[ 7:40pm ] for the first time ever, you were ready before your boyfriend. you had a date planned and since you started putting on your makeup and clothes earlier, and dejun was scrolling on tiktok, you somehow were dressed head to toe whereas he was hurriedly putting on his tie.
“i never thought such a miracle would happen” you chuckled, deciding to help him. the reservation was for 8pm and it was nearly 7:40pm. add a 10 minute ride… yeah, you were on a tight schedule.
“can you pass me my watch? it should be somewhere in the drawer” he hummed, fingers nervously fixing the tie. maybe he shouldn’t put it on in a rush in the first place.
then he froze and in the same time he saw your silhouette in the mirror.
dejun whipped his head around and jumped to the drawer that you opened to reach for his watch. he totally forgot the thing was there too.
“are you serious?” you breathed out, your eyes finally tearing away from the velvety box. you looked at him, fear in his ebony irises. you laughed and smacked his arm, handing him the watch. “hide it better next time, idiot”
his heart was racing so fast, mentally cursing his own stupidity. how could he forget he hid the engagement ring there?
“come on, it’s not like you’ll propose today. let’s go, we’ll be late” you teased and pecked the corner of his lips, leaving the room. you tried to keep your cool but dejun could see the excitement in your features.
smiling foolishly to himself, he only shook his head and closed the drawer. he’ll hide it in a better spot once he comes back home.
[8:11am] you amused bad boy!hendery. the good girl everyone knows seem to be a lie. well... not really. more a 'not full truth'. you were playing with your fingers, unsure of yourself in a room you didn't belong in. while he found comfort in it. because no matter how often principal leery told him off. he cared about bad boy!hendery. more than his parents did. and you....he wanted you to care about him too.
「2:48AM」 → In which you decide to let your boyfriend, Xiao Dejun, fuck his stress out on you. | hardcore smut
warnings | mix of praise and degradation, tied-up using ribbons, slapping, uses of the words “slut/whore/fuckdoll”, messy sex aka some saliva.
smut under the cut, minors dni
“You’re so pretty, my personal slut.” Dejun held your jaw in his hand as you were breathless.
Laid out on the coffee table of your living room, you were on your stomach whilst hogtied. Vulnerable, all your parts were accessible to his touch with your arched back.
Jun always liked things that could be put on display. Hence, he had a strong disliking for the generic brown rope others often used.
Instead, the white silk ribbons he used complimented your skin beautifully, once telling you that using rope would only damage your precious skin.
Although, it was quite contradicting, because the amount of times he had left bite marks or hickeys on you said otherwise.
Despite the ache coursing through your body, you were aching more for his cock. God, you were even whining for it.
Coming home frustrated from work, you kissed down his jaw and suggested that he could take it out on you. That you were willing to be his stress reliever.
Much to your surprise, it ended up with his fingers endlessly fucking you and playing with your clit, bringing you four orgasms without his cock ever touching you once.
Not even passed your lips.
“Imagine if our friends knew that I fucked you like this on our coffee table, tied up and desperate for my cock. Hm?”
“S-so desperate.” you admitted, smiling as Dejun traced your lips with his thumb.
Straining his back from crouching down, Dejun decided to kneel on the floor to be at eye-level to you. To some, it may seem as if he was stooping down to you, making you equals. But you’ve learnt.
You learnt from the last time you tried to dominate him (to which you ended up calling in sick for work the next day, body completely sore and fucked).
Besides, it made it easier for him to see how pretty you looked.
“Look at what you did,” his previously gentle touch now turning a bit more sadistic when he interlaced your hair in between his fingers, pushing your head down,
“My cock whore liked my fingers a little too much, she even drooled all over the floor from her mouth hanging open from moaning so much.”
The way he talked to you as if you weren’t in the room made the sex all the better. Your skin felt like it was on fire with every touch he placed on you, your face expressing your please at his sexual treatment towards you.
You stared at the incredibly shallow puddle of your saliva on the floor, remembering how just seconds ago, you were on your forth orgasm from his hands. You bit your bottom lip in a smile out of amusement, knowing Dejun liked things messy.
Not to mention, there was a clear view of his crotch. Much like a tent, it only increased your desire to have his cock slam in and out of you until you felt brainwashed by it.
