F*ck me like Royalty

𝕾𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖓

Sometimes there's feelings or memories that we want to tell people, but we just can't seem to get the words out to tell them.  

But it's ok, there's always tomorrow, right?

:🪷,

The day had passed by quickly, making the night arrive even quicker. Jisung sighed and groaned as he sat on the bed with wobbly legs. He spent the day avoiding his parents and basically anyone, especially Minho, but somehow Minho would always find Jisung no matter what.

He checks his notifications after snuggling up under the covers. Just as his eyelids start to get heavy, there walks in Minho. He walks up next to Jisung bed, his hand gently going through Jisungs hair, "missed me?" he smiles watching Jisung frown. "Why?" Minho says, clearly teasing Jisung which doesn't sit right with the other, "Because you fucking paralyzed me for the day!" he yells, grabbing the covers and putting them over his head so he's now 'invisible' to Minho.

Minho chuckles while watching the unintentional cute actions by the other. He grabs the covers and gently removes them from Jisung only to reveal an adorable angry pout on the prince's face. He kisses the pout away and stands up, "You know it's my last day, I'm leaving soon." Jisungs humphs and turns to face the other side. "So you're not gonna say goodbye?" Minho says with a smile plastered on his face watching as the stubborn Jisung doesn't move one bit.

"Alright, be glad now, but worry later, I'll see you another day princess." Minho says, turning around and walking out the door and closing it behind him, leaving Jisung again alone.

Jisung didn't know what Minho meant by 'I'll see you another day' but he didn't care to wonder at the moment, he was ready to hibernate.

¿(._.)?

That night, Jisung had dreams he's never had before, dirty dreams. Dreams that went mostly along the lines of Minho thrusting into him as Jisung screamed out his name. Or every now and then, the dream would stop, and another one would start, the other dream being Minho thrusting into Jisungs mouth as his semen would fill him. Although both dreams made Jisung wake up sweating terribly and out of breath.

After hours of trying to go back to sleep with no success of his mind not being filled with thoughts of Minho fucking him to death, he finally gave up. At three something in the morning, he got out of bed, putting his hooded sweater on, and keeping the same sweatpants he was wearing to sleep, not even caring to put on proper shoes, and just resorting to slippers.

He snuck past the guards and walked out the house, maneuvering around the security cameras so he wouldn't get caught. "Fuck!" He whispered as he saw a guard coming his way, quickly not thinking, he jumped into a rose bush.

His hand goes over his mouth to avoid yelling from the thorns going through his ankle and wrists. Waiting until the guard was out of sight, then getting out, wiping down his pants and sweater, making sure nothing was on him, to continue walking on.

The prince decides that there's no better place to go, then to take a walk in the park. Once he gets there, he sits on the bench, completely ignoring his previous idea to walk when his legs are still sore. The dark view calms him as he controls his breathing, looking out into the small lake with tiny fish, and the tall trees that look over the bridges. The sounds of crickets fill the air and the smell of new, clean, and fresh oxygen fills his lungs, something he's been missing out on for a while now.