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{Summary:} You're a new resident in your very first apartment excited to enjoy the simple life of adulthood. Unfortunately for you, you continue to run into unruly neighbors no matter how much you try to keep to yourself. Fully Released!

{Main Pairings:} Jeon Jungkook x Female Reader

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After a year of countless car repairs, a nasty breakup, and a change in careers, you hope a night out with your best friends will be the perfect remedy to start the new year. You weren’t expecting to end up in bed with your best friend that you’ve secretly had a crush on all this time. Fully Released One Shot!

{Main Pairings:} Jeon Jungkook x Female Reader

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Constant late hours in the office lead to turmoil in your relationship and growing suspicions of infidelity. How does it play out when confrontations lead to a night out in a hidden speakeasy? Fully Released!

{Main Pairings:} Kim Taehyung x Female Reader

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There is nothing better than relaxing at home on Christmas morning cuddled up to the man you love, especially if that man is the embodiment of Santa himself. Fully Released One Shot!

{Main Pairings:} Kim Namjoon x Female Reader

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An annual office banquet has some of your coworkers glorified while you sit lacking the recognition you know you deserve. When your best friend convinces you to let loose, you end up falling into bed with a handsome stranger for a night of drunk sex. Fully Released!

{Main Pairings:} Kim Seokjin x Female Reader

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A stormy night leads to three strays sneaking into the back of Lily's truck to find shelter from the storm. Little did she realize they would turn into three naked men. Follow Lily and her sister as they adjust to suddenly owning three troublesome hybrids. Complete on AO3

{Main Pairings:} Jeon Jungkook/Original Female Character, Choi Soobin/Original Female Character, Kim Taehyung/Original Female Character(s)

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6

Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 |Chapter 9 | Chapter 10| Chapter 11| Chapter 12

Chapter 13|Chapter 14|Chapter 15| Chapter 16| Chapter 17| Chapter 18

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When the kingdom of Solaris faces threats from a neighboring land, The princess must rely on alliances formed during her youth to not only save herself, but her people. What will happen when alliances shift and matters of the heart cause nothing but trouble?

{Main Pairings:} Choi Yeonjun x Original Female Character, Kang Taehyun x Original Female Character, Lee Minho (Leeknow) x Original Female Character

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Follow our favorite pirate captain on his quest to rid the oceans of perilous beasts and catastrophic storms. Everything seems to be going smoothly until his crew kidnaps an unsuspecting royal with a twin brother ready to risk his life to bring her home. Fully Released!

{Main Pairings:} Pirate Kim Hongjoong/Original Female Character, Prince Kim Taehyung/Original Female Character

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Follow the seven founding families of Lamont as they fend off creatures from disturbing their town. Will their traditions uphold when one of their own proves to be just as terrifying as the creatures they hunt? New Chapter Released Every Week.

{Main Pairings:} Wolf Hybrid Min Yoongi/Original Female Character, Wolf Hybrid Kim Namjoon/Original Female Character

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Jungkook never expected a typical night out on the town would lead to his sudden death. Find out what happens when the shy boy next door suddenly becomes a bloodthirsty Vampire. Fully Released!

{Main Pairings:} Vampire Jeon Jungkook/Original Female Character, Kim Seokjin/Original Female Character

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What a perfect scene of sin! Isn't the Vegas Strip the ideal place to indulge in lust and greed? The perfect playground for our group of hustlers eager to make a pretty penny off of the poor unsuspecting souls. The series is a work in progress.

{Main Pairings:} Jeon Jungkook/Original Female Character, Park Jimin/Original Female Character, Kim Taehyung/Original Female Character(s)

Episode 1: Sin City

Episode 2: Pink Diamond

Episode 3: Cyber Flight

Episode 4: Wine Country

Episode 5: Art Auction

Episode 6: Magic Men

Episode 7: Unwind

Episode 8: Snow Retreat

Episode 9: Cruisin’ Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3 | Day 4 | Day 5 | Day 6 | Day 7

College, Fuck Boys, and Pregnancies, Oh my! Find out what happens when an accidental pregnancy causes relationships to shift amongst they chaos of college life. Fully Released!

{Main Pairings:} Fuck Boy Jeon Jungkook/Original Female Character, Kim Taehyung/Original Female Character, Kim Namjoon/Original Female Characters.

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What happens when the affairs of vengeful demons and prideful angels intermix? Fully Released!

{Main Pairings:} Demon Jeon Jungkook/Original Angel Female Character, Angel Kim Taehyung/Original Angel Female Character, Demon Jung Hoseok/Original Demon Female Character

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TXT/SKZ | Regal Affairs | Ch. 16

Aurelia's interactions with her new brother-in-law has her realizing that being part of Choi family might not be as bad as she thought. Just because she has a new found appreciation for Yeonjun, doesn't mean she's letting him off so easily.

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{Main Pairings:} Choi Yeonjun x Original Female Character, Kang Taehyun x Original Female Character, Lee Minho (Leeknow) x Original Female Character

{Rating:} 18+

{Genre:} Royals

{Warnings:} Arranged Marriage, Flirting, Forbidden Romance, Drama, Family Dynamics, Possessive tendencies, Degradation, Smut, Nonconsensual Sex, Aggression, Forceful Male

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Aurelia strolled casually down the length of the lavish corridors, sighing contently as life in the Choi palace became more tolerable now that her marriage settled. While things were still far from perfect, Yeonjun graced her with the respect and admiration she craved since her arrival, thankful for the progress since she was now stuck in a lifelong marriage to the prince of Meiryn. 

She hummed happily as her gown draped behind her, swishing with each sway of her hips as she passed the extravagant ballroom of the east wing. She paused as she registered Victoria’s voice echoing from the crown molding and chandeliers as the petite woman stormed from the ballroom. Aurelia blinked, thankful to have stopped just a few feet short of the entryway as the fiery maiden waved her hands in exasperation. 

“This is all wrong…” Victoria grunted as she turned to address a servant. Aurelia caught segments of their conversation about the linens for her upcoming wedding to Soobin. Just as an amused smirk pulled at the edges of her lips, she noticed the groom-to-be chasing behind them, desperate to be enlightened to his fiancée's attitude. 

“Darling, I thought we agreed on silk.” His eyebrows were pressed together, his distress clearly printed on his features. 

Victoria continued marching to keep up with the servants as she examined a variety of linen selections. “Soobin, silk is terribly dated. What would people think?” Her voice escalated, her vanity on full display as she waved him off to continue examining the fabrics, disappearing around the corner to leave her fiancé overwhelmed by the threshold of the ballroom. 

His eyes soon settled on the image of Aurelia quietly waiting beside a stone statue, her arms tucked behind her as she observed the scene unfolding before her. She couldn’t help but feel pity for Soobin as he ran his fingers through the tresses atop his head, ruffling his perfectly coiffed locks as a long, drawn-out sigh ghosted from his lips. He looked utterly exhausted, drained of any remaining charisma as he offered Aurelia a gentle smile, his dimples faintly making an appearance. 

“Everything alright?” Aurelia inquired, taking a few steps forward as he peered back towards the end of the hall that still had Victoria’s voice echoing across the way. 

Soobin let out a sarcastic chuckle, pinching the bridge of his nose as he tried to fight off his pounding headache. “Peachy.” He lied, shaking his head gently. “She’s an amazing woman, however…” He hesitated as if it was appropriate for him to comment on his future wife. 

“She’s challenging to manage?” Aurelia offered, raising a brow curiously, watching Soobin’s demeanor relax at her acknowledgement. 

“Yes, absolutely.” He confirmed following behind his new sister-in-law as she continued to stroll down the hall. “Do tell me, how do you manage to keep up with my brother?” He smiled lightheartedly, knowing both of their arranged marriages weren’t exactly a leisurely stroll. 

Aurelia laughed at his question, feeling as if she had failed in that task. “Just as you are, I’m still trying to figure that one out.” She admitted. Yeonjun was a conflicting soul. One moment, he spoke with all the admiration in the world, while the next, he was reluctantly engaging in some foolish banter, letting his jealousy overtake him. 

She hadn’t noticed that while she dwelled in thoughts of her husband, her facial features morphed into a solemn stare, her eyes finding comfort in the patterns of the marble tiling below her feet. Soobin was quick to pick up on her distress, recalling his warning to the young princess when Minho first arrived in court. 

“He is a good man.” His voice was soft, tucking his arms behind his back as he accompanied her down the corridor, his eyes shifting to find the winter scene painted outside the stained glass windows. Aurelia’s interest piqued as she offered Soobin a doubtful glare.  “Oh, trust me, I don’t deny that he’s a jealous bastard.” He quickly added, his eyes shifting to find the princess's gaze. 

“Has he always been so discourteous and patronizing?” She narrowed her stare. While she loved their recent interactions, he was still the man who caused her so much dismay before and during their wedding. 

Soobin took a moment to mull over her question, thinking back on his older brother’s character over the years of growing up with him. He knew he was a rough person to love; however, he also knew the pressures and unfairness that came with being firstborn. 

“Yeonjun is the first son of our family, which means he’s first in line to become king.” Soobin gestured towards a ledge near a large window that overlooked the frosted-over gardens. Aurelia happily followed his lead, taking a seat as she peered out to spot Yeonjun riding horseback through the grounds below. Soobin sat across from her, watching his brother make his way across the plot of land before disappearing towards the stables. “Imagine spending every day of your existence being perfectly groomed to one day take the crown while your siblings enjoyed whatever pleasures their hearts desire.” 

Aurelia went to speak, silenced by the weight of Soobin’s words. She was also raised with the expectations of becoming queen and marrying into an alliance that would support their nation. She was, unfortunately, the only heir her father managed to produce, leaving her with not only the countless responsibilities of one day ruling, but also getting spoiled by undivided attention and freedom between duties.

She watched her husband disappear from her view as Soobin continued to enlighten her on the man she apparently didn’t know much about. “My siblings and I have our responsibilities and lessons to maintain; we also have every opportunity to travel, engage in various pastimes, and indulge in pleasures Yeonjun was deprived of.” He sighed, speaking with nothing but admiration for the eldest Choi sibling. “He’s resentful of that freedom, hence his envious nature.” 

Aurelia tucked her bottom lip between her teeth, feeling guilty that she never paused for the opportunity to learn about Yeonjun’s hardships, feeling as if she barely understood the man she was united with. “Shame that his jealousy causes him to be such an ass.” 

“Can you blame him?” Soobin raised a brow as he watched the princess glare in his direction, stunned to see him defending Yeonjun’s actions. “I’m not saying that way he acted was chivalrous in any manner.” Aurelia continued to narrow her eyes, wondering what Soobin could possibly say. “However, I would’ve been equally as enraged to watch the woman I desired promenade about the castle in another man’s arms.” Aurelia’s jaw hung open in utter shock at Soobin’s accusation. “I did warn you that my brother was quite possessive.” 

Aurelia recalled his warning the day she met Minho, ignoring his word of caution out of her desire to serve Yeonjun with the same jealousy she felt after finding him tangled up with the dutchess. “That you did.” She admitted, her voice barely audible as Soobin flashed her another friendly smile. 

“He cares about you.” If there was anything he knew about his oldest brother, it was that he only became possessive of things he cared for, instantly recognizing his reluctance in accepting the princess as his bride as his fear of letting people in. “My brother would give his life for his family, which now includes you.” 

Aurelia huffed, knowing she was only part of his family due to their marriage. As if Soobin picked up on her silent thoughts, he flashed her a stern glance. “Believe me, he loves you. Whether he knows it or not yet.” 

Aurelia felt a wave of butterflies flutter in her stomach, strangely exhilarated by the thought of Yeonjun feeling such a strong emotion towards her. If only he would act in such a manner. She smiled, leaning forward to nudge Soobin's arm, thankful for this moment of enlightenment. 

“Show her who’s in charge.” She commented vaguely, leaving Soobin’s eyes wide in confusion. 

“Excuse me?” He blinked, wondering what she was referring to. 

“Victoria. The best way to manage a woman in her class is to remind her that you’re the man in charge.” Aurelia smirked, entertained by Soobin’s innocence as his eyes continued to widen. “Trust me, women like men who are equally as commanding as they are respectful.” 

Aurelia could see a blush threaten to expose itself across Soobin’s complexion, smiling as his dimples concave against his cheeks. He shook his head, chuckling nervously as they both stood from their seats, venturing back in the direction of the ballroom in search of Victoria to assist in any necessary wedding details. 

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Yeonjun sighed, shedding the thick layers of his evening attire before throwing his banyan over his shoulders. He glanced out the large windows of his bedroom, admiring the dim stars beyond the glass as he crossed the threshold to dive into the winter duvet. His body sank into the dull mattress, his mind rampant with thoughts of things to come. He tried to distract himself from Kai’s impending visit with his brother’s wedding to Victoria, happy to know that Soobin has a fondness for his bride. Thinking of their approaching wedding ceremony caused flashes of his own to resurface. 

He cringed as he remembered the awkwardness of it all; a mess of tension and animosity until the very next morning when he tried to make amends. Their relationship had developed, but he still found himself lying alone in bed when he wished to have her warmth beside him. He grunted, turning over on his side and glaring at the empty space as it lay barren. He dragged a hand over the sheets, feeling the cold seep from the fabrics as another sigh pulled from his lips. He finally cracked his jaw with irritation, throwing the duvet from his body and leaving his chambers to find Aurelia before she rested her head. 

Down the corridors, Aurelia was sitting at her vanity brushing her hair as part of her nightly routine to help the strands from knotting during the night. There was a sudden knock at her door, causing her to stop in her efforts and walk towards the door, curious to know who would be visiting her at such an hour. She was stunned to see Yeonjun, a pout on his full lips as he pushed his way inside her room. Before she could speak, he was rounding back towards her as the door closed. “Why haven’t you come to my bed?”

She blinked up at him, slowly tucking her robe and pulling the belt tight. Her brows narrowed. “I have one of my own. Why should I go to your bed?” She had no intention of sounding blunt, but she was not prepared for his questioning on their sleeping arrangements, especially since they were just starting to settle into their feelings for each other. 

Yeonjun crossed his arms over his chest, spurred on by her inquiry. “Well, you are my wife with the sole purpose of bearing my children. Or don’t you remember?” His tone was condescending and left Aurelia feeling spiteful. 

Of course, he had to waltz in with his bass-like mouth and say something offhandedly because he was in a particular mood. She stepped forward, standing her ground against her intimidating husband. “Oh, I remember perfectly. As I recall, you were a complete bastard.” Her voice subtly raised with each word until she was practically spitting in his face. “So, I think I’ll stay right where I am.” She, too, crossed her arms over her chest, shifting her weight onto one foot as her hip popped to the side. 

Yeonjun growled in the back of his throat, agitated by her insult as he stepped to tower over her. “It’s not my fault! If you hadn’t been fraternizing with Minho, letting him touch you when you belonged to me, maybe I wouldn’t have fucked you like some common wench!” He was mad. Not only was she denying him her presence, but then to throw their first night together back in his face? He thought they were well past that evening, mending their bond little by little, but apparently, she was still using it against him to avoid joining him in bed. 

Her mouth dropped open, appalled that he spoke to her in such a way; his accusation was hurtful. She went to bite back in a similar manner, but caught herself, remembering the discussion she had with Soobin earlier that day. The middle son of the Choi family had shed some light on the deep feelings Yeonjun hid from most, but could be seen by his siblings' observant eyes. It was clear that Minho’s presence was a source of Yeonjun’s anger as Aurelia sought the affections of him rather than her betrothed. 

She hummed with amusement, the tension in her muscles relaxing as she pressed closer to Yeonjun, her arms falling to her side so that her breasts would brush against him. “I never realized you were so threatened by Minho…” She walked her index and middle fingers up his torso, teasing him with a coy smile. “I would almost think you were jealous.” She gripped the open material of his banyan, feeling the fabric between her fingers as she waited for his response. 

He sputtered, his resolve faltering momentarily as he pulled away from her body. “I was not jealous.” He sharpened his glare to hide the fact that Minho bothered him. “Please, the thought is almost laughable.” For good measure, he forced a small chuckle from his lips as the pout turned into a mocking smile. 

Aurelia turned up the charm, her eyes growing heavy and her voice dropping just enough to sound like rich honey. “So it didn’t bother you that Minho might have taken my virtue before you?” She shifted her shoulders ever so slightly, letting her robe slip off to expose the thin night gown beneath. “Even if I asked him to?”

Yeonjun was taking in her appearance, tracing every curve with a meticulous glare that softened the more he heard her speak so smoothly. However, the building haze of lust delayed his ability to register what she was saying. After a beat, he finally snapped his eyes back to her, pupils growing wide as he reached up to grab her. “Did you?” He seemed crazed at the notion that she even thought to ask Minho to take her, and while she was afraid to tell him the truth, she loved his reaction.

“You’ll never know.” She whispered, leaning up to brush her lips against his cheek and placing haunting kisses up to his ear. “But you couldn’t possibly be jealous, right?” She was thrilled to have the upper hand, putting him in a position that Yeonjun always seemed to put her in every chance he got. Now she had him wrapped around her finger, and while he was unpredictable in this state, she savored the way he visibly crumbled. 

Yeonjun abruptly turned his head, grabbing ahold of her face as he forced her into a passionate kiss. Aurelia could barely keep up as his lips moved aggressively over her flesh, flicking from her mouth to her jaw, then down her neck. She clung to his head, her fingers getting tangled in his dark strands as moans slipped from her lips. His hands traveled down her body, gripping the plump curves until he could squeeze the swell of her ass. Without removing his lips from her body, he used his strength to pick her up in his arms, guiding her to wrap her legs around his waist. 

“Yeonjun.” She gasped as she felt his dick harden against her core, a rush of heat filling her abdomen as they traveled towards her bed. Everything moved too quickly as she deliriously registered they were falling back on her bed with Yeonjun hovering over top of her. He lifted himself away from her body, taking in the disheveled view of his wife displayed across the thick duvet as she panted in need. 

He traced his fingers along the back of her thigh, locking her leg around his waist as he dipped his pelvis against her. He watched her throw her head back as the head of his cock brushed her clit, whining in her throat as her nerves shuddered from the sudden sensation. “What do I have to be jealous about?” He swivelled his hips, creating a delightful friction along her clothed folds and the length of his member. He then brought his hand up to cup her breast, squeezing the flesh between his fingers as he brushed his lips against her own. “You’re clearly mine.”

He flicked his tongue against her bottom lip, leaning down to catch the flesh between his teeth as her body curved against him. Aurelia gasped, using her hands to guide his lips fully against her own, returning the affection as she maneuvered their positions. Yeonjun happily lay on his back as she straddled his waist, sitting onto his firm dick that was desperate to be buried deep within her. She ground her core along the underside of his cock, the head stimulating her clit as she moved. 

He groaned as his tip leaked his natural lubrication, feeling it seep into his sleepwear. He reached towards her and began pulling up the fabric of her night gown, but frowned as she crawled away from him. He sat up on his elbows, following her movements until she was standing at the end of the bed. “What are you doing?”

Aurelia had the audacity to force a yawn from her lips as she stretched her arms over her head. “I’m tired, I think it’s best we go to bed.” She brought her arms back down and elaborated as she tried not to look at the tempting vision of her husband draped across her bed. “Our own beds.”