The only thing you wanted to dream about after this was the rhythm of his cock thrusting into you. But you weren’t too sure if you could, your boyfriend had come home quite pent up. And you had proposed to be his fuckdoll.
Not that you weren’t already.
“I know you like it, Junnie.” you taunted him.
“Yeah,” he said as he slapped you across your face, bringing you to face him again as he pressed your upper jaw,
“I do. And I love this slutty smile across your face. Enjoying your time, fuckdoll?”
“Mhm.” you nodded, his hand in your hair rather painful, but you still loved it. Maybe a little too much.
“So you admit, you’re yearning for my cock, aren’t you?”
“Yes Junnie,” you spoke with a slightly rasped voice, “I want you inside me. So, so bad.”
It was almost unnoticeable, but you were sure Dejun knew it was because of how much he had made you moan in both relief and agony.
Before standing up, Dejun placed a kiss against your forehead as he used both hands to graze up from your cheeks to your hair, pushing it back out of your face.
Knowing what was coming next, you were celebrating on the inside when you heard the faint sound of his jeans unzipping.
You gasped when you felt him lather his member with the cum that was leaking from your own pussy.
“The prettiest fucking pussy, and it belongs to me.” you giggled at his words, but was soon cut off by his actions less than a second after.
Slamming into you, your body jolted forward as a choked moan released from your throat. You already felt stretched open from his fingers, but his cock fit in your hole deliciously well even when it stung a little.
From behind, you felt Dejun hold your tied figure by the lower arms. Keeping his cock snug inside you, he crouched down and whispered into your ear. His words bringing a smile that was engulfed with pleasurable bliss;
It’s just sex you repeat to yourself over and over. It’s an act between two people to relieve sexual tension with zero emotional attachment.
How are you supposed to keep yours feeling out of it when Kun is hovering your naked body whispering sweet nothings. With each thrust of his hips he says your name like prayer. Your fingers tangle in his mint hair bringing his face closer to yours.
It’s just sex you silently whisper to yourself as he collapses on top of you as you both ride out your highs. Slowly he rolls onto the bed next to you and reaches down taking your hand in his. Closing your eyes you memorize the feeling of his skin touching yours. There’s a silence in the air. The only sounds are the sounds of both your breathing and the fan in the corner.
Glancing over at him he’s absolutely beautiful. His eyes are closed as his plush lips are slightly parted. There’s a feeling your chest you can’t exactly explain. Every part of your heart and soul is telling you that you’re in love. Looking away from him quickly you know you need to push those feelings away.
pairing: prince!yangyang x princess!reader
genre: fluff, angst, medieval au (but not really), royalty au
word count: 4.4k
details: female reader, some cursing, other nct/wayv members as characters (jeno is kind of a douche), duel scene (mentions of blood/weapons), inclusivity notice; to the best of my awareness, I wrote this without mention of reader’s height, weight or skin/hair color.
summary: yangyang is not pleased about being forced to marry you, the princess from the next kingdom over who is widely unliked. yangyang never expected to fall in love at first sight, and never expected to fight to the death for you, either.
the kingdom of wheyshen needs wheat
they always have, ever since the time that the kingdom boundaries were drawn between wheyshen and encity
not just wheat, but metal and fabrics as well, which were made in high quality by the people of encity as time went on and the separation between the two kingdoms widened
for several decades, wheyshen traded with the lee kingdom from far away
it became hard to transport goods, especially during winter and when the rogues in the forests would interfere with the shipping
so, one of the first things that kun did when his father handed him the king’s position in the kingdom was to strike up a deal with the neighboring kingdom for the highly necessary products
due to the complicated past of the two kingdoms, and because kun was willing to do anything to make the lives of his people easier, the deal was struck on one condition
the prince of wheyshen would have to marry the princess of encity
and kun knew he was about to get an earful from his little brother when he told him the news
“what?!” yangyang almost threw his chair back as he stood up, “who gave you the permission to marry me off to some stranger??”
“the divine right to rule directly from the gods,” kun states monotonously, “and dad”
“I don’t care about the gods, they can go pull themselves out of their own asses. I'm not getting married.”
“you are. you don’t have to do it, like, tomorrow but you will get married to their princess.” kun explains
he moves closer to yangyang’s desk where he’s currently standing, tearing off grapes from the bowl of fruits on the desk and starts popping them into his mouth
“I heard their princess is a witch.” yangyang mumbles through his hand that’s supporting his cheek
kun gives him a blank stare, mouth filled with grapes, “she’s not a witch.”
