my kpop bias is jimin and jin and jungkook from bts, jisoo from blackpink beomgyu from txt heeseung or now evan and Jake and Niki and sunoo and jungwon from enhypen and hyunjin and felix from straykids/ mostly smut some fluff
Warnings for Chapter: Language, minor-suggestive content.
Title: Under the Sea
A/N: Obviously, for the sake of convenience, “merpeople” speak…English…because, obviously…actually in the little mermaid?? They do, so, that’s why. That’s my reason. There you go. Poof.
Word Count: 6,744
Waves crash against the barrier, much like the way his heart hammers against his chest as he swims further up, searching for any way into the peaceful water blocked off by a few inches of clear walls. His gaze lands on the black, curious gaze a blue dolphin and it chirps at him, alarmed as he’s thrown against the wall once more by the furious waves. “I’m okay,” he coos, “it’s okay.” His gaze darts around as storm clouds gather overhead, raging lightning and rain crashing down against the water. His breathing is slightly labored as he goes back down under the water, searching again for some sort of door, only to notice the dolphin following him down. His gaze turns again and for a moment a smile slips across his plush lips as he tilts his head. The dolphin jerks in the water, chirping as it moves its body again, as if motioning somewhere. His lips tip up in a larger smile, “you lead, I’ll follow.” His voice cuts through the water smoothly and the dolphin shoots downwards. With a quick flick of his tail, despite the raging waters that still attempt to throw him against the clear enclosure, he moves downward quickly, easily matching the speed of the dolphin as the dive deeper down.
It doesn’t take them long to reach the floor, seeing as how the area is fairly shallow, and his gaze lands on a small cage like door. Why it’s there, he’s unsure, but he moves down to it, quickly working with the latch to guide it open. The waves rock against his body as he fights to fit through the large opening, the waves tugging at his body and beckoning him back into the open sea, however a quick, firm swish of his tail surges him forward, a commanding “no,” echoing past his lips as he swings back around, shutting the gaze and sliding the lock back into place before turning up towards the surface, smiling again as the dolphin follows him.
When he breaches the surface, he takes in a grateful gulp of air, blinking the water from his eyelashes as his body bobs up and down with the gentle, artificially produced waves of the enclosure. Water drips from the tips of his hair, his smile only growing as time passes, as more dolphins move to greet him, leaping around him and singing with joy when he swims down, surging up with them and flipping, letting out a gleeful laugh alongside their cheers. His actions still and he breathes in deeply again. Now that there’s a barrier between him and the open sea he takes a moment to survey his surroundings, his gaze lifting up to the sky, head tilting as it slowly lowers to find the top of the wall. It seems to be manufactured to give the feelings of being out in the sea, although the water is crystal clear- completely opposite of the stormy, dark ocean that crashes against the enclosure in waves. His expression darkens slightly at this, as if remembering something.
“You might as well stop,” he murmurs, “I won’t be coming back. You can’t bring me back, it’s over now.” The sky splits open as thunder strikes down far away, the water surging up against the tank. He laughs, flicking his tail under the water. “It’s no use.” In an instant, everything stills.
The water goes deadly silent and the blanket over the stars is lifted as the rain stops, bright, shining stars winking down at him as the moonlight shines down on him, illuminating his eyes. They shift, ever so slightly, the blackness lifting into a lighter hue as his heart expands, his chest filling with a sigh of relief as the storm ebbs away. His tongue darts out to lick the water from his lips, his breath coming out in small pants as exhaustion quickly takes over his body, all the anger and sadness fading away to joy and relief- his eyes reflecting the light in a way the brown changes to match hue of one of his new friend’s silvery skin. He tilts his head back, floating across the water with slow, lazy flicks of his tail to slowly move towards the opening that leads into a medium sized tank with multiple objects floating around in the water, the floor stretching out into the water. He frowns when one of the dolphins nudges a brightly colored, spherical object towards him, chirping in excitement as it hits his head, bouncing off and rolling further into the artificial enclosure. He tilts his head, rolling over onto his stomach and sighs as he flicks his tail, swimming over to the dolphin.
“Do you throw things at all of your new friends?” He hums, reaching out and petting its smooth skin, smiling when it yelps a reply at him, lifting its head and showing its teeth in a small greeting before splashing back into the water, surging back up at the ball and tossing it into the air. Laughter bubbles out of his throat as he gently taps it when it flies towards him, more dolphins coming over and chirping in excitement as they bounce the ball back and forth, only stopping when he lets it fall in the water in front of him, his eyes closing briefly. One of the dolphins nudges him lightly and his eyes open as he sighs, flicking his tail once to move over to a slope in the ground where the floor slowly rises up out of the water. He lays his back on the cool ground, his tail floating out on the water, his upper half tingling against the cool air as his skin slowly dries and his eyes drift shut, a soft smile gracing his delicate features once again as he murmurs, “thank you, for helping me to forget my troubles.” The last sound he hears before he slips into slumber is the sound of a delighted, yet slightly mischievous chirp.
Warnings: Angst, Smut (future), Fluff, Some violence. [angst in this chapter].
Words: 4k+
Summary: You make a heart-shattering discovery.
A/N: i won’t even try and justify the wait bc i’ve been crying about it on my blog regularly, so!!! this is a major chapter in terms of OC and Jimin’s relationship. It took me a while to write it because I kept getting distracted by other projects but now that i only have exams to cover (and the big reveal has happened phew) I can maybe focus on moving the story to its fluffy end???? hmmm????? [it’s coming soon]. PLEASE tell me what you think!!! I have already written 2k words of the next chapter.
When Jimin used to walk down the same dimly lit passageway towards his father’s, the King’s, chambers he rarely felt anything other than mild annoyance from being reprimanded for the most minuscule mishap while on missions and negotiations with the neighbouring clans. Back then, he had nothing to lose. Nor did he care much if he was whipped or starved whenever he made a mistake. It was how he had been trained ever since he was a boy. His father became even more unsympathetic once the Queen passed. Jimin was allowed a mere few hours to grieve her before he was stowed away in the training camp under the Army General. Every tear that slipped down his cheek was whipped away until his eyes were dry and mouth was set tight. There was no place for weakening emotions like sadness. Only anger. And anger was filled inside of Jimin to the brim in his years of training. To the point where he learned how to master it and utilise the emotion in winning wars and slashing clans that refused to do his father’s bidding.
Summary: Seven crown princes disappear from their homes on the same night. None of the them can be found, but what is the true reason behind their disappearance?
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Footsteps could be heard against the cold stone floors as someone ran through the palace. The distinct sound of metal hitting pavement could be heard a moment later, and the footsteps halted. They returned a moment later even louder. Quicker, even. But no one noticed, for the entire palace was sound asleep. No one would notice the prince was missing until the following morning.
“Prince Jungkook is missing!” Squeaked one of the maids who attended him in the morning.
The entire palace went into a panic as they attempted to locate the missing prince. All that seemed to be left of him was his crown, which had been thrown on the ground near the back entrance of the palace. Almost as if to mock them.
Weeks went by, and there was no sign of the prince, but it soon came to the attention of the royal family that they were not the only kingdom missing a prince. It seemed that all six of the surrounding kingdoms were also missing a prince. They’d all gone missing on the same night, and all left one clue: a crown on the pavement near the back entrance. Whoever had orchestrated this scheme had clearly done this purposefully.
Years went by, and the kingdoms gave up hope of finding the missing princes. The year they’d disappeared, they’d all been between fourteen and seventeen years of age. All seven of them had been the heir apparent to the throne.
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“Hey! I thought Jin said you could have one bun!” Jimin exclaimed as Jungkook crammed another bun into his mouth.
“Does Jin work twelve hours a day at the mine? No!”
Jimin huffed and took a bite of his porridge. Tae joined them at the table, black smudges on his cheeks and his long hair falling into his face.
“Tae, go clean up. We don’t want to get the tablecloth messy. It took a week to clean it last time.” Jin told him as he set another plate of buns on the table.
