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chance x fem!afab!reader - knight x princess.

(18+, roleplay, cunnilingus, fingering, slight sub!chance but not really,, he's just whipped. chance cums in his pants. "my lady" "your highness" & "princess" used for reader. reader calls chance "sir" because, well,, knight. reader is described to have long/mid length hair and boobs.)

a/n: this is my first ever smut but honestly it's less smut and more fluffy bits. i'm sorry if it,, sucks 😭

"do knights usually accompany their princesses to their chambers, my lady?"

you chuckle softly, as chance opens the bedroom door for you graciously, bowing with a gesture that would look silly, if not for the genuine respect with which he does it.

"not usually, but my maid has taken ill. i don't trust any of the others to see me to bed - only you, sir."

when you'd asked him to roleplay with you during intimacy, he'd agreed immediately. roleplaying was his love, his passion - so when you shyly confessed you wanted to roleplay a particular fantasy of yours, he was more than excited. he was elated, and when you told him you had a thing for knights and princesses, and had agreed so eagerly to indulge this fantasy that it almost felt as though he was already in the role of the doting, loyal knight.

that's how you ended up being escorted to your room by a starry-eyed chance, who'd tried insisting he carry you up the stairs like a gallant knight ought to, but had ultimately relented when you'd expressed that that probably wasn't the safest route to the bedroom. now, you're walking through the bedroom door with a graceful, self-assured air about you befitting a true princess, and chance is holding the door and watching you walk like you truly are one.

when you sit down on the edge of the bed, you smile at chance, who's evidently waiting for you to beckon him in, waiting on your command like a loyal knight should.

"come."

he obliges immediately, a genuine twinkle in his eyes at being ordered, and he arrives at your feet. he places a hand over his heart, bows his head, and kneels.

god. you could marry this man.

"my lady," chance murmurs, his head still bowed. "if you'll permit me to say so, it feels... improper, to be here with you, like this. did you need me for something, or am i permitted to take my leave?"

you pout, in a display of faux sadness, and reach down, gently placing two fingers under chance's chin, tilting his head up to look at you.

"are you really so eager to depart from me, sir chance?" you say, your tone something like mocking hurt and teasing. chance shakes his head vehemently, and goes to protest, but you interrupt him immediately.

"actually, i did need you for something." you say, a coy smile playing on your features. "i mentioned that my lady's maid has taken ill, yes? well... she usually helps me get ready for bed - helps with my clothes, my hair, and such."

you release his chin from your fingers, and lean back where you sit on the bed with a self-satisfied air about you. you give chance a smile that's equal parts tenderness and challenging, innocent and seductive.

"would you help me undress, my knight?"

chance visibly swallows, and his cheeks flush slightly. you see the way his breathing hitches as you ask the question, so innocently, yet so suggestive. he looks up at you with wide, uncertain, desire-filled eyes.

"this is, um... outside of my duties, princess." he mumbles apologetically. you raise an eyebrow at him.

"is looking after your princess not one of your duties, then?" you ask, impatiently. "are you not loyal enough to assist your lady with the simplest of tasks?"

he gives you what you can only describe as hurt puppy-dog eyes beneath his glasses, and you smile sweetly down at him.

"undress me."

"yes, your highness."

ideally, you'd be in a gown with varying layers, and a corset that he could unlace in the intimate way you've only dreamed about - but alas, you don't own one. you're only roleplaying, so you've had to settle for your regular clothes - a simple, loose-fitting dress, with a zipper that runs down the spine. you've worn this dress many times before, and ironically, have had to call chance for help zipping you into and out of it.

still, chance's gaze is no less loving as he stands, and you follow, turning around so that he can unzip you. you make no attempt to move your hair out of the way of the zip - you're a princess, why would you do anything when you could just stand there looking pretty whilst your loyal knight does the work for you? with gentle care, chance scoops your loose hair up into a makeshift ponytail with one hand, holding it up and out of the way as he pulls the zip of your dress down with the other.

he does it slowly, carefully, as though teasing himself. when the zip is down, he brushes his fingers down your spine gently, and you shiver at the contact. with the back of the dress now open, the thin straps have already started to slip down, and, releasing your hair, chance deftly hooks his fingers under the falling straps to gently pull them - and subsequently, the top of the dress - down, off your shoulders and down your chest. he inhales a shuddering breath at the sight of your chest, the way it rises and falls with each breath, the way your bra cups your breasts, and he looks at you as though you're a work of art.

"my lady, may i... may i speak freely?" he breathes, his cheeks flushed and his gaze so unbearably tender. you nod gently, encouraging him to speak his mind. he takes another shaky breath.

"you're perfect." he murmurs, his voice full of emotion. you know he means it. your own breathing hitches, and you look at him with longing.

"so perfect." he continues. "if you'll allow me... i'd like to personally show you my admiration for my princess."

he lets go of the straps of your dress, letting the thin bodice fall to your waist. his hand comes up to your collarbone, and he so clearly aches to touch you - but he won't; not without your permission.

