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“do you… trust me?” it’s a low whisper, soft lips pressed against the stuttering pulse in your throat. but you think, or maybe you hope, the implications are trying to delve much deeper into your heart. regardless, your answer has never wavered. 

“yes.”

pairing: joseon king!yoongi x reader genre: smut, angst, fluff parts posted: 40/45 words: 57.6k/? contains: drabble series, historical au, royal au, the very definition of “it’s complicated,” inspired by daechwita. a/n: please pay attention to the dates, but read in the order that the drabbles are listed, not in chronological!

historical context/references. | fic playlist.

february 1869 {m} - your king takes care of you and his business, no matter who is watching.

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know your worth | myg

pairing: min yoongi x oc

genre: swordsman!yoongi, fluff, mini angst

warnings: heartthrob yoongi basically, some mentions of sexism, eventual smut!

words: 4, 599

summary: as the chosen one, you've never believed in yourself. enter yoongi

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know your worth | myg | m

pairing: min yoongi x oc (ft. maknae line and an unsuspecting joon)

genre: fluff, SMUT

warnings: jealous yoongi, smut, penetrative sex, fingering, dom!yoongi

words: 9, 610

summary: happy birthday yoongi

"You could always offer something else," Jimin whispers conspiratorially.

You raise an eyebrow, chopsticks stopping halfway as you reach for your vegetables, piqued by Jimin's suggestion.

"And that is ...?" You pry.

Jimin shrugs his shoulders, a slight smirk on his lips as his eyes narrow at you when he leans forward with a suggestive look on your face.

You still looked as clueless as ever, and Jimin wants to pat your head and tell you that you were far too pure for this world because ... well, a lot of things flew past you. Even after you and Yoongi crossed the lines of more than just trainer and trainee, you were still the sharp yet sweet girl that lived life simply.

"What else can a man and a woman do together?" He hints at you, voice still low.

Your brows furrow when you shove another bite into your mouth and chew, pondering his question before you decide that you weren't sure.

"You know going on dates is difficult here," You sigh, "The council is always popping by for inspections and you know how Yoongi gets when his superiors are here."

Jimin snorts, stealing a bao from your plate.

"Yoongi has a sword up his ass half the time. You need to loosen him up—if you catch my drift." He winks.

You huff, folding your arms across your chest, wondering why on earth was Jimin speaking in riddles around you as if you weren't close enough to discuss any matter. You always thought of Jimin as a brother to you, even if you were older than him—he often pampered you and took care of you on days where your body was weary.

"Will you just tell me what you mean? Enough of this talking in circles." You frown.

He pats your head and you want to bite his arm off like an animal, but that would probably just get him to tell on you to Yoongi. Even if your relationship had escalated, Yoongi is Yoongi. Stern, professional and truly—uptight.

"Oh dear _____," He sighs, leaning his cheek against his palm as he stares at you, "Have you not had any experience with men before you arrived at the temple?"

You glare at him when he snickers at your abashed expression, cheeks reddening at his bluntness.

"I-I never had the time. And men weren't interesting from where I was," You mumble.

"More like you have a type," He points out.

You scoff and take the last bite of your meal before pushing the plate forward, more curious about Jimin's observation for the day.

"I don't. I like people based on atmosphere,"

Jimin scoffs like he doesn't believe you, and as if he knew how to read you better than yourself. But Jimin had always been very observant and he would say that he was right on people-reading ninety percent of the time.

"You, my friend, like being bossed around. You like men who are mean to you." Jimin snickers like a child as you gape at him, appalled at his suggestion, "Men back in town were far too polite. You like the assertive man who knows how to put you in your place."

You burn brightly when he laughs harder at your mortified face.

"I-I do not!" You vehemently deny, but the stutter in your voice only causes Jimin to sigh tauntingly.

"_____, Min Yoongi is mean as mean can get—don't get me wrong—he's a fundamentally good person but that man has no idea how to be nice to people. It's like his default method of social interaction is to insult people or scare people off with his face" Jimin says pointedly, "And you are one of the sadistic folks that like that."

You pout, sulking as you lean into your seat.

"He's nice to me ..." You mumble.

Jimin gives you a knowing look.

"Occasionally. But you like it when he's a little mean, don't you _____?" He smiles devilishly.

"Who's mean?" Jungkook slides into the seat next to you, whining at the both of you when he sees that you've eaten without him.

"Yoongi," Taehyung answers even if he's just joined the conversation.

"Oh. Totally. Did I tell you guys he told me I looked like wore the same underwear for a week?" Jungkook nods.

You look at your friends blandly, then shoot Jimin a glare as if to tell him he's started all of this.

"Jungkook. You do wear the same underwear for a week ..." Taehyung adds dryly.

You wince at the new set of information as Jungkook just shrugs nonchalantly as if he hadn't just exposed himself into being the poster-child of a boy.

"Why are we even talking about whether or not my boyfriend is mean or not?" You snap.

Taehyung's brows shoot up to his hairline as he shoots you a teasing smirk.

"Oh, are we on the boyfriend-girlfriend stage now?"

You hate the fact that you turn red at any moment where they opt to tease you, but the reminder just makes your heart flutter every time you think of Yoongi.

"Not really—I mean ... you know Yoongi," You parrot for the millionth time, "He doesn't really—he doesn't do things like that."

Jimin purses his lips.

"Aish. This hyung is really emotionally constipated."

Taehyung and Jungkook nod in agreement but all you do is brood further.

After the night that you and Yoongi took things ... further ... he never really explicitly said anything about where the two of you stood. In fact, you didn't expect him to either. Yoongi was a take-no-shits kind of person and he didn't fall into the trap of mediocrity. The way he expressed his affection was far different from the average individual and you saw that.

You knew that him holding you close that night to say that he believed in you was his way of showing you that he wanted you.

The secret and desperate kisses that you share from time to time when people weren't looking was also another method of his to show you that he was in this.

But sometimes you needed a little reassurance.

"_____, you need to be a little more proactive, which—" He looks up as if he remembered something, "—brings us back to the beginning of our conversation. You need to have sex with him."

Your eyes bulge out of your sockets as you begin choking on your own spit at the explicitness of his words. Even Taehyung and Jungkook are caught off-guard but Jimin simply looks like he's asked you about the weather forecast.

"How did you even come to that conclusion?!" You cry.

"Don't look at me like that! You said it yourself it was hard to go on dates here. Just fuck him in your private chambers and have him claim you with your magical pus—"

"I will literally slaughter you if you finish that sentence," You warn Jimin.

He puts his hands up in defense as he shrugs his shoulders.

"I mean, he's not wrong ..." Taehyung adds in.

"Of course you'd say that! The two of you are half a brain cell combined." You complain.

When you look over to Jungkook, the tips of his ears are red and you're as mortified as he is, but you've always known Jungkook to be a little shier than his hyungs.

"I mean you've kissed and stuff right? Over the clothes action?" Jimin gestures to his crotch area when he speaks of the activities that you and Yoongi have engaged in as you cover your face with your hands.

"Oh my God! How is that any of your business?" You shriek.

"You're complaining to me about the fact that you don't know what to get Yoongi for his birthday! The moment you came to me for advice is when this became my business!" Jimin retorts back, as loud as you were.

You were sure some of the maids were eyeing your bunch oddly but didn't pay too much mind because the four of you were the rambunctious types. Debatably, you only got dragged into their antics because you carried more authority in the temple than they did, and they came to you for help causing mischief.

"So, have you?" Taehyung pries for his friend.

You look away with flushed cheeks.

"We've kissed and stuff. He's like ..." You shudder, remembering his hands on you, "... maybe some light petting? I guess? That's it."

The fact that you've admitted that to your friends just makes you want to crawl into a hole and never come out.

"Wow. You really are a saint," Jungkook whistles and you feel a little betrayed that he's beginning to take Jimin and Taehyung's side.

"Shut up. It's not like you're any different," You snap, feeling your face get hotter when the men just snicker, “Besides … it’s not like I haven’t … tried … it’s just that I think Yoongi has this idea in his head that I need petals and roses and candles for my first time.”

You clamp your mouth shut in embarrassment, mortified that you’ve revealed too much. But your friends just blink at you, unmoved.

“Have you ever just … asked him? Or told him what you’re into?” Taehyung asks slowly.

You sigh deeply, “It’s not that easy … I have tried but he’s just so—gentle.”

Jungkook snickers and Taehyung thwarts him over his head as you glare at him.

“What? Do you want him to be rough or …?” Jimin raises an eyebrow.

You blush as you cover your face with your hands.

“Why are we talking about this.” You whine.

Taehyung scoffs, “Look. What better way to have this conversation if not with men themselves?”

You pin him with an unimpressed look before exhaling.

“It’s just … awkward …” You mumble.

“Noona, we’re not going to judge you for being a virgin. We were all virgins at one point.” Jungkook says.

Your eyes widen as you gape at him.

“You—?”

"Oh Noona," Jungkook pats your head, "I'm not as innocent as you think I am."

His hyungs snicker as you tilt your head in confusion, but decide to ask him about it to preserve the image of your friend in your head to be one of his purity. The three of them were handsome, and if you were any younger and if you lacked coherence, you would probably find yourself swooning over them as some of the temple ladies have as well.

"Look, _____," Jimin says, "It's not like Yoongi is gonna hate you if you be a little more forward. Trust me. He's just too conservative to actually do anything on his own. He probably wants to blow your back out."

You raise an eyebrow.

"Blow my back out ...?"

Taehyung snorts.

"Did you forget that _____ has been cooped up in this temple for months?"

Jimin opens his mouth to say ah as if he remembered that he had more freedom compared to you in returning to town to meet with the townsfolk, occasionally learning new slang with every visit.

"Doesn't matter—but—Yoongi is into you. I know hyung well enough to see his resolve slowly crumbling. All you need to do is take the first step. What better birthday present than the classical birthday sex?" Jimin shrugs.

You bite your lips as you mull over his words, considering his proposition even though you were terrified of embarrassing yourself in front of Yoongi.

"H-How do I do that?" You ask meekly.

Jimin smirks, and you can see the devil horns appear on the sides of his head.

"Yoongi looks calm and composed but ... there's always been a flaw of his that he doesn't show often," He giggles under a low breath, earning nods from both Taehyung and Jungkook.

"And that is?" You ask slowly.

“Envy.”

“So you want me to manipulate him into having sex with me by making him jealous …” You deadpan.

Jimin snorts.

“God, why do you word it like that? It’s not manipulation if Yoongi wants to do it regardless of the context. All he needs is a little push and you’ll have him destroying your uterus.”

You burn harder and hit Jimin’s arm so hard that he whines and clutches his arm, shooting you a vehement glare before Taehyung steps in with a grin.

“And we’ve got just the plan.”

"This is dumb. He won't react. He knows that you're like my little brother," You frown at Jungkook, as the two other men only rolled their eyes at your doubt.

"He will. It isn't rare knowledge to know that Jungkook had the fattest crush on you when you first came." Taehyung exposes his younger friend who's eyes only widen as you gape at him, information being unveiled to you.

"You did?" You ask in disbelief.

"Look. It lasted like—a day." Jungkook hastily defends himself, glaring at Taehyung.

Jimin shrugs his shoulders as he looks over yours to keep an eye out for Yoongi.

"Try a month, kid." Jimin snorts, "He used to drop tiger lilies by your door every night."

You gape at him in realisation.

"So that's where they came from ..."

Jungkook huffs, ears turning red as he quickly attempts to deflect the attention away from him.

"Okay, the point is: Yoongi knew too, which is why he wouldn't take so kindly to see his girl with Jungkookie," Taehyung reminds you.

You sigh.

"Not his girl ..." You mutter.

"Yada, yada," Jimin mocks, "I know you're your own person and stuff but like ... theoretically speaking, you aren't his girl ... yet."

You purse your lips, about to retort until Jimin shoves you and Jungkook aside, causing you to stumble into his chest with an oof as he catches you by the waist.

"Dude—!"

"Hyung. There you are!" Taehyung calls out cheerily, as Jungkook keeps his hold on you, blinking down at your confused face.

Only when do you turn your head do you see Yoongi walking over to the four of you, robes flowing behind him as he walks.

No matter how many times you're greeted with Yoongi's presence, it's like he takes your breath away every single time. His black hair is tousled across his forehead, with the occasional wind blowing strands of hair away. The deep-navy satin of his robe looks elegant, and you know that it's a precious fabric that comes with his experience.

His sword is tucked away in his belt as per usual as he nods his head to greet your friends, then his gaze is set on you.

More specifically, the way Jungkook is holding you by the waist.

"Careful." Is all he says.

You know it comes from a good place, Yoongi opting to be kind in his own way. That night with his sweet words was a unique experience for you both, and you still hear words of encouragement from time to time, but Yoongi was unalterably himself in a way that he knew how to make you feel wanted with more than just the number of words he says.

"Yeah," You say breathlessly, thanking Jungkook as you tug away from him.

You see Taehyung behind Yoongi, gesturing for you to grab Jungkook's arm to link it around yours.

"Thank you Kookie," You hum, albeit a little awkward, but enough to have Yoongi raising his eyebrow when you pat his head and caress his cheek.

"... I see you're enjoying your break," Yoongi acknowledges all of you instead of your tiny action towards Jungkook and you scrunch your eyebrows at the lack of care.