Tae sighed and stood up again, heading down the hall.
“Namjoon and Yoongi said they’d be home in half an hour, right?”
“Yeah. The new house they’re building is bigger, so they have to work longer hours this week.” Jungkook mumbled around his bun. “Hobi’s gonna be back from the mill in a few, I think.”
Jin shook his head as he set a pot of soup in the middle of the table. “I don’t know how you guys work those jobs. The bakery is hard enough.”
“Trust me, I’d rather work at the bakery,” Tae mumbled as he returned to the room. He was dragging his fingers through his hair, wincing as they caught on clumps of dirt. He sighed and tied his hair back up into a bun.
“I’m so close to shaving my head. It’s making me even hotter than I usually am with this summer heat. Harvesting crops is not a fun job.” Jimin sighed.
“Would you rather look after horses all day?” Tae grumbled. “Sometimes I want to go back to the palace.”
“Soon, Tae. It’ll be soon.”
Tae huffed, taking one of the buns and shoving it into his mouth.
“Hey, I much prefer working at the mines to sitting all day.”
“We know you do, Jungkook.” Jimin sighed. “I’m pretty sure you weren’t supposed to be a prince.”
Jungkook shrugged. “I’m not particularly looking forward to going back to the palace, honestly. My sister would be a better ruler, anyways. Can’t I just marry Jane and keep working in the mines? I doubt my parents actually miss me.”
“Sure, go for it.” Tae muttered.
The other three boys looked at him.
“What? The whole reason we left was to find ourselves. If Jungkook thinks he doesn’t want to rule the kingdom, there’s no point in going back. He’ll just be trapped in that lifestyle again. And there’s no way his parents will let him marry Jane.”
Jungkook sighed. “I’d miss you guys, though. You’re better family than my real family ever was.”
“Please tell me dinner is ready,” Yoongi exclaimed as he walked into the dining room. He had a huge brown streak on his cheek.
“Jeez, why won’t any of you clean yourselves up?” Jin asked. “You don’t get dinner until you wash up.”
Yoongi rolled his eyes and turned right back around to go wash his face off.
Hobi came running in a moment later. Thankfully, he’d actually cleaned himself up a bit. His hair was in knots on his head, though.
“When was the last time you brushed your hair?” Jimin asked Hobi as he shoveled a bite of soup into his mouth.
“Last week?”
“Wanna join me when I shave my head?”
“Sure,” Hobi replied nonchalantly.
Namjoon and Yoongi joined them at the table a few minutes later.
“Staining has to be the worst part of this whole process,” Namjoon complained as he too bit into a roll.
“Really? You prefer building the roof?” Yoongi asked.
Namjoon paused. “Touché.”
“Jungkook wants to marry one of the village girls.” Jimin told the three who hadn’t been at the table earlier.
“What?” Hobi asked. “Are you not going back to the palace?”
Jungkook snorted. “I don’t want to. Do I have a choice, though? If you all return, it’ll be suspicious if I don’t.”
“We’ll just tell them you ran off with the traders,” Namjoon said.
“That’s a great idea! Why didn’t I go into trading?” Tae exclaimed.
“I thought you wanted to go back to the palace?” Jin questioned.
“Eh. It just sounds better than cleaning up horse poop all day.”
“Please, do not run off with the traders next time they’re in town. Or else I’m going with you.” Jimin jumped into the conversation.
“Hmm. Where’s the razor? You needed help shaving your head, right?”
“Yes, actually. You want to help me?”
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“Man, your hair has gotten long!” Tae exclaimed as he cut off another chunk of Jimin’s hair.
“You’re one to talk. Half the girls in the village are jealous of your hair.”
Tae laughed. “You sure you don’t want to keep it like this?” he asked, running his fingers through the inch and a half of hair Jimin had left on his head. It was choppy, but at least it wasn’t a foot long anymore.
“Cut the back shorter. Maybe it’ll look better.”
“All right.”
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“Excuse me, miss, but I’m not letting you into the house.” Yoongi crossed his arms over his chest as he blocked the doorway. “You can state your business out here.”
“I told you. I need to speak with Hak Namjoon.”
Yoongi rolled his eyes. “And I told you that I need to know what your business is with him.”
The girl sighed, giving in. “I’ve come to offer him a marriage proposal.”
If Yoongi was surprised, he didn’t show it. “All right. I’ll get him.” He shut the door in her face. “Joon! Someone named Hannah wants to talk to you.”
Namjoon was out the door before Yoongi could blink. Yoongi shook his head. Part of him had always wondered if they’d all truly return to their homes.
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Jin was working at the bakery the next day when he caught a chunk of a conversation two of the girls were having.
“I heard two of the neighboring kingdoms are fighting. One of them doesn’t have an heir, and the other one wants to take over.”
“Stella! We shouldn’t discuss that! War is men’s talk.”
Jin was glad he’d overheard it, though. The kingdom without an heir had been his. And he was sure it was Tae’s parents that were trying to take it over.
He was the last one home that night, and the rest of the boys had to come up with dinner themselves. Burnt pie was the first thing he smelled when he walked through the door.
“Jin’s home!” Hobi exclaimed as the door slammed shut.
Jin sat down at the table with a grim look on his face. “I have to go home,” was the first thing out of his mouth.
“What? Already?” Tae asked, shoulders sinking.
“I was the only heir…and now I’m their only hope.”
The table was eerily silent.
“There isn’t a way around it?” Jungkook asked, finally breaking the silence.
“There never was,” Jin admitted. “I shouldn’t have left, honestly.”
“Can I come with you?” Tae asked.
Jin shook his head. “I think you need to go home, too.”
Tae nodded. He reached up and tugged on his hair, tears filling his eyes. “They’re going to make me cut it.” He hadn’t cut it since he’d left the palace.
“I’ll braid it for you tonight,” Jungkook offered.
“I need to go home, too.” Jimin muttered. “There’s not a better time than now.”
The rest of the guys looked at each other, daring the others to leave as well. But the table remained silent.
“I’ll return home once the house is done,” Yoongi said finally.
“I’m not leaving.” Jungkook said flatly. “Unless it’s absolutely necessary, I’m staying here.”
“Me too.” Namjoon joined Jungkook. “I agreed to marry Hannah. I can’t just leave after that.”
“You agreed?” Yoongi asked, baffled.
Namjoon nodded. Yoongi sighed and buried his face in his hands.
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Two
A/N: this has been sitting in my computer for a month and I’ve finally decided I’ll release the first chapter
And don’t ask me how long it’ll be because knowing me it could turn out as 50 chapters
This also takes place in some weird modernish-Korea with a more mixed population that’s split into kingdoms so don’t tell me it’s weird because I know 😂
In a kingdom where power ruled all, you’ve always known the weight of your destiny as a Princess. Your mother, the young Queen Consort, passed away shortly after giving birth to your younger brother, the Crown Prince, leaving you and him motherless. Your father, King Jaeheon of Goguryeo, had meticulously trained you in the arts of diplomacy and warfare, preparing you not merely to rule but to conquer. You were groomed to be a fearless leader, a queen who would secure the future of your dynasty through a calculated marriage—a marriage that, as your father had instructed, would expand the land and resources under your control. It was his doctrine of power and survival.
Yet beneath your polished armor and strategic mind, you harbored another dream. In the quiet moments of your nights and the stolen breaths during your walks among the commoners, you yearned for a kingdom free from deceit and bloodshed—a place where your people could live in peace, unburdened by the shadows of their rulers' ambitions. During those secret moments, you’d share tales with your younger brother, painting vivid pictures of a better kingdom where kindness reigned and love guided the hearts of leaders. Deep down, however, you believed these dreams would never come true, shackled as you were to your father's plans for you.
Your secret excursions outside the palace had become your refuge, a way to touch the pulse of the land you were destined to leave once married. You mingled with artisans, farmers, and scholars, absorbing their hopes and fears. It was amidst these interactions that you began to understand the depth of your people's desires—and your own conflicting emotions.
