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Your heart had one true love and that was your personal knight — the one who braided your hair, brought you jewellery he had made, let you “run” off into the forest and each time he acted like he caught you. You loved adventures, and that's how you found yourself in this predicament. You unknowingly trusted a witch, who laid this curse onto you. Your knight found your helpless body lying on the green grass surrounded by flowers and animal life.

Now you were stuck in your tower, with your beloved knight who was stuck watching countless princes and noble men kiss you.

One day, Sir Roy finally had the guts to kiss you — hoping he could awaken you.

Roy missed his princess, the one that would drive him crazy, the one that would send him on tasks just to escape the kingdom for a while. The one that was set to marry a prince from a fellow kingdom — only for the curse to thankfully spoil those plans.

“Whoever awakens the princess, gets to marry her.” Echoed in his head, and Roy wished that it could be him. He didn't want to marry into the royal family for money, or power… but for you.

He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing. Brushing the strands of hair out of your face, while licking his lips. Closing his eyes slowly as he leaned in and finally brushed his lips against yours. Roy kissed you gently, and pulled back — his eyes slowly opening and sighed when it appeared you were still asleep.

He turned his back towards your sleeping body, and began standing up. Only to find a warm hand touching his arm, he looked back at you, your eyes heavy with sleep and your lips parted. “Roy… What happened?”

The butterflies in his chest flew rapidly, and the smile on his face grew more intense as he began the realization that you're his true love.

"You're finally awake, your highness."

You were curious but you didn’t ask anything. He wouldn’t even answer, so you didn’t tire yourself out by trying. 

You sighed as you closed the finished report file and leaned back in the chair. Roy was flipping a pen. He seemed like his mind was far, far away from this place— which was, to be honest, not an unusual thing to see when it came to him. You always wanted to know what was happening inside that head of his. 

He only looked up at you when you gently pushed his leg with your foot. The pen in his hand flew away and fell somewhere on the table. He looked perplexed, like he wasn’t expecting to be bothered. Before he could voice any questions, his eyes already sent them your way. 

You loved how eloquent he could be when he allowed himself. 

“What’s wrong?” You asked. He just shrugged. 

Okay… You could take this. It wasn’t like his problem was with you. He would not be there with you if it was the case. It might be something about… Home? Could be. He frequently had problems at home, but rarely with you. 

You wanted to push away the worries that were clouding his mind. 

“Let’s play something.” You said in a vivid voice. This time, he gave you a small smile. 

“Darts?” 

“Absolutely not.” He would beat you at darts. You stood no chance. “I know we keep some bottles here. Maybe we could…” You got up to look inside the mini fridge for the drinks. There it was, all the alcoholic beverages Roy (and others, to be fair,) have brought. “We’ve got some expensive wine! Dick must have brought it here. Some shots… We could go with one of these, right?” 

When you turned back, you saw him right behind you. He was trying to decide what to drink, and when he did,, he leaned over you and took the cold bottle. He was so close to you that you could feel his breath on your skin. Before he got up and left, he winked at you. Rolling your eyes and letting out a loud sigh, you followed him. 

You already started hoping you wouldn’t regret this. 

But you were a responsible person. You would not drink that much— since tomorrow was going to be busy. You didn’t trust Roy, though. 

Roy was heading towards the kitchen. When he realized you were following him, he glanced at you over his shoulder. “Go sit on the couch, I’ll be right back.” 

You muttered a “fine” under your breath, making your way to the comfortable couch. Not even after a minute, he was approaching you with a bottle and two shot glasses in his hands. “Okay,” He put everything on the small table in front of you. “What are we playing?” 

“Truth or dare?” 

He threw his arm over the couch, right above your shoulders. You could feel his fingertips touching your shoulder. “Nah,” he shook his head. There was no way he was rejecting truth or dare! 

“What? You always suggest it when we play with the team!” 

“Well, the team’s gone right now. Another game, please.” 

The gears in your head were working hard to find a game to play. What could you possibly suggest something that would be fit to play with two people? God, you started regretting… You threw your head back without even thinking. Your head was now resting on his forearm. He didn’t pull himself away, you didn’t get up. You just stayed there, like that, as you were thinking intently. Both of you acted like nothing was happening, as usual. 

“Drink or kiss.” 

“Huh?” 