Jimin doesn't look too bothered, but instead, he uses his mischievous mind to plant another seed into Yoongi's.

"It's been good, hyung," He smiles but you see the mirth behind it, "Jungkook's been teaching ______ calligraphy."

Your eyes widen when Yoongi looks over at you, eyes momentarily darting to the way you're still clutching at Jungkook's robes.

“Um. Yeah," You choke awkwardly and Taehyung nearly facepalms himself at how bad you were at this.

"Jungkook's really good. I'm glad he's the one teaching me," You smile softly at Jungkook.

He returns your smile with a grin of his own, enjoying the way you're cuddled up against his arm. Even if this was all a show, he still had a soft lingering spot for you.

"Anything for my Noona, right?"

You're caught off-guard, and the blush on your cheeks is a genuine reaction when he smiles cheekily at you.

You roll your eyes at shove at his shoulder, but instead, he takes an opportunity to wrap an arm around your shoulder to tug your shoulder.

"She's a natural, hyung. Didn't even need much help," He taunts Yoongi.

Yoongi's face is still as impassive as ever as if he were speaking to his colleagues on town matters rather than his friends and unofficial 'girlfriend'.

"That's ... nice," He hums, eyeing you over once again.

He was never fond of too much affection in front of your friends, to the point where the dynamic between the five of you still remained pretty much the same before the night happened. The only difference was the knowledge of your feelings for Yoongi, and his apparent ones to you.

"By the way, Noona ..." Jungkook says, causing all your heads to turn to him.

You tilt your head, wondering what he wanted to say.

"These are for you." He smiles cheekily, handing over something from behind his back that you didn't catch earlier.

"Oh?" You receive the gift, and the flowers sit prettily in your grasp as Jungkook smiles down at you, looking more like a man by the second.

Where did he even get these?

"Remember the tiger lilies?" He teases.

You scoff but blush anyways, thanking Jungkook as you sniff at them, sighing at the pleasant fragrance.

"Looks like his crush is back ..." Taehyung mutters, and you know he's baiting Yoongi.

Yoongi simply purses his lips and rakes his eye across Jungkook before nodding curtly, bowing his head to excuse himself.

"Very well, then. Enjoy the rest of the day." Is all he leaves you with before he stalks off in the other direction.

You gape, displeased with the fact that Yoongi had shown little to no reaction to Jungkook's obvious flirting with you.

You sigh dejectedly, plopping to sit on the stoned floor, cradling your chin in your hands.

"It didn't work," You mutter, feeling all the more childish.

Taehyung snorts, patting your head as he sits next to you.

"Oh trust me, it worked. That was Yoongi mad,"

Jimin and Jungkook nod in agreement, and you're slightly baffled to see even Jungkook agreeing with him.

"What? He barely moved an inch. That's how he's always been." You tell them.

Jimin rolls his eyes and shakes his head.

"I'm pretty sure he was thinking of a million different ways to detach Jungkook's limbs from his body so he'd never be able to lay a hand on you ever again," Jimin says out loud.

Even Jungkook flushes, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Sorry about the flowers, ______," He mutters, "I thought it would do the trick."

You smile softly at him as you pat his head.

"It's okay Jungkook. I needed some life in my room anyways,"

Jungkook sees what Yoongi sees in you.

"Well that was phase one so ..." Jimin clasps his hands together as you raise an eyebrow.

"There's more ...?"

Taehyung snorts, "Of course there's more. Consistency is key _______."

You sigh, pushing yourself up as you head towards the ladies.

"You guys continue scheming, but I need to head to the bathroom,"

"Freshen up for your night with him, will you?" Taehyung calls over, and you flip him off with your finger.

.

The three men have surrendered themselves to work, apologising that they couldn't help you carry out your plan of making Yoongi jealous.

You laughed it off, waving them goodbye when they pouted at you. You weren't upset, realising that it was childish for you to do so in the first place.

You're sitting by the pavilion, admiring the fresh bloom of flowers as Spring nears when you hear a swoosh of feet by your ears as you turn your head to be greeted with—

"Hi, I'm sorry to disturb but I was just wandering around the grounds," You bow your head at the greeting of the stranger, a man who wears a robe similar to Yoongi as you stand up, offering him a small smile.

"Hello! And you are ...?" You trail off, awaiting his introduction.

He smiles bashfully at you as he scratches the back of his neck.

"Ah, my apologies. My name is Namjoon. I'm one of the new trainers here?" He finishes up with a question as your eyes widen.

"Oh! You're Kim-ssi?"

You've heard Yoongi mention to you once or twice that he would be needing an assistant with the influx of swordsmen coming to this particular temple to be trained, especially since his priority was training you—he needed the extra help.

Namjoon, or Kim-ssi, was extremely tall. He basically towered over you, and you think he's even taller than Taehyung. He's all limbs and stature, but you can tell that he's strong—his physique only further proving that he was fit to be a trainer, to be hired under the same roof as Yoongi.

He nods his head as he looks you over—in a way that was like he was admiring you, and not particularly distasteful.

“And may you be ______-ssi?” He asks slowly.

You nod your head at him and give him a kind smile.

“Yes, I am. I’m surprised you knew who I was.” You joke lightly.

Namjoon breaks into a dimpled grin before nodding his head, eager to continue the conversation.

“I’ve heard many things about you, especially your sword-wielding skills and the fact you are the first woman to be selected as the chosen one.” Namjoon informs you, “I must say that I was thoroughly impressed. I’ve seen your practices be replicated and it is highly complex.”

You bow your head in gratitude as you find your ears heating up at the praise.

“Thank you, Namjoon-ssi. That means a lot to me.”

“And you are much more beautiful in person, _______-ssi," He breathes.

Your eyes widen, hands falling limp as you bow your head in embarrassment at the sudden compliment.

Even though he practically towers over you, and is large in stature as well—he seems like a very genuine person, with pure intentions when he complimented you.

You also notice how handsome he is, dimples indenting his cheeks when he grins at you and eyes that scream comfort.

"O-Oh, thank you Namjoon-ssi," You mumble.

He offers you a genuine smile as you awkwardly fiddle with your thumbs, a lot more flustered with the sudden interaction.

"I was just exploring the grounds before I start tomorrow. Thought I familiarise myself first, right?" He chuckles a deep rumbling through his chest.

You look up at him brightly.

"The temple is truly beautiful. My favourite place is this pavilion," You gesture to the space you were in.

His head follows your hands as he takes in the place with his mouth open in awe.

"It is. Do you mind if I accompany you?" He asks.

You nod your head, patting the spot next to where you were sat previously.

"Of course—"

"_______-ssi."

A voice breaks you out of your interaction with Namjoon as you turn your head to spot Yoongi standing behind you, arms tucked behind his back as he levels a firm stare on both of your figures.

Namjoon reacts before you do, standing to his feet and bowing ninety-degrees to Yoongi, who only keeps his expression vacant.

"Min-nim, it's nice to see you here." He bows hastily.

Yoongi doesn't pay you any mind when he simply hums in acknowledgement at his greeting.

The oddly cold exterior doesn't slip past you as you raise an eyebrow at him, attempting to get his attention when you fold your arms across your chest.

"I see you've met ______-ssi," Yoongi says curtly.

The honorific and lack of familiarity in his voice doesn't slip past you as you narrow your eyes to him, wondering what he was playing at.

"I have. She was kind enough to allow me to accompany her by the pavilion." Namjoon smiles.

Yoongi clicks his tongue, taking a step towards you as he observes the view of the garden that lays within the pavilion.

"Kind indeed ..." Yoongi says.

You huff.

"She is truly as beautiful as the town folks have said," Namjoon admires shyly once again when he looks you over.

A blush reappears on your cheeks, and even under the dim lighting, Yoongi can see the tint on the apple of your cheeks.

His eyes harden when Namjoon looks at you with pure fondness.

"And so they have." Yoongi clips.

"Maybe even more ..." Namjoon adds shyly.

You smile, appreciating his generosity and honesty.

Yoongi, on the other hand, only hardens his jaw when he sees the way Namjoon's eyes basically twinkle when you shoot a stunning smile at him, probably captivated by your beauty that was far more than just your appearance—but your reputation.

"Thank you Namjoon-ssi," You bow, hair falling by your face.

Namjoon notices, and as the gentlemen, he is—he reaches out to tuck it behind your ear.

But Yoongi's hand reaches out to stop him before he can reach you.

Namjoon's eyes widen at the sudden grip on his wrist, glancing over at Yoongi who still has an expression of nothingness on his face. Even you're shocked at Yoongi's blatant act of prevention.

"I believe that the council would like to meet you, Namjoon-ssi."

Yoongi sounds oddly collected for a man who has a tight grip on Namjoon's wrist. Namjoon looks between the two of you, and it was as if the atmosphere breezed past him, he knew exactly why Yoongi acted the way he did.

"O-Of course Min-nim." He quickly bows, bidding farewell before he scurries off—unable to meet your eyes when Yoongi presses his stare until his figure disappears.

You glare at Yoongi with your arms folded across your chest.

"Why did you scare him like that?" You scold.

Yoongi doesn't say anything but keeps his gaze focused on the garden.

"I did no such thing."

You scoff, stomping towards him until you're right by his side, willing him to look at you.

"Namjoon was being nice," You huff petulantly.

Yoongi simply side-eyes you for a brief second before he brings his sword to his front.

"Was Jungkook being nice too?"

So he noticed?

Your eyes widen when he casually brings up the younger boy as you splutter for a response.

"What? Of course! Jungkook's always been nice to me." You frown.

Yoongi hums, still uncharacteristically quiet for when the two of you were alone. Especially after the shift in your relationship.

"He has a crush on you," He deadpans, eyes focused on you now.

You roll your eyes.

"Had, Yoongi. He has a kind heart," You reason with him.

Yoongi raises an eyebrow at your statement.

"So you knew about his crush, then? The tiger lilies?" He pries.

You furrow your eyebrows at his questions.

"Yeah?" You say, confused, "I thought it was really sweet."

He tongues the inside of his cheek the way you found unreasonably attractive as you attempt to focus on the conversation rather than what Yoongi was making you feel.

"Sweet. Huh."

You sigh, pulling at Yoongi's robe so he'd properly look at you, even if you were inches shorter than he was.

You're about to speak, but Yoongi interrupts you.

"What about Namjoon?" He prompts.

You blink at him.

"... what about him?" You furrow your brows.

Yoongi has the ability to master his stoic expression given any context, and it's slightly unnerving how hard it is to read what exactly he's getting at when there isn't an inch of emotion on his pale face.

"Is he sweet?"

You snort.

"You've met him, right?" You joke, "He called me beautiful from the moment we met."

Yoongi raises an eyebrow.

"And how did that make you feel?"

You tilt your head to the side when you see Yoongi's eyes harden a little. But you allude it to the dark of the night approaches.

"Flattered? I mean—he isn't too bad on the eyes either." You tease, only meaning it to be a light quip.

But then Yoongi tugs you into his chest, hand wrapping tightly around your waist as he uses his other hand to tilt your chin up to look at him.

Your eyes widen as you place your hands on Yoongi's chest, attempting to place some distance at the sudden proximity.

"Do you want him to be your trainer then?" He asks, voice low.

Your breath hitches when his finger twirls the stray hand of hair from your face, fingers then proceeding to trail down your jaw as you attempt to think of an answer.

"I-I ... I mean if he must."

Yoongi's grip on your waist tightens.

"It's a yes or a no, _______." His tone warning when he leans closer to your face.

"Y-Yoongi ... people can see." You chuckle nervously, hands resting on his chest but making no real effort to push him away.

He ignores you and squeezes your chin between his thumb and index finger.

"Hm. So you're okay with Jungkook's hand on your waist as you coo at him while the maids walk past but not me just checking on my apprentice?"

You glare at him while his grip remains tight on your chin.

"Oh, I guess I'm back to just an apprentice, huh? That's better than ______-ssi," You say, indignation laced in your voice.

He doesn't respond, but you see his eyes trail over your face as if taking in the slope of your nose, the pores on your skin and the way your eyelash flutters with every blink of your eyes.

“So is that a yes or no, ______."

You sigh.

"Of course not," You frown, "I ... I like you training me."

He purses his lips, nose brushing against yours as you're as captivated by him as he seemed to be with you.

"You're such a silly girl." He sighs.

You gape at him when he releases your chin, turning his back to you.

You tug on his robe, attempting to get his attention as you wriggle against his back.

"What—why?" You cry.

His back is warm against you when you lean your chin against his shoulder blades.

"You don't see it, don't you?" He hums.

You whine, pulling at his sleeves so at least he'd look at you when he spoke to you.

"Yoongi!" You huff.

He sighs, turning around, eyes still dark.

"The way those men look at you." He growls, demeanour suddenly shifting to a much more ... animalistic one.

Your eyes widen when he tugs your body to his again, pushing you up against the pillar by the pavilion.

"What—"

Your words are cut short when he nuzzles his nose into your neck, mouth biting at your skin that causes you to gasp, melting into his embrace.

"Do you know how tempting you are?" He snarls into your neck.

Your knees are weak as his hot breath fans against the nape of your neck that makes you hold onto his shoulders for support.

"I'm not ..." You weakly mumble, eyes blown out when you look down at Yoongi's black mop of hair in the space between your collarbones and your jaw.

He chuckles darkly.