Then came the day when your father, with a gravity that chilled you to the bone, announced your betrothal to Crown Prince Jimin of the Park Dynasty. Jimin’s father, King Minseok, ruled the weak and dying nation of Silla, a kingdom whose influence had waned over the years. But despite Silla’s fragile state, your father’s ambitions were focused elsewhere—on the kingdom’s strategic coastal ports. They were vital gateways to trade and military control, giving access to foreign markets and the ability to command the seas. Coveting these ports, your father saw this union not as an alliance of equals, but as a path to secure his dominance over land and sea.
As you processed the news, your father’s voice broke the tense silence, shifting his focus to your next task. “There is more you must do once you’re at Park Palace,” he said, his eyes narrowing. “I need you to find information on the import and export merchants in the royal archives.”
Your brows furrowed. “In the archives? Why?”
“Those records are vital,” he replied, his tone sharp. “The Park Dynasty’s trade network with foreign markets is key to expanding my resources to the Silla nation. This marriage may not be enough and we need control over their trade routes.”
He stood, pacing before you. “You will have one trusted servant with you. That servant will deliver the information to someone waiting in Silla City outside the palace.”
“Who?” you asked.
“A contact I’ve arranged. That’s all you need to know,” he said dismissively. “Do not fail in this task. Our future depends on it.”
His eyes were stern as he instructed, "You must keep your true intentions hidden. Do not let him see past the façade. Make him believe you love him, make him fall for you even, but remember—this union is a means to an end. You must do what is necessary to help secure our future."
The grand wedding unfolded with the elegance and ritual reserved for royal unions, each detail meticulously planned to signify the unity of the two kingdoms. Lanterns lined the hall, casting a warm, amber glow over the vast gathering space. Their soft light illuminated the polished wooden floors and intricate latticework that decorated the walls. Guests dressed in their finest hanboks looked on as you and Prince Jimin exchanged solemn vows before the assembly.
You glanced at Jimin and observed his demeanor—calm, unassuming, but watchful. He seemed determined to make a good impression, and his gaze lingered just a bit too long, perhaps hoping for some silent acknowledgement. You offered him a coy, practiced smile, adhering to the role you had to play.
After the final ceremonies ended, you turned to him, your tone even yet distant. “It seems we have much to learn about one another,” you said dryly, offering neither warmth nor scorn. You watched as he hesitated briefly, seemingly uncertain how to respond, before nodding in quiet agreement.
Tradition dictated your consummation with the first snowfall, which meant months of preparation and planning for the mission your father had entrusted to you. Every interaction with Jimin would require a delicate balance, enough warmth to build trust, yet tempered by the need to keep your heart guarded.
The celebration ended, and as tradition demanded, the journey to Park Palace began, a trek southward into the mountainous terrain of Silla, symbolizing the shift from your familiar life in Goguryeo to the foreign halls of your new home. By your side traveled your one trusted servant, the only link to your past you’d been allowed to keep. Her quiet presence gave you a sense of stability, a subtle reassurance amid the unknown, as you rode along rugged paths and through dense forests. The air carried quiet anticipation as you neared the palace, and the landscape transformed, signaling the union of your fate with this new kingdom, a path laid out both by tradition and by the orders that remained unspoken between you and your servant.
The palace was unfamiliar—grand and imposing, the corridors echoed with whispers of courtiers and the shifting tides of palace politics. Though its beauty was undeniable, it felt like a gilded cage, its polished floors and adorned archways cast a long shadow over any semblance of freedom. Each step you took was shadowed by attendants, newly appointed servants who trailed a shouting distance behind, and guards who watched not for your safety alone but to report back on your movements.
The vibrant gardens—sprawling, lush, and rumored to be teeming with rare flora—remained an elusive dream. On the days you tried to make your way toward them, your escorts would offer gentle but unyielding resistance, reminding you of pressing duties, or suggesting a more “appropriate” location for a princess.
Even the simplest wish to sit in quiet solitude was thwarted, as conversations you barely overheard would vanish into murmurs as soon as you neared. This constant oversight made every aspect of your life feel like a role performed under a scrutinizing lens, leaving you little room to search for the intelligence your father so urgently sought.
During the first week, you attended council sessions alongside Jimin, meetings that, at home, would have welcomed your insights. Back in Goguryeo, your father respected certain reforms you proposed, and over time, you had grown accustomed to offering input that was not only heard but acted upon. Here, however, was a different world. One morning, you suggested a streamlined taxation process – a change proven effective back home – hoping it might resonate with the council. Yet, the advisors exchanged wary glances, one murmuring that such policies weren’t suitable for Silla’s unique governance. Dismissed, your idea fell silent. Moments later, Jimin reiterated a similar suggestion, repackaging it with only slight changes, and was met with approving nods and immediate acceptance.
The cycle repeated in the following days – offer your knowledge and share insight into policies that had directly increased prosperity in Goguryeo, only to be met with thinly veiled disdain. It stung to watch as the same advisors who dismissed you readily accepted the ideas when Jimin presented them, and it made clear the way your presence was perceived – not as an ally but as an outsider.
Weeks passed, and though you held your role in diplomatic silence, the palace walls began to press down, each day reinforcing the isolation you felt. Every word, gesture, and meeting was a carefully scripted performance, and each encounter with the court only seemed to solidify the fortress of indifference surrounding you.
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One evening after a particularly turbulent council meeting, as the sun dipped below the horizon, you found yourself seated closely beside Jimin, clinging to his warmth beneath an ancient willow tree. It had only been a few weeks since the wedding, and his calm and contemplative presence unnerved you.
You were there with a specific duty – one your father assigned you – and the warmth radiating from Jimin felt like a betrayal of that mission. You reminded yourself he was just a stranger, a pawn in your father’s game. You suddenly realized how much closer you had sat to him than you should have, and instinctively placed some distance between you, clinging to the coolness of the air.
“What’s wrong? Are you okay?” Jimin asked, his brow furrowing with concern.
"Why must I always be escorted like a prisoner in this palace?" you burst out, unable to keep the frustration from your voice. "I deserve some privacy! How am I supposed to find peace…or get to know you…when there’s always a servant or guard!?"
Jimin was taken aback briefly, but then a faint smile crossed his lips. "I understand your frustration. But it’s for your safety. The court can be treacherous, and I wouldn’t want anything to happen to you."
“Safety? Or control?” you retorted, crossing your arms. “This palace is beautiful, but it feels more like a prison. I want to explore and understand the people…the land—not just be paraded around as a trophy.”
Jimin studied you for a moment before nodding thoughtfully. “I understand. You deserve more than guarded walls and shadowed walks. I’ll clarify to everyone that you’re entitled to your privacy. No more guards hovering over you unless you specifically ask for them,” he promised, his tone reassuring.
You pause, choosing your words carefully. “Thank you, Your Highness,” your tone soft, but steady. “Having the chance to explore freely…to make my way…it’s more than I could have hoped for.” You allow a hint of gratitude to show as you meet his gaze. “I’ll make the most of it.”
Inside, however, your thoughts began to race. This newfound freedom would be the key to finding the information your father wanted without any suspicion – an opportunity to navigate the palace and its secrets on your own.
"Your Highness," he continued gently, his gaze lingering on yours with curiosity and concern, "what do you want from all of this? What would make this life feel like yours?"
You hesitated, his question striking a nerve you hadn’t expected. “I want to be taken seriously,” you admitted, almost surprised by your boldness. “I’ve suggested ideas that could help, things I know could work—my father uses them back home. But the advisors, they…” You stopped yourself, choosing your words carefully. “They dismiss them. But when you suggest the same, they listen. I want my ideas to be heard and respected, not ignored.”
Jimin’s expression softened, and he nodded thoughtfully. “Then I’ll be sure your ideas are taken seriously,” he replied quietly. “They should listen to you, not just me.”