Yeonjun could feel his hard cock slowly deflating as she turned towards her vanity to pick up her brush, continuing what she had started before he showed up. “Are you serious? Is this a joke?” He sat up on the bed, watching her reflection in the mirror of her vanity as she calmly brushed over her strands. 

“Of course not. It’s been a long day.” She wasn’t wrong with all the preparations for Kai’s arrival and Soobin’s wedding; the day was quite eventful. She got up from the vanity, hairbrush still in hand, as she walked towards the bed. She leaned over the mattress and pressed a quick kiss to Yeonjun’s cheek, biting back the bout of laughter that threatened to slip from her lips when she saw his disbelief. “Goodnight, Yeonjun.” She returned to the vanity, leaving her husband to gather himself and slip from her chambers; his penis deprived and his bed colder than before. 

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Confessions & Confetti: Jungkook one shot

Just a nice little slice of Jungkook to help celebrate New Year's Eve. I decided to write this last minute but wanted to share it with you before the new year. I might have also sprinkled in some good smut just for the occasion! Hope you enjoy it! ☺️

{Main Pairings:} Jeon Jungkook x Female Reader

{Rating:} 18+

{Word Count:} 7,500 Words

{Genre:} Friends to lovers + New Years Smut

{Summary:} After a year of countless car repairs, a nasty breakup, and a change in careers, you hope a night out with your best friends Will be the perfect remedy to start the new year. You weren’t expecting to end up in bed with your best friend that you’ve secretly had a crush on all this time.

{Warnings:} New Year's Kiss, Smut, Sexual Content, Language, Oral, Fingering, Exhibition, Alcohol, Degradation, Friends to Lovers, Fluff

Your eyes glance over the reflection peering back at you through your hotel mirror, observing the way your makeup compliments your flushed complexion, grateful for the added sparkle that seems to perfectly tie together the smokey eye adorning your features. You grin in satisfaction, eager to head out and spend the evening with your best friends in hopes of ridding yourself of this past year's hardships as you ring in the new year.

You take a few steps back, smoothing your palms over the sequin pencil skirt that hugs your hips deliciously, flaunting your legs beneath the black and silver swirls of sparkles radiating from the fabric. You cross a leg in front of the other, meticulously observing your outline in the mirror as you analyze your appearance, debating if you’re showing too much skin, or not enough. A simple black turtleneck sweater adorns your torso, allowing your skirt to be the center of attention as you push off your tiptoes to better view the edge of your outfit flirting with the middle of your thighs. You hum happily, thoroughly satisfied with your selection as you press your hands onto the counter of the vanity to double-check your hairstyle and jewelry selection.

“Perfect.” You murmur under your breath as you pull the cord of your styling tools from the wall outlet, closing the bathroom light as you head towards the king-sized bed of your hotel suite. After a year filled with multiple car troubles, a nasty breakup, and a change in careers, this trip out to the city was the perfect remedy to end your year on a high note. You sigh contently as you take in the sights of the towering city skyline, the lights of various buildings reflecting off of the glass of your hotel windows as the deep amber hues of the sunset create a stunning backlight to the cityscape.

You sit down on the edge of the bed, reaching over to retrieve a pair of velvety soft thigh-high black boots, quickly sliding them on and pulling the zipper as your eyes settle on the alarm clock on one of the bedside tables, realizing that you are running a few minutes behind. “Shit.” You mumble as you tug on the opposite boot, standing up to retrieve a faux fur vest that was draped on a sofa armchair at the far corner of the suite. You quickly tug it over your shoulders, thankful for the warmth as you grab a small matching clutch to complete your ensemble.

You slap your hand down on the tv stand over your hotel key, sliding it from the surface as you quickly shuffle towards the door, adjusting to the sudden sensation of heels beneath your feet. It doesn’t take long for you to hear the door click shut behind you, strutting down towards the hotel elevators, hoping you didn’t keep your friends waiting too long.

As you reach the elevator lobby, the pad of your finger finds the call button as you anxiously press it a few times for good measure, clicking open your clutch to tuck away the plastic keycard as a low chime indicates the elevator's arrival. You flip your hair back as you fasten your clutch, peering up to see the elevator doors open to reveal an ever-familiar man standing just beyond the doors.

You feel your jaw unhinge as you see one of your best friends, Jeon Jungkook, leaning against the elevator's back wall as his fingers type away at the LED screen of his smartphone. You can’t help but gawk at his appearance, stunned to find his usual baggy clothing was replaced with a pair of black cargo pants, a golden belt buckle cinching in his waist as you drool over the form of his body. He’s wearing a textured muscle-cut top, small slivers of net-like material peaking through the overlaying fabric, allowing you to steal glimpses of his gorgeously tanned skin beneath.

The most extravagant article on his person was a collared bomber jacket with a black sequin pattern of its own beautifully tied together with a golden zipper to match his belt. He looks like a million bucks, from the gold chain wrapped around his neck down to the thick boots on his feet.

This was your best friend and the man you secretly crushed over for who knows how many years. You never imagined telling him about your sentiments, refusing to risk your friendship simply for a childish crush you couldn’t quite shake off. Ever since your break up earlier that year, It became increasingly more challenging for you to avoid your feelings for Jungkook. While you sat heartbrokenly, Jungkook was the first to come over and indulge in a pint full of mint chocolate chip ice cream with you. When your car repetitively breaks down, he’d spend countless hours working on your engine, continuously reviving the piece of junk you should consider trading in for a new car. He was always there to cheer you up and make you smile on your darkest days.

As you glance at him once again, you can’t help but feel selfish in wanting to ruin your friendship. Why is it that you’ve never seen him look this fucking good in the years you’ve known him? All of his hours at the gym were surely paying off as you admire his frame peaking from beneath the slightly more form-fitting attire. You love Jungkook. He was your closest friend and best confidant despite the feelings you desperately tried to fight off. Yet all of a sudden, your mind was flashing with sinful desires of you shamelessly indulging in Jungkook as you outwardly ogle him over.

You suck in a breath as his eyes peer up from his screen, long slivers of his dark tresses hanging loosely in his face as he rakes his eyes over your body, drinking in the sight of you until he realizes that he’s staring at his best friend. “Damn, Y/N. Who are you trying to impress?”

“Shut up, JK.” You instantly become defensive, tugging at the ends of your skirt as you shimmy into the elevator, feeling the heat from the sudden close contact. What the hell was wrong with you?

You narrow your eyes as you hear a chuckle escape his lips, watching his attention return to his phone screen. “So feisty.” He shakes his head in amusement, his slight curls hanging just above those bug eyes you’ve grown to love. “I swear, someone better put you in your place one day.” He teases, peering up at you with mischief dancing behind his pupils.

You offer him a false smile as you cross your arms in front of your chest, crossing your legs as you lean your side into the elevator. “Good luck with that.” You tut back at him, completely missing the challenging glare he shoots in your direction.

Your banter is interrupted by another chime echoing from the elevator, the metal doors sliding open to reveal an extravagantly decorated hotel lobby with a towering Christmas tree center to the atrium. The spruce was decorated with hints of gold and red, festive holiday music reverberating through the space as you and Jungkook venture out into the wide lobby.

“There they are!” You make out the familiar high-pitch voice of your friend Mira, shifting your gaze to find her practically skipping towards you with her gold sequin mini dress hugging the curves of her body. “The Uber is gonna be here any minute.” She confirms before turning back to Jimin who was also awaiting your arrival.

Jimin is always the most put-together of the group, sporting a pair of black trousers with a crisp white button-up with a few of the top buttons left open to expose just the right amount of flesh. His blonde locks were slicked back, painting him as the perfect picture of a well-dressed gentleman. “Took you two long enough.” He complains as he pulls you into his side for a hug, his excitement for the evening evident on the smile stretching across his lips.

“So where exactly are we going?” You ask curiously, watching as Jungkook shoves his hands into his pockets, suddenly quieter now that he’s around a larger group of individuals in a public setting.

“This new nightclub with a rooftop terrace. I managed to score us an entry with the perks of my new job.” Mira brags as she holds up a few passes hung onto lanyards, flashing the VIP badges given to her new status as a reporter with one of the most respectable agencies in the state.

You can’t help but smile at the thought of such a lavish evening out with friends, ready to sip on some bubbly and dance the night away into the new year. “Hell yeah! Mira, did I mention that I love you?” You beam as you wrap an arm around her shoulder, leading her toward the main entrance of the hotel to await your Uber.

“You may have mentioned it once or twice.” She responds, giggling alongside you as the men follow behind, rolling their eyes at the trouble waiting to happen from allowing you both into such a carefree environment.

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After a short ride through the city, your uber pulls up to one of the larger skyscrapers in the city as you peer up at the towering infrastructure before you. You quietly follow Mira’s lead as you stick back with Jungkook and Jimin, entering an elevator that brings you up to the thirty-first floor of the building. As the doors slid open, it reveals a dimly lit hallway decorated with fiber optic detailing, mimicking a night sky as you venture down to a nightclub labeled, The Sterling.

You take in the sights as a low methodical thumping of bass music echoes down the corridor, accompanied by the distant hum of chatter. The music continues to crescendo as you approach the doors leading into the club, watching as the room expands into a multilevel club filled with neon lights and the same fiber-optic detailing of the hallway.

“Hell yeah!” Jimin hollers from over your shoulder, turning to face him as a DJ spins remixes of today's top hits. The bass continues to pound through your eardrums as an usher guides you and your entourage through the crowds toward a VIP booth located in the far corner of the space. Neon blue and silver lights shimmer around a dark navy-colored velvet booth, creating the perfect crescent shape around a black table seemingly resembling a jagged crystal pattern. You waste no time as you slip into the booth, surprised by how luxurious the velvet of the seats feels beneath your palms as you guide yourself towards the back to allow the rest of the group a space to sit.

Jungkook is quick to follow beside you as Jimin and Mira take the edges, Jimin moving quickly to gesture over a waiter to place a round of shots for your table.

“Pretty kick ass hook up, Mira,” Jungkook admits as he leans back into the booth, letting his arm come up to rest alongside the back of the velvet seats. Mira swells with pride as she clicks her tongue dramatically, tossing her hair over her shoulder.

“Only the best for my crew.” She teases as she glances toward you, raising her eyebrows suggestively. “So, you two gonna dance tonight or sit on your asses as per usual?”

You peer towards Jungkook who also seems uncomfortable by the question, knowing you were both the type to sit and watch versus pulling attention to yourself. “We’ll see after a couple of rounds of alcohol.” You laugh jokingly, knowing once you have a few drinks in your system, you might get the courage to do just about anything.

Jungkook lets out a breathy chuckle as a waiter delivers a tray of glowing shot glasses, the frosted chill appearance of the cups making the liquid inside appear that much more intriguing.

“To a new year filled with nothing but good ass vibes.” Jimin is the first to grab a shot glass, holding it up as he declares his good wishes for the new year.

Jungkook is second to follow, clasping a glass as he raises it to meet Jimin’s in the air. “I second that.” You and Mira nod in agreement as you each grab your respective glass, bringing it up to clink together with the others as you bring it to your lips, throwing your head back to aid in downing the burn of the alcohol as it trickles down your throat. Your face scrunches from the sensation, wishing you had a chaser as you watch Jimin easily down the liquid as if it was water.

“That’s too smooth.” Jimin chuckles as he sets his empty shot glass back on the tray. “You guys down for another?” He beams as he waves down the waiter for another round, twirling his finger in a circle.

“Jimin, are you trying to get us drunk?” You hiss, feeling a slow warmth build in your chest from your previous shot.

Jimin grins mischievously at you, “Absolutely. You’re wild when you’re drunk.” You can feel the glare Jungkook shifts in Jimin’s direction, watching as he visibly fights off his protective urges.

“I’ll get us some chasers.” Jungkook gently pushes Jimin’s shoulder to get him to stand up and allow him the space to get up from the booth.

“Weak!” Jimin challenges, to which Jungkook merely rolls his eyes as he disappears towards the bar.

Mira takes the opportunity of Jungkook’s absence to press towards you, nudging into your shoulder as she plays with the rim of her shot glass. “So Y/N, It’s almost the new year. When are you gonna tell JK that you like him?”

You feel yourself choke on your spit as you narrow your eyes towards the energetic woman sitting beside you, appalled that she just spoke those words in front of Jimin. You press your lips together, taking your clutch and swatting your hand to smack her arm with the material.

“Mira!” You’re furious. It was bad enough that she knows about your attraction to your best friend, let alone announcing it for the world to hear.

Jimin’s eyes widen at the confession, scooting in closer so that you're sandwiched between them. “Hold on, you got it hot for Jeon?” His eyes are shimmering with ill intent, a smirk tugging at his lips as you let your head hang in the palms of your hands. You feel your embarrassment swallow your pride as you visibly shrink from their questioning. Jimin lets out a loud laugh as he leans back into the velvet cushions, slamming his palm down against the table. “That’s fucking amazing!” You peer up at him, refusing to spare him from the harsh glare radiating from your pupils.

“Shut the fuck up, Park.” Your only response is to become defensive as you try and salvage whatever remains of your pride. Mira presses her thumb and index finger together as she motions across her lips as if zipping a zipper. She sits back as she watches you and Jimin.

“No, this is great. Jeon’s been pining over you since we all started hanging out.” Jimin reveals as your complexion goes pale. Did you just hear him correctly? All this time, was Jungkook also hiding his attraction to you? Jimin must be pulling your leg.

You let out an exasperated chuckle as you roll your eyes, refusing to buy into such a notion. “Yeah, okay. JK’s been with plenty of women this year.” You gently nibble on the flesh of your bottom lip as you recall the numerous one-night stands and flings Jungkook always manages to score.

Jimin tilts his head to the side, glancing at you as if you're stupid for missing the obvious. “No shit. Why do you think he didn’t seek out a relationship with any of those women?” Jimin was right. Jungkook was never one to be a fuckboy, his sweet nature made him the perfect partner for any woman. “It’s because he’s in love with you, Y/N. I just didn’t know you felt the same way.” You glance back towards the bar as Jungkook skillfully balances a few glasses within his fingers as he stares heading back towards the table. Jimin hurries away to stand back up as Jungkook makes his way back over.

You aren’t sure what to make of your recent conversation with Jimin, peering over to Mira who raises her eyebrows suggestively as Jungkook slides back towards you in the booth. You waste no time grabbing another shot, letting the alcohol help settle your rampant thoughts.

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As the evening progresses, Mira found a group of work colleagues, taking the opportunity to seek out their company for a little while as you enjoy the company of Jimin and Jungkook. A few more rounds of shots leave a happy buzz coursing through your system as you engage in conversations about your wishes for the new year and reminisce on your worst moments of the past year.

The DJ suddenly puts on a familiar tune as an electronic piano melody engulfs the club. I’m good, yeah I’m feeling alright, baby Imma have the best Fucking night of my life. Your eyes widen with excitement as you stand up from the booth, extending your hands as you open and close your palms as if trying to obtain something. “Come dance with me.” You bat your eyelashes as a pout tugs at your lips, directing your question towards Jungkook in hopes he’s had enough drinks to accompany you.

“Hell yeah, I love this song.” Jimin chugs another shot before standing up to grab your hand, eager to drag you to the dance floor. “Coming, JK?”

Jungkook lets his hands rest between his thighs as he shakes his head shyly. “Nah, I’ll watch.” He speaks quietly, perfectly content jamming out to the music from the comfort of your booth.

“His loss…” Jimin shrugs his shoulders as he whisks you away towards the crowded dance floor, pumping his fist as the beat drops, casting reverberations through the building as your ears thump with the pulse of the bass.

It doesn’t take you long to get into the song, feeling yourself bounce on your toes as you start swaying your head to the beat, flipping your hair as the song begins building back up to the anticipated beat drop. As the bass hits, you start jumping up and down alongside Jimin and the crowd around you, singing at the top of your lungs. “Baby, Imma have the best Fucking night of my life.”

Your eyes shift towards the booth, watching as Jungkook leans across the table with a goofy smile stretched across his lips at the sight of you having a blast on the dance floor. You quickly move your hand to encourage him to join you, only to watch him reluctantly shake his head. You pout momentarily until Jimin spins you around, distracting you from Jungkook’s refusal to join you.

The bright strobe of lights settles the beat and shifts to a more Latin-inspired song, changing the pace of your dancing. Jimin fearlessly snakes an arm around your waist as he pulls you closer, causing you to push your palms against your chest to keep a distance between you.

“Trust me, this will make him mad with jealousy.” He coos in your ear as you glare up at Jimin’s mischievous expression. You roll your eyes however and decide to trust him, curious if his tactics could yield any results.

Jimin presses you tight against his chest, his hands splaying across your hip and back as you effortlessly move in unison. When he steps, you follow; when he dips, you dip; when he spins, you twirl. It was as if you were fused together.

Jungkook watches you both from the booth, his jealousy festering deep within his chest as he refuses to break eye contact from your inmate dance. He knows you and Jimin are just friends, and he of all people knows Jimin’s flirtatious nature, however, the sight of you bending in his arms is causing him to gently chew against the metal of his lip piercing.

Jimin pushes you away only to pull you back in, his knee nestling between your legs as he once again dips you, but this time both of his hands latching around your waist. Your head drapes back and swings across his body as you hold his strong shoulders. You feel your cheeks flush from the rush of alcohol in your system along the heat of the crammed bodies along the dance floor.

You whip back up, panting as you catch a glimpse of Jungkook who was enraged by the flirtatious look Jimin plasters on his face. Jungkook is leaning back against the cushion of the booth, his legs spread out scandalously as he grips a shot glass, pinning you under his stare as he tilts his head back to down the liquid. You feel yourself gulp as you get caught up in the dancing and don’t seem to notice your proximity diminish with Jimin as you continue moving alongside him.

You giggle from the smooth movements of your dancing, feeling as if Jimin is effortlessly guiding you through the motions. “Who knew you were such a good dancer?” You giggle as he twirls you back around, feeling slightly dizzy from the fast movements.

“I try.” He hums happily, thankful that you allowed him the opportunity to dance without having to put up a fight. He quickly glances past you, catching the eye of a stunning woman in a shimmering maroon dress draped over her body. “Holy Shit.” He chokes as you quickly turn your body to follow his gaze.

A smirk crawls to your lips as you gently nudge him. “Come on Mr. Smooth. Go ask her to dance.” You tease, watching as Jimin wiggles his eyebrows in amusement, accepting your challenge as he rubs his palms together, smoothing a hand through his hair as he steps away toward the woman of his affection.

You sigh happily as you watch your extrovert mingle with the beautiful stranger, glad to know at least one of you has the confidence to talk to a stranger. As you turn to head back to the VIP section, you pause in your step to avoid colliding with a tall frame towering behind you. You peer up to find Jungkook’s wide stare, his eyes reflecting the shimmer of the lights in his youthful gaze. The alcohol has clearly taken its course on him as he suddenly gains the nerve to step out on the dance floor with his hand extending towards you. “May I?”

You arch an eyebrow, stunned to find that Jungkook of all people wants to share a dance with you. This was the same man you need to argue with for an hour to get him to dance at Namjoon’s wedding. You hesitantly place your hand in his as he starts leading you in the same dance style as Jimin, his attention heightens as he becomes increasingly aware of your proximity. You feel a blush creep onto your cheeks, feeling the butterflies flutter in your stomach at Jungkook’s animalistic gaze. Let's just hope the next song wouldn't ruin the mood as he brings his arm around your back.