"may i?"

you nod, and that's all it takes for him to descend upon you, his lips on the smooth expanse of your chest immediately, kissing all the way up from your sternum to your collarbone. one of his hands rests upon the bare skin of your back, pressing your body to his mouth, and the other loosely on your still-clothed waist. he kisses you gently, reverently, not biting or sucking - just softly pressing his lips to your skin.

he brings his hand up from your waist and unclasps the back of your bra, sliding its straps down and letting the bra come loose. you move your arms to assist chance in taking it off, and the bra falls away, leaving your chest now completely bare before him. he's seen you naked before, yes, but the look in chance's eyes is no more awestruck than it was the first time he saw you.

"you're... so beautiful." chance breathes, his hand coming up to gently trace the swell of your breast. his thumb catches on your nipple, and your breathing hitches just a touch. he smiles.

"i'm gonna take the rest off, so that i can see all of you - then i'll show you how beautiful you are. okay?"

you nod again, and he's moving his hands back to your waist to tug the loose fabric of your dress over your hips. it pools to the floor, where he kneels once more, hands either side of the hem of your underwear, looking up at you with nothing less than utter devotion.

"i like you like this." you confess, almost shyly in the way you say it. your voice still carries the air of praising him for kneeling at your feet, but there's something softer to it, too. a genuine appreciation for just how sweet chance can be.

he laughs quietly - a rare moment of him breaking character. it sounds like something between a chuckle and a giggle, and you think it's the sweetest sound you've ever heard.

"i like being like this." he says earnestly, no longer in character, for a brief moment. "i like treating you like this - like a princess. you deserve it, y'know?"

chance hooks a thumb under the waistband of your underwear to bring it down a little, and presses a chaste kiss to your hip. he looks up at you with a warm, genuine smile, and starts to tug your underwear down your legs. it pools at your ankles on the floor, and you step out of it, discarding it to the side with the rest of your clothes. you're now fully bared to him, and you swear you hear his breathing hitch as his eyes glance upon your unclothed sex.

you grin at him before perching yourself on the edge of the bed again, now back into princess-mode and very much enjoying chance's enjoyment of your bare form. your smile is almost innocent, but there's an undeniable sexuality behind it, too.

"normally, my maid would help me get dressed for bed, at this point." you muse. "but... i think there's something else i need your assistance with, my knight."

you open your legs slightly so that chance can better see your glistening arousal, just how wet you are already because of him. he visibly takes a shuddering breath, and when you glance down, you see from the strain in his pants that he's also undeniably turned on.

"i can't go to bed when i'm feeling this... needy." you pout, giving chance your best pleading look, batting your eyelashes for him.

"will you help your princess relieve this tension before bed?"

"god, yes - i mean, yes, your highness."

with that, he leans up from where he's knelt before you, and presses his lips against yours in a way that's equal parts gentleness and need. he reaches up to cup your cheeks in his hands, and holds your face like you're the most precious thing in the world - because you are, in chance's eyes.

you bring your hands down to paw at the collar of his shirt, lightly tugging it upwards in a silent plea. chance understands your wordless request immediately, and obliges straight away, getting up and allowing you to situate yourself on the bed properly before he's there too, his clothed body enveloping your naked one. he gazes down at you with nothing but the utmost adoration, and then his lips are on you again, kissing his way down from your jaw to your throat and chest, stopping as he reaches your breasts.

"i'm so lucky to have you like this, my lady." he breathes against your skin, pressing a small kiss to the left side of your chest, right where your heart is. his hands come up to cup your breasts, gently kneading the soft flesh.

"not many other knights in the fleet get to say they've had the princess like this." he murmurs, taking one of your nipples between his forefinger and thumb, gently toying it in the way he knows you like. when you shudder, he grins.

"no one else gets to have you like this. only me, yeah?"

it's a rare bout of possessiveness from chance, and even if it's under the guise of a roleplay, it still makes you run a little hotter under him, a deep flush spreading all the way from your chest to the tips of your ears. you nod, arching your back into him slightly.

"only you." you affirm softly, gasping as he kisses just above one of your nipples. he's about to take it into his mouth, but then you breathe a quiet "i love you", and he looks up at you once more, with nothing short of reverence in his eyes.

"i love you, princess."

now he's taking your nipple into his mouth, closing his lips around the sensitive bud and circling his tongue around it in a way that makes you squirm underneath him. the noises he makes are sinful - sucking, hungry breaths and hums of approval, as his other hand squeezes and toys at your other breast. his hips grind on top of yours, his hard, clothed cock right where you need it: your bare, slick sex.

he pulls away from your breast to look at you properly, his mouth still connected to your nipple by a string of saliva, which makes you both giggle at its lewdness.

"i'm all yours, my lady." he says, his glasses falling down his nose a little at the way he looks down at you. you giggle again, and reach up to push them back up with one finger.

"heh - thanks." he chuckles, his cheeks tinted the sweetest shade of pink, and then he's back in character again. "just... tell me where you need me. i'll give you anything."

you nod, sighing dreamily up at him.