The sincerity in his voice caught you off guard. "Thank you," you murmured, the words instinctive, but genuine.
But he wasn’t finished. “What else?” he pressed, his gaze not wavering. “Beyond being heard, what do you want—for yourself, for this kingdom?”
You paused, caught between the expectations you carried and the questions he posed. Finally, you replied, “I want what any ruler would want—a prosperous kingdom. Stability.”
“A prosperous kingdom… Do you think it possible to make this land prosperous once more without the tactics employed in Goguryeo?”
You eyed him carefully, keeping your thoughts shuttered. “The tactics my father uses work, and the kingdom’s wealth and stability are proof enough.”
Jimin’s gaze remained steady, calm, but determined. "And at what cost? Stability for whom?"
His words struck a nerve, and your defenses flared. You forced a neutral expression despite the disquiet bubbling beneath the surface. “Sometimes fear is necessary to maintain control," you replied, echoing your father’s teachings, though they felt hollow on your lips.
Jimin’s gaze remained steady. "Control through fear only breeds resentment and rebellion. What if there’s another way? A way to rule with compassion?”
Your chest tightened. His idealism made you uncomfortable, not because you disagreed with him—deep down, you longed for the same—but because it made your task that much harder. Jimin wasn’t the meek, ineffective man you had been prepared to manipulate. He was something else. And that made him dangerous to your mission.
"I have a duty to my family, to my kingdom," you said, turning away, the weight of your father’s expectations pressing heavily on your shoulders.
"And what about your duty to yourself, to this kingdom?" he asked quietly, leaning closer. "Is Goguryeo the type of kingdom you dream of?”
His words hung in the air, too close to the truth you had hidden—even from yourself. You couldn’t answer him. You didn’t dare.
Later that night, after parting ways with Jimin, you crept silently through the palace halls. The moonlight barely lit the narrow passages as you slipped into the royal archives, each shadow deepening the air of secrecy around you. Tonight, you had a specific goal: the import and export merchants' ledger, a document your father had requested urgently.
Steeling yourself, you began your search, skimming through scrolls and rifling through countless ledgers stacked along the shelves. The quiet around you felt tense, as though the walls themselves bore witness to your act of betrayal. Time passed as you worked quickly but methodically, until finally, your fingers brushed over the leather-bound volume you sought. The ledger—proof of Silla's trade routes and resources—was in your hands.
Pausing for only a moment, you pulled out a piece of parchment and penned a message to your father, updating him on your progress:
Gaining the advisors' trust is proving difficult, but I will continue working to earn Jimin’s confidence and fulfill my duty to you. This ledger will serve you well.
Satisfied, you tucked both the ledger and the letter safely away and quickly exited the archives, making your way to find your one trusted servant, who waited faithfully in the courtyard.
“Take these,” you whispered urgently, passing the ledger and letter into the servant’s hands. “Deliver them to the man my father has stationed in Silla City. He will know what to do.”
The servant nodded, eyes wide with understanding. “I will make sure it reaches him safely, Your Highness.”
“Be quick, and keep to the shadows,” you instructed. “This must remain unseen.”
With a bow, your servant tucked the documents under their cloak and slipped away into the night.
Jimin’s assurances had granted you privacy and independence, allowing you to roam without constant oversight, and you began to enjoy life within the palace walls. The grand library became a sanctuary, where hours slipped past unnoticed as you lost yourself in the scrolls and books stacked along towering shelves. The solitude there was calming – in the quiet spaces between the pages, you almost forgot the purpose that had brought you to Silla.
Despite your newfound freedom, however, unease lingered. You hadn’t received any word from Goguryeo. Though you’d sent your servant with the ledger and the letter days ago, which she returned within hours that same night to assure your father’s man had received the information, each passing day without a response tightened a knot of tension in your chest. You spent your days wandering the gardens with Jimin, exchanging guarded words, and retreating to the library when you could, but the waiting chipped away at your patience.
Then, one evening as you were seated in the library, lost in the rich histories and tales of distant lands, your servant approached with an envelope bearing your father’s insignia. Heart pounding, you took the letter, nodding for the servant to leave before breaking the seal.
Your father’s words were as cold and commanding as ever:
Your last report raises concern. The advisors will not yield; they are entrenched in Jimin’s favor and will become an obstacle to our goals. The marriage alone will not suffice. You will need to remove Jimin from the picture. After the consummation, you must do away with him. I will handle King Minseok and the others.
A chill ran through you. The severity of his demand was clear – no subtlety, no mercy. Your duty was not just to marry – but to eliminate. You stared at the letter’s contents for several moments, feeling a tremor run through you. This was the ultimate test of loyalty, the decisive move in your father’s game.
For a long time, you sat in silence, the reality sinking in. This wasn’t simply about gathering information or playing the role of a dutiful princess. It was a deadly order that would leave you tethered to Goguryeo in a way you hadn’t anticipated.
Jimin's words echoed in your mind, haunting and persistent – What about your duty to yourself, to this kingdom? Is Goguryeo the type of kingdom you dream of? The sheer intensity of his voice cut through the silence in your head, forcing you to confront the bitter truth. Could you reconcile your dreams with the ruthless expectations placed upon you? The weight of his questions pressed down on you, leaving you to grapple with the disconnect between your aspirations and the reality of your situation.
-> Lee Heeseung loves spoiling his beautiful wife. He buys you all that you want and all that you need. However, he does loves to make you work for it...he can't deny that he enjoys a good game. And well, a little vibrator shouldn’t be all too bad. Not when you reallly reallly want that birkin bag...
🎧-> playlist:
♬ love comes back - baekhyun
♬ doin' time - lana del rey
♬ 7 rings - ariana grande
♬ sweet relief - madison beer
♬ intro: singularity - bts
♬ animal farm - bibi
♬ yeah, i said it - rihanna
♬ lost in the fire - gesaffelstein ft. the weeknd
♬ good girl - kwn
♬ pink + white - frank ocean
warnings-> nsfw, MDNI, smut, a bit of fluff, strong language, remote-controlled vibrator, extreme edging, risk play, oral sex (f!rec), unprotected sex (stay safe!), overstimulation, creampie, rough sex, control, softdom!heeseung, fsub!reader, provider!heeseung, mildlysadistic!heeseung, spoiled!reader, bratty!reader, porn with absolutely zero plot, mild degradation, exhibitionism, dirty talk, pet names, kissing, praise, squirting, crying during sex. (could be more) (w/c:6.3k)
After five long years of dating, you and your now husband, Heeseung, finally got married this summer. It was a small wedding ceremony. A small list of attendees, family and friends that had come together to celebrate the long awaited union.
A truly beautiful unforgettable night filled with so many memories you're sure you're going to cherish for the rest of your life.
“Hee?” You murmur, eyes closed and sleep still heavy in your voice. Your hand reaches out to feel around the bed beside you but you're met with an empty space already cold from his absence.
Where'd he go so early in the morning?
You force your eyes open, wincing at the bright light peeping in through the curtains. Your eyes fall on the suitcase still sprawled open on the floor, clothes pouring out of them in a tangled mess. The two of you had just gotten back after travelling for your honeymoon and you barely had enough time to unpack.
As soon as you landed, your friends had thrown the two of you a welcome party and Heeseung had gotten really drunk and unbelievably horny. He made up some stupid excuses, good enough to convince everyone else that you guys needed to leave and since he was too drunk to drive, you had called an uber. In which he spent the whole ride home resting his head against your chest and begging you to let him eat you out.
The thought sets an amused smile across your lips but when you move to sit up you hiss at the sore feeling sitting at the bottom of your spine.
The sheets are still wrapped around your naked body but your back aches in a way that's quite impossible to ignore.
Heeseung had gotten a little too excited last night. He never really knows when to stop, sometimes his libido is too high for you and difficult to keep up with. You can still feel the effects in your trembling legs.