"Namjoon looked absolutely taken with you. Like he wanted to make you his. Like he doesn't know that you train under me," He spits as if the idea disgusted him.

Your eyes soften, loosely wrapping your fingers around Yoongi's hair.

"But you—"

"Shut up." He snaps, tugging at the ribbon that keeps your robe and bottom half modest.

Your eyes widen at where his hands swerve too but don't make any effort to stop him.

"Even Jungkook," He hisses, hand rubbing tight circles against your thigh.

This was the most forward Yoongi has been, both in public and in private and you're revelling in his touch. You don't dare to ask where this is going, but the way his hands drift upwards between your thighs tell you enough.

"That brat looked at you with stars in his eyes as if his hyung wasn't right there."

"Jungkook is—"

"Sweet. I heard you the first time, ______." He snaps back.

His hand is occupied between your thighs but never reaching far enough to satiate the head in your lower region.

You feel the fabric of your underwear turn uncomfortable, the wetness undoubtedly pooling between your thighs with the way Yoongi is treating you.

"It took everything in me to not rip his limbs off."

Jimin was right. You wanted to laugh, but there was nothing funny about the way Yoongi looks at you with carnal desire.

"I-I'm ..." You stutter, when he spreads your thighs, hooking his own thigh between your own so you'd have some form of support.

"What?" He snaps, noticing the way your hair is sprawled across your face. His hand sweeps it away, but his eyes are still stressed on your flushed cheeks.

You can't seem to get the words out, especially when Yoongi's looking at you like that, his strong thigh between your legs as the thin fabric of your pants left little to imagine of how he feels against your clit.

You gasp, when Yoongi grabs your hips to grind you against his thigh, the silky yet rough texture of his pants brushing up against your throbbing bud. You can feel your wetness seeping through your pants, and potentially staining his.

He smirks at your open mouth as you try to level out your gasps, your own hips acting at their own accord.

"Bet Namjoon and Jungkook would kill to see you like this." He boasts.

A hand reaches to your chin to snap your head firmly enough to look at him.

You whine when he squeezes your cheeks mockingly, tensing his thigh as he hisses—your wetness sopping through both fabrics.

"Noooo." You whine, voice turning into a moan.

"Exactly," He snarls, sucking a mark onto your neck so roughly that it causes you to push up against him.

"Only I get you like this, right? This is for my eyes only?" Yoongi spits, his hands busy with groping up and down your body, hand reaching to your slacks until he moves his thigh away, hands replacing them.

The moment his hand cups your mound, you gasp, feeling the way how his big hand covers it entirely.

"This pussy gets wet for only me, right?" He prompts you with a growl.

You nod your head, voice failing you, afraid of revealing your activities to the temple's maids that stayed at nearby quarters.

The feeling is foreign but definitely not unwelcome. Yoongi had a way of navigating his way with your body that made you fall limp in his arms, eager to wait for his next moves.

Yoongi's hand expertly slips inside the waistband of your pants as his knuckle presses against your clit directly, causing more wetness to pool out.

You hear his curse under your breath, and you're not far off when you clutch his hair as his head rests against your neck to continuously suckle marks as a symbol of his desire.

"I've barely done anything and you're this wet?" He taunts and you burn at the way he looks up at you after what seems like a long time, his lips curling into a smirk and eyes blown out with his primitive wants.

Your lips are swollen even though he's yet to connect his lips to your own, purely because you've been biting on them so hard as you await Yoongi's next moves.

You've heard fellow peers speak of their experiences with the temple's men, saying that if done correctly, fingers is all it took for them to wash over in pleasure.

The way Yoongi navigates his thumb between the fabric of your panties to the throb of your clit is done perfectly, and you almost turn sour to think of his past lovers that he's touched so intimately.

You're distracted when he presses down firmly on your clit, wetness lubricating his digits that cause delicious pleasure to bloom in your core.

"F-Fuck," You whimper.

He smirks as his other hand that was used to hold you up against the pillar, yanking your robe open to be greeted with your bra. You flush, feeling all the more exposed against the cool air as the tugs your cups down, mouth latching immediately onto your nipple.

"Y-Yoongi—ah—" You gasp when he focuses kitten licks to your nipple, while the rest of his other hand tugs your panties aside to glide his fingers along your slit.

The feeling is overwhelming, both as his hot mouth seems determined to leave bruises on your breasts, as well as his other hand teasingly prods your quivering hole that only seems to release endless streams of your honeyed essence.

"You're a sight to behold," He exhales, breath caught against your breast.

You can't respond because you're too captivated when you see his hand in your pants, firmly pressed against your core in suspense for more. Yoongi's eyes harden as he bites down on your breast, causing you to let out a cry far too loud for your liking.

Your eyes widen as you clamp your mouth shut, attempting to labour your breathing.

"Do you want to get caught, hm? Is that why you can't keep that mouth of yours shut?" He growls, mouth licking a stripe up your neck—to your chest until he's whispering the words against your mouth.

"F-Fingers, Yoongi," You mewl.

He envelopes your mouth with his, tongue immediately making a home in your mouth as you whine against his lips, sounds of pleasure getting swallowed by his tongue.

"Do you think you're in the position to be making demands?" He snaps, pulling away as you chase his mouth, whining when you miss the contact.

You whimper, shaking your head; absolutely loving the way Yoongi is treating you.

Jimin's words ring in your head momentarily, but you're interrupted yet again with the way Yoongi slips a finger in.

Your mouth opens in a gasp, finally feeling his long digit enter you.

You're wet enough that your pussy welcomes the intrusion with even more lubrication, and his finger becomes familiar with your heat as if you've done this a million times before.

"This okay?" He whispers softly against your cheek, snapping out of his persona for a moment to check on you.

You nod fondly, eyes soft as you respond with an equally soft yes.

With your consent, he's then knuckle-deep into your pussy, finger curling up, wiggling to find the spot that would—

"Fuck!" You squeal, unable to keep your voice down.

He smirks when he prods the pad of his finger against the spongey spot in you.

"There?" He huffs, slipping another finger in and expertly finding the same spot.

You rapidly nod your head, mewls of pleasure escaping past your lips when he begins to thrust his fingers in-and-out of your pussy, wetness squelching as the proof of your pleasure and desire.

"Y-You're in so d-deep—" You wail.

His palm is snapping against your clit, putting just enough pressure to make your eyes roll back into your head. Yoongi is absolutely ruthless when he pounds into your pussy, fingers hooking up deliciously to a spot that makes pleasure explode.

He shoves his fingers impossibly deeper, so deep until—

"Y-Yoongi!" He's at a place where you never knew existed, not that you experimented enough to know but deep enough for you to make a sound that you've never heard come out from you.

Even Yoongi's eyes widen, eyes hardening along with his cock against his pants. He's been hard the moment the night escalated, but he's sure he's going to use your face, the visual along with your moans as the star of all his masturbation sessions.

"P-P-Please!" You wail, "Stay there—oh my God Yoongi—you're so d-deep—fuck—you're so good—to m-me—"

For the first time, your hands reach out to clasp his hand right into the position that he's settled against your pleasurable spot, as your whimpers get louder and your legs shake next to your hands.

Yoongi is so fucking hard that it takes everything in him not to cum right then and there. So, he just looks out you, his own breathing laboured as he admires the way beads of sweat drop down the side of your head. Your cheeks are beyond flushed and eyes shut tight, as if you couldn't believe the pleasure you were feeling.

It's because you truly couldn't.

You've always wanted to take a step further with Yoongi, but too timid to ever do anything about it. But the way he's hooking his fingers up, pressed tightly against your spot makes you lose all rationale. You almost forget that you were out in public, the pavilion open enough for anyone to walk past and know exactly what's going on.

You're grinding yourself against the palm of his hand as you will yourself to take his fingers deeper.

The coil is unfamiliar but so so welcomed as you feel your hole clench erratically at how good he's making you feel.

Yoongi betrays you for a moment and goes against your words to stay still because your face is absolutely stunning under the moonlight, and all he wants is to see you unravel; quite literally in the palm of his hand.

He begins finger-fucking you with rapid snaps of his wrist with a vigour you only see in his sword-training sessions, and the calloused palm of the man who spent years wielding the sword is proven delirious against your pussy.

"You're gonna cum for me, aren't you? My pretty girl?"

The term of endearment falls from his lips and you think that's the first time he's called you anything but your name or alluded to the fact that you were his.

The thought itself is what sets you free from the coil in your stomach, pussy clenching tightly against his fingers as he rubs rough circles against your clit with his thumb to prolong your orgasm.

"F-Fuuuck," You drawl, becoming lose-lipped as you gasp for air, squelching still echoing as he fucks you through the orgasm, "Y-You're so—good to me ..." You mumble, coming down from your high.

You've stained your robes with sweat and your release, and you feel absolutely satiated when he pulls out of you.

You've never seen Yoongi look anything less than composed, so when he brings the fingers that were drenched with your arousal and cum to his mouth to suck on it, you already feel your pussy flutter back to life.

"You taste so fucking go—"

You cut him off by throwing yourself onto him, lips locking with his even as you taste yourself on his tongue.

You thought after an orgasm that you'd have enough, but there was something about Yoongi sucking your essence into your mouth without any hesitation that made you want to make him feel good too.

Your hand cups him through his slacks, groaning into his mouth when you feel how hard he feels against your palm—big under your small hand.

"_______ you don't—"

You bite his lip in retaliation, squeezing his cock in your hand and rubbing your thumb across his slit as you feel his pre-cum leak out of his tip.

"Fuck ..." He hisses when you lick into his mouth, unbothered at the fact that you taste yourself on your tongue.

Yoongi reaches his hand to the back of your neck to bring you closer, all while tugging your hips to meet his own.

"Wanna suck your cock," You pant.

Yoongi's unbelievably hard that he actually thinks his dick is going to fall off.

Seeing you with your salacious expression of pure, unadulterated lust shocks him all while pleasing him, knowing that he's able to evoke this type of effect on you.

While your mouth was collateral on its own, never missing a remark or to remind him that you were unafraid of his stereotypically terrifying persona—you were real. Soft and honest when your eyes allowed him to get a glimpse of the woman he's learned to ... the word so real and scary in his mind, but his heart speaks for him, while his actions paint the picture.

"_____ ..." He pulls away, biting his lip at your fucked out expression.

You whine, pressing your hips tighter against his while he hisses at the contact of your wet folds against the outline of his cock.

"Call me yours," You ask, wide eyes looking up at him.

Yoongi fingers stop at your hips when he looks at you—properly that is—your eyes begging him with the plead you've uttered. He likes you like this. Hot for him, a little desperate.

"Hm?" He feigns disinterest as you whine at him, clutching at his robes.

"P-Please Yoongi—just wanna be yours," You whimper.

"Do you ______? What about Namjoon? Jungkook?" He taunts, eyes locked on yours.

You shake your head vigorously.

"N-No! Y-Yours, Yoongi."

And his, you were.

He leans in to kiss you, much gentler than previously but still full of desire—a mark against the flesh to claim yours as his.

"My pretty girl?" He questions and you whine so loudly that his eyes blow out in shock.

"Yours—I'm yours, Yoongi."

He growls, hooking your leg around his waist as he grinds against your centre; causing you to mewl in pleasure at the friction.

"You can have my cock in your mouth another time, okay?" He whispers against your cheek and your pussy clenches at the prospect of another time.

You nod your head, looking up at him with obedient eyes.

"Wanna fuck you so bad ..." He caresses your cheek as your eyes widen, a grin teasing your lips.

"P-Please," You pant.

"But you deserve a proper first time, hm?"

You weren't one for social constructs and you didn't care where Yoongi first had you, even as your first—all you wanted was him and you'd have him anywhere, anytime he'd have you.

“Fuck I don’t care—just—fuck me—p-please …“ You whisper.

He observes your features for any sign of hesitation but finds none, only desire.

“You sure? Because once my cock comes home I’m never letting you go.” He whispers like it’s a threat but you’re only more turned on.

“T-This pussy—yours,” You gasp and Yoongi groans at your crude words, “I-I don’t care—just want you—only you.”

Yoongi feels the need to kiss you so he does. He kisses you hard and deep like he’s mapping every inch of your mouth while you whimper into his own. When he releases you, he feels his heart and stomach clench in desire.

The moment Yoongi brings his cock out as your eyes follow his line of vision, you feel like you could cum just by the visual alone.

He's huge.

It's as if his overwhelming aura was every aspect of him, from his stature to his walk and to his cock. The tip was leaking with pre-cum, an ooze that makes your mouth water and pussy clench for more. You've never seen a penis up close—but it's rough and delicate, but like Yoongi—and you decide you need him—soon.

"Fuck me—p-please,” You beg, breath hitching.

He aligns the tip of his cockhead against your quivering hole, and you release more wetness just at the thought of him fucking you out here—where your moans accompany the moonlight and his heavy breathing.

"Relax for me." He hums, pushing in ever so slowly.

The tip is the largest part of his cock, but you push through as you welcome the stretch. You didn't fight with swords day and night just to tap out now, not when Yoongi looks at you like you're the only thing that matters.

With every inch that he enters you, you feel yourself feeling fuller and fuller.

If his fingers felt overwhelming, his cock was the greatest gift bestowed upon you. You felt like you were on cloud nine, especially when he bottoms out, hips flushed against yours as he pushes the remainder of his length in.

