Dreamcatcher Imagines

𝗱𝗮𝗺𝗶 | yes princess

Reader Is: Neutral Age (Fantasy AU)
Categories: Fantasy, Fluff, Romance
Summary: Prince Dami pays the reader, her Princess, a visit.

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Cobblestone paths paved the way from your garden to your shingle-clad cottage, providing steppingstones for you to jump upon joyfully between overgrown flowers. Your philosophy had always been that it was the little things in life that brought happiness.

Little did you know that your biggest reason was at the end of the walkway, watching you play imaginary hopscotch with a soft smile on her face and hands clasped neatly behind her back.

When you stumbled on the next to last step, Lee Dami was there, lunging forward to grab your arm and pull you back up. As though she had let you get anywhere near the ground, she dropped to one knee and dusted off your apron neatly. "You okay, Princess?"

One day soon, the nickname would be your official title. Dami's would correspond – Heaven forbid it matched, for she would hate that, but there would be no doubts that you were hers.

For the time being, you were still a commoner. It was the way that you were destined to live until you got married, but you were quite happy with it. You enjoyed the peace and quiet of the simple life. Not dissimilarly, Dami's calm demeanor was what had entranced you with the young royal when you had first met.

"Fine, my Prince," you mumbled shyly. "Thank you."

Dami pulled the basket of vegetables that you had collected off of your arm, linking hers with its sudden free space instead. "I'd hate to see all your hard work on the ground," she smiled. "Can I help you with anything?"

"Try one of the tarts that I baked this morning while I cook dinner?"

"Gladly." Dami's eyes lit up at the prospect, and her blush tongue slipped between her similarly colored lips to lick their soft surface. "They're not blueberry, by chance, are they?"

"What else would they be? If I didn't make blueberry, my Prince would be disappointed."

Dami pulled a face. "That's not true," she returned, but you both knew that you were right.

"And when will you be leaving me this evening?" you asked as Dami stepped inside.

She leaned around you, perusing the offerings on your kitchen counter. "Hmph, don't worry about that," she mumbled. "These the tarts?"

"Mhm, help yourself. So, does this mean that I get you all to myself for the evening?"

Dami frowned as she rummaged through your conglomerated utensils for a fork. "Why don't you separate your – ah, found one. Er, yes, I suppose so." She stuck her utensil of choice into the pastry and arranged herself a bite. "Anything special you wanted to do?"

"I'd be happy if I could just fall asleep in your arms," you spoke softly, glancing over at Dami as you began peeling one of the potatoes that you had washed. "Can you stay over?"

Dami smiled. "'Course." She chewed another bite of her tart thoughtfully before adding, "I'll likely leave before you wake. Is that alright?"

You sighed slightly in disappointment, but you couldn't say that you weren't expecting such a statement. "Certainly, it will be, my Prince."

"Oh, Princess," Dami chided you, dropping the tart that she held to wrap her arms around your waist. "I know that you're upset. You didn't call me 'love.'"

"Sorry," you muttered, hiding your growing blush with an embarrassed half-smile. "You have duties, I understand, my love."

"One day you'll have me all to yourself," Dami murmured into your ear. She kept you in her embrace and continued to speak as you began chopping away. "You'll never have to work again; we'll live the good life." She leaned her head against your shoulder, a slight sigh of her own escaping her lips. "I can't wait to give you the world."

"You already have." You turned around in Dami's arms and cupped her soft chin with one hand. "Because I have you."

Dami scoffed, turning her head away in embarrassment. Her gaze soon returned to yours, however, to beg in polite silence for a kiss that you granted to her. The taste of her beeswax lip balm still mingled amongst the hints of pastry she had already devoured and made you smile against her mouth. She returned the expression in kind.

"I love you," you whispered.

The meal that you were cooking was forgotten the moment that Dami swept you into her arms, the warm fabric of her royal suit jacket embracing you just as her touch did. Her dark, seeking eyes were an invitation in themselves, but she didn't let you consider their offer before she gifted it to you instead.

Pale blonde tresses cascaded onto your face and shielded the world from view as Dami's lips met yours with ardor. But you didn't feel as though you were missing a thing: she was your world, you had the whole of it in your hands that held her plump cheeks.

"I love you, too, Princess," she responded finally, the words mumbled against your mouth. You had forgotten all about your earlier sentiments as your brain became clouded with a certain haze that only Dami could invoke within you.

Then she was nipping at your bottom lip, requesting your full attention as she parted their supple surface for her tongue to slip between. A soft moan granted it to her as the electrifying sensation made your jaw drop.

Heat coursed through your veins, fiery desire pulling her closer and fidgeting with her coat. "Take it off," you whined as she broke momentarily from your lips.

Dami stepped away, slender fingers rising to each gold button to undo it at a snail's pace. She smirked at the way that you fidgeted and whimpered with hands uselessly hanging by your sides. Her show had you entranced.

Even more hypnotizing was the black shirt that she wore under her uniform, a skintight garment that strained over her taut muscles and full breasts. You could see nearly every line of her body, and a sharp inhale pierced the air as your eyes raked over them.

Dami smiled, tossing her jacket aside as she pulled you in again. Her nose nudged yours gently, lips just brushing yours. She was allowing you to show her just how much you wanted her.

But you didn't just want her, you craved her: the way that she felt under your trembling hands when you palmed her breasts, the way that she responded to your touch with satisfied hums, the way that she tasted as you blazed a trail of kisses from her jawline to her neck.

She needed you just as desperately. Dami tugged at whatever she could to open you to her, from your apron to the kerchief that held back your hair which she tangled her slender fingers in. She brought you back to her lips with a simple tug to your tresses and licked greedily into your mouth. You were both getting lost in each other, fire coursing through your veins as it melded your hearts together as one.

Then, a sudden breeze from the open window blew awareness into your mind. It was getting colder outside, growing later in the day, and you had abandoned your unassembled meal on the counter. Your gaze strayed to the pane of glass left askew and the chopping block under it, dismay filling your expression.

Dami's slender fingers flitted to your chin, tilting it so that she could meet your gaze again. Clearly thinking that you were catching a chill, she offered, "Shall I draw us a bath?"

"I-I have to make dinner, my lo—"

Dami pushed those notions aside with a wave of her hand in the air. "Forget it, Princess," she whispered, needy hands flirting with the ties of your apron once more. "I'll do it. Let me take care of you tonight."