You're still staring at the faint bruises on your hips and the aching bites he's left across your chest when the door swings open and he walks in, humming a soft tune under his breath. He's already cleaned up well. Black button up, a pair of slacks and a cup of coffee in his hand.
When his eyes meet yours, a warm smile tugs at his lips and he walks over unhurriedly. “There she is” he takes your hand between his, bringing it to his lips to place a soft kiss on the back of it, right beside your glimmering diamond wedding ring, shining magically under the morning sun.
“How you feeling?” He whispers, eyes slowly trailing over your frame as he places his cup onto the bedside table. “Like I need some time away from you” you laugh, squealing when he wraps an arm around your waist, chuckling low in your ear as you try to make a run for it.
“Hee I'm so fucking sore, let me gooo” you whine against his grip while he peppers kisses across your face.
“Want me to kiss it better?”
He presses his lips to your throat, gazing up at you with those stupid, devastating eyes of his that got you into this mess in the first place.
“Hm?”
When you don’t answer he leans down and closes his mouth around your nipple, sucking gently. The soft pull wrenches a gasp out of you. You’re still so sensitive from last night that even that light touch makes your hips twitch.
You moan quietly against his neck as he guides you onto your back.
Heeseung stares down at you for a long second, then pulls the sheets away completely. Your body left bare, completely marked and bruised, his scent still clinging to your skin.
His eyes trail down your body, your lips are still slightly swollen. Between your legs already slick and aching.
“Fuck…” the word barely leaves him before he's dragging you to the edge of the bed and burying his face between your thighs.
His tongue presses flat against your clit, hot and eager. He works it into you like he’s been starving for it, licking through your folds and then pushing inside, fucking you with it while his nose presses against your clit. Your breaths turn heavy fast. Your fingers fisting in his hair as the sounds spilling out of you get louder.
The wet noises of him devouring you fill the room until your face burns with embarrassment. He sucks your clit into his mouth hard, locking his arms around your thighs in an unyielding grip the second you try to twist away. The pleasure is too sharp, too much…
Your legs shake violently against his shoulders and just as the coil in your stomach snaps tight and you’re about to tip over the edge, he pulls away completely.
A soft, gentle kiss lands on your lower belly. Then he’s standing, wiping your slick off his mouth with the back of his hand, completely ignoring the helpless, desperate whine that leaves you.
“Heeseung, no what are you? no-”
He ignores your cries, his eyes dropping to the open suitcase still sprawled open on the floor and something mischievous lights up in them. He doesn’t say anything at first, just walks over to it and crouches down, digging through the mess of clothes until his fingers close around something small and familiar.
The remote-controlled vibrator.
He stands slowly, turning it over in his hand, that same lazy smile still on his face. When he looks back at you, still shaking on the bed, the smile sharpens.
“Well, well, well.”
You feel your stomach drop as your eyes fall on the object.
He walks back over, sets the toy on the nightstand beside the coffee, and leans down until his face is close to yours.
“Go get cleaned up baby,” he says softly, “we’re going out.”
You blink up at him, still breathing hard. “Out? Hee, I can barely walk…”
“I’ll take care of you later.” His thumb brushes against your cheek. “I want to buy my wife something nice.” He kisses your wrist. “And I want you wearing this while we do it.”
He picks the vibrator back up, tapping it lightly against your thigh.
“You remember the rules, yeah?”
Your pulse kicks hard under your skin as you nod.
“Good girl.” He presses a slow kiss to your mouth.
You push yourself up on shaky arms, wincing at the deep ache between your legs, and somehow make it to the bathroom. The mirror shows exactly what he did to you last night, light bruises blooming on your hips, bites scattered across your chest and throat, your thighs still shiny from the overstimulation.
By the time you step out of the shower, skin damp and still oversensitive, Heeseung is already waiting.
He doesn’t speak at first. He just takes one look at you, then gently guides you back toward the bed. His hands are careful as he lays you down onto your back, settling you against the sheets like you’re something precious.
Heeseung sits at the edge of the bed, eyes never leaving yours. That soft, devastating gaze of his holds you completely still as he reaches for the pair of panties he chose. He slips them over one foot, then the other, dragging the soft fabric slowly up your calves. Every few inches he pauses to press a lingering kiss to your skin. Your ankle, the side of your knee, the sensitive place just above it, never breaking eye contact.
“You’re so beautiful like this,” he murmurs, voice low and warm. His lips brush the inside of your thigh as he continues sliding the panties higher. “My perfect bride” He kisses the arch of your foot once more, still watching your face, before finally settling the panties at your hips then he reaches for the vibrator.
Heeseung spreads your thighs with careful hands and eases the toy between your folds, pressing it inside you and making sure it gently pushes against your still-swollen clit, nestled exactly where you’re most sensitive.
The stretch and pressure drag a soft, aching moan out of you. Your hips twitch at the familiar fullness, soreness flaring under the new sensation.
He smooths your dress down over your body afterward, then leans in and kisses you slowly and deep, one hand resting over the slight shape of the toy through the fabric.
“There,” he whispers against your mouth.
He helps you stand, steadies you when your legs tremble and slips the remote into his pocket with a quiet, satisfied smile.
“Let’s go.”
☆☆☆~♡~☆☆☆
The first store is one of your favorites. Soft lighting, pretty displays. A place you could lose an hour in without even realising.
Heeseung keeps a hand low on your back as you walk in, the remote warm in his pocket. The vibrator stays on the lowest setting, a gentle, almost lazy pulse that makes your breath catch every few steps but never quite tips into overwhelming.
You start picking things up almost immediately. A soft cardigan, a pair of gold earrings. Heeseung watches you with that quiet, fond smile he always gets when you’re excited about something, thumb brushing the remote but the pressure stays stagnant.
When you decide on both, he doesn’t even glance at the price tags. He simply steps up beside you, card already in hand, and taps it against the reader without hesitation. The vibration kicks up a single notch the moment you step into the second store.
A stronger, steady thrum that forces a soft sound into the back of your throat as a slight shiver runs through you. Heeseung leans in, taking the bags from your hands. “Breathe,” he murmurs against your ear, voice pure affection. “Get whatever you want baby, it's all yours”
You try, God, you fucking try. But every new item you add makes the toy pulse harder for a few seconds before settling into a higher baseline. Your fingers tighten around the handles of the gucci bag in your hands. Face, hot and legs slightly trembling but Heeseung simply watches you the entire time, thoroughly enjoying every second of your struggle.
By the time you leave the second store, you've bought a silky slip dress, a lovely sundress, two pairs of heels and a bottle of expensive perfume. Your thighs are pressed tight together and the ache between them has turned sharp and needy. The setting is noticeably higher now. Persistent and demanding but he still doesn’t take you home though.
The third place is your weakness, exclusive, and quite literally almost empty. The high prices being the most probable reason. You walk on very shaky legs, eyes scanning the shelves. Everything feels special and the price tags make most people hesitate.
You don’t though, you never do with him. Heeseung simply follows, already prepared to buy whatever catches your attention.
A sales associate approaches with a polite smile, eyes flicking between the two of you as her eyes fall onto the faint marks still visible on your collarbone, marks you had desperately tried to hide under your scarf, but honestly between the time you had left the house up until now, you'd managed to squirm your outfit out of place.
“Are you newlyweds?” she asks warmly.
“We are,” Heeseung answers calmly, his hand settling on your waist. “Just got back from our honeymoon.”
You open your mouth to add something, but the vibrator chooses that exact moment to pulse harder. The sound that leaves you is half agreement, half stifled moan. Your fingers dig into the sleeve of his jacket as you try to keep your face composed.
“Y-yes,” you manage, voice unsteady. “Just…newly married.”
The associate beams, clearly charmed, and continues following a few steps behind as you move through the store.
You look through the shelves for a bit until your eyes fall on a certain one, housing a certain bag that becomes the sole thing you want anymore. Your breath catches as your eyes trail the beautiful pattern.