“how do you know? have you ever met her?”
“no,” kun stops eating, “but if she is, wouldn’t you be the person to think it’s cool to have a witch princess as a wife? she could, like, make potions for you and stuff.”
“that’s not the point.” yangyang whines, dropping back down into his seat, “she’s not even liked by her own kingdom because of all the rumors around her. people haven’t seen her since she was a baby.” yangyang whispers the last part
“you sure do know a lot about your future wife already.” kun laughs
“the prince’s club talks about her a lot.”
the prince’s club is a group of all the prince’s in the area, not minding any kingdom boundaries or past histories
kun was once a part of the club, he knows what goes on during their meetings and what is talked about during the club’s horse rides
he’s 99.9% sure everyone is just over exaggerating
“well, you’ll be the first person to see her and find out for yourself. their whole family is coming over to sign the final contract in a few days.” kun puts his foot down on the matter
“I hate you.” yangyang says in a cutesy and high-pitched manner
“I hate you, too, demon child.” kun replies back as he walks out of yangyang’s study, “and don’t think even about running away or I'll chain you to your bed for the next few nights.”
“kun.... don’t say it like that.”
the few days between kun’s conversation with yangyang and the arrival of your family goes by quick, and pretty soon, yangyang is standing outside of the front doors of the wheyshen castle waiting for you
his family aren’t the only ones out here
there are servants, noble men and women, and knights who have all gathered this morning to catch the first glimpse of you
your carriages are like a parade through the front yard of the castle, and finally they all stop and the driver of one carriage opens the door
first steps out the king, your dad, after that the queen, and after that their oldest son, who is next in line for the throne
yangyang remembers his name is doyoung; he has never met him personally, but he heard that there is a very big stick up his ass
yangyang wonders if you’re like your older brother
everyone holds their breath when another hand pops out of the carriage, covered in a glove and grasped by your brother’s grip
he helps you step out, and the whole lawn of people greeting you gasp in wonder as everyone sees you for the very first time
you are the definition of a princess
the aura around you, how you hold yourself and how you hold a strong gaze with the people around you shakes everyone with curiosity and adoration
yangyang doesn’t even notice what you’re wearing or the tiara on your head, he can only see the gaze you send him as your feet delicately touch the ground
murmurs rise out of the crowd but quickly end when your family moves closer to yangyang’s, people dropping down to their knees to bow at royalty
your father politely greets kun, exchanging some words of congratulations to kun’s new position as king
there’s some more greetings exchanged between queens and yangyang’s father as he sits in a chair, too frail to stand up, but yangyang is only looking at you
warmth seeps into his chest and down to his stomach, like a flood of feelings he has never felt before
the flood covers his heart and makes it beat faster
it’s a scary feeling, but so exhilarating and addicting, as if yangyang is riding his prized race horse as fast as he can go through the fields behind the castle
the chatter between your families dies down and the attention suddenly turns to you two, making yangyang even more nervous
if you’re feeling any emotion similar to the ones that he’s feeling, you’re hiding it pretty well
yangyang feels kun lightly push on his shoulder and it effectively snaps him out of his reverie
“I'm pleased to meet you.” yangyang can barely get the words out of his mouth, feeling like peanut butter is stuck to his tongue
he reaches forward and gently takes your gloved hand in his, kissing the top of your knuckles, looking up at you afterwards
“it’s a pleasure to meet you, too.” with your angelic voice and your soft smile towards him, yangyang feels like he just got KO-ed
his head is fuzzy and he’s sure he looks like a fool with his jaw slacked and gapping at you
however, both families start to move inside before yangyang can really process his embarrassment
people on the lawn start to scatter, still trying to get one good look at you as you walk side by side with yangyang into the castle
he almost jumps out of his skin when you talk to him, not expecting to hear your voice so close to him
“I heard you like horseback riding?” you ask, and yangyang can feel himself heat up
mentally, he’s beating himself up for reacting like this to a girl
he’s been around PLENTY of girls, but something about you is so highly and elevated that yangyang can’t help but fall into your palm and cozily stay there