"You see that?" He grips your chin so you'd look at him, "Look at how your pussy sucks up my cock."

You wail, hitching your hips up to chase friction and you whine when you feel his cock nudge every corner of your wet heat.

He hisses, other hand tightening against your hip as a warning.

"M-Move—please," You're extra polite because all you want to do is fall apart on his cock.

Yoongi doesn't drag it out any further when he pulls out just so the tip remains, and slams into you with a brutal force that quite literally knocks the wind out of you.

He's rough with his thrusts, never faltering when he hikes your leg higher up his waist so he'd be able to angle his cock against the spot that makes your heart accelerate, and legs shake.

He shows the stamina he's developed over the years as a sword-master with the way he's locking his hips with precision and keeping his eyes on yours the entire time—observing every scrunch of your face along with the breathy gasps that escape your mouth.

At a particularly hard thrust that he stills for a moment, ensuring his cock is rubbing against that spot deliciously—you scream, back arching into his chest as he swallows your wails of pleasure with his mouth.

"What would people say if the noble _____ fucking herself on her sword-trainers cock like this? Hm?" Yoongi spits and when he points it out only do you realise you're moving your hips at a rapid pace, unaware of how they move in their own accord.

You can't keep your mouth shut nor can you respond because Yoongi is fucking you so good, and even with the brutal force of his hips he's able to hold you up with the strength of his arm. You feel the muscles of his bicep flex against you because he has his arm wrapped around your body so tightly, tits flushed against his chest.

You have the sudden urge to reach out to him and hold his head close, a contrast to the dirtiness of your actions.

Yoongi leans into your touch even as he fucks you to the brink of your release, his hips beginning to stutter as you look at him with dazed eyes.

"So pretty like this.” He grunts.

You feel a sense of pride to know that you're what it took to get Yoongi—the man who has everyone on their toes—like this. Feral, giving in to his animalistic desires as he reaches out for your warmth.

"M' gonna cum," You gasp when he pulls your hips down to meet his last thrust.

“Where do you want my cum, pretty?”

"A-Anywhere!" You choke on your breath when you feel your orgasm hit you all at once, your body falling limp in his embrace as his arms keep you up.

You feel Yoongi's cock twitch inside of you until he's releasing gushes of his hot cum into your walls. He cums so much that you feel him slowly slipping out of your heat as it trickles down your thighs.

The two of you attempt to catch your breath as he still keeps a firm grip on your body; knowing your knees would give out if he weren't there to help you. Your hand is still gentle on his cheek as you brush the matted hair away from his forehead, offering him a dopey smile.

Yoongi leans into you, capturing your lips into a soft kiss, one that wasn't rushed nor expected to lead anywhere.

The two of you bask in each other's presence for a few more moments, until you realise that you're still very much in public with Yoongi's cum spilling out of you, a hair breadths away from staining the floor.

"Yoongi—your cum," You hiss.

Yoongi looks down and smirks, appreciating the view and only is disrupted when you thwack him on the head. He helps you pull up your undergarments, even as you wince through the discomfort as he wraps an arm around your waist to steady you on your feet.

“You seemed to like it a lot.”

Your ears burn as you glare at him, but it lacks any real anger when he chuckles at your reaction.

"I think the real conversation here is about your jealousy issues," You retort petulantly.

You see Yoongi's lips purse as he narrows his eyes at you.

"I don't like sharing what's mine."

Your heart stutters even though Yoongi doesn't look at you directly when he says so, his facade returning but you see his heart above anything else.

“Am I, Yoongi? You never asked." You shrug your shoulders.

He tongues the inside of his cheek, absorbing your words without responding for a few seconds as you wrap the robe tightly around your abdomen, cold air sending shivers down your spine.

"Would you ..." He clears his throat, and you don't think you've ever seen Yoongi look anything but assured. So, to see him with flushed ears and nervous eyes make your heart grow fonder.

"Would I ...?" You bite your lip, offering a teasing smile up at him.

He huffs, wrapping an arm around your waist as he brings your head to lay on his chest.

"Don't look at me like that," He snaps.

You giggle, clutching his robes when you feel and hear his heart beating against his chest.

"Why not?" You provoke him even further.

His grip around your waist is still tight as if he's afraid you'd slip away.

But who would tell Yoongi that you were always his?

"I don't want you to look at me when I ask," He tells you, fingers tapping your hips.

"Ask what Yoongi?"

You continue prompting him because you find it adorable how a man like him who has people quivering in fear and doesn't give most people the time of his day is so nervous on asking you a question with an obvious answer.

"Would you ... would you like that?" He coughs.

You raise an eyebrow as you look up at him, chin resting on his chest when your eyes fill with deviance.

"I like a lot of things Yoongi—you have to be more specific."

He still avoids your eyes and grunts, squeezing your hip when you continue to tease him.

"Would you want to ... bewithme?" He rushes his words.

Your eyes gleam when you lean forward, face close to his.

"Could you repeat that—?"

You yelp when he places his large hands on your cheeks, finally looking at you with earnest.

"I'm really bad at this so please don't do this to me.” He snaps.

You giggle, wrapping your arms around his waist.

"I really like you, Yoongi."

You think this is the first time you've explicitly told him how you've felt for him, and you can tell he's shocked when the words leave your lips.

"I was yours since you told me you believed in me." You whisper, lips grazing against his.

He swallows as you smile softly at him.

"I've never felt this way about anyone before," He confesses, "You're the only person that I look forward to seeing and ... when I saw Jungkook and Namjoon."

He shuts his eyes as your lips twitch, a giggle bubbling in your throat.

"I really want you to be mine," He sighs.

You nod your head, pecking him on the nose as you nuzzle your head into his broad chest, feeling the way it moves up and down with every breath that he takes.

"Happy birthday to you then," You smile cheekily.

He fondly grazes your cheeks, holding you unbelievably closer.

"Happy birthday indeed." He sighs, and you can feel the smile on his face when he kisses your forehead.

extra scene

"Happy birthday hyung!" Jungkook greets Yoongi the moment he steps out of his chambers in a large hug.

Yoongi grunts at the force, as he notices Jimin and Taehyung following behind him with a bowl of seaweed soup in celebration.

"Thanks, kid," Yoongi mumbles.

"How're you spending your birthday?" Taehyung asks when he settles the bowl on the table in front of his room.

Yoongi bows his head slightly thank the younger man as he shrugs.

"Same old. I have a session with _____ later and I need to assign Kim-ssi to his students."

“Bo-ring. Why don’t you ever do anything fun?” Jimin scoffs, “What did _____ get you for your birthday?”

The older man stutters for a second when he recollects the night you shared out on the pavilion and more after the two of you returned to his chambers in tangled limbs.

“She wished me,” Yoongi says curtly.

Jimin tries to spot any sign of unsureness but Yoongi was a hard book to read.

"Speaking of, where is ______? Shouldn't she at least be celebrating—"

Speak of the devil and she shall be summoned.

"Yoongi where are your—"

You step out of Yoongi's chambers, draped with his luxurious robe, chest slightly exposed enough to see the marks Yoongi littered on your chest after he took you back to his private chambers.

You freeze when you see three pairs of wide eyes staring back at you as you yelp, tugging the robe shut across your chest as your cheeks redden.

The only thing you hear when Yoongi tugs you closer to him by your hand and greets you with a kiss is:

"Hope the gift was good, hyung!” Jungkook cheers.

"You're not off the hook yet, brat."

𝐄𝐐𝟏 ♔♕ 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐔𝐌𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐈𝐀

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

♔ SERIES PAIRING: king!namjoon x princess!reader (south asian reader)♔

♔ CHAPTER WARNINGS + RATING: sfw, nc17, almost all angst tbh, brief mention of poison, y/n and namjoon are in the midst of a disagreement, honestly a mess of a problem between them, a mess of YEARNING most importantly. ♔

♔ SERIES SUMMARY: namjoon’s hopes for a blossoming relationship between you and him withers little by little with each passing day like a tree’s leaves between autumn and winter. a particular, significant dispute between the two of you becomes the last straw, marking a hiatus in your relationship as you depart his kingdom in favor of home. your husband allows you to spend your winter away from him, promising a return when the flowers bloom again. however, you’ve seemingly plucked the petals out of spring’s first batch of flowers, adamant on staying until your voice would be heard. ♔

♔ SERIES GENRE + WARNINGS: JODHAA AKBAR!AU, royal au, my attempt at something somewhat historical (joon —> king of goguryeo) [ i apologize for any inaccuracies ], angst, ARRANGED MARRIAGE, big cultural differences, sword fighting but make it romantic (if you’re namjoon) [with hints of sexual tension, but it’s a pretty casual fight], eventual smut. ♔

♔ A/N: ITS HERE ITS HERE ITS HERE AAAAAHHH. please enjoy this mess of a period fic i’ve started on. i’m HOOKED on to the concept of king!joon wanting to be a better man for his wife. my biggest hugs and kisses go to @sahmfanficbts​ & @purpletigertaetae​ for beta-ing and giving me amazing pointers and @moononthejoon​ & @sunsetae​ for letting me vomit out excerpts. but seriously i wouldn’t be publishing this if it weren’t for them. ♔

♔ WC: 5.1k ♔

♔ this falls under @thebtswritersclub​’s february prompt for “dishonest love”! will i finish the january prompt in due time?? we’ll see lol. ♔

♔ TAGLIST (OPEN): ♔

♔ CHAPTER GLOSSARY: ♔

mehendi - alternatively called henna, mehendi is a form of temporary body art originating from the henna plant. mehendi cones are used to create temporary tattoos over the skin. for special occasions in south asian culture, women receive mehendi tattoos. in context of the fic, women also receive abundant amounts of mehendi on their body (specifically the arms and feet) when they’re married. [ visual ]

ghoongat - serves as a veil to cover a woman’s face. a ghoongat coordinates with the colors of one’s clothes as well. most importantly, the main purpose of one is to obscure a woman’s face when she’s in the presence of other men, especially those that aren’t her husband. [ visual ]

lehenga - a type of clothing consisting of a blouse, skirt, and a shawl-like scarf, which doubles up as a ghoongat. [ visual ]

Central Square has never looked so colorful and festive, at least, ever since you left home. Or perhaps, maybe it was you who couldn’t see the color. 

Returning home after the tense compromise with your newly-arranged husband made you realize how unprecedented it was for you to make the trek back to your home kingdom. This wasn’t in the plans, not at all, which was why every nobleman and townsfolk watched wide-eyed as you returned to the soil of the land you were born in with wide eyes. 

“Your Highness, King Namjoon is coming to take you home. In fact, he’s only a few kilometers away. Surely you can not stay in your chambers forever,” one of your handmaidens reminded you. You’d lost count of how many times the same message but in different phrasings were iterated to you in the past fifteen minutes. The more you were reminded of his arrival, the more nostalgic you felt. A stomach-churning, head-twisting nostalgia in remembrance of brief moments that felt like a dream. 

Nothing in the world could mitigate the emotions in Namjoon’s gaze towards you from the first time you met him before the marriage had been confirmed. Something as simple as a gaze seemed to resonate in you for eternities. 

The curiosity in his eyes as you told him your two conditions for marrying him.

The wonder in his eyes as he gazed at patterns upon patterns of mehendi on your arms, seeming losing himself in the elegant swirls and floral designs.

The warmth in his eyes as he lifted your veil on your wedding day. 

The depth in his eyes as you requested your personal space on your wedding night.

The softness in his eyes as he indulged in a filling, delicious lunch, all from your hands. 

The flicker of guilt in his eyes when a misunderstanding led to a devastating hiatus in your relationship. 

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𝐄𝐐𝟐 ♔♕ 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | autumnal metanoia | winter flower | 

♔ SERIES PAIRING: king!namjoon x princess!reader (south asian reader) ♔

♔ CHAPTER WARNINGS + RATING: sfw. nc17. casual swordfighting? SO MUCH PINING UNDERNEATH THE ANGST GOSHH. sexual tension????? one mention of god. but also cocky softy joonie hehehe ♔

♔ SERIES SUMMARY: namjoon’s hopes for a blossoming relationship between you and him withers little by little with each passing day like a tree’s leaves between autumn and winter. a particular, significant dispute between the two of you becomes the last straw, marking a hiatus in your relationship as you depart his kingdom in favor of home. your husband allows you to spend your winter away from him, promising a return when the flowers bloom again. however, you’ve seemingly plucked the petals out of spring’s first batch of flowers, adamant on staying until your voice would be heard. ♔

♔ SERIES GENRE + WARNINGS: JODHAA AKBAR!AU, royal au, my attempt at something somewhat historical (joon —> king of goguryeo) [ i apologize for any inaccuracies ], angst, ARRANGED MARRIAGE, big cultural differences, sword fighting but make it romantic (if you’re namjoon) [with hints of sexual tension, but it’s a pretty casual fight], eventual smut. ♔

♔ A/N: we are… a little under halfway through our equinox series?? this release came to be a bit more delayed than i would’ve liked but that won’t stop me!! i really really want to finish this series. ♔

♔ WC: 5.4k ♔

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♔ CHAPTER GLOSSARY: ♔

rajkumari - translates to the daughter of a king/ruler, a princess. 

When a husband woke up from rest, would the first thing on his mind be his wife? Namjoon wondered this as his heavy eyelids were welcomed by the outside world. He usually woke up in an instant, but seemingly struggled at the moment. There was something missing in the room, an answer that his heart came up with before his mind could run the algorithms. 