You gently continue to sway to the rest of the song until the tune changes into some synthetic instrumental music. Then the bass came to life with Doja Cat singing the lyrics of her song 'Candy.' You change the tempo of your movements to slow down to the beat, watching as Jungkook’s eyes devour the sight of your body smoothly moving to the song. Jungkook boldly pulls you closer so that you insticutally rest your arms over his shoulders as his hands rest on your upper back.

You start getting lost in the slow pulse of the song as you sway in each other's arms, your body sweltering from the proximity as Jungkook finally moves you to twirl. He lifts his arm over your head and smoothly brings your arm around his neck when you face him again. You gasp as his hands dip towards your ass, hovering just above as he looks into your eyes as if he’s staring at a forbidden lover. He leans forward which causes you to suck in a breath, his nose grazing yours affectionately. “You’re so beautiful, Y/N.” He sighs as he takes in the smell of you, letting your sweet scent intoxicate him further as the alcohol continues to give him the courage to pursue you.

You close your eyes from the contact and sighed softly, letting yourself relax in his arms. His voice is deep and rich, churning like molasses as his vodka-laced breath ghosts against your lips. You boldly rest your head against his as you’re swept into the heat of the moment. For years you admire this man without ever knowing how he feels about you and now you’re dancing in his arms. His body was suffocating you as his arms held you against his chest, swirling your hips together slowly as you both step side to side in a gentle sway. Your bodies mold together seamlessly, Jungkook moving to dip you as he watches you beautifully bend to his ministrations, caressing your body with his gaze.

As he pulls you back up against his body, letting his head hang just above your breasts as you feel yourself shudder from his breath brushing against the seam of your collar and your neck. “Jungkook…” Your voice is a ghost of a whisper, fighting back the urge to moan as his hands move to grab your ass as he pulls you closer to him.

“Y/N, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted to touch you like this.” His whispers in your ear, causing another shiver to run down your spine. What the hell is happening? Jungkook is shamelessly feeling up your body and you are happy to allow him the opportunity. You know he is an attractive man, secretly lusting over your best friend for years only to have him admit sharing similar feelings to your own in a dangerously intimate setting.

“Oh my God, Jungkook..” The words scandalously escape your lips without a second thought as the DJ begins to announce the two-minute mark for the countdown to midnight. You peel yourself away from his compelling warmth, watching his eyelids droop with lust as he watches you pull away.

You feel overwhelmed, your mind swirling from the buzz of alcohol and the moisture building between your legs, quickly becoming a heated mess. “I need some fresh air.” Your eyes lock with Jungkook’s for a moment, watching as his bright eyes flash with worry as you begin to step back from his intense presence.

Your eyes shift around the club, feeling dizzy from the strobe lights and the crowd engulfing the dance floor around you. You quickly push your way through the multitude of bodies, letting your heels click against the dance floor as you seek out the staircase. Why were you running away? Jungkook finally admits to thinking of you as anything other than a friend and you’re leaving him high and dry. Your wildest dreams are coming true yet here you are practically sprinting up the staircase to seek out the rooftop terrace above.

By the time you make it outside, you hear a crowd of partygoers hollering as the countdown to the new year rapidly approaches. Your eyes skim your surroundings, feeling the chill of the winter air nip at your skin, the wind feeling vastly colder given you are thirty-two stories up in the air.

10!

You feel the world around you slow down as you push past a few people, seeking out a small space close to the edge of the rooftop terrace, eager to grasp onto the railing to peer into the dark ambiance of the city below.

9!

Your mind flashes back to your steamy dance with Jungkook, still feeling the way his hands grasp at your body, haunting your memory.

8!

A breeze of cool wind causes your cheeks to tingle from the cold, letting out a breath as a puff of vapor escapes your mouth.

7!

You begin to wonder what Jungkook must be thinking after you blatantly left him on the dance floor.

6!

You start to feel like such an idiot. Why would you leave him standing by himself as the year came to a close?

5!

You close your eyes, desperate to relieve the pounding headache crippling your thoughts as you hang onto the handrail for support.

4!

You feel the warmth of a hand pressing against your back, causing your eyes to snap open as you spin yourself around.

3!

Jungkook is standing before you analyzing your every move as you feel yourself shrink beneath his stare.

2!

You can feel your heart pummeling against your ribcage, certain that Jungkook is standing close enough to hear as you melt under his gaze.

1!

Jungkook brings his hand up to wrap behind your neck, pulling you closer to him as his eyes pierce into your soul with a look of complete admiration. He wastes not a single moment as he snakes an arm behind your back, guiding you into him.

Happy New Year!

You feel your lips collide with Jungkook’s as he swallows the small gasp that leaves your lips. You close your eyes as his lips mold over your mouth, the cold sensation of his lip piercing pressing against your bottom lip as his tongue flirts against the seam of your lips. You shamelessly let out a moan of satisfaction, bringing your arms to wrap around his neck as you melt into his embrace.

You soon become a mixture of tongue and teeth as loud explosions of fireworks burst around you, cheers and screams of joy become muffled by the haze of affection Jungkook has you pinned under as he groans deep within his throat. You grasp at the edges of his bomber jacket, pulling him closer to you as you finally submit to your feelings, allowing yourself to peacefully drift into the sensory experience that is Jeon Jungkook.

He finally allows you the opportunity to breathe as he pulls away, relaxing his hold on you, a sea of glitter and confetti pouring down on the pair of you. The moment feels like pure euphoria as his bright eyes admire the way the glitter sprinkles itself through your strands, moving his hand up to smooth his palm over your hair.

“Happy New Year, Y/N.” His voice is a mixture of desire and admiration, his cheesy smile gracing his lips as he dips down to place another kiss on your lips. It doesn’t take long for the kiss to escalate into another display of your pent-up affection, both of you finally giving in to your secret desires for the other.

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Your hotel door swings open on its hinges, unapologetically slamming into the wall as Jungkook carries you into your hotel room, your legs snug around his waist as his large hands hold your ass in place. You hear a groan fester in his throat as you thrust your hips forward, grinding against his hardening length as you desperately reach out to push the door close. Your head hangs back as your mouth parts open, feeling Jungkook’s lips trail down your jawbone as he gently sucks against your complexion, sending you crawling out of our skin.

“Shit, Jungkook.” You let out a drawn-out moan as he parades you through your hotel room, dropping you from his grasp as you reach the section of space nestled between the floor-length windows overlooking the city and a sofa armchair. Your legs weakly allow you to stand before him, your lips are swollen from his affection as you watch him peel away his bomber jacket, tossing it to the side without care to reveal the stunning display of ink up his arm.

You tuck your bottom lip into your teeth as you gently gnaw on the flesh as his stare darkens as he steps towards you. “Y/N, Do you want this?” He warns you as he menacingly takes slow steps towards you, watching as you instinctually step back. You weakly nod, gulping back your arousal as Jungkook slides his hands underneath the fur vest adorning your shoulder, letting it slide off your frame. “Then why are your clothes still on?” He huffs as he continues to press toward you, causing you to fall back onto the side of the armchair.

You blink as you find your legs hanging above the arm of the sofa, watching as Jungkook quickly grabs hold of your boot, his fingers meticulously tugging at the zipper to reveal your thighs beneath the fabric. Your mind can’t keep up with how fast Jungkook is undressing you, your boots decorating the hotel floor as he moves his attention to the waistband of your skirt.

You press up on your elbows, thrusting your hips up to aid him in sliding the sequin fabric from your hips, revealing a black and purple lace lingerie set beneath your clothing. You watch his expression morph, his features scrunching together as if the view physically hurts him, his teeth biting down around his lip piercing. “Fuck Y/N. You’re so perfect.” His voice is laced with desperation as he grabs your arms to guide you back up until you're sitting on the arm of the chair. He lets his hands crawl up your abdomen as he pushes up the fabric of your sweater, tossing it away as his eyes devour the sight of your bra perfectly accentuating your breasts.

It’s as if the sight causes him to drop to his knees, guiding your legs on either side of his shoulders as his head nestles directly between your legs. It’s a sinful view, watching as he lecherously licks his lips, his hands grabbing at your thighs as he places feathered kisses on your inner thigh.

“Jungkook.” His name is like a sigh falling from your lips which only causes him to smirk against the skin of your thigh as you feel him press your legs open. “I want you so fucking bad.” You moan, feeling his breath flirt with your intimacy as his fingers push their way beneath the edges of your panties.

“Don’t worry, Y/N. I’ll give it to you good.” He promises as he tugs down the lace fabric, his eyes glimmering with need as he consumes the sight of your swollen pussy already dripping with the need for him. “Such a needy little slut for me.” He hisses under his breath as he trails his tattooed finger up your folds, leaving you shamelessly watching from your perch. You press your knees to your stomach, desperate to continue watching your pornographic view of Jungkook pressing his fingers into your center.

“Fuck.” You moan as your head falls back in pleasure, feeling a glorious stretch pull at your velvet walls as Jungkook begins to set a slow taunting pace with his middle and pointer finger. You weakly bring yourself to glance back at your scandalous view, feeling as if you could combust at the sight of Jungkook leaning forward to capture your clit with his lips, sucking and flicking his tongue over your sensitive bud as a loud moan echos throughout your hotel room.

Your sweet moans only encourage Jungkook, his tongue gently circling your bud as he slips in another finger, groaning against your core which has you crawling out of your skin as you helplessly claw at the fabric of the armchair.

“Jungkook, I’m gonna cum…” You warn as you latch a palm over your mouth in an attempt to conceal your moans from possibly disturbing the hotel goers next door.

Jungkook pulls his mouth about from your labia, causing you to shiver as the cold air contrasts with the warmth of his mouth. He slides his fingers from your center, leaving you short of your orgasm. “What?” You ask as you drop your hand from your mouth, lost in a daze as you try to keep up with his actions.

“I want people to know I’m fucking my girl.” His voice is stern and deep as he pulls you from the couch, moving to press your back against the floor-length windows of your hotel room. You watch as he pulls off his shirt, letting it join your clothes that decorate the hotel floor as he kicks off his boots, his hands working to unfasten his belt.

You feel your cheeks blush crimson as you replay his words fucking my girl over and over in your head. Before you could focus on much else, he is tugging down the fabric of his shorts and boxers, allowing his hardened cock to spring free from its confinements. Your eyes become wide at the sight of him, never imagining he would be so big. You feel your body swelter in need as he moves to crash his lips to yours.

Before you can properly catch your breath, he turns you to press your stomach against the glass, latching his hands on your waist before smacking his palm against the expanse of your ass. You yelp in surprise, the sting only adding to the moisture building between your legs as Jungkook presses the tip of your cock to tease your opening from behind.

“What if people can see us?” You suddenly focus on the fact that there is no curtain shielding the sight of your bodies from the world below, gasping as Jungkook pushes forward to slide his dick unapologetically into your velvet walls.

Your eyes roll back as you feel wonderfully full, shutting your eyes tightly as you feel Jungkook begin to pull himself out only to stroke back in with a little more force. You can’t help but let out a moan as your cheek presses into the glass, your moan causing your hot breath to fog up the glass from the cold air outside. Jungkook moves to capture your wrists in his hands, pinning them to the window as you become splendidly sprawled out for others to witness you getting fuck from your hotel window. Luckily the height of the building conceals you from the patrons on the street below, however, you were explicitly displayed for others to witness from their balconies or adjacent windows.

“Oh my God…” You pant, feeling yourself press into the cold glass with each delicious thrust Jungkook fucks into you.

He groans constantly as he becomes rather ruthless with the pounding of his hips, singing your praise as you take his dick like a champion. “Shit, Y/N. You take my dick so good.” Your walls constrict his cock tightly as he continues to bulldoze his way into you, feeling your orgasm rapidly building as he releases his hold on one of your wrists to snake his hand down your front to mercilessly rub your clit until you're convulsing around him.

Your moan escapes as a scream, feeling yourself gush around him, shuddering as he groans deeply in your ear. He hisses as he continues to fuck into you as you ride out your orgasm. “That’s it, Y/N. Show everyone how good I fuck you.”

“Since when are you so confident, Jeon?” You tease, blissed out from your orgasm as your mind spins from Jungkook’s dirty talk. Is this the same man who was scared to dance in front of a crowd? You remember the buzz of alcohol giving Jungkook the much-needed confidence to act in such ways, knowing you just have to give him a hard time about it. “Weren’t you afraid to dance with me just a couple of hours ago?” You look over your shoulder to offer him a challenging gaze, watching as his eyes darken.

He pulls out of you as he turns you back around to drown you in another soul-sucking kiss, loving how flush your features are from his treatment. He pulls back, locking you in his stare. Within seconds he’s guiding you back to the armchair, bending you back over the arm as your stomach presses into the seat cushion. You feel the flesh of your ass jiggle as another stinging slap is delivered to your plump flesh, Jungkook groaning at the way your body moves under his love tap.

It isn’t long until you feel a tight pressure against your core, Jungkook unforgivingly pounding himself back into you which has you gripping the opposite arm of the chair. He leans forward so that his bare chest is leaning against your back, gripping his hand through your hair as he gently tugs back to lift your head towards his. “I told you, Y/N. One day someone would put you in your place.” He whispers in your ear, smiling against your earlobe as he fucks you full of his cock. “Now your place is under me, taking my dick like a good little slut.”

You feel a second orgasm quickly approaching as Jungkook treats you like his own personal whore, wanting nothing more than to feel his cum seep into you as he fucks it deeper into your cervix.

“Jungkook, I need you to cum.” You beg shamelessly, feeling your knuckles go white as your pussy pulses around his girth.

“God, Y/N. I fucking love this.” He groans as you feel the tight band in your stomach snap once again, feeling completely spent from yet another toe-curling orgasm as Jungkook continues to fuck you through it. You groan from the overstimulation as Jungkook hammers into you. “Hang on, Y/N. I’m cumming.” He hisses through his teeth as you feel him shoot ropes of hot cum, leaving you a mess sprawled out on the sofa while he fucks his seed deeper into you.

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The bright beams of the early morning sun reflect in your eyes as you stir about your bed, feeling the buttery soft sheets against your naked skin. You stretch out your arms as a yawn rakes over your body, feeling pleasantly rested as you pry your eyes open. You bring your hands up to your face, gently rubbing your eyes as you glance around the room, sitting up with a gasp as flashes of the previous night course through your memory.

You glance down at your body, noticing your clothes were still spread about the hotel room, glancing around to see if Jungkook was still anywhere in sight. You hang your head into your palms as you fight off a slight headache, knowing the alcohol was fully responsible.

“Morning, Y/N.” You gasp in surprise as you pluck your head from your hands, glancing up to catch sight of Jungkook walking out of the bathroom with a towel hung around his waist. You pause as your eyes glance over his wonderfully sculpted body, admiring it better now that the haze from the alcohol isn’t clouding your memory.

“Morning.” You hum, watching as Jungkook effortlessly crawls back into bed, moving closer to you as he confidently presses a kiss to your lips. You feel yourself melt from the mixture of warmth and cool caused by his piercing, which Jungkook also apparently catches onto. He lets a chuckle escape his lips as he pulls back to smooth over some of your flyaway strands of hair.

“Did you sleep well?” He hums as he shifts to his side, pressing up on his tattooed arm to keep himself upright to face you.

You watch him closely, nodding your head as you mull over the reality of the previous evening. You and Jungkook shared your affections towards one another which lead to a steamy fuck session in your hotel room. He could’ve been long gone by now, however, here he was looking devilishly handsome as he shares your bed.

“Did you?” You raise a brow in curiosity as Jungkook’s bunny smile returns to his lips.

He lays back onto the bed, moving his arms up behind his head, using them as a support as his eyes find the ceiling of your hotel room. “Yesterday was amazing.” He admits shyly, refusing to find your gaze as he places his heart out on his sleeve.

You can’t fight off the smile that invades your lips, moving to straddle on top of him which takes him by complete surprise. He removes his arms from behind his hand, moving them to gently hold your sides as your hair falls on either side of his head.

“I guess you know my secret now.” You tease as you bravely lean forward to press a kiss to his mouth. He groans at your actions, wrapping his arms around you before rolling over to pin you beneath him.

He moves his lips to trace your neck, pressing gentle kisses along your collarbone before looking back up at you with a lustful gaze. “I have a feeling this year’s gonna be the best.”

You pause as you tilt your head in curiosity, wondering why he would think such a thing. “Why do you say that?”

“Because I have you.” He adds with a gummy smile, chuckling softly as he presses you into the mattress smothering you in his affection as you happily let yourself drift into his overwhelming presence, feeling utterly giddy and turned on all at once.

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The New Year is approaching! Throw back to this One Shot! Fun fact, I wrote this in one day. I came up with the concept and only had a few days left until new years so I pulled an all nighter and wrote this in one go! Hope you guys enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it! ❤️Emmy

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TXT/SKZ | Regal Affairs | Ch. 15

Yeonjun's marriage causes controversy amongst other nations as Huening Kai makes his displeasure known with the fear of retaliation. Will Yeonjun stand beside his bride in times of tribulation?

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{Main Pairings:} Choi Yeonjun x Original Female Character, Kang Taehyun x Original Female Character, Lee Minho (Leeknow) x Original Female Character

{Rating:} 18+

{Genre:} Royals

{Warnings:} Arranged Marriage, Flirting, Forbidden Romance, Drama, Family Dynamics, Possessive tendencies, Degradation, Smut, Nonconsensual Sex, Aggression, Forceful Male

{Tag List:} @luv4gyuuu

The palace seemed unusually tranquil the past few days as Yeonjun and Aurelia’s wedding became a distant memory, all visiting guests gone from the festivities, which allowed the Choi family to return to their usual activities. Reina was lounging about in the study, resting comfortably, draped in an armchair with her feet propped up on a small claw-foot ottoman. She rested her chin atop her hand as she peered out of the tall window beside her, desperate to avoid spending anymore time on studies of foreign language. 

She let a sigh escape from her lips, content with the events of the recent days. Yeonjun began proving his worth as a husband, taking small opportunities to work on mending the broken pieces of his marriage. Soobin and Victoria diligently worked on the details of their pending union, the date of their nuptials rapidly approaching.  

Reina let her mind wonder of herself and Beomgyu, knowing they would soon be the remaining two Choi siblings to marry off into alliances and bargains. Her thoughts were soon interrupted by the clatter of a silver platter being placed upon the table beside her, peering up to find Taehyun serving her a tray of warm tea and afternoon treats. Her intrigued irises flickered over the small selection of her favorite pastries, salivating as she noticed a variety of jams accompanying the afternoon snacks. 

Her eyes shot up to find Taehyun’s handsome smile spread across his lips, motioning with his hands to present the array of treats he prepared especially for her. “For you, my princess.” His voice was laced with glee as his eyes found her loving stare, thankful for yet another moment alone with the woman who held his heart. 

Reina let her hand drop to her lap from maintaining a perch for her chin, grinning as she sat up, removing her legs from their resting place as she mulled over her choices. “What’s the occasion?” She teased, before selecting a warm scone and reaching for an orange marmalade. 

“I figured you may need a break from whatever royals do all day.” He lied, Reina fully knowing this was his attempt at spending time with her once again. 

Reina pressed her lips together as she spread the marmalade over the warm dough before taking a plate to place it upon. “A break is much needed, thank you.” She beamed, moving her hand to retrieve the teapot on the opposite edge of the tray. She paused as her hand jolted with the electric tingle of brushing against Taehyun’s, peering up to find that he also was reaching for the teapot to serve her. 