The sales associate notices your interest and worriedly steps forward. "I'm afraid this isn't for sale ma'am, i'm not sure why it's still on display-"
"Hee, I want this..." you turn to look at him, the price tag not stopping you one bit because you know he'll do anything for you. He'll get it for you because he loves you. The lady glances at the price tag before looking between the two of you.
Insanely expensive, even for this place. Your fingers hover over it, completely torn. Would this be too much? Tears sting your eyes, overstimulated and broken as you turn around to look at Heeseung with a slight pout on your lips. You just want to go home now, you want him to touch you, to hold you…
Heeseung watches you eyeing the bag, an amused grin tugging at his lips as he sees the exact moment the internal war starts. Saving yourself from another brutal surge… or getting the bag?
You bite your lip hard, trying to stifle the soft moan already building in your throat from the constant, relentless vibration. Your thighs press together, your breath stuttering.
He leans down close, mouth brushing your ear, voice low and pleased.
“You’re thinking so loud, baby.” His thumb strokes the remote in his pocket, not turning it up yet, just reminding you it’s there. His eyes find the bag again, lips still pressed to your ear, “You want it? I can tell you want it. You know I’ll buy it for you princess.”
He presses a soft kiss just below your ear.
“But you also know what happens the second I swipe that card…don’t you?”
His free hand settles gently on the small of your back, steadying you as the associate continues hovering nearby, slightly smiling at the intimate encounter and completely unaware of the dangerous game beneath it.
“Go on,” he whispers, gently nudging you towards it.
Your shaky hands wrap around the bag and the second your fingers close around the soft leather, Heeseung’s thumb slides over the remote and the vibrator surges high and brutal.
Your eyes roll back the moment the intensity hits. A broken sound tears out of your throat before you can stop it. Your legs buckle hard, knees giving out so fast you nearly drop. Heeseung’s arm is around your waist in an instant, taking your weight like he expected it, holding you firmly against his side.
The sales associate steps closer, concern flickering across her face. Heeseung offers her a calm, polite smile, voice perfectly steady even as you shake in his arms.
“Would you mind giving us a minute? I think my wife’s a little tired. She might need to sit down for a second.”
The woman nods quickly, already stepping back. “Of course sir, take your time.”
Heeseung doesn’t wait. He guides you toward the dressing rooms at the back of the store, one of the dresses you’d picked up earlier draped over his arm. The moment the heavy curtain falls shut behind you, the polite mask drops.
You grab at his collar with both hands, eyes glassy and full of tears, chest heaving as you try to drag air into your lungs. The toy is still going full force, relentless against your swollen clit, and the pressure is so sharp it borders on painful.
Heeseung watches you with that dark, heavy gaze of his and he doesn’t speak up right away. Simply walking you backward until your shoulders hit the wall, pinning you there with the weight of his body.
His eyes never leave your face as you desperately try to squeeze your thighs together, chasing even the smallest bit of relief. His hand comes up to cup your face in his palm, the friction only making it worse.
A soft, broken whimper slips out of you. Tears spilling over and sliding down your cheeks as your hips twitch helplessly against nothing. Heeseung tilts his head, studying every desperate little movement like he’s memorizing it.
“Look at you,” he murmurs, voice low and rough. His thumb brushes away a tear, the other hand still resting on the remote in his pocket. “Can’t even stand properly anymore…and you still chose the bag.”
A dark smile curves his mouth.
“My greedy little wife.”
“Hee…please,” you choke out, fingers still twisted in his collar. “Please touch me. I can’t- fuck!, I c-can’t take it”
Your hips roll forward, searching for any kind of friction, any relief at all. Tears keep slipping down your cheeks. The vibrator is still going full force, merciless against your oversensitive clit, and every pulse feels sharper than the last.
Heeseung doesn’t give you what you want, he simply leans in and kisses you. Slow and deep, his mouth moves against yours like he has all the time in the world, tongue sliding past your lips in lazy strokes while you whimper into him.
When he finally pulls back, it’s only to drag his lips down the line of your jaw, then lower, pressing soft, lingering kisses to the side of your throat where the marks from last night are still fresh.
“Hee…please”
He ignores the broken plea. His mouth trails lower, kissing the hollow of your throat, the curve of your collarbone. Each kiss is unhurried even as the toy continues its relentless assault between your legs.
You gasp, trying to grind against his thigh but he shifts just enough to deny you the contact, keeping you pinned to the wall with nothing but the vibrating pressure and the soft heat of his mouth.
He kisses the top of your breast through the thin fabric of your dress. Then the other. Then the sensitive spot just beneath your ear again, breathing you in like he’s savoring every shaky inhale.
“You’re shaking so hard,” he murmurs against your skin, voice laced with quiet satisfaction. “Look at what that little bag did to you.”
Your thighs keep squeezing together uselessly, the friction only making the overstimulation worse. Desperate sounds keep spilling out of you, half sobs, half moans but still he doesn’t touch you where you need it most. He just keeps kissing you.
“Hee” you sob, head tipping back against the wall, eyes all wet and unfocused. Your body's trembling so hard you can barely stay upright. The pleasure has tipped past good into something sharp and overwhelming, every hum of the toy dragging another broken noise from your throat.
Heeseung pulls back just enough to look at you, before pressing a soft final kiss to your cheek.
“Not yet,” he whispers, “you’re not done being pretty for me.” His lips brush the shell of your ear, “My baby has such expensive tastes.” You feel him smile against your skin as another sharp pulse of the vibrator wrenches a broken sound out of you.
“Listen carefully,” he murmurs. “If you cum right now…we’re going to walk back out there and start all over again. You’ll shop to your heart’s content, my love. Anything you want. But I'm not sure you can handle the price to pay."
The threat settles deep in your stomach. Your fingers fisting tighter in his shirt. A desperate moan spills against his neck as you try to hold yourself together, thighs still pressed uselessly together.
You wipe at your tears with the back of your hand, forcing a shaky smile onto your face as you try your best to compose yourself. Heeseung simply watches you, eyes soft with quiet pride.
“There she is,” he whispers. “That's my good girl.”
He turns the setting down just enough that you can stand without collapsing, then steadies you with a firm hand around your waist as he parts the curtain.
You both step back out into the boutique looking almost normal. His arm around you, your expression carefully controlled but every breath still feels like an internal war. The toy stays humming between your legs, lower now but constant, and the ache is so sharp you can barely focus.
Heeseung chats easily with the sales associates as they gather your things, smiling politely. You stand beside him, fingers curled tight around the strap of the new bag, concentrating on keeping your face neutral while the vibration continues its slow, cruel work.
When it’s time to check out, he hands over his card without even looking at the total. As the payment processes he leans in, lips brushing your cheek in a soft kiss. “You’re doing such a good job baby” he murmurs against your skin, quiet enough that only you can hear it. “So proud of you.”
A couple of nearby customers glance over, clearly swooning. Soft comments float just within earshot about how handsome he is, how sweet and gentle he is with you, how wonderful being his wife must be. Heeseung only smiles politely, hand still resting low on your waist and...
You can barely fucking breathe.
Every muscle in your body is locked tight as you fight the rising wave, trying so desperately not to tip over the edge right there in the middle of the store while strangers compliment the way your husband treats you.
Heeseung watches you carefully, hears the hitch of your breath. He knows exactly how close you are. And he’s enjoying every second of it.
The second the boutique doors close behind you, the last of your control starts to fracture.
Heeseung keeps his arm firmly around your waist as you walk towards the car, bags hanging easily from his other hand, expression calm and unreadable to anyone passing by. But he can feel the constant tremor running through your entire body. Halfway to the car your knees nearly give out again.
“H-Hee” Your voice cracks. “I can’t… I can’t hold it anymore”
He doesn’t speed up. He simply tightens his hold, guiding you the rest of the way like nothing is wrong. The moment you’re both beside the passenger door, shielded a little by the car itself, a broken sound tears out of your throat. Your thighs clamp tightly together as the toy drags a fresh wave of slick down the insides of your legs.
