute, turning all red like this.” she cooed as she bent down to nose around his jawline, enjoying the shudder that she felt from him and the quick intake of air.
Her hands were quick to slip from his neck to his shoulders as the unbuttoned shirt gave her the chance to feel his soft skin. She swiftly unbuttoned the rest of the shirt and discarded it away, her mouth attached to his neck before the shirt even touched the floor and Junhee jerked to grab her waist.
“Oh no no baby.” she said as she pulled back, one of her hands going in his hair to pull his head back as he whimpered, her other hand grabbing his hand on his waist and pulling both of them behind his back one by one.
“You don't get to touch me until I say so, you got it?” she asked and he nodded, the blush still on his face as he looked sideways.
She leaned down to brush his ear with her lips as she whispered a soft “good boy” and a moan escaped his lips.
She chuckled as her lips caught his lobe, slightly pulling it for him to moan again and she smiled as she pulled away, fully sitting in his lap now and grinding slowly, low moans leaving Junhee’s mouth like music to her ear.
“Someone is enjoying it.” she whispered as she felt him hardening under his pants with her head buried in his neck as she felt his hands coming to her waist and stopping midway.
After marking his neck and chest up to her satisfaction she pulled up to look at his face - he looked positively debauched. His red face, a slight sheen of sweat glistening his skin, blown pupils and lips slightly open as he panted, she couldn't hold herself as she leaned in to capture his lips with hers, a gasp left his lips that she swallowed.
Her hands grasped his own as she placed his hand on her waist now, pulling away from kissing him only when she felt like he needed to breathe. As he panted and she stared at him, she bent down to bite his lower lip, pulling at it as one of her hands went into his hair, gripping them slightly harder as she felt him buckle up against her. Her sharp teeth managed to draw blood slightly which she licked and pulled back.
“You taste different. Enough foreplaying now.” and with that warning out and about, Junhee felt her lips on his neck, his grip tightening on her waist as her teeth finally pierced skin and the pain registered. Her hand came up to clamp it on his mouth as he almost yelled, but went back to his hair when his screams turned to moans. It was painful, yes, but the pain and pleasure were taking over and with her hand in his hair, pulling them every now and then and the delicious pressure of her grinding on him was bringing him so close to pleasure.
He found himself chanting “please dont stop!” but alas, as all good things come to an end, as his vision had slightly started getting blur from the edges, she pulled back.
“I don't want you slipping out on me okay?” she said as she held his face by his chin, his eyes going in and out of focus as he nodded at her and she smirked.
Her other hand softly gripped his neck as it went down, pressing on the bite marks she left every now and then as it finally reached the waistband of his pants. Her hand slipped past it and he thrusted in her hands as she gripped his cock.
“I still have to help you out with this.”
~
Junhee woke up feeling a slight dizziness and found himself wrapped in the red bedsheets of the countess, and nothing else.
He found a folded pair of clothes and was just thinking of what to do when the door opened and Byeongkwan walked in.
“You can use the bathroom and those are some fresh clothes. Please come down for breakfast.” and he bowed and left. Junhee stared at the door Byeongkwan had pointed to and remembered how the countess had walked out from there and with blood rushing to his cheeks, he went in to freshen up.
About half an hour later he found himself alone at the dining table and munching on breakfast, feeling conflicted about whether he was happy being alive or not. What if the countess had decided she didn't want him and sent him back, without any money? He refused to think about yesterday lest he turned red here under the careful gaze of the Countess's right hand man, Byeongkwan.
When he was finished, Byeongkwan came to give him a hand to stand up which he considered refusing but took anyway.
“There's a letter in your room for you from your family.” he told him and when Junhee was about to go to his room, he was stopped.
“Your luggage has been moved to the room beside the countess on her floor. That’ll be your room from now on.” and Junhee nodded as he took the stairs, eager to hear from his family.
“One more thing” he heard Byeongkwan say and he turned around to see the hint of a smirk on his face.
“Her study is the room on the other side of your room. She’ll be there right now if you’ll need her.”
Confused, Junhee nodded and left, only to stop at the entryway of the room he was shifted to now. If he thought the room he was allotted last night was lavish, this was double, no triple it grandeur.