His eyes widened as Reina instinctually took hold of his hand to cherish whatever touch she could enjoy from her secret lover. His irises reflected the happiness radiating from his core, squeezing her hand gently as their eyes found each other. It was a moment lost in time, the world around them disappearing as flashes of their last intimate encounter raced through Reina’s mind. She felt her body become warm from his touch, the serenity of the moment interrupted by someone clearing their voice from beyond the threshold of the study. 

Taehyun quickly pulled his hand away, moving to pour her a cup of tea as Beomgyu made his way into the study, his eyes scanning both Reina and Taehyun’s demeanors. 

“Good Afternoon, sister. I’m not interrupting anything, am I?” He spoke calmly, peering between them as Reina sat up properly in her seat. 

“Of course not.” She huffed despite the panic coursing through her mind. 

Taehyun bowed to Reina as he finished pouring her drink, rotating his body towards Beomgyu. “My lord, may I pour you a cup?” He bowed politely to the youngest male Choi, Beomgyu nodding slightly as he took a seat in an armchair beside Reina. 

“Yes, Taehyun. Thank you.” Beomgyu watched as the handsome servant scurried about, occasionally flicking his gaze upon Reina, who would observe him intently. 

“May I get you anything else?” Taehyun gestured towards them both, taking his leave once confirming his services were no longer needed. 

Reina watched as Taehyun disappeared from the room, turning her attention back onto Beomgyu to see a judgmental look plastered on his features. “What?” She asked matter-of-factly as she picked up the cup of tea Taehyun fixed for her.

“Oh, nothing. Just observing.” Beomgyu spoke, flashing her a knowing glance before watching her cheeks flush red. “Anyways, that’s not the subject of my visit.” He proceeded to explain, leaning forward to grab a scone from the tray. “Have you heard of the latest gossip?” 

Reina’s interest piqued as she leaned back in her seat, bringing the delicate china up to her lips to take a sip of the warm liquid. “I know of Huening Kai’s displeasure with our dear brother’s union.” She lifted a brow as she stared at her youngest brother curiously. 

Beomgyu shamelessly stuffed the scone in his mouth, chewing the dough diligently as Reina continued to watch him, slightly annoyed that she needed to wait until he finished his mouthful to hear what he had to share. Beomgyu swallowed, taking his time to reach for a cloth to pat the crumbs from his lips, watching in amusement as Reina grew impatient. “Well?” She hissed, wishing he could simply speak what news he came across. 

“Not only is Huening Kai displeased about their union…” He began, moving to take another bite of his scone before feeling the heat of Reina’s glare bearing into the side of his skull. “He’s requested an audience at court.” He added, his playful demeanor faltering at the thought of an infuriated royal threatening war upon their kingdom.

Reina’s expression softened, suddenly concerned about his investment in traveling all the way to court due to their family going against his previous demands. She sighed as she glanced back out the window, watching as the first snowfall graced their presence. The arrival of winter came wrapped with the threat of Huening Kai’s anger, and the Choi siblings hoped it wouldn’t lead to war between their nations. 

Reina took another sip of her tea, glancing back to find Beomgyu also lost amongst the scenery outside. “When is he scheduled to arrive at court?” She questioned, watching as her brother shrugged his shoulders. 

“A few days' time.” He stuffed another bite of his scone into his mouth as Reina’s eyes shifted back on the fresh powder of snow below. 

“Let’s just hope his reputation doesn’t precede him.” Reina huffed, sinking lower into the plush cushions of her armchair as silence engulfed the youngest Choi siblings. 

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Aurelia slowly paced through their garden, enjoying the whisps of winter brushing over her cheeks as she clutched the velvet of her cloak. She smiled fondly as the roses popped out of the dull branches, painted in deep tones such as rubies. This was her favorite time of year despite the cold; she enjoyed the chill in the air and calm skies far more than the bright sun and humidity. 

The still atmosphere was rudely disrupted by the stomps of boots, crunching insistently against the gravel. Aurelia turned towards the castle, looking for the source of boisterous feet, only to find Yeonjun taking large, determined strides in her direction. From the puffs of rapid fog escaping his lips, she could see that he was panting with exertion. His complexion was unnaturally pale, with cheeks painted red unevenly. 

His erratic demeanor had Aurelia take a concerning step forward, brows narrowed over the bridge of her nose. “What’s wrong?” She had never seen him so unnerved; she couldn’t possibly imagine what caused him to be so frazzled to come into the garden without any protection from the cold. “Yeonjun, you’ll catch your death.” She gasped, pulling him into her, still clutching her cloak, and wrapping him in her warmth.

Yeonjun let his body settle, his breathing becoming harsh as the cold air constricted his lungs. He savored the affection of his wife, who acted as a lovely hearth, giving him the comforts of heat and the sense of home he needed in such a time. He shuddered as the ache in his bones was soothed by her touch, bringing his hands to her cheeks to make her look up at him. He sighed, dipping down to press his forehead to her own. “Have you heard?”

Her features scrunched in confusion, unsure what he was referring to. “Heard? What would I have heard about?” She tried to peer into his eyes, but from their close proximity, it was nearly impossible without going cross-eyed. His warm breath brushed across her cheeks and mildly chapped lips as he lingered in her presence.

He finally leaned back, locking his gaze onto hers. “Huening Kai is demanding his presence in court.” His thumb instinctively began, smoothing over the swell of her cheek softly. “He is very cross with our decision to marry.”

Aurelia felt numb with the realization of her husband’s words. “He’s coming here.” It wasn’t a question, but Yeonjun could only nod in response, affirming the events yet to come. “He wouldn’t be so bold to start a war in court, would he?”

Yeonjun could see the worry and fear as her eyes became wide. He could nearly feel her hands shaking as she gripped onto the back of his vest, clinging to him with her arms still wrapped around his waist. He gently guided her chin, determined to show her the severity in his expression. “I won’t allow him anywhere near you.”

She was already too caught up in what could possibly happen upon his visit, imagining the fall of the Meiryn and Solaris as he slew the royal families. “Yeonjun, you can’t make such promises. He said-”

“I don’t care what he said.” He interrupted, pressing forward to encage her in his presence with his palms firmly holding her in place. “You are my wife, and I will strike him down before he can even look in your direction.” To anyone watching, he would have seemed aggravated with her, but Aurelia knew that deep down, his harsh tone was directed more towards the situation. 

Aurelia pulled away from his grasp only slightly, breaking away from his intense glare. “Strike him down? You wouldn’t.” She proclaimed, understanding the consequences of his actions. “That would surely start a war.”

Yeonjun smirked, confidence seeping from his pores. “I challenge them to try.” He chuckled as his wife rolled her eyes, pressing his forehead to hers once more. “I will be by your side just as you will be by mine.”

She hummed in amusement, leaning up to brush her lips over his own. “Such pretty words, but what of your actions?”

His veins rushed with fire, wanting nothing more than to warm her up in a more intimate way that required little to no clothing. “I’ve made my intentions clear, Aurelia.” He moved his hand to caress the flesh of her bottom lip with his thumb. “Don’t underestimate me.” Before anything else could be said, he sealed his mouth over hers as he devoured the warmth of her taste. 

Aurelia whined in the back of her throat, unprepared for his kiss despite the rising tension between them. She melted against him, unapologetically claiming the expanse of his shoulders for her arms to wrap around his neck, pulling him in closer to her. The contrast of his hot kisses and the crisp air had Aurelia shivering with excitement as she savored the sensations fluttering in the pit of her stomach. She could feel his tongue searching for passage, teasing the seam of her words for permission before she finally tilted her head and parted her lips for him to caress her mouth. The lingering hint of wine sat on his tongue as he swiped across the tip of hers.

Aurelia could feel heat stirring between her legs when she heard him groan. She pulled away to tease him for his slip-up, but he brought her back to his swollen lips, unsatisfied that she was still able to breathe despite his efforts. The young couple slowly lost themselves in each other, taking this moment second by second as thoughts of Huening Kai’s arrival slowly faded away, merely a concern for another day. 

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TXT/SKZ | Regal Affairs | Ch. 14

Yeonjun's guilty conscience finally allows him to put his pride aside and make amends with Aurelia in hopes of mending their already rocky marriage.

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{Main Pairings:} Choi Yeonjun x Original Female Character, Kang Taehyun x Original Female Character, Lee Minho (Leeknow) x Original Female Character

{Rating:} 18+

{Genre:} Royals

{Warnings:} Arranged Marriage, Flirting, Forbidden Romance, Drama, Family Dynamics, Possessive tendencies, Degradation, Smut, Nonconsensual Sex, Aggression, Forceful Male

{Tag List:} @luv4gyuuu

After the family had not seen Aurelia or Yeonjun come down for breakfast, Reina made it her mission to check on the newlyweds. She bravely waltzed down the corridors, marching towards Yeonjun’s chambers. She was slightly nervous that she might interrupt their consummation, but she, at the very least, wanted to make sure they hadn’t killed each other. It was easy to see their relationship was holding on by a thread, and she only hoped it was still intact. 

Her first indication for worry was when she arrived at his door, informing his guard to announce her presence. The man instantly walked into the room, informing her brother of her arrival. She could hear the deep sigh from beyond the door as Yeonjun whispered a reply. The guard ducked back out into the corridor and opened the door wide for Reina to step into the bedroom. 

She cautiously peeked inside, unsure what to expect, but only found her brother sitting on the ledge of his open window, letting the cool air of the gentle winter drift in. He looked out over the grounds of their home, taking large and smooth breaths as he calmed the anguish twisting in his gut. “It’s awfully cold in here, wouldn’t you agree?” She rubbed her hands over her arms, creating a warm friction over her skin as she stepped closer towards the open window. 

Yeonjun simply shrugged, refusing to tear his gaze from the atmosphere outside. Reina huffed, coming towards him despite the cold breeze wrapping around her limbs. “What has you in such a mood?” She leaned against the frame of the glass for support as she stared at her brother. “Did your charm fail to woo your bride into your bed?”

Despite her attempt at a joke, she hit a nerve in Yeonjun as he turned away from the view of the garden to glare at his sister. He turned his head to fixate the heat of his stare directly on her, but in turn revealed the faint red mark of Aurelia’s hand. Reina outwardly cringed, sucking in through her teeth as she analyzed the faint shape of fingers impressioned on his cheek. “What happened?”

She instinctively went to touch it, brushing against the tender skin as he flinched away. He grabbed her wrist, keeping her from advancing forward. “We consummated our marriage if that’s what you’re asking.” He tossed her hand away, turning back to look at the garden as he wallowed in his guilt.

“I hardly care if you did or did not. What I do care about is why she’s not here?” She crossed her arms over her chest, narrowing her eyes at the man who refused to make eye contact so suddenly. “What did you do?”

He snapped his head, brows furrowed together in defense. “Why do you assume it’s my fault?” His voice had become raised as he wondered what caused his sister to automatically take Aurelia’s side without knowing what happened.

She nearly laughed in his face. “Oh, please…you act as if I don’t know you. I hardly doubt the princess slapped you without being provoked by something you said or did. So enlighten me.”

He sighed, deciding reluctantly to confide in her, hoping that she would understand his circumstance and be the support he needed as he dealt with his emotions. He caught her up on the highlights of their dynamic, obviously leaving some of the explicit details out. He was grateful for the lack of interruptions as she just listened to everything that transpired between the couple that led to the morning. 

Once he was done with his monologue, he glanced up at Reina, looking for her input. She seemed annoyed by her scrunched expression, but he couldn’t determine if it was because of him or Aurelia. “You know, if she didn’t already leave quite the mark on you, I would have done the very same.” She finally said, reaching up to pinch the bridge of her nose.

Yeonjun was stunned, “What?” He hollered, surprised that his sister was showing her loyalty to the princess. “You know, none of this would have happened if you didn’t meddle in my business…telling me about her affairs with Minho.” He pointed the finger of blame at her since her words stirred some of his more aggressive actions from the night before. 

“It’s not my fault you’re a jealous bastard!” She quickly shot back, switching the blame back to her brother. “Maybe you shouldn’t take everything to heart and stop getting riled up so easily.” She pressed her finger against his chest. “You are the one who made her feel less than and proceeded to take her for all her worth. She gave you everything, Yeonjun. Now you need to make things right and show her the same kindness.”

He flinched as her finger dug into the bone of his ribs, swatting her hand away as he fixed her with another glare with far less animosity behind it. “And how would I do that?”

Reina pushed off the window pane, appalled that he would ask her for help after acting like a complete ass. “You need to figure it out yourself. I would hate to meddle in your affairs.” She bit back, using his own words against him. She began to leave his chambers, giving him the space he needed to plan his apology to Aurelia. However, she paused as she reached the door, whipping back to glare at her brother. “I hope for your sake that you apologize quickly; otherwise, this winter will be quite cold for you.”

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Aurelia lay in her bed, facing the windows of her bedroom as she felt the dull ache of Yeonjun’s abuse in her heart and pelvis. She curled into a ball, clutching the duvet tightly around her as she remembered the way he spat at her with such venom after stealing her virtue. Her worst fears came to fruition. Yeonjun, the man she couldn’t imagine loving, had won her hand and treated her as nothing more than a piece of land to claim. Stomping on the pure grounds and using the rich, nutrient soil as he pleased. Treating her like she was tainted, digging his seed in for blooms as if tearing out the roots of another.

By the height of the sun, she could determine it was well past breakfast, but did not have the motivation to get up from bed and possibly run into her husband. The castle was quiet as she listened to the muffled sound of birds flocking together to head south from the winter’s frost. She feared the icy embrace of winter with the developments in her relationship to Yeonjun and wondered how long she could reasonably hide in her chambers.

There was a knock on the door before a guard slowly approached her, his eyes soft with empathy. This particular man had come to witness many of her encounters in the castle and had unintentionally become invested in her well-being. It was hardly romantic feelings, but he cared for her much like a family member, wishing for their happiness and health. She didn’t raise her eyes to look at him, but he proceeded to speak regardless. “Your highness, Prince Yeonjun wishes to speak with you.”

That certainly got her attention as she peered at the guard. Subconsciously, the ache of her abdomen seemed more aggravated, knowing that the cause of the pain was standing just outside her door. She groaned, sitting up in the middle of her bed before pulling a pillow to cradle against her stomach. “Let him in.” She sighed, not fully invested in having any interaction with her husband, but accepting that he would storm inside her chambers either way. 

The guard retreated out the door, welcoming Yeonjun into her room as he glared at the prince’s back. He waited until Yeonjun was fully in the room before pulling the door closed, hoping that the eldest Choi son would behave himself. Aurelia watched with mild curiosity when she noticed her prince was standing with his hands behind his back, wearing the mark of her slap against his cheek. 

He kept his stare downcast as he stepped towards her bed, leaning against the corner post for support. “How are you feeling?” He asked quietly, his voice shaky with uncertainty.

She curled an eyebrow, contemplating how to address this version of Yeonjun. He seemed timid compared to his overflowing confidence, and she tried to figure out where this manner stemmed from. “Fine, I suppose.” His eyes flickered up, taking in the mid-morning glow of his wife as she simply sat amongst a sea of lush fabrics. He was burned by the vision he so foolishly deprived himself of. Aurelia shrank under his stare, clinging to the pillow tighter as she used extreme caution to ask, “The guard said you wanted to speak with me?”

Yeonjun snapped out of his daydream, thinking of an alternate morning where they made love at the pace of the rising sun, taking up the whole day and settling down by night. “Yes, I did- I mean, I do.” He choked, everything that he planned to say forgotten from his memory as he stood before her. “Last night…” He knew he needed to apologize, but this was unfamiliar territory for him as he so rarely expressed regret; another substance Aurelia added in his inventory of emotions. 

“We don’t need to discuss it.” Aurelia interrupted. She was not in the mood for this conversation after having a sleepless night haunted by their evening together. The pain of his penetration had still not subsided, and her heart was tender from his words. She eyed the red swell of his cheek. “I’m sorry for hitting you.” She apologized, thinking that was why he came to her room.

Yeonjun’s eyes widened, finally bringing his hands in front of him to reveal a bouquet of flowers, left over from their wedding. He moved off to the side of the bed, sitting on the edge as he held the bundle in his lap. “No, I came to apologize.” He froze a moment as he suddenly realized how quickly that came from his lips. He let the time pass before fixing Aurelia with a serious expression. “Last night should have been special for you, but instead, I…I let my anger get the best of me.”

Aurelia could only blink as he tried to piece the words together. “I should have done better to care for you, but I was too busy thinking about myself.” He reached out with one hand, gently holding her palm within his. “I promise that from now on I will be a better husband to you.” He sheepishly smiled, his pupils erratically analyzing her body language as they sat in silence.

She pressed her lips together in a fine line, biting her lips between her teeth. “You always say the right things until you don’t…how do I know I can trust you?” She peered up at him with a subtle pout on her lips, which he wished to kiss away. He went to speak, but she interrupted. “Your actions speak louder than words, Yeonjun.”

He quickly remembered he had brought her flowers and offered them to her. “I know, but as my first action, I collected these for you.” She slowly pulled them from his hand, pressing her nose against one of the red roses. He pulled himself closer towards the middle of the bed, sitting closer to Aurelia as he looked at her with determination. “I will prove to you every day that I can be the perfect husband to you…If you want me.”

Aurelia could feel the aches of her body and soul mending as she looked up at his handsome features that were brimming with sincerity. She was terrified of making the same mistake over and over again, but at the same time, she was ready to dive into his arms so they could walk this journey of marriage together. She sighed deeply, bringing her nose to the bouquet once more before a slight smirk graced her lips. “You know…I seem to recall someone’s promise of a garden…”

She lightly tapped her finger to her bottom lip, acting as if she were in thought as Yeonjun leaned in close. He pulled the bouquet from her hand, placing it on the bed while his other hand pulled her finger from her lips. “Just pick out the flowers, and I’ll plant them.” He proclaimed, leaning in to hover his mouth inches from her own. 

He noticed her body coming closer, their breath beginning to mingle as their eyes drifted shut. He went in to claim a kiss, but felt an uneven pressure against his lips, flush down the middle. He snapped open his eyes to find Aurelia smiling smugly, proud of her teasing nature. Her finger kept him from going to steal a taste of her lips as she tutted with a click of her tongue. “You’ll need to do a little better than a bouquet to gain my trust, Yeonjun. However, it is a start.”

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Sheltered: Chapter 22

When secrets are revealed, the truth behind Jungkook, Soobin, and Taehyun may threaten to separate them from the girls.

{Main Pairings:} Jeon Jungkook/Original Female Character, Choi Soobin/Original Female Character, Kim Taehyung/Original Female Character(s)

{Rating:} 18+

{Genre:} Alternate Universe - Hybrids

{Summary:} Realization finally dawned on Lily, knowing she now had the responsibility of three hybrids rather than three dogs. Her eyes grew wide while her eyebrows rose up in wonder before she turned her attention to her sister. The shocked expression of Rose had her smile sheepishly. “Well, at least we don’t have to name them.”

{Warnings:} Mature Language, Rut/Mating Behaviors, Mild Sexual Content, Hybrid Behavior, Possessive Tendencies, Illness, Smut

{Taglist:} @chimsworldsstuff

Lily pulled into a long driveway leading towards a large traditional home with accent brick outlining the dimensions of the foundation. Her jaw dropped at the size of their yard, impressed by the property of her boss and her husband. “Woah!” Lily leaned across her steering wheel to glance up at the tall trees providing shade over the pebbled pathway. 