“y-yeah. I do.” he answers simply, but the words felt like they took hours to think of and leave his mouth
“I do, too! we should go riding tomorrow after brunch.” you propose
“how about we go riding for brunch? we could have a picnic.” yangyang suddenly remembers a spot in the mountains where the sun isn’t blinding and the breeze is cool during this time of year
and then he realizes he just asked you to brunch and made plans with you as if you didn’t just meet 5 minutes ago
he heats up again, suddenly remembering who you are and who he is, and questioning how in the hell you can have him in a vegetative state in one minute and absolutely head over heels for you in the next
“sounds like a date!” you send him that smile of yours once again
yangyang trips over his shoes, sliding along the castle’s tile floor before quickly picking himself up again and walking forward as if nothing happened
(you try not to notice his fall, biting back a laugh)
yangyang can barely sleep that night, and when he does fall asleep, the moon is already lowering in the night sky
maybe that’s why yangyang is almost late to your brunch date
he’s running out of his room, pulling on his riding boots and practically launching himself around every corner of the castle
he runs into the kitchen and thanks the cooks who hand him a picnic basket (he’s moving too fast to see them roll their eyes at him)
sliding into the barn, yangyang breathes a sigh of relief when he doesn't see you waiting for him, taking a second to catch his breath
a second is all he gets before you open the barn door, looking around the place and then at him
“oh, you’re already here. I hope I didn’t keep you waiting.” the apologetic tone you use makes yangyang shake his head
“no, no. believe me when I say I just got here.”
after preparing your horses, you follow yangyang out of the barn and through the backyard of the castle until you’re no longer on the property
you ride through a small forest, over some fields, and then up one big hill before stopping and tying your horses to a nearby tree
laying down a blanket and the food yangyang picked up earlier, you begin eating brunch
and it hits both of you at the same time
you’re alone
in the middle of nowhere
together
yangyang, no matter how awkward the air around you begins to feel, can’t help but think that you really are so, so beautiful
these types of thoughts are new to him
maybe it’s because he knows he has to marry you one day, and his brain is tricking him into making this easier?
yangyang doesn’t have time to think further when he realizes he has been looking at you and you caught him in the act
“oh, sorry,” he panics, “there’s a bug on you.” he swats the imaginary bug off of your shoulder, mentally applauding himself for his quick thinking
that is, until his cuff catches on your sleeve and he’s left leaning over the food, tugging his wrist while trying not to rip your clothing
he begins to laugh nervously, eyes switching from looking at you to your sleeve before your hand covers his own
he stops moving, he stops all laughing, he doesn’t even think he breathes when you carefully pull his cuff off of your sleeve and let go of his hand gently, letting him fall back onto his side of the blanket
“I-I’m sorry, I just, I—” yangyang sighs at his own stuttering
he realizes he doesn’t feel like himself
why is he trying to shape himself into something he’s not when he’s around you
he decides that stops now
“honestly, I'm not sure how to act around you.” yangyang begins, watching how your face turns to look at him, “you’re my fiancé, but I don’t know you at all. I don’t even want to marry you.”
yangyang says the last sentence timidly, but bewilderment replaces the timidness when you sigh in relief
“that’s good because I don’t either.”
“wait, really?” yangyang perks up
“yes, really. I’ve lived my whole life without a fiancé, and one day one just falls into my lap. that’s how deals work with kingdoms, and that’s how I've been thinking about you for the past few days, just as a deal my dad is making with your brother. no offense, really, you seem like an awesome guy, but I'm just not interested in a relationship right now.”
you add on that last bit as a second thought, but yangyang caught the gist
somehow, your words make him relax tenfold and he doesn’t feel like someone else is talking and moving for him
however, there is that one part of him that aches when you call him “just a deal”
yangyang decides to deal with it later, taking things one step at a time for now
“my brother threw this onto my lap, too. it makes me less lonely knowing that I'm not the only one who’s feeling this way.”
“is your brother an uptight micro-manager with a stick up his ass?”
“yes... is yours?”