With a grip rougher than it should’ve been, he lifted the curtain between you two only to be greeted with your absence. 

Such a sight shouldn’t be making him this anxious because this was your kingdom after all. You weren’t putting yourself into danger, nor were you obligated to stay by Namjoon no matter what. What was making him so tense? Making his heart race, his lungs contract, and his fingertips tremble?

Every fiber of Namjoon’s being pushed him out of bed. He barely knew this place which is why he didn’t know where to go, but it had to be somewhere. You couldn’t be too far, because the last time, when you were thousands of miles away, he had nearly driven himself insane while missing you. 

As hurriedly as he wanted to execute everything, he couldn’t help but to slow down just a bit. Why was he moving so quickly when he was simultaneously in awe of everything around him? Did he need to chase after you? Could he leisurely wander the new land his eyes have never seen before? 

A new kingdom, a new land, a new culture. These were your roots, after all. 

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𝐄𝐐𝟑 ♔♕ 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐌

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | autumnal metanoia | winter flower | first bloom |

♔ SERIES PAIRING: king!namjoon x princess!reader (south asian reader) ♔

♔ CHAPTER WARNINGS + RATING: sfw. nc17. they’re in love, your honor. pyaar! pyaar ho gaya!!! honestly i can’t think of proper tags for this it’s just fluff and more romantic fluff. ♔

♔ SERIES SUMMARY: namjoon’s hopes for a blossoming relationship between you and him withers little by little with each passing day like a tree’s leaves between autumn and winter. a particular, significant dispute between the two of you becomes the last straw, marking a hiatus in your relationship as you depart his kingdom in favor of home. your husband allows you to spend your winter away from him, promising a return when the flowers bloom again. however, you’ve seemingly plucked the petals out of spring’s first batch of flowers, adamant on staying until your voice would be heard. ♔

♔ SERIES GENRE + WARNINGS: JODHAA AKBAR!AU, royal au, my attempt at something somewhat historical (joon —> king of goguryeo) [ i apologize for any inaccuracies ], angst, ARRANGED MARRIAGE, big cultural differences, sword fighting but make it romantic (if you’re namjoon) [with hints of sexual tension, but it’s a pretty casual fight], eventual smut. ♔

♔ A/N: YESYES THE CHAPTER I’VE ALWAYS BEEN WAITING TO WRITE! you don’t know how much fun i had while writing this, there was just so much to capture…without a lot actually happening you know? thank you all for the love and support. brace yourselves though, because chapter four will be a heavy one! big hugs and kisses to @flytomyjoon, @dinamitae, and @triviafics for beta-ing and helping me out immensely! ♔

♔ WC: 3.2k ♔

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There was something oddly unique about this particular separation between you and Namjoon. It was far from what the two of you endured earlier, and it made you realize how the past 48 hours seemed to bring such a drastic shift in your life. 

Not too long ago, you were adamant about staying in your home kingdom. You couldn’t bear to look your husband in the eye, disgusted by his previous actions that made you think he had no respect for you. 

Now, you longed for him, in an explicit way you never fathomed yourself committing to. He had to leave so urgently᠆᠆he was here then gone like a brisk breeze. You, on the other hand, were like the naive one who decided to go out into the cold bare, without any sort of protective layers, to feel the breeze from head to toe. 

Because even when that breeze passed, your lack of protection, the layers you shrugged off allowed you to shiver intensely, to feel him everywhere even when he wasn’t there. 

Namjoon’s absence left you perplexed, more than you had been when you first came back home after leaving Goguryeo. Your exterior was changing drastically day by day, trembling and shaking in ways like no other. The tectonic plates of your heart created divergent boundaries that formed a stark gap down in the middle. When you thought you were leaving Goguryeo with venom, you felt the opposite bloom instead. 

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𝐄𝐐𝟒 ♔♕ 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐁𝐔𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒

♔ this chapter is dedicated to someone with a very special place in my heart. @triviafics​, a new character awaits, meri pyaari baji. ♔

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | autumnal metanoia | winter flower | first bloom | vernal tribulations |

♔ SERIES PAIRING: king!namjoon x princess!reader (south asian reader) ♔

♔ CHAPTER WARNINGS + RATING: nc17 sfw chapter for slightly triggering topics. attempted assassination. angst. execution. a new character!! ♔

♔ SERIES SUMMARY: namjoon’s hopes for a blossoming relationship between you and him withers little by little with each passing day like a tree’s leaves between autumn and winter. a particular, significant dispute between the two of you becomes the last straw, marking a hiatus in your relationship as you depart his kingdom in favor of home. your husband allows you to spend your winter away from him, promising a return when the flowers bloom again. however, you’ve seemingly plucked the petals out of spring’s first batch of flowers, adamant on staying until your voice would be heard. ♔

♔ SERIES GENRE + WARNINGS:  JODHAA AKBAR!AU, royal au, my attempt at something somewhat historical (joon —> king of goguryeo) [ i apologize for any inaccuracies ], angst, ARRANGED MARRIAGE, big cultural differences, sword fighting but make it romantic (if you’re namjoon) [with hints of sexual tension, but it’s a pretty casual fight], attempted assassination, execution, eventual smut. ♔

♔ A/N: s-second to last chapter folks. it’s almost over and i want to cry!! thank you so much for sticking with me throughout this crazy mess of a series. credits to my starliaght @sunshinekims for beta-ing and @sugasbabiie for helping me out with an excerpt! i didn’t think i’d make it this far with a fic, let alone with a series of all things. i’m so very thankful for all of you. ♡ ♔

♔ WC: 8.1k ♔

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♔ CHAPTER GLOSSARY: ♔

nathni - a type of nose ring that connects to an earpiece. [ visual ]

khussay - special embroidered shoes. [ visual ]

When it came to times of celebration, Namjoon heavily preferred more minimalistic approaches. Festivals and gatherings were always fun, but he always wondered as a child if the people who ran these festivities ever pondered upon what the new opportunities held whether it was a birthday or a promotion in position. There was much to enjoy during a birthday party, but did one ever consider what the last year had put them through, or did they ever predict what the year ahead of them would hold?  

Namjoon always did.

However, there was a momentous occasion right in front of him. A monumental change he witnessed each and every day after a cloaked stranger had tried to infiltrate his throne room. He woke up to this change, saw the change on the daily, experienced the change through her good and bad days. 

You. Arguably, one of the best things that have ever happened to him. Namjoon was conservative when it came to celebrations, but every time he saw you under his, no, under your shared roof, all he wanted to do was show you off. Call him red-blooded for possessing such a need, but in all honesty, he could paint “hopeless romantic” over his entire body and be satisfied. 

A bulk of the plans to celebrate your official arrival and residence in Goguryeo were done under your nose and behind your back. You couldn’t say much when you noticed Namjoon was spending less time around you than usual because you simply didn’t know what “normal” was. Previously, you barely gave him the light of the day when you first arrived, so how were you supposed to decide how much time alongside you was enough time? 

Yet, the newfound feelings you realized you had for him tugged on your heartstrings a little too much. You knew exactly where he was and with who, but sometimes, the bottoms of your toes would tingle as well as your fingertips, aching and aching to take those first steps, to place a hand at the doors so you could see him again. The connection, the romance, the passion, it was all too strong, a gushing waterfall that exuded nothing short of intimacy represented in different ways. 

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𝐄𝐐𝟓 ♔♕ 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐘

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | autumnal metanoia | winter flower | first bloom | vernal tribulations | summer redamancy  

♔ SERIES PAIRING: king!namjoon x princess!reader (south asian reader) ♔

♔ CHAPTER WARNINGS + RATING: nsfw. 18+. fluff?? i guess??? smart people discussions??? smut [ unprotected sex, praise, body worship, cunnilingus, slight bondage (just namjoon’s hands wink wonk), choking, fingering, handjob, impreg, breast play, bulging ]. a dumb attempt at me trying to make it come full circle. ♔

♔ SERIES SUMMARY: namjoon’s hopes for a blossoming relationship between you and him withers little by little with each passing day like a tree’s leaves between autumn and winter. a particular, significant dispute between the two of you becomes the last straw, marking a hiatus in your relationship as you depart his kingdom in favor of home. your husband allows you to spend your winter away from him, promising a return when the flowers bloom again. however, you’ve seemingly plucked the petals out of spring’s first batch of flowers, adamant on staying until your voice would be heard. ♔

♔ SERIES GENRE + WARNINGS:  JODHAA AKBAR!AU, royal au, my attempt at something somewhat historical (joon —> king of goguryeo) [ i apologize for any inaccuracies ], angst, ARRANGED MARRIAGE, big cultural differences, sword fighting but make it romantic (if you’re namjoon) [with hints of sexual tension, but it’s a pretty casual fight], eventual smut. ♔

♔ A/N: wow….here i am….closing the book of my very first completed series. i would say it took me a good 6 months to plan and write out equinox in its entirety? a very hectic, stressful, but worthwhile 6 months at least, especially because i got to share this story with all of you lovely people. i am endlessly grateful for all the support equinox received, especially because it had a really bumpy start. i especially wanted to shine a spotlight on all my desi readers who stumbled across this fic as the representation doesn’t come easy. so from the very bottom of my heart: thank you thank you thank you! this chapter was also read over by my bbs @lovetrivia and @monvante who supported me so much throughout the writing process, as well as many others who know who they are. ♔

♔ WC: 7.4k ♔

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Namjoon waited for you to place your hand on top of his so the two of you could clasp the book closed together. 

“So…” he started, gaze shifting from the closed book to your eyes, “What did you think?” 

As he asked a question of his own he began answering it in his own mind. He could certainly remember the first day you came to his study with a chosen tome, eyes wide and curious because you wanted nothing more than to read with him. Namjoon could even reminisce when he’d joked about reading before bed together because of the occasional sleepless nights the two of you would face, and you seemed to take him seriously. 

He knew for sure he couldn’t say no to you. The way you shook your head when he suggested to set the book by your bed tonight was all too vivid to him too, especially as you told him you wanted to read it in the library with him so you could familiarize yourself with the literature that shaped your husband, and your kingdom. 

That was what brought the two of you tucked deep in the corners of the palace library every night shoulder to shoulder with bookshelves that were decades old pressing against your backs. You couldn’t complain about the spines of books that pressed against you because you knew Namjoon had to experience it as well, and the slight mutualistic displeasure that came with your chosen spot was what was keeping you from choosing somewhere else.

The two of you would read until one would sense the other was getting tired. No set page limit, but just as soon as you took note of when Namjoon’s eyelids drooped a bit more than usual or vice versa, the book was closed immediately. 

However, tonight was different from other nights because the prospect of being on the last few pages of your chosen book kept the two of you awake. Both you and Namjoon had lost count of how many pages you’d read to finish the book, but you knew based on the plot that everything was coming to an end. 

Namjoon’s question to you was well-fitting, and you were glad he asked because it was something you’ve been thinking about ever since you came to the terms with the book about to end. 

“I enjoyed it thoroughly,” you kept your answer sweet and simple, “I thought a boring exposition would not reel me in but here I am now wishing there was more.” 

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𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐗 ♔♕ 𝐌𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

♕ COMPLETED ♕ 

♔ LAST UPDATE: june 11 ♔ 

♕ SERIES PAIRING: king!namjoon x princess!reader (south asian reader) ♕

♔ SERIES GENRE + WARNINGS: JODHAA AKBAR!AU, royal au, my attempt at something somewhat historical (joon —> king of goguryeo) [ i apologize for any inaccuracies ], angst, ARRANGED MARRIAGE, big cultural differences, sword fighting but make it romantic (if you’re namjoon) [with hints of sexual tension, but it’s a pretty casual fight], attempted assassination, execution, eventual smut. ♔

♕ SUMMARY: namjoon’s hopes for a blossoming relationship between you and him withers little by little with each passing day like a tree’s leaves between autumn and winter. a particular, significant dispute between the two of you becomes the last straw, marking a hiatus in your relationship as you depart his kingdom in favor of home. your husband allows you to spend your winter away from him, promising a return when the flowers bloom again. however, you’ve seemingly plucked the petals out of spring’s first batch of flowers, adamant on staying until your voice would be heard. ♕

♔ A/N: ahaha RECOGNIZE THIS?? about a week ago, i posted a teaser for “autumnal metanoia”, which was going to be the first installment in a two-shot jodhaa!akbar au. because of some irl events and a shit ton of planning i had to put into this, i’m making king!namjoon and rajkumari!y/n a mini series (at least i hope it’s mini). the movie jodhaa akbar is near and dear to my heart and not an ounce of the plot goes unforgotten by me. so as typical noor fashion, i’ve written it in what i do best: fic style. near and dear to my heart are also my lovely frendos who’ve held my hand throughout getting inspo, planning, and writing!: @babeejk, @ditttiii, @purpletigertaetae, @moononthejoon, @sunshinekims, @aroseforyoongi, @sunsetae! ♔

♔ A/N pt 2: hi…she’s back…..after…….sigh let’s not.. ♔ 

♕ CURRENT WC: 29.2k ♕

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♕ GLOSSARY: please read and familiarize yourself with these terms before you read this fic! ♕  

mehendi - alternatively called henna, mehendi is a form of temporary body art originating from the henna plant. mehendi cones are used to create temporary tattoos over the skin. for special occasions in south asian culture, women receive mehendi tattoos. in context of the fic, women also receive abundant amounts of mehendi on their body (specifically the arms and feet) when they’re married. [ visual ]

ghoongat - serves as a veil to cover a woman’s face. a ghoongat coordinates with the colors of one’s clothes as well. most importantly, the main purpose of one is to obscure a woman’s face when she’s in the presence of other men, especially those that aren’t her husband. [ visual ]

lehenga - a type of clothing consisting of a blouse, skirt, and a shawl-like scarf, which doubles up as a ghoongat. [ visual ]

rajkumari - translates to the daughter of a king/ruler, a princess.

nathni - a type of nose ring that connects to an earpiece. [ visual ]

khussay - special embroidered shoes. [ visual ]

LISTEN TO THIS WHILE YOU READ

i: AUTUMNAL METANOIA

ii: WINTER FLOWER

iii: FIRST BLOOM

iv: VERNAL TRIBULATIONS

v: SUMMER REDAMANCY

𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐖.