 “What’d you say her husband does again?” Rose asked, eyes fixated on the expansive porch. 

 “Um, he’s like this important guy for Hybrid Affairs.” Lily pulled up in front of the double doors and placed the car in park. She exhaled, hoping this dinner would serve to give her the information she needed about their circumstances with the hybrids. The dynamics were adapting faster than she could keep up with and wanted to make sure there were no other surprises.

 Rose hummed with amusement, “I wonder what he would say about you stealing three hybrids?” Lily shot her sister a glare before opening her door to get out.

 “Don’t forget that we’re having this dinner because we’re interested in adopting.” The eldest reminded her sister, knowing that the three hybrids were not legally theirs.

Rose followed her sister to the door with an annoyed huff, “Maybe we shouldn’t be walking into the lion's den…” Lily ignored her, knocking on the thick wood with decorative stained glass. 

There was an energetic bustling beyond the entry as the women waited patiently to be greeted. A gentle masculine voice repeatedly asked, “Who is it?” as the click of Katharine’s heels vibrated through the foyer. 

Katharine cooed at her excited hybrid, calming him down as she opened the door to reveal her dinner guests. She smiled beautifully, dolled up in an expensive quality blouse and crisp pair of slacks. Next to her was a lithe man with full lips, an angelic complexion, and a soft crop of hair on his head. His smile shined brighter than the sun as he greeted both women with a hug.

Katharine swatted him away playfully, “Jimin! Stop that.” She smiled sheepishly as he curiously sniffed the area of Lily’s shoulder, where she was hiding the bite mark Soobin left on her with a light cardigan. His eyes met hers briefly as he tilted his head. “Go on! Find Hobi!” Jimin listened to his owner, breaking eye contact as he dashed through the house in search of the other member of the household. “Sorry, he doesn’t see too many people. Please come in!” 

As Lily and Rose were ushered into the house, they marveled at the exquiste decorations. Rose leaned into her sister, “The boys would destroy this place.”

Lily merely chuckled in agreement, knowing that their three hybrids proved to be quite a handful from Jungkook’s aggression to Taehyun’s energy; their home saw its fair share of messes and broken possessions. They were led to a small table in the nook of their kitchen which had bay windows with a view of the nature preserve just beyond their yard. The women took their seats as they waited for the men to join the table.

Katharine inquisitively glanced at her assistant, “I never got to ask about your neighbor. What’d she do about the husky?” She folded her hands together, placing her chin atop her knuckles as she waited for the details of the rut. 

Lily froze in panic as Rose smirked at her, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Yeah, I don't think our neighbor told me how she handled her husky." 

"O-oh yeah. Um, she ended up…you know-"

"No, I don't know." Rose held back her giggles as she watched Lily struggle. While she didn't really want the nitty-gritty of her sister's relationship with Soobin, she was immensely entertained by how uncomfortable she was under their scrutinizing gaze.

Lily cleared her throat, shooting her little sister a challenging glare. "They had sex, lots and lots of sex.” Rose scrunched her nose in disgust as her sister smirked at her discomfort. Lily wasn’t afraid of being so crass around her boss as Katharine liked to divulge in the circling gossip in their office and usually had no issues sharing her personal life as long as she didn’t seem too unprofessional. 

“Damn, she’s brave.” Katharine cackled. The siblings snapped their eyes to the woman, intrigued by her reaction. 

Lily settled her bundle of nerves, “What do you mean by that?” Rose was intent to know as well. Did the sisters make a mistake? Did Rose give in to Jungkook’s rut too easily?

Katharine hesitated for a moment, thrown off by how invested they seemed in her comment. She shrugged, “Well, it’s just…hybrids are very aggressive. They’re not very gentle lovers.” Lily flinched, holding herself back from arguing with her boss.

“Babe, you know that’s not true.” The women turned their attention towards the kitchen entrance to find Jimin happily trotting towards the table with the man of the house following shortly behind. Much like Jimin, his smile was full and beaming as he greeted his guests. He sat between his wife and hybrid at the round table so that he was directly across from Rose and Lily. He gently ran his fingers through Jimin’s hair affectionately with an expression of endearment. “Jimin’s always good with his playmates.”

This only raised more questions as Lily watched the exchange. Katharine got up from the table and grabbed some dishes that were hidden in the oven to keep warm. When she placed them on the table and peeled back the tin foil covers, it revealed a freshly baked chicken parmesan. The group dug into the meal, enjoying the combination of cheese, pasta, and chicken that melted together with every bite. 

Hoseok cleared his throat, glancing at the two sisters. “So, my wife tells me you’re interested in adopting a hybrid?” Lily felt panic set in, hoping that Jimin wouldn’t pick up on her nerves or at least point them out. She avoided meeting the hybrid’s stare as she continued chewing her piece of chicken while meeting Hoseok’s eyes.

She finally gulped. “Uh, yeah, we were, but we had some questions.” She subconsciously pushed her food to one side of the plate as she felt tremors of unease roll through her limbs. 

“Oh? Well, shoot. I’m sure Jimin or I could answer them.” Lily planned on it but was worried about slipping that they were keeping three hybrids already without going through the proper channels. 

She contemplated on how to ask about mating and what it entailed while Hoseok patiently waited to listen to her concerns. Rose grew impatient with her sister and decided to cut in. “You said Jimin has playmates? Are they for his ruts?” Lily’s eyes grew wide with surprise since she wasn’t prepared for her sister to be so blunt.

Hoseok smiled with a knowing look. “Ruts are very difficult times for owners and hybrids. We’ve catered to Jimin and given him protection to deal with his desires.” The girls were intrigued by how he smoothly discussed ruts as if it didn’t phase him. “The tricky part of ruts is picking a partner because once a hybrid is fixated on someone, no one else will work.”

Lily saw her opportunity to bring up the main reason for their visit, “Are you talking about mating?”

She noticed how surprised the small family seemed by her question, still avoiding Jimin’s eyes in case their contact would reveal her secrets. Hoseok tilted his head curiously as he addressed the eldest sister. “No, ruts and mating are sort of separate. Yes, they’re both sexual, but mating is much more…devoted. Ruts are usually very superficial, there’s not much connection beyond anything physical.” He straightened himself in his seat. “Mating is very emotional for hybrids. It’s pretty much like getting married.”

The girls froze, both with their minds racing with the information Hoseok shared with them. Lily knew mating had some level of commitment she didn’t understand but was surprised how sure Soobin seemed when he asked her about it. For a moment, she wondered if she acted too rashly with the human husky, but as she finally blinked back to reality, she suddenly felt warm with understanding that Soobin chose her over anyone else. 

On the other hand, Rose was curious about her relationship with Jungkook. She knew they weren’t mated, but did that mean he only had feelings for her on a physical level? Was she right in keeping her options open with Taehyung? She cringed as she imagined having that conversation with Jungkook and realized she definitely wasn’t ready to even discuss mating. She enjoyed his company, but could she honestly devote herself to the stoic hybrid? She flicked her gaze to Lily who softly nibbled her lip with the faintest smile. Did her sister and Soobin talk about mating?

“So, hybrids don’t always mate? Is it rare? Do they ever change their mind?” Lily was curious, she had a very vague understanding of mating and while Hoseok compared it to marriage, was that like modern or traditional unions?

Jimin narrowed his eyes as he picked up on her racing heartbeat, she was a mess of emotions and the scent of her was overwhelming since she was sitting next to him. A swirl of coconut, bergamot, amber, and sandalwood meddled together with a hint of blood, nearly suffocating his senses. If anything was clear, the cardigan was doing little to hide her mark from the Shiba Inu. 

Hoseok stole another bite of his food before answering Lily’s assault of questions. “No, not rare. When I say marriage, I mostly mean that level of commitment just like us humans. The rules aren’t exactly the same; there’s no ceremony or legal documentation. It’s a mutual bite between two hybrids, which leaves a mark to show others they belong to each other.” 

The marked brunette felt her heart drop. “So they can’t mate with humans?” She didn’t mark Soobin, did that mean that they weren’t officially mated?

Jimin could sense the despair boiling from deep within her belly and yearned to comfort her, but kept a distance so her mate wouldn’t smell him on her later. He reached over and gently tapped her hand that rested on the table. “They can, it’s just different.” His reassurance made her worries slowly drift away as he smiled at her kindly. 

“Exactly, humans can’t leave a bite mark cause our teeth aren’t built to do that, but that doesn’t mean the bond is any less. Mating is for life. The only uncertainty comes from humans.” Hoseok added to Jimin’s comment.”You know, I’m glad you asked because this is so important and gets overlooked a lot.”

Rose and Lily nervously chuckled, glancing at each other, “Yeah, well we wanted to make sure before we started looking for one.” Rose shoveled a ball of rolled-up spaghetti into her mouth to avoid saying anything else and hoping everyone would go back to their meals. 

The Shiba Inu looked at the two girls, sensing the three distinguishable scents that were etched into their natural aromas. “Why do you want another one?” He asked innocently.

Rose choked on a piece of the pasta she slurped into her mouth as Lily let her fork clatter to the plate. “What?” She stole a glance at the couple to find them watching curiously.

“You have three, why do you want another one?” Jimin was curious as he knew how much work his owners put into picking out their second. And if they had three hybrids already, why would they not know about ruts and mating? Especially when one of them was already mated.

Katharine looked at her assistant, who was pale from Jimin’s question. “You have three?” She asked, furrowing her eyebrows. Lily scrambled for straws to hide the fact that they did, in fact, have more hybrids than she let on. The marketing manager began putting the pieces together as she realized Lily was deceiving her. “You have the husky?”

Jimin didn’t understand that Lily was in a panic because of the information from his mouth, he wasn’t familiar with the white lies humans told each other to get by without confrontation. “Yeah, they’re mated. They have a Doberman and border collie too.”

Rose snapped her head to her sister, looking for evidence of the mark. Her mind ran wild with thoughts of when this all happened and why her sister never told her. Was her sister actually insane? Lily bit her lip, feeling the weight of the spotlight on her as she fought the compulsion to run out of the house.

Hoseok tightened his grip on his utensils as his chest squeezed uncomfortably. “Lily, how did you get these hybrids?” He feared his suspicions as her head lowered a fraction in shame. 

“I adopted them.” She lied. He knew she was lying. Working in Hybrid Affairs, he knew there was no legal way she obtained these breeds overnight.

Hoseok’s eyes darkened and Jimin whined from the frustration of his owner. “Who are their real owners?”

Lily felt tears pooling behind her eyelids, knowing where this conversation was going. She shook her head, “I don’t know. They ran away because they were being abused.” She looked to Hoseok for sympathy.

He pressed his lips together, knowing he couldn’t just pretend he never knew and let bygones be bygones. “You have to take them back.”

Jimin whimpered as Lily’s heart plummeted. Rose glared at Hoseok, “Didn’t you hear her? They were abused! How can you say that?” She was pissed. If she would have known this would happen, she would have never come. She was also mad at her sister for keeping her in the dark. 

“I don’t like it, but if the owners ever find out, they can sue you for everything you have. They can press charges and you’ll go to jail.” Hoseok's happy expression was long gone as his features darkened from the grim situation unfolding before him. Hybrids were considered dependent of their owners unless they filed for the same freedoms as humans. If a lost hybrid was found, it was required by law to take them to a facility to find their owners or put them in the system for a new one based on their registration. The sisters deliberately kept them and could be charged with kidnapping even if it was in their best interest. 

“But-” Rose began until Hoseok interrupted.

“But nothing! Would you rather them be taken away from you and never be allowed to see them again or properly gain custody of them?” Katharine lightly touched his shoulder, easing the tension in his jaw as she watched her assistant mentally break down. Hoseok weakly smiled at his wife before meeting Rose’s glare. “I will do everything I can to help you, but we have to do it the right way.”

Rose softened her glare, looking to her sister for guidance. Lily finally picked up her head, a wet stream running down her cheek as her lips frowned almost unnaturally. “When do we have to take them back?” Her voice cracked as she spoke, fighting to keep her sobs at bay. Rose couldn’t believe her sister wasn’t putting up a fight, but then again, she usually was the one trying to keep the peace even though she usually caused chaos.

Hoseok sighed, “Bring them to my office on Monday and I’ll look up their records.” Lily sniffled as she realized that only gave her the weekend to enjoy the presence of the hybrids. She nodded her head, biting her lip as the tears swelled in her eyes. Rose lost her appetite as she realized they would have to talk to the guys about taking them back and felt nauseous. She hated this, she really hated this.

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TXT/SKZ | Regal Affairs | Ch. 13

With Yeonjun and Aurelia's wedding finally at hand, will Yeonjun be able to enjoy his nuptials or will his ego and jealousy get the best of him and his new bride?

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{Main Pairings:} Choi Yeonjun x Original Female Character, Kang Taehyun x Original Female Character, Lee Minho (Leeknow) x Original Female Character

{Rating:} 18+

{Genre:} Royals

{Warnings:} Arranged Marriage, Flirting, Forbidden Romance, Drama, Family Dynamics, Possessive tendencies, Degradation, Smut, Nonconsensual Sex, Aggression, Forceful Male

{Tag List:} @luv4gyuuu

The following day, the wedding was in full swing. People by the hundreds were in attendance as they anticipated the union of the Choi and Song line, not to mention the glimpse of their future king and queen. The ceremony was quite intimate with a smaller audience of distant family and old friends. Yeonjun walked with a sense of purpose until he reached the altar of the church, where he stood with his brothers by his side. Soobin wore the brightest of smiles when he saw his fiancée emerge from the far end of the church, leading his brother’s bride down the aisle.

Yeonjun wasn’t prepared for the vision of his bride as she took slow strides towards him with Reina holding the end of her train. Her hair was properly styled with a dazzling crown atop her head, which tried to veil her beauty until Yeonjun could reveal her, but she was like a beaming light breaking through a cloud of darkness. The rays blinded him, causing his confidence to falter as it finally clicked that they were getting married and this was the woman he would love for the rest of his life. 

The ceremony seemed to drag as Yeonjun anxiously waited to kiss his bride, looking forward to all the ways he would be permitted to touch her once their union was officiated. He would steal glances at his bride, becoming disheartened when she kept her gaze forward with a dull expression on her face. He was confused by her indifference when she seemed all but ready to accept his kiss yesterday. What had changed?

Once they devoted themselves with pretty promises, the couple was forced to sign the document that would commence their alliance, forever binding their lands and their people. With a flick of the wrist, the deed was done, and Yeonjun was allowed to kiss his bride. He cradled her face, taking in the hint of agitation hidden in her irises before pressing his lips to hers, seeking a reaction that was under-delivered. 

A reception was held in the banquet hall, where the crowd became suffocating. The bride and groom walked into the grand hall, decorated with petals of roses strewn across the floor. The couple was led into their first dance, which, to most, seemed elegant and graceful, but uncomfortable and awkward to the Choi siblings.

Aurelia was desperate to get away from her husband, feeling overwhelmed by the day’s events. After their dance, she smiled politely at him, “I need a drink.”

She went to step away, but Yeonjun grabbed her wrist. “Let me get it for you.” He offered, perplexed by her aloof behavior. 

“Thank you, but I am more than capable.” She pried away from the grip of his fingers before dashing away from the dance floor, seeking fresh air and solace from all the emotional whiplash. 

Yeonjun watched as she fled from his view, moving beyond the beverage table and out into the archways. He proceeded to follow until he was graced by the irritable smirks of the youngest Choi children. “Not you.” He groaned, trying to side-step them to chase after Aurelia, but failing as Beomgyu wrapped an arm around his brother’s shoulders. 

Reina slipped around to his other side, curling her arm through his so that he was trapped for their torment. “What a lovely ceremony!” She gasped dramatically, exaggerating her enthusiasm significantly. 

Beomgyu and Reina shared a laugh as Yeonjun glanced between them, ready to throw them in the dungeons for the rest of the evening. “I especially loved the devotion in their eyes. The passion was blinding.” Beomgyu laid the theatrics on thick as he laughed at his own sarcasm. 

Yeonjun went to argue, snapping the two troublemakers back in their place, but was interrupted by Soobin and his bride. “Leave him alone, I’m sure he’s had a very long day.” He swatted their younger brother away. “Why don’t you get us some drinks?”

The eldest Choi was grateful for Soobin’s calming presence despite the mischief hanging off his arms. Beomgyu grumbled under his breath as he walked away, muttering complaints of being treated so lowly. Victoria kept the spirits up, “Well, I, for one, think it was a beautiful ceremony.” She shared earnestly with emphasis on the pronoun as if her input held more importance than anyone else. Soobin smiled fondly down at the woman. While she might have been overly confident, he couldn’t help but admire her outspoken nature. 

“Yes, I agree. Congratulations, brother.” Soobin acknowledged, trying to stay positive under the circumstances. He knew the road was bumpy, and there was a long journey ahead for the new couple, but he hoped that with their union, a more intimate bond would develop between them. 

Yeonjun forced a smile, remembering that his bride ran off just before the two vultures swarmed him. “Thank you.”

Reina glanced around the banquet in search of Aurelia before humming in thought. “I say, where is your bride?”

He dragged his tongue across the front of his teeth, fixing a glare at the irksome brunette. “She went to grab a drink.” He informed his sister, withholding the fact that he watched her do anything but. 

“Oh, Soobin. You sent Beomgyu to fetch drinks. I hope he isn’t bothering her.” She feigned concern, holding a hand to her heart as if she couldn’t bear the idea that their brother could be teasing the princess of Solaris. “Maybe you should check.” She looked to Soobin and Victoria to leave so that she could continue torturing Yeonjun. The couple was quick to agree, moving towards the large beverage table in search of Aurelia or Beomgyu before they encountered each other. 

Reina stepped in the opposite direction, pulling Yeonjun with her as she politely smiled at guests when they walked by. He sighed as he realized she purposefully tried to get him alone. “Alright, it’s just you and me. Whatever you have to say, say it now. 

His sister dropped her jaw, acting offended by his tone as she looked at him in bewilderment. “Yeonjun, I’m appalled. You act as if I burden you.” She threw a hand over her eyes, shielding herself in mock shame with a flare of dramatics. Her brother only blinked as he dully waited for her to say her piece so he could find his wife. She peeked between her fingers, seeing the unimpressed expression of Yeonjun before smiling coyishly. “Oh, alright. You caught me…I was just wondering-”

“What a surprise.” He muttered sarcastically, rolling his eyes.

She waved her hand dismissively, “As I was saying, I was wondering how your evening will be…” Trailing off as if she were deep in thought.

“What are you talking about?” He grunted, growing impatient with her childish games. 

She shrugged a single shoulder, acting as if she were unbothered as she recalled the interaction between Aurelia and Minho after the first day of challenges. “It’s just that I remember how close she was with Minho and what I saw that night. It makes you think that if they were so bold in public, what could they have done behind doors?”

Yeonjun felt a chill run down his spine as flashes of Minho stealing kisses from Aurelia plagued him. His muscles tense with accusation. Did they have many moments alone? And if they did, how far did they explore their desires?

Reina leaned in close, making sure no one overheard as she whispered to her brother. “What I’m trying to say is, for your sake, I hope she bleeds.”