“Drink or kiss.” Roy repeated. You still didn’t understand. He sighed. “I’m going to give you a name. If you prefer to kiss them, you won’t drink. If not—” 

“Okay.” You didn’t think much. It sounded fun. It wasn’t like you would actually kiss them. “Let’s play that.” You watched him grab the bottle and fill the glass. “You ask fırst.” You said. You wanted to test out who he was going to ask so that you could keep the game going at that pace. 

He pushed the glass toward you. You leaned over the table to grasp it. He was humming under his breath, thinking… “Superman.” 

“You’re so basic.” You whined. You turned the glass while thinking. Superman… He was older than you, stronger than you and probably married with children so… You groaned as you swallowed, feeling the liquid burn your throat and make its way to your stomach. 

“That was fast.” He whistled. You smacked his arm while you tried to adjust to the bitter taste. “We got water, too.” 

“Later.” You filled his glass. “Okay… I’m gonna say, uhhh, Batman.” 

“Says the one who called me basic!” Roy grabbed the drink, swallowed it in one go, and left the glass on the table as if it did nothing. It was fair that he was drinking to that… “Black Canary.” 

“Ugh, I would kiss her.” You thought about all the things that went through your head when Roy said Superman. She was obviously older than you, just like Superman was. But couldn’t help yourself with the fact that now, it was the Black Canary. 

“Seriously?” He asked, rolling his eyes. 

“What? She is hot. And amazing. You don’t get it.” You pushed the filled glass towards him, ignoring his own spare glass. “Anyway, let's continue. Aquaman.” 

Roy, this time, thought for a few seconds before taking the shot. You laughed as you watched him. 

“This time it’s tricky…” He said as he gave you a filled glass. “Nightwing.” 

You felt your cheeks burn upon hearing the name of your teammate. He was handsome, talented, strong and flexible but would you kiss him? The thought of kissing him didn’t give you the thrill. You slowly shook your head as you drank. 

“Oh, he would be offended.” Roy laughed, and you joined in, laughing at what he said even though you only caught a part of it. You were just having fun at this point, giggling and laughing together. 

He was so fun to be around and you loved spending time with him. It was always such a quality time. 

“Would you kiss Wally?” You gasped when he didn’t move to fill himself a glass. Roy didn’t look like he was going to drink it soon, either. “What? Are you for real? You’d kiss Wally?” 

“I didn’t specify where to kiss.” 

That made sense. “Damn you, Harper.” You were also cursing yourself for never thinking with this logic. 

“Okay, would you kiss me?” 

“You?” Your eyes almost flew away from their beds. He nodded. You licked your lips. You could drink just to annoy him, or you could just… Play by his rules and see what he would do. Both choices were brilliant. Both could take you somewhere else you couldn’t even imagine. 

You decided to choose the one that both your brain and heart agreed to. 

Roy was sitting there, a smug grin on his face, looking all confident. When you looked into his face, you saw his eyes fall onto your lips for a mere second. You grabbed his shirt, pulling yourself towards him. “What? Are you really—” He cut himself when you pressed a kiss on his cheek. 

“Well,” Your lips made contact with his skin as you spoke. “You didn’t specify where to kiss, Harper.” Before he could say anything, you asked, “Me?” He didn’t respond. “Would you kiss me?” 

His grin grew, as if it was possible. He grabbed your face in his palms— tilting your face, his mouth made its way to your neck. You felt your heart skip a beat or a few beats. His lips touched your skin. They were soft and hot and… Fuck, you didn’t know what else. You could not think of anything but his lips that were pressing small kisses on your neck. Wherever he touched, he left burning spots there. Roy helped you lean back on the couch. Your back hit the cushions, but your mind was not registering the feeling other than his lips. 

It was only him, at that point. Him and you, and nothing else. You never thought his lips would feel like this over your skin. It was true that you imagined but— 

You got embarrassed when you heard a small, yet passionate moan leave you. Roy’s lips were traveling up your chin, now. You felt the path he drew until your lips. His lips were hovering over yours. Was he waiting for an invitation? You were dying to feel him on your lips. You could do anything, everything, to have him press his mouth to yours. 

It was you who kissed him first. He was quick to follow. You grabbed the back of his head, pulling him closer to you. Roy groaned against your mouth, which made you dig your nails into his delicate skin. When the tip of your tongue touched his in a shy manner, he didn’t wait for a second to deepen the kiss. 

You held him tightly, as though he was the only thing that was ensuring your life and safety… At that moment, it felt like it. His lips were kissing you harshly. His groans were echoing in your mouth. 