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The Prince’s Playroom | JHS

“Prince Hoseok knew that you were his future Queen the moment he revealed his secret to you. You weren’t just intrigued, but easily became addicted. And now, you would do anything for your Prince’s attention to be back on you…”

PAIRING: Hoseok x Reader (f) WORD COUNT: 10k WARNINGS: Playroom, dom/sub dynamic, BDSM, blindfolding, chains/suspension, caning (riding crop), pain kink, wax play, orgasm denial, squirting, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, begging, penetrative sex (m/f), finger sucking A/N: What’s up, it’s me, ya boy… except… I’m a girl… anyway- I’m back with a new fic! This one is just kinky as hell honestly so pls read the warnings. It was also a paid commission! If you would like your own, (member x reader or member x member) then head to my ko-fi page!   ***********************************

Your days were growing… mundane, to say the least. With no royal engagements any time soon – not ones you were involved in, anyway – you were left to simply wander about the palace, wasting the hours away until your fiancé was available to enjoy the evening with. That was your life.

Of course, you were looked after better than any other woman in the land, and frankly, you never had to lift a finger if you didn’t want to. And oh, how you loved Prince Hoseok, the man who had stolen your heart; future King. He was everything to you, and you to him. He could never have imagined he would fall in love so superbly and with a woman so elegant and charming as yourself. He adored the very ground you walked on, and perhaps that was to blame for his abhorrent jealousy…

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prima nocta | jjk

summary It was a tradition that had started with his father as a way to consolidate his power deemed jus primae noctis: the right of the first night. The lords would watch him claim the woman they would spend the rest of their lives with physically, and their pride would fall at his feet.

genre king!jungkook, virgin!reader, royalty au

rating 18+

warnings induction of prima noctae, loss of virginity, unprotected sex, cunnilingus, fellatio, an audience during sex, grinding, dirty talk, hickies, fingering, spanking, nipple play, spitting, throat fuck

wc 5.0k

a/n this won't have a part 2 but you're welcome to ask me questions about the couple in my ask box!

"Your appointment for this evening is ready for you, your highness," the chamberlain announces with a bow of his head.

Jungkook nods as he reads through the documents left in the royal study. "I'll be there when I'm finished."

As soon as the door behind the chamberlain shut, Jungkook buries his head in his hands. He was in the middle of trying to garner an alliance with a nearby kingdom, but the terms of the agreement were something they were still hassling over. There was a small piece of disputed land at the border of the two kingdoms that had long been a source of strife. But it was Jungkook's intention to resolve that issue and finally join together with Kim Taehyung's forces. After all, it would be mutually beneficial to have foreign support for both leaders as Taehyung could use Jungkook's army, and Jungkook could use Taehyung’s power to feign off challenges to his throne.

He had been reading over the agreement Taehyung had sent over, which tilted very selfishly in his favor. Jungkook tried to outline a new agreement that would be fair to both kingdoms, but his brain was fried and he couldn't take thinking any more tonight.

He leans back in his chair, feeling the burden of the kingdom weigh down on his shoulders. Many people thought he was too young to ascend to the throne, too inexperienced, after his father's untimely death. And it was moments like this when Jungkook thought they were right. Even though he was an adult, he felt woefully unprepared. His father never spent enough time teaching him the reigns, or passing down lessons on how to be king. He instead chose to foster Jungkook's love for traveling, as he awarded him his own boat and crew to traipse around the world for the time he was supposed to be learning crucial information that might've come in handy now.

Of course, Jungkook was no pauper. He had grown up around war meetings and strategic defense planning, and it didn't hurt that his mind was as sharp as an eagle's talon. But Jungkook still couldn't help but feel that his father sending him on a long vacation had more to do with keeping him out of court and keeping him numb to the responsibilities of a monarch, lest Jungkook suddenly made an uncharacteristic grab for power, than it did for his father's true understanding of his son. Now that he really thought about, Jungkook could laugh at the latter; that was never really his father's style.

Jungkook reluctantly stands up from the study, leaving the unfinished draft to wallow on his desk in place of him. He walks out, nodding to the guards, and follows the path he always did on nights like this.

With every step of the way, Jungkook's mind reeled; he couldn't help but think "What would father do in this situation?" Though he had the answer ready before he even finished thinking the question. He knew what route his father would take in these negotiations, and he knew how his father would handle a threat to his throne. Heck, at this very moment, Jungkook's feet led him to the exact thing his father did to keep his power.

His father wouldn't bother messing around with a peace treaty, opting for a more violent solution to the border dispute. But Jungkook wasn't his father, he thought adamantly, and things were going to be different now.

He shook his head of his thoughts as the giant doors to the bedroom were pushed open for him as he strode in.

He spares a fleeting glance to the procession lined up on the other side of the bed; the chamberlain, a member of the clergy, the lord chancellor, and of course, a representative of the groom's family, most likely the groom's father, to bear witness to the act that was about to take place.

It was a tradition that had started with his father as a way to consolidate his power, deemed jus primae noctis: the right of the first night. The lords would watch him claim the woman they would spend the rest of their lives with physically, and their pride would fall at his feet. It worked, of course, though only a man as ruthless as the late king would come up with such a rule. He always seemed to revel in this decree, going overboard to prove he was the one in charge. However, with his death came the very strife and competition among the court that would threaten Jungkook's rise to the throne, and so he was in no position to overrule the decree. Not yet, anyway.

He didn't glance over at the small window that was covered in the sheerest of fabric, knowing the court ladies stood blushing behind it. The ceremony was as much a power play for the women as it was for the men of the royal court. Though he knew they weren't technically supposed to be there, it was tradition that they snuck behind the glass, their eyes watching him with every move, vying for a good view.

He strode over to the canopy bed, the white translucent curtains drawn, though he could see the outline of a figure inside. Pulling the curtains back, he ran his gaze over the girl waiting for him, and his heart stopped.

Lying on the intricately-woven comforter was the most beautiful woman Jungkook had ever seen, clad in white lace lingerie, down to the matching sheer stockings and robe. Her hair pooled on the satin pillow beneath her head, a single white rose clutched in her hands as she looks up at him with big eyes. She looked so delicate, so angelic that Jungkook could almost see a halo glowing around her head. There was something ethereal about her, as if the light shining from her was too good for this world. Jungkook had only a moment with her, and already he was bound under her spell.

He was caught completely unawares, so much so that he could be knocked down by a feather in the moment. This isn’t supposed to happen, he thinks fleetingly, hopelessly. He isn’t supposed to be captivated by her. It was supposed to be as simple as a business transaction, just a task he had to complete. He doesn't even know who she is, for goodness sakes! And he's the freaking king, it's not like this was his first time seeing a girl all spread out for him. He was used to this scene.

But try as he might, he couldn't stop his heart beating so loudly that he could feel it trying to rip out of his chest and be encased in her embrace.

He was pulled into her spell willingly, as he leaned down to do something he never did: he kissed her. His lips gently brush her soft ones, asking for permission, before she presses back, giving her consent.

He could feel the surprise of the people around him, though they didn't dare say a word. The clergymen and lord chancellor were very familiar with the usual interaction; most nights, the king would simply stride in, engage in simple intercourse that would fulfill the requisite, and leave just as swiftly to attend to his busy schedule. They had never once seen such a tender moment take place.

He forgets about the world around him when he pulls back to look into your dazzling eyes. He searches for the reason of his enthrallment with you, trying to explain how he came to be so enchanted all of a sudden, but all he found was your gaze, drawing him further into you. He gently plucks the white rose from your hands and places it on the bedside table before climbing into the bed, hovering over you. His eyes run down your body in awe before settling at your midline. He tugs at the thin string holding your robe together to have it fall apart, revealing your garter belt and bustier delicately wrapped around your body. He takes in the sight hungrily, wanting to rip those fragile seams apart and have you writhing in pleasure underneath him. But he paces himself, knowing if he did what he wanted, it would be over way too soon for his liking. Not to mention, he has to prepare you first.

He eyes travel back up to meet your hesitant ones, and his heart skips a beat. He leans down to place a comforting kiss on your lips, his emotion pouring in, communicating his intentions. You visibly relax into his touch, returning the kiss with a fervor you've never known before. You feel safe here in his arms, despite the onlookers surrounding you.

You had been so nervous for this moment, not knowing what to expect on this night. You had heard of the consummation process of prima noctae, but you still had a thousand thoughts plague you before. How would it feel, lying with the king before being resorted to your future husband? The rumors surrounding the king varied, some insisting he was just like his father, but others painting a more empathetic picture. How would he treat you? There were women who had witnessed jus primae noctis before, but they were typically ladies of the court, and they held those secrets of the king close to their chest, like treasure they were afraid to lose it.

Your nerves kept you in constant anxiety, from getting ready in the bathhouse, to getting dressed and dolled up for him, until the moment itself. But as soon as you saw his handsome face peering down at you softly, though, you knew you could trust the king to take care of you, in whatever way he deemed. You were ready to give yourself to the man kissing up your neck right now, confident that he can make you feel better than any other man ever could.

His kisses trail down to your breasts, his hands running down your sides. He pulls one leg up to his hip as he cradles you under his hand. Taking his time, finding his own path down your body as his sensuality led the way. He leaves open-mouthed kisses wherever he goes, a spark running through you everytime his lips touch your body.

When he reaches your panties, he exhales a soft breath at the sight. He lookes up at you, and you catch a hint of a smirk before he puts his mouth on you through the fabric.

Your head falls back as butterflies explode in your stomach. His lips hold you hostage as his tongue swirls around, drenching the fabric. Your eyes roll to the back of your head; he's barely touched you and you were already so aroused. When he is satisfied with his work, he pulls back to admire the now-see-through panties hugging you.

His eyes grow hungry at the sight, and it wasn't moments until you yelp out at the tearing sound and the sudden cold breeze you feel between your legs. Jungkook had torn off your panties, throwing the remains over his shoulder. You blink at him in suprise as he stares down at your glistening pussy, his eyes mesmerized.

As if willed by powers above himself, Jungkook dives down and buries himself in between your legs. You fall back on the bed with a gasp. He holds your folds open with two fingers, exposing you to him, as he licks and sucks at your dripping cunt. The slurping sounds are loud in your ear, causing you to groan. If you didn't feel so blissed out, you would've been embarassed at the sounds coming from what he was doing to you. Your hand unconsciously comes down to squeeze your breast as you buck your hips into his mouth.

A knot starts to build in the pit of your stomach as he hooks his hands under your knees to pull you closer. He eats you out like he was a man starved for a thousand days.

"Are you close, darling?" He coos. The first words he spoke to you. He looks up to meet your eyes in a tender gaze... before licking a stripe up your pussy while holding eye contact with you.

You gasp out, shakily nodding. You're on the brink of feeling better than you ever had before. And all it takes is for Jungkook to plunge his tongue inside you for the tension inside you to break. You sob, thighs trembling as your orgasm washes over you, coating his mouth in your cum. You could feel tears prick at the corners of your eyes, and you choke at how good it feels.

Your body is covered in a light layer of sweat as he climbs back up, taking your mouth in a heated kiss. You could feel your arousal on his tongue as he gently pushes it into your mouth.

When he pulls away, his eyes lock with yours in a passionate gaze. He almost takes your breath away with how handsome he is; long black hair that was originally tied back neatly now falling into his face messily, his sheer black shirt doing little to hide his toned body and pecs from you, his light overcoat framing his shoulders. He is truly worthy of the title "King."

"Jungkook," he breathes, startling you out of your gaze. "You can call me Jungkook."

You nod, hesitantly trying out his name on your tongue, "Jungkook."

His heart almost bursts at the sound of his name falling from your lips. Never was it uttered in such a heavenly way as you did just now. Your voice is like a song, and sweet as sugar. He wants to hear it again, and again, and again...

"Jungkook," you gasp as his lips trail back down to your neck. You could feel him marking you, sucking purple and red into your skin, marks that would be hard to cover up tomorrow. You almost forgot you were betrothed to another man as he brands you as his, and you were happy to be tainted with his touch. You would let him claim you for the rest of your life, if he so desired.

"What's your name darling?" he mumbles against your skin.

It takes you a moment to respond, having to ground yourself from the pleasure he was kissing into you. "____" you mumble shyly. Saying your name out loud suddenly makes this moment feel so real. This wasn't a dream, and all of reality came rushing back... including the fact that someone else would be uttering your name tomorrow at the altar.