You’re so wet it’s starting to drip, the fabric of your panties completely soaked, but you still force yourself not to tip over the edge. Tears blur your vision, whimpers spilling from your mouth as you shake against him, completely unable to stay quiet. Your body is locked so tight it hurts, every muscle fighting the orgasm that’s been building for what feels like hours.
Heeseung steadies you through it, one hand still on your waist, the other coming up to cradle the back of your head as he pulls you against his chest. He doesn’t turn the toy off. He just holds you while you tremble in the quiet parking lot, forehead pressed to his shoulder, breathing in short, broken gasps.
“That’s it,” he murmurs against your hair, voice filled with pride. “Hold it for me. Just a little longer princess, I've got you.”
Your fingers fist in his jacket as another sharp pulse nearly undoes you. More wetness slips down your thighs and you’re still shaking when he finally reaches past you to open the car door, guiding you carefully into the seat like you’re something fragile.
Only once you’re settled does he lean in, wipe a tear from your cheek and press a slow kiss to your mouth. The drive home isn’t even something you register. You squirm in your seat the whole ride, your sobs loud as you cry helplessly already leaking onto the leather seats.
The second the front door clicks shut behind you, the last of your restraint shatters. Bags drop to the floor. Heeseung barely has time to lock the door before you’re grabbing at him, fingers twisting in his shirt, a string of pleas spilling from your lips.
“Hee please, pleasepleaseplease, I can’t, I can’t” you collapse to the floor in helpless tantrum, crying as your legs shake uncontrollably.
He doesn’t make you wait any longer.
In one smooth motion he lifts you up to your feet with a sigh and backs you against the wall of the entryway, one hand bracing beside your head while the other finally, fucking finally slips between your legs.
He doesn’t even bother removing the toy, he just presses two fingers firmly against it, pushing it harder against your swollen clit as he turns the setting all the way up.
The orgasm rips through you so violently your knees give out. A raw, broken cry tears from your throat as you cum hard, body seizing against him.
Your juices spill freely now, soaking his fingers, dripping down your thighs in thick, helpless pulses that already begin to puddle on the floor. Tears stream down your face, your hands fist desperately in his shirt as wave after wave crashes over you, the toy still buzzing relentlessly against your oversensitive nerves.
“Fuck…ahh, Hee- fuckk”
Heeseung groans low against your throat at the feel of you soaking his hand, “That’s it. Let go. You’ve been so good for me.”
You’re still shaking, still leaking when he finally turns the vibrator off and carefully eases it out of you. The sudden emptiness makes you whimper, another slow trickle of slick sliding down your thigh. He tosses the toy aside without looking, then grabs your hand, leading you straight toward the bedroom. Fresh wetness continuing to drip from you with every step.
He lays you down on the bed with a care that contrasts the dark hunger in his eyes, then settles between your legs, pushing your dress up and tugging your soaked panties down. The sheets beneath you are already darkening with your juices still spilling out of you.
“Fuck…” his eyes watch your trembling hole gape as you leak onto the sheets. He wets his lips, his eyes finding yours again. “Hee, please...touch me, please I can't wait any longer…” he groans in frustration, hands grabbing onto your hips and then his mouth is on you. Hot and greedily licking until you're moaning and digging your fingers into his hair.
He laps at your juices, sucking your oversensitive clit between his lips hard, tongue working in filthy, relentless strokes. You’re still so swollen and wet from everything that the drags of his tongue pulls a broken sob out of you.
Your back arches off the bed, hands trembling in his hair as another orgasm builds almost immediately. Too fast after the one that just wrecked you in the hallway.
“f-fuck, wait…t-too much”
He ignores your cries, gripping your thighs hard and forcing them wider. He pins them open against the mattress so you can’t escape him, and buries his face deeper like he’s starving for it. The wet, filthy sounds of him devouring you fill the quiet bedroom almost immediately. Loud and wet noises that make your face burn with how filthy it is.
He licks through every drop still spilling out of you, tongue pushing deep inside before sliding back up to close and suck over your clit again and again. The pressure is just delicious. Your vision starts to white out at the edges as the second orgasm builds too fast, coiling tight and mean in your stomach.
“Hee…f-fuuck, I can’t-”
You break with a raw broken cry, thighs shaking violently in his hold. This time you squirt, a sharp sudden gush that splashes hard across his mouth and chin, soaking him. Your pussy flutters around his tongue, pulsing waves all wet and creamy, dripping down his jaw.
Heeseung groans loudly against you, the sound deep and wrecked, “You're driving me insane.” He french kisses your pussy, never pulling away even as you start to squirm out of his grip. He drinks you down greedily, tongue still working through every pulse.
“Fuck…yes, just like that,” he rasps between licks, voice muffled and hungry. “That’s it baby…make a mess”
He keeps going even after your legs have stopped shaking, your hips jerk helplessly against his mouth, your body twitching like it doesn’t know how to stop.
Heeseung only hums in satisfaction against your soaked cunt, licking you through the aftershocks, broken moans spilling from your lips with every stroke of his tongue.
Only then does he pull back, lips and chin shiny, eyes dark and heavy as he looks up at you from between your legs.
He’s still fully dressed and you’re a wreck beneath him. Dress bunched around your waist, panties shoved to your knees, thighs glistening, chest heaving and the sheets under you completely ruined.
Heeseung wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, then sits up just enough to start undoing his belt. The quiet clink of metal is almost deafening in the room and you can't help your hands from trembling in anticipation.
“Look at you,” he murmurs, voice still rough. “My perfect wife came so hard for me in the hallway…squirted on my tongue and she's still so wet.”
He frees himself, already hard and leaking, and strokes himself once while staring down at the mess he made of you. Then he leans over, braces one hand beside your head, and rubs the thick head of his cock through your soaked folds, coating himself in your juices, he watches your face the entire time, a smug grin on his lips from the sound of your shaky breaths. Fresh slick smears across his length with every pass and you almost can't take it anymore.
“You ready for me?” he asks softly, cupping your face between his hands before pressing a soft kiss to your lips
You nod, breathless, fingers curling into the sheets.
“Please…need you”
Heeseung pushes in with one smooth, deep thrust that steals the air from your lungs. The stretch is perfect and overwhelming all at once, your body still clenching around him from the orgasm and slightly sore from last night. He drops his forehead against yours with a low broken groan, hips pressed flush to yours like he’s trying to get even deeper. Another slow trickle of your creamy juices spills out around his cock, wetting both of you further.
“Fuck…you're perfection,” he breathes. “My pretty wife's dripping wet for me.”
He starts moving, slow at first. Deep and intimate thrusts, wanting to feel every inch of you. But the control doesn’t last long. Within minutes his pace turns harder, more desperate, the wet slap of skin filling the room as he fucks you into the mattress.
Every thrust forces more of your slick out of you, the sheets beneath you growing wetter by the second. A white ring of your arousal forms around his dick with each thrust. Soft and desperate moans leaving you with every stroke.
One of Heeseung's hands finds yours and laces your fingers together above your head, holding you there while he drives into you over and over. “You did so well today,” he rasps against your mouth between kisses “took everything I gave you. Held it until we got home like such a good girl.”
Your third orgasm builds fast at his words as another whimper slips past your lips. Heeseung feels it and angles his hips so every thrust drags right against the spot that makes your toes curl. “Come on,” he urges, voice breathy and wrecked. “Give me one more. Want to feel you cum around me….wanna feel you soak me again”
You break with a scream, walls fluttering and clamping down hard around him. A hard, forceful gush soaks his lower stomach and thighs, splashing between your bodies with every continued thrust.
Heeseung groans loudly at the feel of it, the sound deep and almost pained with how good it is, hips stuttering as he fucks you through it.
He follows almost immediately, burying himself to the hilt with another groan as he spills so deep inside you, hips jerking through it like he never wants to leave. Your combined mess drips out of you around his cock, adding to the ruined sheets. For a long moment the only sound in the room is your shared uneven breathing and the little moans still slipping past your lips.