You’ve never been kissed like this. It was Roy, your friend. Teammate. But there you were, making out with him like there was no tomorrow. 

Your palms kneaded her breasts, rubbing your thumbs over her covered nipples. Rubbing your crotch against hers as you moaned into her mouth. Her fingers left your hair and went to grab your ass, kneading the flesh with her hands. Pulling you against her body and grinding her body against yours. You whined like a puppy into her mouth, giving into Donna’s dominance.

Breaking the kiss and whimpering into her neck, “Please, Mommy…”

Donna smiled lovingly, her ears were delighted to hear her favourite nickname escaping your lips. “Please, what?”

“Make me feel good.”

She grinned and pulled down your jeans and panties, tossing them to the side. Her muscles on display underneath the thick turtleneck. Her fingers found your clit and started rubbing it, and her lips were back on yours — her tongue finding yours again. You whimpered into her mouth again as she played with your aching clit, wanting more and more. She pulled back and kissed your jawline, grinning as she heard your whimpers and moans. “That's it, puppy — whine for Mommy.”

Your fingers dance underneath her turtleneck wanting to find her warm skin — only to be met with more fabric. You whined again, and it quickly turned into a moan when Donna started sucking on your neck. The pain and pleasure caused a squeal to escape your lipgloss covered lips, whimpering, “Mommy…”

You managed to pull her arms out of her sleeves, pulling on the almost discarded fabric, “Please, Mommy…”

She smiled at your request and pulled off of your neck — grabbing the turtleneck and discarding it. She revealed her suit underneath which caused a laugh to escape your lips. “You wear your suit under your clothes, Donna?”

“Hush…”

She tossed you onto the bed and quickly discarded her clothes, her pale flesh exposed. Donna laid back down on the bed and pulled you back into her lap. “Now, be a good girl.” Donna’s fingers found your seeping hole, and inserted two digits inside of you. Thrusting them in and out, curling them at just the right angle.

Your lips found her nipple, taking it in your mouth and sucking on them. Tonguing the stiffened peaks and suckling the pale pink flesh, coaxing moans to escape Donna’s lips.

“That’s it — good girl — Make Mommy proud.”

"Nope." you grumble, not even sparing a glance at your boyfriend.

It had been like this for the past fifteen minutes. Roy offering to help and you refusing it.

And what was that he wanted to help?

Opening a jar.

It wasn't like you didn't want Roy's help especially when you knew how his godly biceps would flex with every twist and turn but it had been the fact that you had bought this exact jar of tomato sauce over the past five years and none of them had been this hard to open.

So you try and try.

Few minutes pass by before you sigh in defeat, pushing the jar against the counter —the glass bottom clanking against the granite stone.

"Fine," you grumble, shoulders slumping, your arms resting against your sides. You don't turn, not wanting to look at his smug face.

There's a beat of silence before you turn towards him, your mouth slack. The previously silent kitchen, except for the hushed sounds of the traffic outside, was now filled with the lyrics of Usher's 'Hey Daddy (Daddy’s Home)'.

You laugh — part in disbelief and part in amusement as Roy stood in front of you, the same smirk grazing his lips, though it twitches like any word from you would break him. He had somehow gotten a speaker, connected it to his phone and had the song on standby.

and when I walk in all that I wanna hear,

Roy walks past you, grabs the jar and twists the lid effortlessly, his biceps flexing without even a single crease on his beautiful face — just pure smugness. Roy knew your love for his biceps and he used it every time he could to fluster you. The lid falls against the counter with a clink as Roy turns to you.

Is you say, "Daddy's home, home for me"

You are still heaving from laughter, hand on your chest. After he opens the jar under a minute, Roy cages you against the counter — deliberately flexing his arms as you trace his tattoos, leaving tiny scratches in its wake. Heat rises to your cheeks at the way his green eyes gaze at your face — almost like he was memorizing every inch into his memory.

Looping your arms around his neck, you mumble, "Wow, you really know how to impress a woman."

"Tell me something I don't know," Roy purred, his calloused hand settling onto your waist, teasing the silver of skin, "Can I get a kiss now?"

You hum, tilting your head towards his lips. Roy closes his eyes in anticipation only to let out a shriek. You had bit his biceps before ducking from his arms.

"What was that for?"

"For flustering me." you say standing in the doorway, eyes dipped in everything trouble as you whisper the last words, "But since I love you, catch me if you can Daddy?"

How the tables have turned.