Jungkook seemes to sense your rising anxieties, tilting your chin up to look at him. His gaze fills you with the warmth of a spring day, melting all your thoughts of the outside world away. It's perplexing to you how easily he is able to draw you back into him, and make you think of only him.

He bends down to kiss you softly, his covered bulge rubbing against your folds causing you to whimper into the kiss. Spurred on by your quiet moans, he slowly grinds his hips into yours and deepens the kiss, making you feel every curve of him, the girth making you gasp.

His hand snakes down in between your bodies, and starts playing with your clit, prepping your pussy for what’s coming. He pulls away from your mouth and goes down to mark your breasts as he teases your entrance with a finger. You can feel your cunt throbbing at the sensation, about to suck his fingers in greedily, but you stop him before he goes any further, a hand on his making him look up in suprise.

You don't speak as you gently push him back on his haunches, crawling towards him until you're face-to-face with his crotch. Jungkook looks down at you, stunned, as your hands work his pants open and pull his cock out.

The sight of the veiny shaft with the red mushroom tip makes your mouth water. He’s huge, and he isn't even fully hard yet. You aren't even sure if it is going to fit inside of you, but you want to take him so badly. You want to please him, make him feel as good as he made you feel, show him how good you can be for him. You want to take him into your mouth as far as he can go and have him look as fucked out as you looked earlier.

You wrap your nimble fingers around his cock, feeling the texture for the first time. He gently places his hand over yours, making you look at him. "Are you sure?" he asks softly.

You nod reassuringly, your innocent eyes not holding fear or concern, but determination. You experimentally slide your hand up and down his cock, testing the waters. The slide is a bit rough, so you try it out after spitting into your palm, which pulls a loud groan above you from Jungkook. You tentatively put your mouth on his tip, swirling your tongue around before pulling out with a pop. He was already big, but the more you touched him, the more he swelled. You go back in, taking him further, bobbing your head, as you fall into a comfortable rhythm. You look up at him expectantly, and he tangles his hand into your hair, moaning out a "good girl."

You revel in his praise, your hand pumping him faster as you push him into your mouth as far as possible, feeling a tightness in your throat. You can feel your arousal starting to pool in your center just from taking him so greedily, your senses abandon you as all you focused on was the handsome figure above you. His eyes are closed, and his head falls back, but he tries to resist that reflex. He wants to watch you, admire the way you look. He wills himself to open his eyes and look down to see you trying to take his giant cock into your tiny mouth, and he almost falls apart.

Your cheeks hollow as your eyes flutter up to look at him. You hear him whine out your name at the sight of you, and he starts to thrust his hips into your mouth, chasing his high. Your hand comes down to hold yourself steady on the bed as you try to take him. It wasn't exactly comfortable for you, but your pussy was dripping from how he was fucking your mouth. You moan around his length, thinking about how he'd feel inside of you, and the vibrations causing Jungkook to hasten his pace with a groan. You're sat prettily, looking up at him with big eyes as he thrusts his ginormous cock into your virgin mouth, and Jungkook knows he won't last any longer with you looking like that, so he pulls out before he spills his cum down your throat, and pushes you down on the bed roughly.

"Fuck baby, you sure that was your first time sucking cock," he groans in your ear, while returning his hand to the original position between your legs to tease your pussy. You wrap your hands around his neck to pull him closer, whimpering and nodding as he plays with your clit, sparking a fire in you that only he'd be able to put out.

"And look how wet you are," he teases, spreading your arousal around in his fingers, "is it because you let me fuck your mouth, sweetheart?"

You whine as he nears your entrance, slowly circling it without ever going in. "Yes, wanted to be good for you," you cry out, bucking your hips into his hand. God, you wanted him so badly.

He chuckles at your neediness before giving you what you want, pushing one finger inside you slowly, using your arousal to pump.

"You were so good for me," he nuzzles your neck, "you deserve everything. You deserve the world."

Your breathing stutters as he adds another finger, slowly stretching you in preparation for his cock. You were thankful, because there was no way you'd be able to take him now, in all his fully engorged glory, without this precursor. He finds a steady rhythm, alternating between pumping his fingers in and out and scissoring you open. You can feel him brush up against your bundle of nerves as he goes deeper, curling his fingers up inside you. You gasp out, nuzzling your face in his neck as you clutch his bicep, moving your hips in tandem with him, riding his hand.

Once you’re clawing at his hand, and bucking your hips up in desperation, he abruptly pulls his fingers from you. You whine at the sudden emptiness inside you, before he muffles you with a kiss.

"Patience, baby," he smiles teasingly as you pout up at him. But Jungkook was a hypocrite, because, right now, his cock was throbbing with an ache to be inside of you. The only reason he had any self-control was because he wanted to cherish this moment, cherish how you look at him, how you kiss him, how you reach down and line up his cock at your entrance...

"You ready?" he asks softly. You're so perfect, all layed out for him, looking better than heaven. He wants you so badly, wants to take you so many different ways, but he holds himself back in concern for you.

"Yes, please fuck me, Jungkook. I'm ready," you beg, pushing his bangs out of his face to get a better look. "I've never been more sure of anything in my life." There was nothing else you wanted more on this earth, and he could feel that in your gaze. He hesitantly rubs his cock against your folds, holding back. You whine at the teasing, bucking your hips up in desperation while pleading his name. He chuckles, whispering "Okay," gently kissing your forehead and entangling his hand in yours, before lining himself up. Your hands brace around his torso as he hovers above you.

He pushes past your walls slowly, and you could feel every inch of him inside you. You could feel him stretching you as he carefully moves, rubbing your waist comfortingly. It feels a little uncomfortable and odd, but he is being so gentle with you, the sensation was easier to bear. Once he bottoms out, he pauses to give you a chance to adjust, placing a tender kiss on your lips.

"You okay?" he asks. You can tell he's holding back, his cheeks red and his neck vein popping as he paces himself for your sake. You nod, taking his face into your hands and kissing him passionately. He moans into your mouth, savoring the taste of you on his lips as he’s tucked inside of you.

He pulls out slowly, pausing for only a second before pushing back in roughly. You gasp out at the sudden intrusion, digging your nails into his back as he continues his slow pace, trying to loosen you up. You can feel pleasure replace the pain as he repeats the action.

"Fuck, your pussy feels so good," he groans in your ear as he nips your lobe. You whimper at the sensation before you're pulling him closer and whining "faster, Jungkook," in his ear. It takes all of his self-control not to bust right then and there, his heart swelling with the thought of fucking you how he wants to.

His pace quickens as he ruts into you, littering your neck in kisses as his cock slams into you with every thrust. You could hear the thud of the wood against the wall as the giant canopy bed moves with the two you. The curtains around you shudder, mimicking you as your legs tremble around him.

His breath is hot in your ear as your pussy takes him, the squelching sounds adding to the symphony around you. You could feel a familiar warmth blossom in the pit of your stomach.

"Jungkook," you squeak out, "I'm close." Your arms wrap tighter around him as he pulls one leg around his waist, the new angle causing you to gasp out as he nudges the rough bundle of nerves inside you. He snakes his arm down to rub your clit while pressing wet kisses down your neck.

"Already, angel?" he prompts, hitting deeper inside you, targetting your g-spot. You cry out his name as he finds it with it ease, now constantly stimulating it. He kisses you feverishly, panting, "Alright, baby, come for me."

The sensations around you overwhelm you, and you're pushed over the edge with a sob of his name, your body shaking.

Jungkook is peppering your face in kisses as you coat his cock in arousal, but you can still feel his hard cock inside you. You feel him pull out before flipping you over and pulling your hips up, your short, flimsy robe falling over your ass. He pushes it to the side before shoving his cock back into you, slapping his hips against your ass as he finds his new rhythm.

He groans out your name as you tighten around him, the overstimulation already building another knot inside of you. He thrusts relentlessly, chasing his release, gripping your hips tightly as he moves them to match his pace. He tries to slow down, to give himself more time, to collect himself. But the sight of you, your face pressed against the mattress, whiny moans muffled, as you squeezed around his cock, is too much for him to bear. He sloppily ruts into you, tightening his grip trying to get you to move faster against him. His hand furiously rubs at your clit, trying to draw another orgasm out of you, gasping "Come on baby, one more time. Be a good girl and cum for me."

Your body convulses as his encouragement pushes you into another orgasm, falling limply and letting him use your body for his pleasure, officially tapped out for the night. His hips stutter around you, your orgasm triggering his own, and he moans out your name before releasing inside of you, squirting his cum all over your walls.

He falls beside you, heavy breathing matching your own. He turns his head to look at you, capturing your image, all fucked out from his cock, looking ethereally beautiful. He brushes your hair away from your face and kisses your forehead before tucking you into the bed. He moves to the edge of the mattress, pushing the curtain aside to peek out and call the chamberlain over, hissing instructions to him quietly.

He crawls back in beside you, as the chamberlain dismisses everyone in the room, and shuts the window shutters from prying eyes, leaving the two of you alone in the giant bed. He gets under the covers and pulls you into his side, admiring you as you look up to meet his eyes, a heat slowly creeping up your cheeks. You may have been shameless before, but after the bliss of orgasm was lifted from you, you became shy in his presence, and of all the things you let him do to you.

"Your fiance is a lucky man," he breaks the silence. There's something behind his eyes when the words leave his lips, but you can't quite make out what it is.

"Hm," you laugh humorlessly, "if luck awarded him me, I wish he would run out of it."

"You mean..." Jungkook pauses, surprised at your statement. He assumed you would be happy about marrying the love of your life. He shakes his head, "you didn't choose?"

You smile sadly. "I'm from the outer villages. the only bargaining chip my family had was me. I went to the highest bidder and that was all. I had no say in the matter."

Jungkook quietly contemplates your words. You were entering into a loveless marriage. A choice you didn't even make. The man, the lord, you were going to marry was going to parade you around court like a prize, and all the while, you'd be... alone.

You nuzzle into his side as you drift off to sleep, comforted by his warmth and scent. You feel protected in his arms. Protected from what tomorrow would bring, what the rest of your life would bring. He was the only person in your life who had ever asked you what you wanted, if you were okay, and you wanted to cherish that feeling for as long as you could.

Jungkook watches over you as you sleep. How could he ever live to know that you would belong to someone else? How could he let you go, knowing tonight was the last time he was going to see you? It killed him to think he would never be able to hold you again, never feel your soft kiss again, never have you wrapped around him again...

He could feel physical anguish at the thought. The thought of someone else doing the things you two did. The thought of you lighting up someone else's life with your charm and bewitching smile.

Jungkook sighs heavily, staring down at you. You're the north star in his night; you gave him direction and hope just by sharing your presence. You shone so brightly he couldn't be bothered with any other object in the sky. But just like the star, you would disappear when the sun rose, and day's harsh light would bring real life back at his doorstep.

The next day, when you’re ooking at your reflection in the mirror, white dress draped on your body with a veil to match, you didn't expect to see a royal courier burst in, hastily shoving a note in your hand. You expected even less for the letter to read:

"Your wedding to the lord has been called off, by royal decree of the king."

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kingdom come.

with the royal council pressuring you to produce an heir, you try and give in to their requests and find a husband that will give you a child—just not from the person they’ve been thinking of though, but rather from the man who has always been secretly in your heart.

pairing: taehyung x reader

word count: 10.5k

rating: 18+

content: light angst | fluff | smut | secret relationship au | modern royalty au | heavily based on ‘the king: eternal monarch’ | ft. royal guard!taehyung, queen!reader, prime minister!jimin

warning/s: light tones of sexism | talks about parents passing away | explicit sexual content | swearing | oral (f. + m. receiving) | brief handjob | breast play | nipple sucking | unprotected sex (it’s fiction yall okay always be safe !!) | cum eating | soft mushy vanilla sex tbh

opening note. finally, my first taehyung one shot after being on hiatus last year 🤧 this is my first royalty au fic too and my knowledge of it is quite limited so if i have things stated wrong here, i apologize !! plus, i really have mixed emotions about this fic since i think it’s really,,, a mess sjdksjs and writing this took all of my brain cells so pls be nice to me 🥴

special thank you to @yoongberries and @kimcritique for beta reading this fic and keeping up with me as i complain how this story took my soul SKSKSJS you guys are the bestest 🥺💞

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Genre: Royal AU

Warnings: a really poor attempt at smut. Please don’t read if you’re not comfortable with that

A/N: this really is a poor attempt at smut because I’m still not comfortable with writing it. Hopefully you enjoy it anyway

Y/N looked out the window of the carriage as it approached the castle gates. She marvelled at the massive structure before her, slightly intimidated at the vast expanse of the place that would be her home for the next few months. She took a deep breath to try steel her nerves for the days to come. She had never been in this kingdom, never mind its palace, and now she was expected to make it her home for the weeks to come. Her father had insisted that this would be best for her. He and King Jong In were old friends, having known each other from childhood, and the king had agreed to take his long time friend’s daughter into his home to protect her from the war that ravaged her home country. 

This is how y/n had found herself in a new land surrounded by people she had heard of but never seen before. As the carriage stopped before the palace doors, y/n let go of the breath she had forgotten she was holding. Holding on to whatever strength she had left in her, she composed herself. When the carriage door opened, she got up and took hold of the page’s outstretched hand while he helped her down and prepared herself to meet her hosts.

