Guilty Pleasures (Reader x Various lemons)

Beautiful Lie (Lotor x Reader)

Laying exhausted like you did most nights, you turned your head and watched as the prince left your side and quickly rustled around for his clothes. Panting, you reach up to your throat and wince. His grip was almost deadly this night, perhaps the negotiations didn't go well? He often took his frustrations out on you, only solemnly seeking refuge in a different concubine's chambers. Those nights you found the most peace.

The prince turns his head and noticed your painful expression. "Did I not satisfy you, darling?" his voice smooth like velvet to your ears, you despised it. Even more so, you despised how much it made you crave him. You briefly look at him, before sitting up, matching the expression of a statue.

"The only satisfaction I get from you, is when you leave." you spat, resting your back against the cold wall, your body turned towards him. Crossing your legs in the lotus position, you ignored his running cum gushing from your core, but rather focused on your tough-as-nails façade. The prince never bought it.

"Oh? Do you hate me that much?" he asks, standing up, now fully clothed. He saunters to your bedside, but his yellow orbs studied you, watching for any sign of weakness. "I gave you a comfortable room instead of a freezing cell, I gave you far better quality meals than most of my underlings, and I allow you to continue studying what your species call alchemy. Have I been nothing but generous to you?" You grimaced at his words.

What he calls generous, you call sex slavery. Of course he would want to take relatively decent care for you, if not for his own gain. You're no genius, but you are observant, and what you noticed was Prince Lotor didn't keep anyone around, unless they can be useful. You wouldn't be surprised if the other girls were medics, soldiers, or scientists. But you? You were just a nutjob human; studying a dead form of science-meets-occultism, which didn't amount to anything besides being abducted by the prince and his cohorts.

Waiting for a response, Lotor's yellow eyes shined with amusement and his smirk widens, just like when you first met. "What?" you snap at him, folding your arms over your bare chest. "You expect me to grovel and apologize for my insolence?" you mocked, not even batting an eye. The prince frowns as he comes closer, his knees dipping into the mattress, and soon he was towering over you, the palms of his hands slam against the wall, his face inches away from yours.

"I suggest you start being thankful for what I've given you. You are expendable and can be tossed out whenever the mood suites me." his threat rings in your ears, but instead of you being scared, you prey for that outcome.

"You promise? Please do, I'm tired of being part of a collective, just some souvenir from the planets you visit." your words spat venom, but you didn't flinch from his intimidating presence. The prince stares at you, too long for your comfort. He was calculating something, you could feel it. You didn't dare ask him what, he would show you soon enough. This cat and mouse game you both play continuously with each other, he's not the type to admit defeat and neither were you.

"Is that what's bothering you, darling?" he asks, his pretentiously sweet voice returning. He backs away, cupping your cheek softly with his bare hand. "I'm ashamed I haven't noticed it before, please accept my apologies." Your body flares up, his touch sending tingles throughout your senses, clouding them from the underlying meaning of his words. He knows you'll cave in too, like so many times before. That bastard.

"J-Just go, please. You have duties to attend to, my prince." you mutter, defeated. Lotor wells up with pride, he's won this round. He goes to move off the bed, but not before leaving a searing hot, rousing kiss on your bruised lips from kisses past. You hate yourself for melting each and every time he locks lips with you.