His appreciation of the room was cut short when he saw the letter on the table and he grabbed it.
Dear Junhee,
Me and your mother couldn't be more thankful to have a brave son like you. When this morning the countess’s guards borght the other two men who had gone with you,we were scared. And when only her guard came to us, it scared us more thinking either you died or they were sending you back too.
We had not expected to hear that the countess had arranged for the treatment of your sister. Yes! The countess had sent her regards and a carriage with a man of hers to escort us and get your sister treated.
We wished you could have come too but we are going to believe on countess’s words that we could see you when we’ll be back. We will be the first family to see our son after sending them to the countess and we are so proud of you Junhee.
Keep her happy and take care of yourself.
Your father.
For a few seconds Junhee could not believe what his father had written to him. The countess, not only let him live but also helped his family? And promised them that they can meet him when they'll be back? And the other boys were sent back? Well that explained why he was alone at the breakfast table but still.
Why Byeongkwan had told him where she was made sense as he quickly went to the adjacent room and knocked, waiting with his bated breath for her voice to say “come in.”
And then he was blessed by the vision of her in her glory - her suit and boots and hair prim and proper - exuding grace and the power she holds, especially on him, and she looked up at him.
“Yes?” she asked and he felt his face turning red.
“I got a letter from my family.” he said and she nodded, getting back to the document she had in front of him.
“Thank you so much for this. I can never repay you for this.” he said and she looked up at him again.
“Oh but you can.” he saw her signalling at him to come closer so he walked, behind the desk, in front of her as she faced him.
She pulled his shirt so his face was in front of her and she nosed along his neck and he shuddered.
Leaving a small bite near the puncture wounds from yesterday which made him gasp, she pulled away to smile at him, her eyes glowing red.
“Be mine.”
Almost as if his legs lost their strength, he fell on his knees in front of her and she looked at him, amusement clear on her face.
He wasn't sure if he was still drunk on her from yesterday or if it was the gratitude surging in his veins, he found himself bending down to her boots as he placed a soft kiss on them, a sign that he was at her mercy.
“I’ll be at your service as long as you'll need me.”
In the blink of an eye he found himself with his back on the floor of her study with her on top of him, not even one hair out of place as she looked down at him. The sound of fabric tearing brought him out of his daze as he looked at the shreds of whatever was left of the shirt barely covering him any more as she threw the rest away.
“It was in the way.” she murmured as she mouthed along his collarbones, already purple and red from yesterday and then her mouth reached the wound from yesterday.
“Mine.” she whispered as her teeth sunk in his flesh again, but surprisingly it was less painful this time as he gripped her waist.
Honestly i can see him as one that likes to be as deep within you as possible 👀
zeal (link includes a visual)
this position is your go-to because it allows him to have his cock as deep as it’ll go, and you get to take control of the pace. honestly, it’s a win-win for the both of you, so he tends to prefer this one.
flatiron
this one happens when he’s in a more dominant state or you simply want him to carry the weight. this position still lets him fuck you deep, and its easy for him to move your body the way he wants it.
his favorite kinks are choking, biting, and spanking. they’re a bit mild, but they add the perfect amount of spice to your sex life. he’ll experiment with new kinks, but those are his safe places—kinks he knows never fail.
[6:40pm] "Please!" The word fell from your mouth in a desperate cry, your legs shaking as Jun fucked into you. "Oh, you want to cum?" He asks, voice full of amusement. You nod, clutching at the pillow under your head. He smiles down at you, but it isn't his usual sweet smile, it's sadistic. "Do you really think that I'll let you cum that easy? After all that running of the mouth you did?" He laughs, pushing in deeper, "No, no, baby. You won't be coming."
Cannibal Jun concept: He has to work out a lot so that he can easily move the bodies... And be able throw you around and fuck you like a rag doll, ya know.
c y n t h i a how could u say this to me i deadass dont even know what to say besides that i want him to treat me like his favorite meal klasjdhagdfjkla
this comeback is rly putting me back in my a.c.e killer!au feels im– 😳🥺