Stepping out of the carriage, she was momentarily blinded by the sun. Regaining her vision, she was greeted by the sight of the smiling king and queen who stood directly ahead of her. Taking one last calming breath, she walked up to them as the herald announced her arrival. “Lady Y/L/N of …,” he stated as she bowed deeply before the king and queen. Her heart dropped from hearing her newly acquired title out loud but she pushed that from her mind, determined not to be sad in front of these people she was meeting for the first time.

“Your Majesties, it is a pleasure to meet you. I am so grateful to you for being kind enough to host me during this time and by father sends his deepest regards,” she greeted them politely while still bowing before them. She stood up when she was done and looked back up at the smiling faces of King Jongin and Queen Hana. Observing them, she could see why people always spoke so highly of them. The king and queen were both individually attractive and made quite a complimentary pair. Where the king had hard and sharp features to his handsome face, making him look kind yet intimidating, the queen had soft, rounded features to her beautiful that made her seem sweet and caring. Although both of them smiled, neither smile reached the eyes of the owner as they looked sadly at their guest. Nonetheless, the king stepped forward to pat her shoulder reassuringly.

“We are very happy to have you here, y/n,” the king replied warmly.

“You are most welcome in our home,” the queen added, moving forward to hug her. After a while the queen pulled slightly back from the hug. “We are very sorry to hear of the horrors you’ve faced but we do hope you enjoy your stay here. We would all like to make it at comfortable as possible.” She gestured around at the people surrounding her and only then did y/n look at the princes surrounding their parents.

The seven princes of Bangtan were well known throughout the world. Their remarkable looks had made them quite famous and there wasn’t a single person from any kingdom who didn’t know them. They were known for being good, charitable princes who always did their best to help their kingdom but, having been blessed with the looks of their parents, they had also developed reputations as playboys. Their looks had attracted the attention of many ladies over the years, and they were known to bed any pretty little thing who batted her eyelashes one too many times at them, having collectively made their way through all the women in their kingdom at least once. 

Y/n swept her eyes over the princes before her. First they landed on Prince Hoseok, the third son. He was known as the active one and quite a Mama’s boy which was shown in the way he stood protectively beside the queen. Despite this fact he was one of the more notorious amongst the ladies, being a highly skilled dancer. He would use his skills to woo women on the dancefloor then later in his bedchamber. On his other side stood the youngest, Prince Jungkook. Talented at almost everything he put his mind to, he would use his angelic voice to seduce women and have them singing his name late at night as he pleasured them. 

Beside him stood the tantalising twins, Jimin and Taehyung. Although they couldn’t have looked and sounded more different, Jimin having inherited more of his mother’s soft features and her gentle voice, and Taehyung having inherited more of his father’s handsomeness and his deep voice, you couldn’t have found a more inseparable pair. They were hardly ever seen alone and were known to use a buddy system to seduce their prey.

Shifting her gaze over to the far opposite side of the twins, y/n’s gaze drifted over Yoongi, the second oldest. He was well known for being pretty inactive, choosing to laze in his room most days, but he was a gifted pianist, and his tongue technology always left the girls lucky enough to experience it speechless. Beside him was Namjoon, the middle child. He was well known for being a philosophical poet and was so well-spoken, he could have his conquests excited and ready for release before even having laid a hand on them. 

Her eyes finally came to rest on Seokjin, the Crown Prince and heir of Bangtan. She had heard stories of the man’s beauty but could not have ever prepared herself for what she saw before her. Looking at him, she finally understood why so many girls would practically beg him to make a woman out of them. She didn’t notice that she had been staring at him until he smirked and cocked his head to the side.

“We really do hope you’ll enjoy your stay. If there is any way we can make it more comfortable for you, please don’t hesitate to let us know.”

He winked at her, causing her to scowl at him before looking away, taken aback. “Thank you all so much,” she replied, smiling. She was then led into the palace by the queen, where she would begin her new life.

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The next few months passed by quickly. Y/n got along with the youngest six princes quite well. The twins and Jungkook had made it their mission to keep her smiling and she’d find herself constantly giggling at their silly antic and mischievous ways. She quickly learned that although the servants adored their youngest three princes, they were often exasperated by the things they did, which would always cause her to laugh even more, albeit guiltily.

Namjoon, she had come to learn, was quite scholarly, speaking a variety of languages it had not been necessary for him to learn and always finding topics to debate with her. He would often recommend good books for her to read, and she would always return to him the next day worn out from finishing the book in one night but excited to discuss it with him.

Hoseok had also decided that entertaining her should be his number one priority. He would steal her away whenever they were both free to teach her dances from places she’d never even heard of before. He would spend hours helping her until they’d eventually land up exhaustedly sitting on the floor, laughing at her failed attempts at learning the dances, although he kept insisting she was slowly improving.

Even Yoongi, who generally didn’t like people, wouldn’t object if she’d sit with him whenever she’d need a break from his more hyperactive brothers. She’d stay with him in the music room and watch him come up with new compositions, always astounded by how naturally his fingers flew over the keys of the piano. They hardly ever spoke to each other but it was obvious from their interactions that his was the friendship she cherished the most.

The only problem came with Jin. All of the princes had realised quickly that she would not be falling for any of their charms and so had quickly stopped trying to bed her. Jin had been the first to do so because it had been very evident from the start that she did not like him. He would often tease her, be condescending or just flat out insult her, which annoyed her greatly. She did not care much for him and it was obvious that he felt the same way about her. Something about his cocky attitude and conceitedness grated on her nerves, so she tried to avoid him as best as she could. The others had tried to intervene but eventually gave up one they realised it was just better to not try and get in the middle of their fights. So, even though she got on well with the rest of the family, it was clear that she was meant to be enemies with the Crown Prince of Bangtan.

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One afternoon, y/n wondered off to her favourite reading spot with the latest book Namjoon had recommended. She’d accidently found the spot while exploring the castle grounds one day and had often used it for reading. She settled herself into her nook and had just become absorbed in the book when she heard people approaching. As they neared she heard a female voice giggle and heard what was undoubtedly Jin’s voice respond, although it was too muffled to hear what he was saying. He and his female companion stopped under the shade of a nearby tree that she could see and she watched them while they flirted. She was aware that they couldn’t see her in her crevice as they continued to flirt. Rolling her eyes, she started reading her book again and successfully drowned them out until she heard her name.

“…so sad that you have live with someone like Y/N. It’s clear that she doesn’t appreciate someone as amazing as you, your highness. She doesn’t know how lucky she is,” the girl was saying while Jin kissed along her neck. “If I was her I would make sure to remind you how wonderful our future king is.”

“I’d rather not discuss Y/N right now,’ Jin replied into her neck between kisses.

“But I just don’t understand her. She’s really odd and it puzzles me that your brothers find enjoyment with her. They must be using her for sex because there is no other reason I can see that they would want to spend time with her.”

While Y/N watched, Jin lifted up the girl’s skirts and placed his hand under them. He started moving his hand back and forth while the girl started moaning softly.

“Yeonwoo, if you want me to keep doing this, you’ll stop talking about Y/N. Do you understand?”

Yeonwoo nodded her head and kept moaning in pleasure as Jin continued his ministrations. Y/N turned away from the scene and buried her face back in the book, trying desperately to ignore the moans coming from the two people ahead of her.

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Later that night she was lying in bed staring up at the ceiling when she heard the door open, the way it had countless nights before. She continued to stare up at the ceiling as footsteps approached her and stopped at the side of the bed.

“I thought you’d be off fucking your little slut again tonight,” she said without looking away from the ceiling.

“I thought you were my slut,” he replied as he got on the bed and hovered above her.

“First of all, I am not your slut. Second of all, I meant the slut from this afternoon.” She shifted her gaze to him and stared at him angrily.

“I guess you saw that, huh?” he asked guiltily as slid his hand up her naked torso to her breast, squeezing it.

“Don’t play dumb with me. You knew I was there,” she snapped back, willing her body not to react to his touch but feeling herself become wet anyway.

“You’re right, I did know you were there,” he conceded, dragging his hand back down her torso and to her womanhood. He slipped a finger between her folds and rubbed it over her clit, feeling how wet she had become for him.

“Then why did you do it?” she asked, furious. He shrugged and smirked.

“I know you like to watch. It turns you on and makes it easier for me to do this…”

He slipped his finger into her entrance, finding little resistance, and started to pump it in and out. She automatically arched her back into his touch and he added another finger, curling them to hit her g-spot and pumping them faster.

“That doesn’t make what you did right,” she continued complaining through her moans. ‘I know,” he simply stated before kissing her.

She continued moaning into the kiss as he pumped faster, trying to get her to her orgasm quickly. She tried to fight of the pleasure growing inside her, still frustrated with him, but she quickly realised she was fighting a lost battle as she came. Her juices trickled down his hand and he pulled his fingers out of her to suck on them. “Mmmn…I don’t think anyone tastes better than you,’ he said around his fingers.

She tried to scowl but it turned into a soft smile as she felt herself come down from her high. He looked over her body lustfully. “Am I forgiven? I don’t want to fuck you if you’re still mad at me.” He looked at her imploringly, lust making his pupils blown up to full size. She bit her lip as she looked at him thoughtfully before finally nodding her head.

Smiling, he quickly got rid of his clothes before he got between her legs and positioned himself at her entrance. He looked her in the eyes and gently pushed in, filling her completely. She groaned as he entered her and pulled him down for a kiss. While they wrestled with their tongues, he slowly thrust into her. She reached up to tangle her fingers into his hair and pulled him closer to deepen the kiss.

She started to move her hips in time with his thrusts and pulled away from his lips as his thrusts became more rapid, making her moan out loud. She closed her eyes and mumbled incomprehensibly as he snaked his hand down to rub his thumb against her still swollen clit. He smirked while surveying how she looked below him and became even more turned on. He removed his thumb from her clit, prompting her to open her eyes while letting out a mournful groan, and placed both hands on either side of her head. He then proceeded to pound into her, making her scream out in pleasure. Smiling, he kept up his pace as he spoke to her between pants.

“Go ahead…and cum…babygirl. I…can see you…really want to.”

That was enough to push her over the edge again and she moaned his name amidst a string of profanities as she came. He slowed down to let her ride out her orgasm then pushed himself up on his knees and grabbed her hips to hold onto as he started to pound ruthlessly into her again, chasing after his own high. After a few more thrusts he grunted and stilled as he spilled his seed into her.

Once he had filled her with everything he had, he pulled out of her collapsed beside her, exhausted. He lay a hand across her stomach and rubbed it gently while catching his breath and she smiled at him.

“Do you think anyone knows about this? That is, other than the servants,” she asked him quizzically.

He shrugged his shoulders while looking back at her. “I’m not sure but I hope my brothers do. I want them to know that I’m the only one you would ever let touch you and love you and be inside you like that. They need to know that you’re my babygirl.”

“I’m not anyone’s babygirl,” Y/N scoffed, making Jin chuckle softly for a little while before he let his laughter die down. He was quiet for a while as his hand kept rubbing her abdomen, lulling her to sleep, so she almost missed what he whispered next.

“I want you to be.”

She opened her eyes and looked at him confused. “You want me to be what?”

“I want you to be my babygirl. I want you to be only mine and I want everyone to know you’re only mine. I want to stop fooling around with the other girls because none of them are as special as you. I want to be able to do this without having to fear getting caught and I want to be able to stay the night without having to drag myself back to my bedroom. I miss your warmth every time I go.”

He propped himself up on his elbow to look at her better. “I want you, Y/N. I know this may not have started as anything more than just sex but I want it to grow into that. I…I think I’m falling in love with you.”

She silently stared up at him as she took time to process what he was saying. “If…if that were really true then you would have stopped messing around with other girls already. I have no interest in being exclusively yours if I can’t trust I’m getting the same back from you.”

“Then give me a chance to prove it. Tell me what you want and I’ll do it. I’ll give you anything you ask for even if it’s a star from the sky or a pearl from the deepest parts of the ocean. I’ll banish every other girl I’ve ever slept with. I’ll even give up my claim to the throne if that’s what you want me to do. Anything to be with you.”

As he spoke she could see the sincerity in his eyes. Taking her bottom lip between her teeth, she bit it as she considered everything he was saying.

“I think…I think I’ll need time to decide. This is a lot to process.”

He looked at her sadly but nodded understandingly. “Okay. I’ll go back to my room now and give you space to think.” He sat up and was just about to swing his legs off the bed when she grabbed onto his arm to stop him.

“Maybe, just this once, you could stay the night?” she suggested hesitantly.

He looked into her eyes to make sure that she wanted this. “Are you sure? What happens if someone finds us?”

“It doesn’t matter. We’ll deal with it then. I think for now it would be nice to have your extra warmth there.”

She smiled softly and he laid back down, taking her in his arms. Pressing a kiss to her forehead he whispered, “Sleep well, my beautiful princess. May tomorrow hold many good things for us.” She sighed in content and slowly drifted off to sleep again.

Yay royalty au!

Yay royalty au!

Yay royalty au!

Here I leave you a little meme of the beautiful Seladon from a royal AU that I have in mind as a future project.

I apologize in advance if I don't post very often, but I just started my last year in high school and it's important that I focus on studying for now.

Hope you like it💕

Some doodles I don’t think I’ve shared yet.