“yes!”
the more yangyang talked with you, the more he realized how similar you two are
you both loved horseback riding and pranking your older brothers
you both loved painting and eating the left over pastries that the kitchen is about to throw away
yangyang found out that you’ve been studying ever since you were little and that you wanted to be well-versed in as many subjects that you can be
and you didn’t judge yangyang when he honestly told you that he has no idea what he wants for his future
and he appreciates you for that
soon, the sun rises over the top of the sky and starts to sink back down towards the horizon, and sadly your “brunch” ends
“I'm glad we got to know each other better.” yangyang said as he rolled up the blanket you were sitting on
“me too. I'm glad I'm not being forced to marry someone who’s snobbish or boring”
yangyang laughs at the weird compliment, but that pang in his chest returns
forced...
is it bad that yangyang doesn’t feel like he’s being forced anymore?
is it bad that yangyang could.... willingly marry you?
he doesn’t feel trapped or like he would involuntarily be doing something
.... but do you still feel that way?
did the day you spend with yangyang not change your mind about your relationship like it did with his?
yangyang thinks about that the entire ride back to the castle, with secret side eyes to you and a heart that has unexpectedly sunk
the next morning, the two royal families gather for the signing of the contract
kun and your father are sitting at the table in one of the rooms in the castle, the two pieces of paper in front of them as they discuss the last terms and conditions
you’re standing next to yangyang and your mothers are standing only a few feet away
your brother is standing on the other side of yangyang; everyone waits patiently and silently as the kings do business
yangyang’s thoughts are still scrambled from the previous day, and he stares at the floor with his eyebrows screwed together
“are you okay?” you whisper from next to him, causing yangyang to jump slightly
“yeah, just tired.” he lies, and it makes you tilt your head at him
just as it looks like the kings have come to a final decision and they grasp their quill pens to sign the contracts in front of them, the doors to the room burst open, kun’s right hand man running into the room
“your highness, it’s the lee kingdom, they’re here.”
everyone in the room has just enough time to look at each other in perplexity before a group of your guards and the third royal family, the lees, walk into the room
king lee taeyong leads the way, along with his son, lee jeno
at the intrusion, yangyang feels you grab onto the back of his jacket, making him look at you to see uncomfortableness and slight fear in your eyes
“what’s this?” kun stands up from his chair, looking from king lee to his own right hand man to your father
“you are not legally allowed to sign that contract.” king lee states, producing a piece of paper and setting it on the table before your father
“according to this contract, your daughter cannot marry anyone other than my son, jeno.”
your father picks up the contract and reads it over, scoffing afterward
“this contract was created by our great-grandfathers.”
“it still applies to today. my son and your daughter were destined to marry each other before they were even born.”
while the three kings argue about the validity of such an old contract, yangyang feels you tug on the back of his jacket
he turns around to see the look of fear and uneasiness still on your face
“please, do something.” you're plea stuns yangyang, his mouth opening and closing as he tries to process your request
“like what?” he finally gets out
yangyang is just a prince, practically a nobody in this room when there are three kings and two soon-to-be kings here as well
“I can’t marry him.” you step closer to yangyang, you're dress pressing against his legs and your grip on his jacket tightening, “please, I just can’t.”
yangyang only realizes now that your fear is not from the situation currently happening in the room, but rather from the prince that stands by the entrance
lee jeno
tall and muscular and smart
maybe it would be better for you to marry jeno
yangyang feels a burning at the bottom of his stomach at his next thought, but it’s no doubt that it’s true:
you fit as jeno’s wife better than you fit as yangyang’s
you’ll be a queen one day if you marry jeno, but with yangyang you’ll only stay a princess
“why not? he’s better than I ever could be.” your eyebrows furrow for just a moment at yangyang’s words but you shake your head furiously
“he’s been trying to get me to marry him for years. I don’t care about what he has to offer, I don’t want to marry anyone.”
yangyang has to take a moment to feel pity for you
you’re being pressured into marriage from all sides when you don’t even want anything to do with matrimony
yangyang remembers what you told him the day before, that you’re glad you’re being forced to marry someone like him
although the words don’t sit well with him, he’s taking them and running with the idea that you’d rather be with him than with jeno
“we need to break up this contract, it’s no longer relevant with my kingdoms current needs.” yangyang hears your father declare as he tunes back into the conversation
“we can’t just break a several decade old contract because you don’t like it anymore. we’ll have to do it properly; either a trade, a rewrite, or a duel.” king lee states
“I'll duel.” yangyang speaks up without a second thought and jaws drop as everyone turns to look at him, “I’ll duel lee jeno.”