Reina had no ill will towards Aurelia and certainly didn’t think the princess would so easily give herself to another man before she was married, but she loved riling up her brother. If there was one thing that consistently drove him mad, it was his burning jealousy to claim Aurelia. She watched as his features hardened, his eyes growing dark while contemplating her words.

Before she could taunt him more, a handsome gentleman approached them with a subtle smirk on his lips. “Yeonjun, I must say, I thought I would never see the day.” He chuckled as he bowed. “Congratulations. You have a beautiful bride.”

Yeonjun vaguely recognized the man, taking a moment longer to analyze his features as he was pulled from the depths of his insecurities. Then it finally dawned on him who was standing before him. “Christopher! It’s good to see you.” The Choi prince reached out to shake his hand, “How have you been?”

Reina watched from beside her brother as they fell into conversation, mulling over the man’s name and determining why he seemed familiar. As she raked her memory, Christopher sighed happily after a brief spout of laughter. “Remember those summers I spent with you? Ah, those were the good ol’ days.” Then she realized this was Prince Christopher of Thornvale, who would stay for months at a time to learn swordsmanship. He and Yeonjun spent most of their time dueling or hunting when they weren’t dealing with their studies. However, his visits suddenly stopped when it was his time to ascend to King with the passing of his father. 

She took a moment to admire the maturity that developed into such a handsome spectacle. His features had become more defined and his shoulders more broad in the time he was away. She followed the shimmer of the gold detailing embedded in his coat, catching glimpses of the matching vest hidden beneath. “You remember my sister, don’t you?” She snapped out of her daze, eyes flickering up to meet him.

“I thought I recognized you…” Christopher claimed, gently bringing the back of her hand to his lips. “It’s nice to see you again.”

She smiled in return, giving him a polite curtsy once he released her hand. “You as well.”

Christopher was close in age to Yeonjun, which meant he was only a few years older than her, but the last time they saw each other, she was just starting to hit the beginning stages of womanhood. As any man with eyes could tell, she developed into her figure quite nicely. “I remember when you used to chase after your brother, wanting to be just like the boys.”

Yeonjun rolled his eyes at his dear friend’s comment. “She still chases me.” He groaned with a chuckle. He was thankful for the distraction so that he did not dwell on the haunting image that Reina cursed upon him. 

She giggled despite her brother’s complaint, “That might be true, but I no longer wish to be like my brothers since clearly, I’m better.” She grinned confidently, peering at Yeonjun playfully from the corner of her eye.

Christopher smiled as he witnessed the siblings bantering with each other just as he remembered. “Well, there’s no mistaking that Choi confidence.” If the royal family of Meiryn were recognized for anything, it was their strong sense of pride. “But I must admit, you are far from the little girl that I remember.” The way his eyes scanned up and down her frame left Reina stunned as his dark eyes stared back at her. 

She scrambled for words, her vision subconsciously seeking the crowd for Taehyun. Yeonjun furrowed his brow, surprised that she didn’t disregard him as she usually did with other men who flirted with her. He followed her gaze into the crowd and spotted Aurelia mingling with some of the guests not too far off. “If you’ll excuse me, I see my wife, and I want to have another dance with her.” He nodded his head briefly, ending the conversation with his sister and old friend.

The closer he got to his bride, the more the fear of her affairs stabbed at his heart. He didn’t want to imagine that she would give herself to Minho, but she made it clear plenty of times that she preferred his company over Yeonjun’s. He slipped beside her, curling an arm around her waist and bringing her close. “Hello, my wife.” His lips kissed her ear. He felt her jump from his touch, startled by his sudden presence. “Did you get something to drink?” He asked, pulling away to properly look at her.

Aurelia held up her chalice to show Yeonjun the wine within her cup. “I did.” She peered into his large pupils, wondering what was going on inside his head as he continued to just stare at her. “Would you like some?” She offered, lifting her goblet near his lips.

Without breaking eye contact, he slowly pushed the cup away, letting her arm rest back at her side. “No, thank you.” He answered, taking in the red tint on her lips from the liquid swirling in her chalice. “There’s something else I'm craving.” He spoke vaguely, his implication clear from the lust clouding his vision. Aurelia turned away, fighting to keep from getting swept into his spell. She took a large gulp of her wine, feeling suddenly warm as her husband insisted on baring into her soul with his gaze. 

—

Shortly after the reception, Aurelia found herself in Yeonjun’s chambers with the expectation of consummating their marriage. However, this was the moment she was dreading since his victory against Minho. She was bitter about giving her virtue to the prince of Meiryn since his actions were far less deserving than those of any decent man. She also worried that she would easily succumb to his demands, letting him believe that his behavior was acceptable simply because she was weak to his charm.

Aurelia isolated herself in front of his large windows, overlooking the grounds highlighted by the glow of the moon. He came behind her with his arms wrapping around her waist and his lips pressed against the nape of her neck. She shivered from his touch, peeling herself away to face him. “I’m quite tired.” She announced, hoping she could evade falling into bed with him.

Yeonjun held her hand, stepping backwards as he led her to the bed.”Then maybe you should come lie down.” She slipped from his fingertips, staying in place by the window. His eyebrows furrowed, wondering why she was being so distant with him when they should be a tangle of limbs. “What’s wrong?”

She hesitated, unsure how to convey her displeasure with proceeding in any other marital activities. “It’s been a long day. I simply wish to go to bed.” She insisted, moving towards the detailed screen panels, where her nightgown was neatly hung. She soon realized that the wedding dress was elaborately tied in the back and would need assistance in removing her garments. She peered out from behind the divider, “Would you help me with my dress?”

He sighed with relief, thinking this was an invitation to initiate their intimacy when only a moment ago it sounded like she was trying to avoid consummating their vows. He quickly navigated the strings of her bodice, slowly plucking them from their knots as he admired the curve of her spine that accentuated her backside. Aurelia slowly pulled the pins that held her hair together, letting the long strands fall down and cover her shoulders. The length flowed over the ties of her dress, shielding Yeonjun’s view as he worked his way down to the very last ribbon. 

He moved the tresses to cascade over her left shoulder, allowing him access to her right as he placed a single kiss against the exposed skin. “You looked nice today.” He nearly cringed as the words left his lips. Of all the words he could choose, his fortress of emotional refuge deemed such an inferior adjective worthy of his bride. She was breathtaking, beguiling, majestic, radiant, and sumptuous, all wrapped up in a pretty white dress. Yet, he could only fathom her appearance as “nice.”

Aurelia became tense, fighting to lash out from his monotonous compliment. The gull of this man, she thought. Not only did he treat her as an item, which he used and played with whenever it best suited him, but to top it off, he could hardly spare her a decent compliment. It was their wedding day, for heaven’s sake; if her looks were superior in any particular instance, it would be this one. If he thought she would give him her chastity, he had another thing coming. 

Yeonjun finally unraveled the last ribbon, his fingers lingering as they pulled the material apart before tracing along the curve of her back. His hand began to shed the fabric off her shoulders, exposing her skin as he trailed kisses across the expanse of her neck and shoulder blade. He suddenly felt cold when she stepped away, reaching for her silk gown. “Thank you. If you’ll allow me a moment to change, I would greatly appreciate it.” She did not glance back at him until she realized he was still standing behind her as she gripped the dress to slide it from her arms. 

His features were stony as he glowered down at her. “Why would you need to get changed?” He tilted his head ever so slightly, his eyes flickering over her as he analyzed the stiffness in her body language. 

“I said I was tired. I just want to go to bed and put this day to rest.” She scoffed, facing him as she held the wedding gown against her chest to shield her naked body from his view. Even if he was her husband, she refused to give him the satisfaction until he earned it. 

Yeonjun stood eerily still, his mind attacking him with terrible and awful thoughts planted by Reina’s ominous messages. He imagined Aurelia in the arms of Minho, kissing passionately just outside her bedroom before pulling him inside to do unspeakable things. His glare intensified as he snapped out of his imagination, looking at Aurelia with acute vexation. “You are my wife and the future queen of Meiryn. Your sole duty is to produce an heir.”

His tone was sharp and jagged like a knife as he tried to cut her down, but she was fed up with his behavior. “Good luck with that because I’m going to bed.” She stepped around Yeonjun, heading for the door to leave, but he grabbed her by the waist and tossed her onto the bed.

She gasped as her body bounced against his thick duvet, her dress dangling off her shoulder provocatively while he crawled over top of her. She tried to keep a distance between them, using her hands as a shield from his advances, but he firmly grabbed her wrists and pinned them down as he hovered above her. “This is where you belong.” He confirmed through harsh breaths of anger burning through his veins. He was mad with jealousy, continuously taunted by images of his wife and Minho philandering about the castle.

Aurelia fought against his hold, trying to slip out from beneath him. Her arms grew tired from his strength as he relentlessly held her down, placing his weight ontop of her own. She wasn’t sure what his intention was, but she didn’t plan to give in so easily. “Why do you hide yourself from me?” He hissed, annoyed as she struggled, trying to wrench from his hands. 

“Because I don’t want you.” She grunted, giving up just enough to stare up at him with a vengeful glare.

His heart stopped.

If it were possible, his eyes narrowed as his fingers tightened around her wrist. “What did you say?” His words were an issue of warning, delivered with a deliberate edge that informed her that if her response was not the one he desired, she would soon see the error of her ways. 

With her arms pinned onto the duvet, she could only crane her neck to lean up towards Yeonjun. “I said…” Her tone was gritty. “I don’t want you.” She relaxed her muscles as pride seeped into her being while she watched Yeonjun flare with an anger she had never seen before. 

He slipped his hand from her wrist, grabbing hold of the back of her neck to lift her into his arms. He spread his fingers around the back of her skull, clinging to her thick strands as his thumb ran along her jaw until the pad sat comfortably underneath her chin. He then held her frame tightly with his other arm, keeping her in place on his lap. “Obviously, you’ve forgotten your place.” He placed some pressure on her chin with his thumb, titling her head up to meet his fierce glare. “Tonight, I will remind you.” His strong fingers pulled her to his lips, allowing him to devour the flesh of her mouth, muffling the screams of protest as he peeled the dress from her upper body. 

The kiss was anything but gentle since Aurelia tried to escape his touch, and he only followed her, pressing forward until she was trapped beneath him again. She dug her nails into his hair, pulling aggressively in hopes that her only means of defense would deter him from taking things further. Yeonjun hissed in pain, breaking away from her lips enough for her to speak. “I won’t let you have me.” 

He pushed himself up, body swirling with a poisonous combination of lust and wrath. He was scorned by the corset disrupting his view of her glorious mounds, compelled by the fire burning within him to cup her breasts with both hands. “You don’t really have a choice, princess.” He heard a beautiful gasp dance from her throat when he clutched the seams of the corset and tore it apart down the middle, bedamned the buttons that held it together. 

Aurelia hollered in protest, trying to move quickly to shield her innocence, but he was faster. He dove to her bosom, sucking a pert nipple into his mouth as his hands held the supple flesh of her chest. Her back curled off the bed, her lips parting as the warm sensation of his tongue swirled over her tender bud. She weakly pushed against his shoulders, fighting to escape his touch, but he, in true Choi nature, was too stubborn to be moved. Instead, he switched to the other breast, encasing it in his warmth as he left the other nipple abandoned to the minacious cold air. 

“Yeonjun, stop.” She pleaded, battling against the reactions of his mouth as heat pooled deep within her belly. She couldn’t let him win; she refused to let him claim her as a victory; another trophy on his mantle. 

He bit gently on the hardened bud of her breast, relishing the small whine stringing from her lips. He trailed open-mouthed kisses up her decolletage, dipping his tongue along the way to gather a taste of his bride before he completely defiled her. He continued his path until he reached the shell of her ear, blowing gently to watch her shudder from the ghost of his touch. “Tell me you want me.”

She snapped her head, facing him despite the tremble in her nerves. “No.” Her voice shook with need as her naked upper body brushed against his wedding attire. 

Yeonjun smirked, his anger slowly fading as he watched her resolve crumble. He used one of his hands to crawl down her body until it reached the most intimate part of her, placing pressure against her core just as he did in the corridors not too long ago. “Are you sure?” He teased, pressing harder when she didn’t respond right away.

She was ashamed of how quickly his touch set her body on fire as he vaguely touched the junction between her legs. “Yes!” She gasped, her insides aching despite the spiteful energy she held towards him. 

He clicked his tongue with irritation, jilted by her refusal to submit to him. What happened to the obedient princess from yesterday? For your sake, I hope she bleeds. Reina’s words reared their head, seeking to torment him until he had his way with Aurelia in order to confirm the validity of her innocence. He sat up, sitting back on his knees as he began undressing himself. “So be it, want me or not. I will have you.”

As he slipped his coat and vest off his shoulders, Aurelia slowly crawled away as a means of escape before he was any wiser. She nearly slipped from the bed as he pulled his tunic over his head, but as he nonchalantly tossed it aside onto the stone floors, he grabbed a hold of her ankle and pulled her back towards him. He moved over her, taking hold of the material of her dress that bunched at her hips and lifted her as he slid her out of her clothing, taking the rest of her undergarments in one swoop. 

Aurelia was quick to pull the duvet around her bare body, the brisk air causing pebbles to dance across her skin. As she clung to the blanket, she couldn’t help but admire her husband’s physique, a rare spectacle of lean and tone that she could anticipate would flex against her as he tried to fill her with an heir. Yeonjun yanked his trousers down, the sight of his hardening member making Aurelia blush as it stood at attention. 

He kicked the last restricting fabrics off the bed so that no barriers would be in their way as he finally consummated his marriage to the ever beautiful Aurelia. His gaze found her huddled under the duvet, her eyes fixed on the organ hanging between his legs. “Come here.” He taunted, pulling the lush, pillowy blanket from her body and forcing himself into the partition of her thighs. “You still don’t want me?” He tilted his head, curious if she would submit with nothing but their souls to bear. 

It was her last shot at denying him; she had nothing left to lose. “I wish Minho won the duel.” It was harsh, but partially true. She dreamed of a night like this with the prince of Lindermere, and it was far more romantic. She was attracted to both men, but emotionally, Minho held a special place in her heart, while she loathed Yeonjun. What she failed to realize is she placed the final brick around her husband’s heart, fortifying the strength of the stone walls that guarded him.

He stared at her coldly, emotions running rampant in his chest that were contained by the metaphorical structure he used to keep his weakness at bay. He abruptly gripped her thighs, wrapping them around his waist before reaching down to tease the entrance of her innocence with the tip of his length. “Just don’t forget you're my wife now.” With that, he pushed inside unforgivingly, stretching her walls until his cock was fully engulfed in her warmth. 

Aurelia clung to him, tears in her eyes, nails digging into his back, and a small scream erupting from her lips as he breached her limit. She barely had time to adjust to his presence before he started pulling back out, his girth dragging against her raw pussy, and pushing in again, the head of his penis colliding with her cervix. Yeonjun grunted as he set the pace, hard and deep, making sure to leave quite an impression on her body once he was done with her. 

“Yeonjun!” Aurelia cried, praying he would slow down as the dull pain continued to shoot through her limbs. Her walls tightened with discomfort, which only spurred him to move faster.

Yeonjun cradled her against his body, pushing further inside as he sought to swallow her cries. She wrapped her arms around his neck, melting into the sweetness of his kiss that contradicted the power of his hips. He broke away from her lips, his eyes remaining closed as he rested his head against her own. “You still want Minho?” Aurelia could only shake her head, delirious from the mixture of pain and pleasure coursing through her body. “Say it.” He commanded, aiming for her submission.

She hiccupped, her breathing uneven from the emotional and physical exhaustion of Yeonjun’s treatment. “No, I don’t.” His hips changed pace, crashing against her core at a slower pace as he milked the sensations dancing along his member. 

“Tell me, you want me.” His hand found her breast, kneading the mound in his palm as he placed kisses across her cheek and the bridge of her nose. 

She sighed in relief as the pain subsided from his harsh pounding, the raw sting of his motions still throbbing along her walls as he continued to move. “I want you.” She finally caved, accepting her fate as the coils in her abdomen tightened.

Yeonjun groaned, picking up the pace as his mouth sealed over her parted lips. He dipped his tongue to feel her own, loving the receptive reactions of her body while he worked himself up. He leaned up, hovering over her upper body and angling his hips to reach a different spot in her uterus. When his tip pounded the new territory, Aurelia moaned as she gripped his shoulders. “That felt amazing.” She panted, curling her legs higher around his waist to get him deeper.

He used his hands to hold the back of her thighs, pushing them back against her chest as he drove his cock into her warm center. He was brimming with sensations as his length throbbed for release. Aurelia’s pussy squeezed around his member until finally something snapped within her, and she cried out. Her moan was drawn out as he continued moving his hips, thrusting deep inside as her walls pulsed around him. He bullied into her pussy until the tip of cock erupted with warmth, pushing it to the walls of her cervix in hopes they’ll be blessed with an heir. 

Yeonjun sluggishly held himself up as he took large, calming breaths, sedating the lust that burned in his veins. His penis softened within Aurelia, and Yeonjun finally pulled himself out of her warmth to find trickles of blood and his seed dripping from her abused entrance. “You did bleed.” He said as if mildly surprised.

It took her a moment to register what was said, but as it finally clicked, she leaned up on her elbows, her eyes slowly narrowing. “What do you mean by that?” Her legs shook from exhaustion as she pulled them close to her chest, scooting away from the man, who took her virtue. She could see he was scrambling for words like he was caught red-handed. “How dare you!” She seethed, getting up from the bed to grab her night gown.

Yeonjung chased after her, leaping off the bed. “Well, you were certainly throwing yourself at him like a whore. What else was I supposed to think?” 

Smack!

Aurelia ignored the sting on her palm as she quickly grabbed her gown and wrapped herself in her robes, her heart chipping once again at the hands of Yeonjun and his callous remarks. He stood stunned by her assault, watching in shock as she ran for the door. She nearly ripped the wood from its hinges, taking one last look back at her husband. “I hate you!” She was gone in the blink of an eye, leaving Yeonjun alone, naked, and ashamed for the anguish he had caused her. 

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TXT/SKZ | Regal Affairs | Ch. 12

Yeonjun claims his dominance over his bride to be while Reina and Taehyun warm things up after getting caught in an early winter rain.

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{Main Pairings:} Choi Yeonjun x Original Female Character, Kang Taehyun x Original Female Character, Lee Minho (Leeknow) x Original Female Character

{Rating:} 18+

{Genre:} Royals

{Warnings:} Arranged Marriage, Flirting, Forbidden Romance, Drama, Family Dynamics, Possessive tendencies, Degradation, Smut

{Tag List:} @luv4gyuuu

Shortly after the events of Yeonjun’s challenge against Minho for Aurelia’s hand, the preparations for the wedding were underway as the Choi family worked diligently to ensure no other complications would arise. The princess of Solaris could clearly see the importance of their alliance now that it was threatened by Minho’s proposal. Unfortunately, Yeonjun had fallen into old habits as he barely addressed her outside of formalities. To say Aurelia was upset by the arrangement was an understatement as days passed, their wedding day looming ever closer. 

The winds of change came just the day before their nuptials, when Aurelia was in her chambers getting fitted for her wedding gown. The tailor was an experienced spinster who worked at the castle, crafting many of the royal family’s attire. While her frame appeared lithe and frail, her strength startled the princess as she forced her to twist and turn to get the adjustments just right. 