Heeseung stays inside you pressing soft, lazy kisses to your cheeks, your jaw, the corner of your mouth. His free hand stroking gently over your side, soothing the fine tremors still running through your body. “I’ve got you baby,” he whispers, pressing another kiss to your cheek.
When he finally pulls out, the slow drag of it makes you whimper, wetness gushing out of your creamy hole, now pulsing at the sudden loss of being filled.
He presses a gentle kiss to your forehead, his hands leaving you only long enough to start up a bath, adjusting it until it’s perfectly warm, then he helps you out of the ruined dress and guides you in. Settling you into the heat with a soft sound of relief that immediately leaves your lips at the breathtaking feeling of the warm water soothing into your muscles.
Heeseung kneels beside the tub for a moment, sleeves rolled up and begins cleaning you with slow careful hands. A cloth glides over your skin, along your thighs, between your legs, across your stomach washing away everything the passionate evening left behind.
Every so often he leans in and presses a lingering kiss to your shoulder, lips trailing the curve of your neck. “My perfect girl,” he says quietly against your skin.
He reheats the tub when he’s satisfied, and strips out of the rest of his clothes before climbing in behind you. The water rises as he settles, strong legs bracketing yours, chest warm against your back. His arms come around your waist and pull you flush against him. For a moment he just holds you like that, chin resting on your shoulder, both of you quiet in the steam.
He turns your face toward him and kisses you deeply. You melt into it, one hand coming up to rest against his jaw and when he pulls back, he reaches for your left hand. His fingers intertwine with yours beneath the water, and he lifts them just enough to press a soft kiss to the back of your hand, beside your ring finger.
You lean back against him fully, the warm water lapping around you both, his heartbeat steady against your spine. And you could stay here forever, you really can. This is practically paradise.
You turn in his arms and wrap yours around his neck, pressing your cheek to his chest. “I love you hee” you whisper, your heart heavy with emotions you can't put into words. “I love you more, princess” he echoes your words, a gentle smile painting across his lips as you sit back to shampoo his hair.
You're silently humming a tune as you work the bubbles into his scalp and he's lovingly gazing into your eyes, his hands resting on your hips.
“Fuck” the word leaves your lips as you suddenly remember the shopping bags are still by the front door. The fucking Birkin Bag probably in some corner now.
“What?” Heeseung blinks.
You jump out of the tub, water cascading down your body as you grab a towel, rushing out of the bathroom.
“Babe?” you hear him call after you as you hurry towards the front door, already gone, bare feet padding quickly down the hall.
Your footsteps come to a stop by the front door and you exhale in relief when your eyes land on the Hermés shopping bag, surprised to find you had somehow placed it on a shelf by the door seconds before you gave into your wanton desires.
Heeseung appears a moment later, sweatpants hanging low on his hips, towel draped around his neck as he dries his hair. That familiar amused smile is already tugging at his mouth. “Well” he laughs, voice warm, “someone’s got priorities.”
You clutch the towel tighter around yourself, still a little breathless from the scramble and glance back at him with a sheepish smile. “I panicked,” you admit. “I thought I’d just thrown it somewhere in the heat of the moment.”
Heeseung’s amused expression softens into something warmer. He steps closer and reaches out, gently tugging the edge of your towel so you shuffle toward him. The second you’re within reach you melt against him, arms sliding around his waist, cheek pressed to his bare chest like you have no intention of letting go.
“You really love that bag, huh?”
“I really love you,” you correct, though your eyes still flick toward the Hermès bag like you’re double-checking it’s safe. “The bag is just…a very expensive bonus.”
He huffs a quiet laugh and pulls you fully against him, arms wrapping around your waist. The leftover warmth from the bath still clinging to both of you. He presses a slow kiss to your forehead, then another to the tip of your nose.
“Come on,” he murmurs. “Let’s finish washing up properly then you can start planning what outfit goes with it.”
You make a soft, reluctant sound but let him guide you back toward the bathroom. The moment you’re both in the tub again you turn and climb into his lap without hesitation, arms looping around his neck, you rest your forehead against his and just stay there, breathing him in.
“Don’t let go yet,” you whine, clinging onto him tighter. “I’m not going anywhere,” he promises with a laugh.
He washes your hair like that, slow and careful, while you stay draped over him, occasionally pressing lazy kisses to his jaw. Every time he shifts even slightly you make a quiet noise of protest and pull yourself closer, the simple fact that he bought you everything you wanted today and always gives you the best orgasms regardless of how stubborn you are has made it impossible to have any space between you.
“You’re extra clingy tonight,” he observes, rubbing the shampoo into your scalp.
“You spent a fortune on me and then we had the best sex ever,” you mumble into his neck. “Of course I’m clingy. You’re stuck with me now.”
He laughs heartily, pressing a lingering kiss to your shoulder.
(a/n:) everybody say ty to anon for the yummy idea <33 Also I was listening to taeyang's eyes, nose, lips when I was writing the ending and ngl I need hubby hee SO bad T T...(+my taglists will be closing by the end of the week!)
Hi! I love audios ✌🏻 and I was wondering if you could make one of SunJake (Jake Top and Sunoo Bottom). Hehe. I love you 🫰🏻👀
SUNJAKE AUDIOO🤍🤍🤍🤍
Recently Sunoo and Jake have been hanging out more recently and going out together more often, the others just think they have a really strong bond..they’re not completely wrong though..there’s just a deeper connection of them than just friendship….
(I’m finally posting againn!! also i love you toooo🤍🤍)
i’m crine lmaoo thanks for the hee video 😭😭 i didn’t expected for u to actually did it
can you do another dom hee x fem reader pliz where he’s just being mean to her 👀
HEESEUNG X FEM LISTENER🤍🤍🤍
You were preparing for a girls night out with your best friends, dressing all cute for a little fun tonight and even going out for some drinks later. Suddenly when everything was going so well, suddenly Heeseung walked in and ruffled your perfect hair..you were FURIOUS at him, and you yelled “WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?!” and he replied with “Only I get to see you like this” suddenly he picked you up and threw you on the bed, and gave you a different..kind of fun night. (Holy yap, sorry😭)
Sunghoon and Sunoo have been at each other all day over something stupid. Sunghoon went out to get some ice cream..but Sunghoon only came back with ice cream for himself. Sunoo was incredibly infuriated. Sunghoon decided he was going to give Sunoo a proper apology.. and some choco mint ice cream later…
Jungwon and Heeseung were hanging out. Recently they were joking around, suddenly jungwon started playing spewing out “insults” like “At least I’m not a grandpa!” And Heeseung takes things about his age seriously so he decides to prove to Jungwon why he isn’t old
Guys please drop more enha / and group recommendations because I have nothing to post !!! Put it in the comments or you can put it in my inbox!! Either is fine!
Heeseung was stressed, he had been all over the place just completely stressed. Many interactions, random interactions with people and girls fanning over him. He finally got to just chill, and decided he was gonna chill with Jay. He told Jay about everything, Jay agreed to help Heeseung get rid of his stressful..thoughs
helloo, can you please do a taegyu audio? Or any txt ship audio where the bottom is lowk being absolutely pounded and destroyed🥹🫶
[Small disclaimer but if you want more, just request some and I’ll be happy to make some more txt ones for ya!🤍🤍]
Beomgyu was being sooo energetic today, eventually Beomgyu started bothering Taehyun while he was just trying to chill. Beomgyu kept messing with him so he FINALLY Beomgyu gets tired, so Taehyun decided to get revenge on Beomgyu for being so annoying…
To the person who requested Jaywon/ HeeJake links🤍
HeeJake Links-
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JayWon Links-
Link 1
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Disclaimer: idk if any of the videos have a weird caption, if they do please forgive me, twt ppl are weird when it comes to scenario videos, I apologize in advance for any of these!!!