“huh?” jeno glances at his dad to try and figure out how he just got himself into a duel
“yangyang.” kun gives a deadly glare to his younger sibling, a que to sit down and shut up, but as always, yangyang never listens
“If I win, the old contract is destroyed, if jeno wins, it stays.”
no one speaks, only turning to look at jeno for his acceptance of the deal
when he nods, the three kings disperse and kun orders the guards to get the courtyard ready for tomorrow’s duel
if yangyang thought his sleep a few nights before was bad, that night’s sleep was even worse
yangyang and jeno have been in the prince’s club for the same amount of time and have known each other for years
yangyang knows how good jeno is at dueling
the cause of his tossing and turning was not for the fear of getting hurt or nerves of not breaking the contract
it was mostly about how stupid he was to suggest to duel one of the most skilled princes in the area
the next day, yangyang is in his tent, an assistant helping him put on his protective gear when you walk in
yangyang dismisses the assistant and turns back around to put on his gear himself
you take small steps to him, clearing your throat
“thank you for doing this. you have no idea how much I appreciate it.” yangyang is reminded of the core reason for his actions:
you
and because he still gets that warm feeling whenever he’s around you and thinks of you, he pushes his nerves aside and turns to look at you
“will you help me put this on?”
you nod and step closer, helping yangyang secure one of his forearm guards
“you’ll be okay... right?” you ask, your voice is full of jitters and you glance up at him for a second
“uh... well... jeno is pretty good at dueling and I..... have only done it three times before—”
“what?!” you yell, making yangyang jump
he’s never heard your voice at that volume before, and now that he takes a good look at you, you seem less composed than you usually do
“how can you agree to a duel with jeno when you aren’t experienced?”
“I am experienced... I have three fights under my belt.”
“did you win any of them?”
“... I won experience...”
his answer makes you sigh, and yangyang tilts his head
“are you worried?”
“yes.” yangyang’s heart does a backflip in his chest, almost jumping out of his throat in the process, but he quickly reminds himself about what the reason for your worry could be
“I-I mean... you don’t have to. I'll make sure one way or another that you won’t have to marry jeno.”
“that’s not what I'm worrying about right now... I don’t want you to get hurt.” yangyang feels like he’s about to pass out
you’re worried.... about him
he feels a rush of adrenaline fill him from head to toe
he thinks he might be able to do anything for you right at this moment
“I kind of made you do this, I don’t want you to get hurt because of me.”
“hey,” yangyang gently takes your hand in his, stopping you from fiddling with his forearm guard, “whatever happens is not your fault, I made the choice to do this, so it’s my responsibility all the way to the end.”
you and yangyang share a moment of silence; he thinks that was probably the most grown up thing he has ever said
if yangyang thought his heart was done jumping for joy, the feeling is not yet over
you reach into your dress pocket and pull out a handkerchief
it’s plain white, but your initials are stitched into the corner in purple thread
you tuck the piece of fabric between yangyang’s forearm guard and his sleeve, tying it around his wrist so that it doesn’t move
“you have my luck. please, yangyang, be safe.” and with that, you walk out of the tent
he feels like a new man when he walks out to the courtyard, sword in one hand and helmet in the other
he’s almost blinded by the adrenaline and thoughts of you from just a few minutes ago
he feels like he actually has a chance of winning this duel
however, once his helmet is on and the duel starts, yangyang faces reality
no matter how much adrenaline and hope he has, he still sucks at using a sword
his arm seems to weight a lot more than just a few minutes ago and jeno seems to be moving a lot faster than yangyang has ever seen him move before
the sound of metal clashing against metal and grunts leaving yangyang’s mouth fill the area, what seems like everyone from the castle watching on to see who’ll win the fight
yangyang thinks he’s about to lose until jeno retreats, letting yangyang take the offense and move closer
soon, yangyang has the upper hand and, by some miracle, jeno’s sword flies out of his hand, landing on the grass several feet away with jeno surrendering to yangyang
cheers and claps break out at the ending of the duel, but yangyang can’t hear anything, his shock too great to process what just happened
he drops his own sword, instead shaking his hand with jeno’s
jeno accepts the gesture, pulling yangyang closer by his hand and leaning into his ear
“have fun marrying y/n.” he chuckles lowly, walking away from yangyang to join his father
yangyang’s rush from victory and accomplishment die down as he watches jeno’s back retreat
.... did he just throw the duel? so that he won’t have to marry you?