A presence came through the door, causing Aurelia to turn to greet the intrusion until the woman snapped at her. “Don’t move.” The princess obediently followed the directions of the tailor, weary as the woman held sharp pins close to her figure. 

She peered at their guest through the cheval before her and smiled politely at the guard. “Am I being summoned elsewhere?” She asked, praying that she could escape the fearsome woman kneeling by her skirt. With all that needed to be done for the next day, she would not be surprised if there was something else she should be doing.

The guard bowed their head, “No, your highness. Prince Yeonjun wishes to enter.” He had the honor of encountering their last spout with each other when Aurelia refused Yeonjun’s company for dinner. He only hoped that he wouldn’t be the middleman once again in their quarrel. 

Aurelia pressed her lips together, not looking forward to what Yeonjun’s presence would bring, especially within her chambers. However, the wedding was just a day away; what harm could he possibly do? “He is welcome.” She said stiffly, watching as the guard left through the door just before Yeonjun swept into the room as if he were conquering uncharted territory. 

“Leave us.” He demanded of the tailor, sparing her a brief glance as he came to stand directly in front of his bride. Aurelia tried to decipher his mood by the brisk tone in his voice, but the short statement left her with many questions while waiting for the woman’s response.

The tailor merely grumbled, gathering her satchel of tools, then slowly departing from the room to allow the bride and groom a moment alone. Yeonjun took the opportunity to admire Aurelia, dressed in a lacey gown that provided glimpses of her skin beneath the material along her decolletage and down to her hands. The skirt flowed from her waist like an intricate waterfall pooling over the edge of a diamond-encrusted cliff. Her hair was pinned up with just enough effort to see how the gown clung to her figure, and Yeonjun was starved for the succulent views hidden under it. 

He was waiting to speak once the tailor was gone from the room, but he found that with each passing second, it was hard to concentrate with the distraction of her beauty. He deprived himself of her company for far too long, and the yearning in his heart was indulged by her presence. He deliberately ignored her since he learned of her activities with the prince of Lindermere, building up the walls that would protect him from feeling vulnerable with her. However, the stones of his fortress slowly crumbled as he stood before her. 

“What is it that you needed, Prince Yeonjun?” She asked with a clip of annoyance as he seemed to just stare at her. He made it abundantly clear that he cared little for her company as he disregarded her day in and day out, but suddenly, he was compelled to approach her in her chambers just before their wedding day. What could he possibly want?

Yeonjun was shaken from his daze by the sharp timbre of Aurelia’s question. He narrowed his eyes, glaring at his fiancée as he steeled himself once again from her scrutinizing demeanor. It was better this way, he told himself. They would be married, the alliance would be forged, she would bear him an heir, and the rest would be simple. If they treated their union as a transaction, there would be no hurt feelings, no weakness. “I just want to make a few things clear before tomorrow…so that we have a mutual understanding.”

Aurelia could feel the muscles of her face harden as she waited for him to continue. He cleared his throat, placing his hands behind his back as he looked over his bride with disinterest. “Once we speak our vows, the alliance will be ratified with our kingdoms.” Aurelia fought the urge to roll her eyes at the obvious. “We will produce at least one male heir to continue our lineage.” He stepped closer, his stature towering over her own as his breath caressed the swell of her cheekbones. “You will officially be mine, which means that if I see you fraternizing with another-”

“And what about you?” Aurelia interrupted his monologue, agitated that as he rattled off the terms of their marriage, he had the audacity to restrict her when he was just as guilty of acts of disloyalty.  

He snatched her chin between his fingers, forcing her to look directly into his eyes. “I will remain faithful.” He promised, which was true since just after his birthday. “But if I find you with a lover, he will be punished for treason, and you will be in attendance.” He growled.

Aurelia’s brow furrowed as his grip on her jaw seemed to slowly tighten as rage swirled deep within them. Their emotions were erratic and easily sparked by the actions of one another, their dynamic as volatile as gunpowder near a burning fire. She didn’t appreciate the way he tried to take control of their marriage before they even shared their vows, but she was in no position to argue since she was outnumbered in his territory. 

“Are we in agreement?” He hissed as he noticed her lack of reaction. 

They were rivals with a common goal, and it was fine time to wave the flag of surrender to put their heads together. Aurelia inhaled sharply as she was pricked by the familiar sensations of submission that were heavily ingrained in her being. “Yes.” The dull pain of defeat slowly crept through her limbs like the creaks of an old structure; the impression was like a distant memory since she let her spite for the Prince drive her motivation for quite some time.  

He relaxed the hold on her chin as he hummed with enthusiasm as he claimed yet another victory. The princess was now under his will, and once they were married, she would serve to please him just as any respectable wife should. He leaned away, letting his eyes run up and down her frame, all dressed in white, a sculpture of purity ready to be plucked for the taking.  

His hand slid behind her back, pulling her close by the waist so that her front curled against his abdomen. He dipped his head, relishing in the heat of their proximity as he inhaled her floral aroma. “Just wait…” He whispered, tilting her chin away from him so that he could press his lips to her ear. He shivered at how compliant she was under his guidance, imagining all the things he would do to her on their wedding night. “Tomorrow I will show you why I’m better than Minho.”

Aurelia's mind flashed to her orgasm in the dark corridors of the castle as Minho conquered parts of her body that Yeonjun had yet to discover, and her cheeks became inflamed by his implication. She wasn’t allowed much time to dwell before Yeonjun abruptly pulled her face back towards him, trapping her lips in a kiss. His mouth was like luscious velvet wrapping along her bottom lip as his teeth reached to nip at the flesh. She felt herself caving into him, forgetting that the man ravaging her was the very same who dangled her off the crumbling cliffs of her sanity on a daily basis. 

She moaned as his gentle tongue soothed the bite on her lip, bringing her arms up to wrap around his neck until all she could feel was the brisk, winter air that invaded the castle. She looked to see Yeonjun smirking at her, clearly proud of the reaction he pulled from her as he ran his thumb across his plump lips to wipe the residue of their kiss. “Until tomorrow, Princess.” 

He then swiftly departed her chambers, leaving her to pick up the pieces of her rationality. She stared at her reflection in bewilderment, unable to comprehend the grip that man held on her. “Bastard.” She groaned in frustration as she pledged that he would need to work a lot harder than that to win her over. 

— 

As the first chilling winter breeze blew about the palace courtyards, Reina found herself venturing past the ornate fortifications to seek out a stroll in the wildflower fields that blossomed beside the stables. Winter arrived, and she knew the blooms had already disappeared for the season as nature braced itself for the cold. Her body was embellished with a luxurious long-sleeved gown, her tiara perched atop her natural cascading curls as her feet traveled along the stone path to seek out a less commonly socialized area of the palace grounds. 

The gravel crunched beneath her feet as she peered up to spot Beomgyu standing beside Taehyun as he disembarked his horse after an evening hunt. Yeonjun’s wedding was rapidly approaching since his victory over Minho. The palace was busy with preparations, which allowed the royal family to focus on enjoying time engaging in their hobbies instead of the responsibilities laced with their everyday lessons and obligations. 

Taehyun bowed respectfully to Reina’s brother as he accepted the reins of Beomgyu’s dark stallion, guiding the gentle creature back towards the stables. Taehyun caught a quick glance of Reina approaching them, offering her a charming smile before moving to guide the horse to the troughs. 

“Hello, brother.” Reina tutted happily as she approached Beomgyu, who was removing his riding gloves to reveal his palms. 

The youngest male Choi grinned at his sister’s presence, peering back towards Taehyun at the realization that the two fancied each other and were now out of sight of many palace officials. “Reina.” He spoke plainly, glancing back over his shoulder to call towards Taehyun. “I’ll be done for the day, Taehyun.” 

Taehyun nodded, brushing his hand against the spine of the stallion beside him. “Yes, my lord.” 

Beomgyu peered back towards Reina, walking towards her as he caught a glimpse of mischief dancing behind her pupils. He knew Reina was being reckless in engaging physically with a servant and only hoped she would heed his warning about maintaining her virtue. Whilst he could scold her once more, the happiness that radiated from her demeanor was enough to keep him at bay. Instead, he chose to discuss Yeonjun and the upcoming events of the palace. 

“Looks like Yeonjun is finally getting married tomorrow.” He spoke casually, watching as Reina’s eyes remained focused on Taehyun off in the distance.  “Reina?”

Reina flinched momentarily, peering back towards Beomgyu in surprise. “Yes?”

“There'll be a sea of suitors arriving at the palace this evening for Yeonjun’s nuptials.” Beomgyu reminded her, knowing that their parents would expect them both to socialize accordingly in search of a favorable pairing for the nation. “I reckon we’re next to be married off.” His voice was soft as he followed her gaze back towards Taehyun. “Be mindful of your heart, my lovely sister.” 

With that, Beomgyu was on his way, trotting up the stone path back towards the palace as he left Reina and Taehyun to their solitude. Reina didn’t respond, letting the weight of Beomgyu’s words swirl endlessly in her mind. She didn’t want to be traded off for some alliance or financial gain, just as Aurelia and her brothers. A long sigh escaped her lips as the gentle neigh of Beomgyu’s stallion brought her irises back to the sight of Taehyun brushing through the horse's mane. 

“Enjoying yourself?” Reina hummed, letting her hands clasp behind her back as she ventured closer to the stables to seek out a conversation with the man who enthralled her every thought.

Taehyun let the corners of his mouth pull into a smile, thankful for the presence of his princess in such an intimate setting. “Actually, I am. The stables remind me of the countryside.” Reina could visibly see how calm and relaxed Taehyun’s demeanor was compared to inside the walls of the palace, a pure, genuine smile gracing his lips as he continued to tend to Beomgyu’s stallion. 

Reina admired the way his eyes illuminated with exuberance as he spoke of his home, feeling a blush creep against her cheeks as his allure pulled her into a giddy spell. “Do you miss it?” She questioned, moving closer to the horse before using her palm to stroke the backside of its mane. 

Taehyun simply admired her beauty as she fearlessly approached the creature; her gentle nature was refreshing as she melted into her love of animals. What Taehyun wouldn’t give to experience a day with Reina outside of the palace walls. He loved her spirit and wished they could disappear away from all the formalities of court, somewhere they could be together without judgment or question. He couldn’t offer her gold or riches, and he definitely had no title to his name. However, in the countryside, he could work his days to provide whatever she’d need to offer her as much happiness as he possibly could. 

He quickly returned from the journey through his thoughts, realizing he hadn’t yet responded to her question. “Very much.” 

Reina found herself lost in his stare as a cold, wet sensation tickled the skin of her cheek. She peered up to find an ominous rain cloud lingering above them as the rain began to pick up, sprinkling down on them.

Teahyun quickly adjusted his grip on the reins as he began guiding the horse into the stables, motioning for Reina to quickly go ahead of him. “Your highness, quickly. Get inside.” He moved to place his hand on the small of her back, moving to shield her from as much rain as possible as they ran into the stables, their feet tromping through the soaked terrain. 

Luckily, the stables were completely abandoned, with only the sound of shuffling horses filling the wooden building. “That came out of nowhere.” Reina giggled, peering down at her bodice, which was now completely soaked from the sudden downpour outside. 

Taehyun’s wet strands of hair hung loosely in front of his eyes as he guided the stallion into a vacant stall, swiftly closing the door to latch it shut. He ran his hands through his hair to slick it back out of sight, Reina unable to prevent herself from gawking at the fine specimen of a man that was standing before her. 

She felt her throat run dry as she drank in the sight of Taehyun’s white peasant blouse drenched against his torso, the material becoming increasingly more transparent as she watched his muscles flex beneath the sight. Her eyes slipped farther down his figure, admiring how his trousers hung against his hips, the dark fabric luckily concealing her sight of any more tempting visions, averting her stare to find the dirt substrate beneath them. 

Taehyun caught onto her sinful gaze, admiring the way her gown hugged the curves of her frame as he moved forward to stand directly in front of her. He gently grabbed her chin in his grasp, guiding her eyes up to interlock with his. “Seems you’re stuck here, your highness…” His voice sent a chill down Reina’s spine, shuddering at the depth of his voice. The chill in the air was barely noticeable from the heat of their proximity. 

“It’s a good thing I’m in good company.” Reina weakly responded, her body inching closer to Taehyun as she felt his warmth radiating against her. The moisture of the rain surrounding them and their damp clothing only seemed to aid the building sexual tension, their bodies igniting with desire for one another as Taehyun brought his lips crashing into Reina's.

Reina couldn’t swallow the moan that manifested from Taehyun’s ministrations, allowing herself to melt into his grasp as he shamelessly explored the length of her body with his palms. She gasped as his hands caressed her hips, allowing him the opportunity to dip his tongue into her mouth and devour her taste. Reina felt her body tremble in excitement as a deep groan rumbled from Taehyun, savoring the moment he was able to steal with his princess.

“Reina…” He panted against her mouth as he stepped forward, refusing to leave her lips as he guided her back into an empty stall across the way. “I want you.” He admitted, Reina following his lead with anticipation. 

She sighed as his mouth broke away from her lips to trail down the length of her neck. “You can have me.” She spoke without thinking, completely engulfed in desire and lustful intent. 

Another groan had Taehyun pushing Reina back onto a stack of hay, letting out a squeak of surprise as her body hit the somewhat cushioned material. Taehyun leaned down to lie on top of her, holding himself up with his arms to prevent his weight from pressing into her. 

He leaned forward to capture her in an explicit display of passion, ravaging her lips in his affection while his hips gyrated against her core as he pressed his hardening groin forward. Reina gasped from the sensation, her head whirling as she spread her legs to invite him to nestle himself between them. 

Taehyun broke away from their kiss, admiring the way Reina’s lips swelled from his affection as they both panted with need. His hand slid between them, seeking out the juncture between her legs as he cupped her heat with the fabric of her dress barricading her from him. “You have no idea how much I want to touch you like this.” He whined, knowing her virtue wasn’t his to take. “I can’t ruin you the way I selfishly desire.” He confessed. Reina felt her cheek blush a deep shade of crimson at his unholy confessions. 

Her mind raced with recollection of Aurelia’s sexual encounter before Yeonjun and Minho’s final duel. Despite their intimacy and stolen touches, her virtue technically remained intact with no questioning penetration. 

“Then touch me…” Reina gasped helplessly as she clung to his body, his hand pressing down against her core. “No touch can defile my virtue.” She spoke pleadingly, letting her knees drop to either side of her as Taehyun’s eyes widened from her desperation. She was right, he could touch her as much as he’d like and as long as her virtue remained intact, her reputation would be spared. 

He leaned down to press a few kisses against her shoulder, letting his lips brush against the shell of her ear. “Are you sure?” 

She nodded with a slight hum as Taehyun began to gather up the fabric of her skirt, letting his fingertips travel up her legs and thighs. He groaned at the softness of her skin, pressing his lips against hers once more to swallow any sounds he’d elicit from the princess. 

She let herself relax as he teased the skin of her thigh, moaning as his hand continued to venture beneath her clothing until feeling the pad of his finger press against her clit. Her eyes widened, her body shuddering from finally feeling touched in such an intimate location. “Taehyun.” She sighed from her lips; his desire to please her heightened from her speaking his name in such a desperate manner. 

“Does it feel good? My touch?” His voice was deep with lust, watching as Reina moaned in response. Taehyun smirked against her lips, pulling back to watch her face morph from his ministrations as he began gently rubbing circles against her sensitive bud. He couldn’t help but buck his hips forward, grinding his hardened length against her as the sensation sent her head back into the hay with another series of colorful moans. 

“You’re so beautiful, Reina.” He sighed happily, relishing in the fact that he was stimulating a princess into moaning his name as if it were the only thing bringing her solace. He quickened the motion of his fingers as he felt her thighs constrict around him, the princess meeting her end as she peaked in a euphoric state. 

Reina felt her body unravel as the building tension in her stomach snapped to release a wave of pleasure over her body. Just as her limbs relaxed from the high, she felt a slight pressure against her core as Taehyun slid two fingers inside of her with ease from the liquid that collected. 

Reina gasped as her hands slid down Taehyun’s body, seeking out the edge of his trousers as she tugged them from his hips to reveal his engorged tip. She paused for a moment, immoral thoughts overrunning her mind as she imagined his length thrusting into her instead of his fingers. 

She shamelessly gripped onto his length, beginning to pump her hand around him with the same rhythm that he’d guide his fingers into her. It wasn’t long until the pair was panting as they pleasured each other in unison, painting a vivid image of what it would feel like to be making love in different circumstances. 

The steam of their wet bodies versus the cold air outside had the window of the empty stall collecting moisture, small droplets of humidity exposing their secret intimacy as they continued to indulge in one another. Luckily, the rain kept anyone else from pursuing a horseback ride, allowing their secret to remain buried in the hay as they lost each other in their throes of passion. 

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TXT/SKZ | Regal Affairs | Ch. 11

Yeonjun's pride is on the line once Reina enlightens him of her scandalous discoveries. Who will come out victorious as the battle for Aurelia's heart comes to an end?

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{Main Pairings:} Choi Yeonjun x Original Female Character, Kang Taehyun x Original Female Character, Lee Minho (Leeknow) x Original Female Character

{Rating:} 18+

{Genre:} Royals

{Warnings:} Arranged Marriage, Flirting, Forbidden Romance, Drama, Family Dynamics, Possessive tendencies, Degradation, Smut

{Tag List:} @luv4gyuuu

Yeonjun grunted as a servant helped dress him in the black, leather armour he would be wearing over his chest for protection against the strikes of Minho’s blade. He stared at his reflection in the cheval of his chamber, making sure the straps were pulled tightly around his torso to avoid snagging during his duel with the Prince of Lindermere. Gentle tapping bounced from his door, catching the attention of Yeonjun and his servant. “Who is it?” He acknowledged, not moving a muscle as the ties of the armour were tugged.

“Your sister.” 

He heard her voice beyond the door and groaned. “Come in.”

Reina happily welcomed herself into his chambers, taking in the image of her brother getting prepared for his fight for Aurelia’s hand. She had a childish sway in her step as she hummed playfully in her throat, her smile radiant with mischief. “What could possibly possess you to visit me at a time like this? Surely, you have other means of entertainment?” He snapped, feeling on edge by her presence as she always tended to rile him up about the princess. 

She made herself comfortable on the edge of his bed, watching as the servant laced pads over Yeonjun’s shoulders. “I was just curious how my brother was feeling this morning?” 

He clicked his tongue against the enamel of his teeth. “Your curiosity is ever troublesome. When did you become so concerned for my well-being?” It felt like with all the torment and teasing, she didn’t care at all, but just as he stubbornly hid his feelings, Reina was just as secretive about her worry. 

“I’m always concerned, brother. Especially with the things I’ve discovered.” She peered into his pupils through the cheval, noticing his form stiffened upon her ominous statement. 

He slowly turned his head, apprehensive of what information she was dragging out. “What, pray tell, have you discovered?” He swatted the servant away, ignoring that only one of his shoulder pads was securely fastened while the other hung loosely against his shirt. 

When he fully faced her, she tilted her head against her shoulder. “Well, first, I must know at what lengths you plan to win Aurelia’s hand?”

“What does it matter?” He snapped sharply, growing impatient with his sister’s games. 