"such a loyal knight." you praise, placing your hands on his shoulders and pressing down gently, enough that he understands that you're trying to push him lower.

"i want you to use your mouth on me, like you did just now."

"of course, princess."

chance nods eagerly at your demand, instantly grabbing one of the pillows behind your head and shifting to sit at the lower end of the bed. you lift your hips slightly, and he places the pillow underneath your hips, putting a gentle hand on one hip to press you down. he lowers himself, his breathing coming in a little heavier now, as he's finally eye-level with your sex.

he hooks one hand over your thigh, turning his head to adorn it with small, featherlight kisses. you plead with him silently, squirming a little to urge him to finally touch you there, and that's all the permission he needs before he's parting your pussy with his fingers, and gently kissing your clit.

you sigh contently at the feeling, and he smiles against you, kissing your pussy again and again, alternating between lips and tongue as he lavishes your clit with attention. small whines begin to escape your lips, and they send a jolt of arousal straight to chance's cock. he moans, too, the vibrations so delicious against your sensitive flesh, and you move your hips upwards into his mouth a little more at the sensation.

he begins to move his tongue against your clit more specifically, now, circling the sensitive bud over and over, targeting that one spot that makes you whine. he eats you like he's starved for it, like he lives to please, and it makes you feel like you truly are his princess, the way he caters to your needs so perfectly.

as you come more and more undone, chance elects to take things further, bringing a finger up to your dripping hole and teasing it gently. when you look down at him and nod eagerly, he smiles at you, and pushes the didget in slowly. your head falls against the pillow, and you moan breathily at the feeling of his finger inside of you.

"you okay, princess?"

"ah - more than okay. keep going, please."

"as you wish."

he starts to pleasure you with more fervor, now, one hand tugging the side of your pussy open to devour your clit with more precision, and the other curling his middle finger up and into you in a way that makes your moans get louder and louder. every time you moan, he moans against you, and soon enough, the room is filled with the symphony of your combined breaths, whines and moans, punctuated by chance's licking and the sound of his fingers fucking you so perfectly.

you don’t know if you're going to last, with how perfectly your lover touches you. he's so in tune with your body that it makes your heart sing and your pussy ache in tandem, and to your dismay, you think you're going to come embarrassingly fast.

you don't even have a chance to warn him before your body stiffens, his tongue finding that exact spot that brings you over the edge, his finger pressing right against where you need it to. you cry out something between a breath and a moan, and strangely enough, so does chance - who works you through your orgasm as he moans into you, pumping his finger and swirling his tongue until your squirming form goes slack beneath him, utterly satisfied.

for a moment, you lie still, catching your breath, before you sit yourself up, gazing at chance with complete tenderness and satisfaction. he sits up, too, and leans forward, capturing your lips in a slightly sloppy kiss that tastes of your arousal. it's a gentle kiss, not a lustful one, despite the situation, and he pulls away to look at your flushed face.

"was that to your liking, my lady?" he asks, his own cheeks reddened and his glasses a little steamy. you giggle airily, nodding.

"it was wonderful, chance. i'm, um-" you look between your legs, at the way your thighs are completely slickened with both your arousal and your release.

"i'm sorry it didn't last very long."

you look away, and chance takes one of his hands to cup your cheek gently, tilting your face to look at his again. his smile is completely and utterly tender.

"it was perfect, my dear. you were perfect."

your expression grows soft, and your heart aches in your chest at how much you can see the love in his eyes. you kiss him again gently, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

"did you still want to...?"

chance's face reddens, and he looks slightly embarrassed, though you can't fathom why. he laughs, a small, nervous laugh, one that has his voice cracking in the middle of it.

"ah - um, i..."

his eyes flit down to his crotch, and your gaze follows his curiously. his crotch is stained with a damp patch that darkens the fabric of his pants. your eyes widen slightly and a grin spreads across your face. that's why, when you came, when your voice took up in pleasure, so had his - he'd come in his pants.

"you came?" you ask, clearly absolutely delighted at this revelation, your eyes wide with adoration as you look at him. chance nods, laughing sheepishly.

"haha, um... yeah." he huffs, as though he can't quite believe it himself.

"it's just... the roleplaying got to me more than i thought it would. you were so into it, i was so into it..." he chuckles again. "we've got to keep doing this - roleplaying in the bedroom. please?"

he looks at you with puppy-dog eyes again, and you giggle, kissing him on the cheek.

"of course." you say, like he didn't even need to ask. he grins triumphantly.

"yes - i... i have so many other ideas. so many different fantasies to try-"

you cut him off with a quick kiss to his lips, swinging your legs over the side of the bed, looking at him invitingly.

"i'm sure you do." you say, fondly. you glance at your now-drying thighs, and the damp spot on chance's pants. "but how about we just get in the shower, for now."

chance's expression softens, and he nods, getting up and off the bed. he stands above you and offers his hand out, to help you up.

"anything you want, my lady."

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