yangyang can’t believe that jeno would do something like that, but the smirk on his face as he sends yangyang one more look tells him that maybe yangyang’s guess could be right
yangyang’s attention pulls away from jeno to you, already making your way down to where yangyang is standing, feet almost running to get to him quicker
you meet him in the middle of the courtyard, slowing down as you reach him
not knowing how to show your worry and affection, you grab onto his forearms and turn him to you, looking him up and down
“you’re okay?” you ask, pleading with your eyes for him to tell the truth
“yeah, I'm fine.” yangyang laughs; you don’t let go of him yet
“good. I don’t want my future husband to be hurt by me before we’re even engaged.” you try to joke, but yangyang doesn’t find it funny
instead, his smile sobers up and he opens his mouth a few times, trying to get the words stuck in his throat out into the thick air between you two
yangyang didn’t want to deal with his feelings right now, but he’s not sure if he’ll get the courage to confront you again
“so, I know you don’t want a relationship and that you feel forced into marrying me right now... but maybe one day that can be different?”
you swallow and keep staring at yangyang in response
“maybe... we can go on some more horseback rides, or maybe we can paint together someday?” yangyang’s confidence starts to fade when you’re not saying anything in return, your face still void of emotion
“I don’t know... I think I can learn to be a good husband.” yangyang finally gets his thought out, gaze falling as he kicks the ground lightly, waiting for your response
“yeah... I think I can learn to love you, yangyang” your response makes yangyang lift his head, the dumb smile on his face matching yours
maybe it’s okay that yangyang only partially won this game
in the end he’s the real winner, whether he truly won the match or not, because he gets to marry you
♡Pairing: Hendery x reader
♡Genre: Fluff
♡Warnings: none
[10.23AM]You wake up by Hendery gently shaking you awake. “I made us breakfast.” He whisper. You slowly sit up, smiling at your boyfriend. “You didn’t have to do this.” “I wanted to do this.” You press a kiss against his lips. “You’re the best.”
You’re munching on a pancake, Hendery is softy smiling at you. “Why are you looking at me like that?” You ask with your mouth full of pancake. Hendery laughs. “I’m just admiring you’re beauty.” You roll your eyes at him. “Don’t be so cheesy.” You giggle, pushing him away softly. “Can you believe we’ve been dating for over 6 months now. Like 6 months ago I just wanted to get to know your name and now we’re eating breakfast together while you’re wearing my hoodie. Life is amazing.” A big smile forms on your face at your boyfriends words, warmth spreading through your chest. “Life really is amazing.” You whisper before kissing him again.
“The safe word..what was it?? Ah yes, gold.” Ten pushes you onto the bed.
“On your stomach, hands behind your back.” You turn over as he demands, your ass up and ready, but little do you know what Ten has planned for you.
Ten takes silk rope that was placed inside the nightstand and ties both of your wrists together.
You squeal as he tightens it so tight, you know that you won’t be able to shimmy out of it if you tried.
Ten holds the back of your neck as he leans down to whisper into your ear.
“Ass up at all times, if you falter, you’ll be like this all night.”
You nod. You’d do anything to cum at this point.
“Ahhhh..my beautiful queen, how will I let the world...” he takes a breath before continuing, traces of sarcasm echoing in his tone. “And any other man..know that you are mine?”
THE REST OF PART TWO WILL BE UP THIS FRIDAY👀
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[8:40 PM] Beside one of the enormous pillars inside the palace, Yukhei stood rigid with his hand resting on the hilt of his sword.
The music from the orchestra circled the air with its soft tunes, lulling different lords and ladies to gather and dance to the center of the hall. Their jewels twinkled against the gargantuan chandeliers hanging above their heads. Yet Yukhei’s eyes were fixed to you, dancing with one of the princes.
When you spun, Yukhei saw the boredom in your face. However, when your eyes met his, a smile adorned your lips. Yukhei fought the urge to smile back, so he nodded his head instead.
Yukhei hates these kinds of gathering. And if he could, he would certainly leave his position and run away. The merriments in the palace has always failed to make his heart rejoice. It is a reminder of who he is and isn’t.
Yukhei gulped down the thorns prickling his throat. A knight should never cry.
So he watched you as he tried to burn down the affection burning inside his heart. Because knights were sworn to protect. Not to love.