Her eyebrows shot up over her forehead, surprised by how unhinged he seemed so early in the morning. She straightened her posture, lifting her head from her shoulder. “You won’t like it.” She admitted, knowing that what she witnessed would drive him past his breaking point if he hadn’t already. 

He stepped towards her, looming menacingly as he asserted himself. “Tell me.” He growled.

She took in the crazed look in his eyes, contemplating the best way to tell him what she saw transpire between Minho and Aurelia the previous night. If she said too much, he might act irrationally and cause more damage, and if she said too little, he wouldn’t realize how much he was losing the princess. “I saw them together…Aurelia and Minho.”

He scoffed, “I’ve seen them. That’s not a surprise.” He moved back to stand in front of the floor mirror, gesturing for the servant to continue fixing up his armor.

“They were being quite intimate with each other in the corridor…hidden in the darkness…” She informed him, watching with mild enjoyment as the servant’s eyes grew wide with fear as he felt the muscles of Yeonjun harden.

He narrowed his eyes in her direction. “Intimate how?”

“It was no more scandalous than what you’ve done with your little strumpets in the past.” She harshly reminded him, making sure he understood he was in no means to be too angry with the princess. It was fair play as long as she savored her virtue for marriage. 

Of course, Reina didn’t know all the things Yeonjun did with the women he encountered, and his imagination went wild with accusations. “What did you see?” He insisted. “When?” Was this before he stole a kiss from her? Was the taste of her lips impure with the tarnish of Minho’s affections?

Reina scrunched her nose, trying not to remember the provocative display she stumbled upon. “While it was quite the spectacle, I didn’t stay to watch.” She smiled sarcastically. “It was last night, after the banquet.”

He analyzed her for a moment, trying to decipher if there was anything she might be hiding or if there was motivation behind her sharing this information. “Why are you telling me this? Are you trying to provoke me?” His stomach was whirling with animosity, mentally preparing to take Minho down and bury him in the dirt for laying his hands upon his fiancée. The very same fiancé who so easily let a man manipulate her after she lectured him for objectifying her. 

“I’d just hate to see you lose before you’ve won.” The battle was no longer in regards to the challenges for Aurelia’s hand as they were just technicalities before vows were shared. The fight was now for her heart, and Minho, unfortunately, had an unprecedented lead.

The final knot in Yeonjun’s armor was tied as the servant stepped back from the future king. The proud Choi son looked back at himself within the glass of the cheval with determination burning within his being, fueled by the rage of Minho swooping in on his betrothed. “I never lose.” He promised.

Reina smirked, “That’s my brother.” She said fondly, knowing that he, much like their father, was a man of his word. She knew things were unpredictable with Aurelia and Yeonjun’s pairing, but she hoped Minho would be the much-needed splash of cold reality for her brother to start treating his bride with an ounce of respect. 

—

Aurelia made herself comfortable as she waited for her future to be dealt by the two men tugging the strings of her heart, one with more aggression than the other. The crowd gathered around the training grounds, creating a large ring for Yeonjun and Minho to duel against one another and demonstrating their swordsmanship. She nervously bit her lip, looking up to the skies for refuge for her weary heart. She wanted her marriage to come with a sense of ease, and she feared that the fates were not on her side. 

Yeonjun was the first to emerge onto the terrain of the battlefield, poised with pride and dripping in determination. His gaze found Aurelia’s, the sharpness practically cutting her from a distance. She deliberately broke from his vision, anxious for Minho’s arrival. She was still hurt by Yeonjun’s words from the night before, sorrow wrapping its arms around her shoulders as she diluted the memories of their heated kiss. 

The crowd broke apart as Minho’s frame pushed through to the center of the ring, a single rose held in his hand. His eyes searched the audience until they landed on the princess of Solaris, his smile debuting as he crossed the clay ground. “A token for you, milady. A symbol of my vow to win your hand.” He devoted, unashamed that he spoke for everyone to hear. 

Whispers spread quickly, swirling around them as Minho glanced back at Yeonjun. “I hope I’m not overstepping my bounds, your highness.” He bowed politely, but the air of his words held a weight of mischief as a smirk graced his smile.

“Of course not.” Yeonjun smiled tightly. “What’s a simple rose, when I can provide her a whole garden?” He crossed his arms over his chest, feeling particularly smug in this instance. “The very same garden I presume you plucked your trinket from.”

The silence between the men was deafening as Aurelia watched with a drumming pulse. Her blood rushed as she wondered what would become of their battle, and she hoped they would not kill each other. Minho stepped away from Aurelia, meeting Yeonjun in the middle of the training grounds as they stood toe-to-toe. “Shall we begin?”

Yeonjun nodded curtly, “May the best man win.” A servant approached the two princes with a large case, presenting two basket-hilted swords brandished with their family crest. Each male grabbed the appropriate weapon and took their stance in the arena, indicating they were at the ready. 

Aurelia waited with bated breath as another individual announced the commencement of the duel and waved a flag as the signal to begin. The men circled one another slowly, staying just out of reach from each other to see who would make the first move. Yeonjun surprisingly made the first step, striking his blade straight towards Minho, who swiftly dodged the sharp edge and clashed his sword to knock Yeonjun away. 

Yeonjun continued forward, never missing a stride as he twirled around to strike at Minho’s side, but Minho tumbled out of the way just before his armor could be sliced. Yeonjun swept his sword overhead, bringing the steel down to collide against Minho’s shoulder, but the prince of Lindermere kicked his stomach, knocking him off balance.

The prize for their efforts dug her nails into the fabric of her dress, on edge as they swiped at each other almost blindly. She worried someone would get hurt and their blood would be on her hands, all because she sought out the affections of another man. The rose stayed clutched within her palm, the thorns broken off by the thoughtful actions of the prince who swept her off her feet. 

She gasped as the men tumbled to the ground, dirt masking their armor and smearing while they tussled for dominance. Their blades danced closely, grinding their sharpness like the work of a blacksmith as Minho pressed down over Yeonjun. His strength pushed their straining swords to dig into the proximity of Yeonjun as he lay on his back until the steel cut his cheek. The pain gave Yeonjun a boost of adrenaline as a trail of blood flowed from the small wound, vigor coursing through his veins as he forced Minho off him, a cry of anger lunging from his diaphragm. 

He jumped to his feet as Minho took his place on the ground, lying on his back just the same before tapping the skin of his neck with the flat side of his sword. “I win.” Yeonjun panted, chest caving with each breath he exhaled as he glared down at the man who tried to steal his princess. 

The crowd roared with the victory of the Choi prince as Minho seemed dismissive of his loss. “As if your blade could kill me.” He challenged with fire in his eyes. 

Yeonjun didn’t respond, but flicked his wrist, letting his blade nick the side of Minho’s throat with a mark similar to the one on his cheek. After proving his point, the eldest Choi prince took long strides towards Aurelia, who flinched from his presence. He snatched the rose from her hand, tossing it at Minho’s feet as he continued to lie on the ground in disbelief of his loss. “She won’t be needing your token anymore.” He spat, walking away from the scene with his head held high. 

Aurelia could only stare at Minho as he picked himself up, watching as the rose became dirty from the clay-covered ground. She met his eyes with a sad smile that he returned before she was forced to watch him walk away in defeat. The results were final, and she was still, in fact, to be married to Yeonjun. The audience began to disperse as Aurelia was left to witness the token of Minho’s promise be trampled on by nobles in attendance. A symbol of her desires being unfulfilled and squashed by the society that controlled her every action. 

She lifted her gaze one last time to find the youngest Choi siblings looking at her with unmatched enthusiasm. At least she had friends to rely on, she thought as she finally felt life spring from the numb feeling in her limbs as she joined them. They would bring the comfort she sought in these trying times as she adjusted to the impact of Yeonjun’s demeanor. With Minho out of sight, would he be just as attentive as he was in the corridors, or would he leave her craving more?

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TXT/SKZ | Regal Affairs | Ch. 10

We're Back! Sorry about the long wait, life got crazy! Chapter 10 is officially here and things are starting to heat up a bit between our royals. Yeonjun might just soon learn that his arrogance will lead a certain woman straight into another man's arms. 🙊

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{Main Pairings:} Choi Yeonjun x Original Female Character, Kang Taehyun x Original Female Character, Lee Minho (Leeknow) x Original Female Character

{Rating:} 18+

{Genre:} Royals

{Warnings:} Arranged Marriage, Flirting, Forbidden Romance, Drama, Family Dynamics, Possessive tendencies, Degradation, Future Smut

{Tag List:} @luv4gyuuu

The banquet hall was abundant with guests, gossiping about the day’s events. The swirl of mystery surrounding the proceedings was a haunting whisper as Reina made her way through the crowd, giddy to test her brother’s patience. After securing his win in archery, she was determined to break down his armour and have him grovel about the tenderness he felt for Aurelia. She soon found him walking away from their parents, brooding more than usual as he dashed for the drink table. 

She briskly skipped up to him, keeping pace with his lengthy stride, and curled her arm around his own, keeping him trapped alongside her. “Hello, brother.” Her voice was exceedingly chipper, which Yeonjun’s mood could not handle. 

“Reina,” He grunted, finally reaching the beverage table with his little leech still intact. “Would you like a drink?” He asked, hoping he could feed her some booze and shoo her off. 

Reina chuckled as if his question was unnecessary. “How could I ever say no?” If the youngest siblings of the Choi family were known for anything, it was their ability to irk every soul that crossed their path and drink until the bottom of the barrel. 

Yeonjun sighed as she kept hold of his arm, leaning into him as he ordered their drinks from the servant maintaining the thirst of this gathering. “Why are you clinging to me?” He secretly knew why, but he hoped she would surprise him.

“I was just wondering…” She mused, singing with a gentle hum as she delved into the abyss of her mind. “You seemed very…invested in the tournament today. Interestingly, to procure a certain woman’s hand in marriage. A sheep, as I recall.” Her eyes met his stony expression, waiting for him to see the curious look across her face, but he kept his stare downcast as he plucked a goblet from the table to offer his sister.

She took the cup from his hand, still patient for his response. He grabbed his chalice and brought it to his lips, gulping at the substance to avoid the insistent glare of his sister. She cleared her throat with intention, and Yeonjun sighed as he pulled the wine from his lips. “What are you trying to say?”

He peered at her, annoyance slapped across his face as she simply smiled in victory. “Well, I was just thinking how strange it is for my dear brother to have a change of heart. Surely, you must care for the princess if you fought so valiantly?” Her irises sparkled with enthusiasm, hoping to hear her brother so hopelessly spill his heart out.

“Not in the slightest.” He retorted, keeping calm as he spoke. 

Reina narrowed her eyes. She could see right through him, knowing that he was hiding his affection for the princess behind his wall of emotions. She witnessed the way he acted when he shot his last arrow, deliberately watching Aurelia instead of his target. While he was often a show-off, that performance was not for anyone but Aurelia, so why was he fighting his attraction? “Really? Not in the slightest?” She repeated, finding his answer humorous. “Then why are you trying to win if you don’t care? She would have been gone and no longer a problem for you if you missed your mark.”

Yeonjun snapped his head towards her, eyes sharp. “I never miss.” He hissed, his competitive nature screaming into the void of his soul. After a moment, his hardened expression softened as he cleared his throat, thinking of an answer to his sister’s question. He didn’t want to admit it, but the idea of Aurelia leaving with Minho deeply unsettled him. Many factors were at play when it came to winning Aurelia's hand, but Yeonjun didn’t feel it was necessary to divulge that information to his verbose sister. “Regardless, I’m merely participating for the sake of our kingdoms. She is my fiancée, and I will not have her be taken away from me.” 

Reina hummed, dwelling on his answer as she realized he would not be admitting his increasing devotion to Aurelia. Treating her as an object, just as he had been since her arrival, just as their families did. “How romantic.” She grumbled sarcastically, disappointed that her brother was stubbornly using this indifferent guise to shield himself from happiness. Her gaze flickered across the crowd, finding Aurelia with Minho just on the other side of the room. “Looks like you might want to remind her that she’s still yours, your highness.” She snipped, unlocking her arm from his own and leaving him to wallow in his own prescribed loneliness.

Aurelia stayed with Minho, fearful of Yeonjun if they were alone together. His striking gaze was still plaguing her as she tried to focus on the handsome smile that beamed upon the great people of Lindermere. The prince kept a hand on her waist, holding her close as they indulged in the nutrients provided for the evening. He could see she was distracted as he talked about his hunting strategies from their first challenge before finally just taking her in. “Don’t worry.” He assured, noticing her, the wrinkles of worry smoothed out as she met his gentle gaze. “I will win tomorrow, and then you and I can go home.”

Home. That word seemed strange to Aurelia at this point, since she was forced to leave her parents to marry her fiancé, who had yet to make her feel like anything but a burden. She bit her lip, and Minho was quick to cup her cheek, dragging his thumb across her bottom lip to soothe the bitten flesh. “The only one who should biting your lip is me.” He whispered, dipping his head low, hovering close to her. 

Aurelia gasped as he invaded her space, her cheeks flush from his attention, breathing in the faint hint of wine mixed with his musk. “Minho…” She whispered, grabbing his hand that held her face and pulling away ever so slightly. “We shouldn’t. What if you don’t win?” She would hate to imagine going back to Yeonjun after her behavior, but she also couldn’t decide which prince held her heart the most. 

“Aurelia, I will win. When I do, you will proudly be my wife, and I will protect you and your people.” His hand found its way behind her head, cradling her closer as his lips caressed her skin. “You’re only denying the inevitable, Aurelia.” His mouth went to entrap her in a kiss much like the one they shared on the boat, but a firm tap on his shoulder forced Minho to withdraw from Aurelia.

The pair were shocked from their lustful daze to find Yeonjun glowering at them with a particular coldness. “Do you think you can get your mouth off my fiancé long enough to allow me her company…alone?”

Minho cracked his jaw, offended that Yeonjun felt he was in the right to intrude on their moment. “She isn’t your fiancée until you beat me tomorrow, which, I promise you, won't happen.”

“Ah, see, that’s where you’re wrong. Our alliance was never overruled, making her my bride until stated otherwise, which will reside in my favor.” Yeonjun smiled smugly at Minho before fixing his gaze on the woman of their affections, whose eyes were wide with the tension rising between the two men. He held out his hand as an offering to follow, adjusting his smile to welcome her attention. “I think we deserve a moment to ourselves, don’t you?”

Aurelia gulped, thinking back on their encounter in the corridors during the Fall solstice and the tension she felt during his challenge. She was terrified of what would transpire between them if she were alone with him. She glanced at Minho to find him looking at her expectantly as if waiting for her to deny his request. “I’ll only be a moment.” She promised with an air of apology laced within her features. She lifted her hand into Yeonjun’s, feeling her fingers tremble as his palm guided her to follow him. 

As the couple walked along the outskirts of the gathering, Aurelia was wary as they passed the archways leading into the halls of the castle. It seemed her intuition was correct as Yeonjun tried to lead her into the barren corridors, only for her to stop in her tracks. He snapped his head back towards her, and she could swear he resembled an agitated boar as he huffed impatiently, pulling her out of the banquet hall. “Let go of me!” She argued, wishing she had stayed with Minho. 

Yeonjun had no patience with her and found a similarly hidden spot as their previous encounter. “You drive me crazy.” He growled, pressing her against the wall as his lips collided with her own. 

Aurelia was stunned momentarily, completely taken aback by his spontaneous kiss. However, once the shock had aged, her body was enflamed with desire as she curled her arms around his neck to pull him in closer. His hands traveled far and wide over the expanse of her body as if conquering every inch of her.  His fingers touched her in the most intimate of places to test her submission. 

He finally cupped the juncture between her thighs and groaned as her legs parted to give him better access. “Have you let him touch you so easily?” He panted, leaving her lips as he trailed kisses along her shoulder. 

Aurelia seemed to awaken from the heated spell of Yeonjun’s lips as he continued to stimulate her pulsing need with his palm. “What?” She asked, wondering if she had misheard him. 

He broke away from her delicate skin, his mouth swollen from the kisses he stole. “Did you let him touch you? Like this?” He punctuated his words with firm pressure against her core as he stared at her with hooded eyes.  

Her once soft gaze was now rigid as she glared at him. “Do you think so little of me? I’m not you.” She proclaimed, feeling offended that he assumed the worst of her character.

“Good. I wouldn’t want to put effort into winning someone else’s spoils tomorrow.” He bent down to kiss her again, but Aurelia quickly pushed him away, moving out from behind the pillars to go back to the festivities. “Where are you going?!” He hollered.

She whipped back, her long hair a flurry of darkness as her anger scourged him. “I’m done wasting my time with you! I thought for a moment that maybe you felt something for me, but you surely proved me wrong. I’m just a trinket to you.” She seethed, her heart breaking as she looked at him long and hard. “Tomorrow, Minho will win, and I will no longer be your fiancée. I cannot wait for sunrise.” With that, she left him alone in the dark corridor to find Minho. 

When she caught his handsome smile, tears nearly fell from her eyes as she ran to him. He looked alarmed when he noticed her state, erratic with blotches of red spread across her skin and face. “What happened?” He asked, cradling her cheek as he swept the skin under her left eye, pushing a tear that collected on her lid.

“Will you escort me to my room?” She was no longer in the mood for the celebration and only wanted to wade in his comfort. Yeonjun kissed her as if he were marking his territory, and she never felt so used. Now, she just wanted to give all her attention to Minho in spite of her fiancé’s actions, hoping the next day would give her the fate she desired. 

Minho was concerned as the tear trailed down her cheek, swiftly brushing it with the pad of his thumb. “Of course.” He wrapped an arm around Aurelia, his eyes searching for Yeonjun as he followed her out of the dining hall. He noticed the moody prince leaning against a pillar from where Aurelia had run from, but lost sight of him as they traveled under the archway towards her chambers. 

As they descended to her room, Aurelia looked around wildly, causing Minho to become confused until she gripped the fabric of his lapels. She pulled him into the nook that led to her bedroom door, hiding them from anyone who might come down the path, and boldly brought her lips to his. She leaned against the solid oak door, holding Minho against her as she whimpered for his touch. “I can’t wait to marry you.” She spoke between their lips, lifting her hands to brush through his dark strands.

Pride swelled within Minho as his tall frame hunched over her figure, placing his hands on either side of her head while letting her devour his taste. “I wish I could have you now.” He deepened the kiss, letting the heat of the moment sweep over them.

She lifted her leg, curling it around his waist to draw him closer, feeling him harden from her actions. “You can.” She offered, wanting to give this perfect man everything she had. 

His hands cupped her rear, bringing her up against the door, allowing her to feel more of him against her core. He chuckled as pleasure shuddered through her limbs. “I would rather have you in my own bed. Our bed.” He said with the promise of a kiss, lingering as he pushed his hips against hers. “But for now, let me show you what you can look forward to.” He bunched the material of her dress up to her hips, letting the fabric gather around her lower body just enough to hide her indecency from anyone who might walk by. He then dipped his hand between them, his warm fingers finding her wet center. 

Aurelia's mouth hung open as he dragged the pad of his index back and forth over her sensitive bud, her body already ignited from Yeonjun's misplaced kiss. "Minho." She moaned, pulling him down as she sought the affection of his soft lips.

"You sound beautiful. I want to hear you cry for me." He rapidly ran his finger over her, picking up the tempo to watch her fall apart just by the ability of his hand. 

Her thighs tightened around him as she felt the pressure building deep in her belly, her mind lucid with thoughts of what he'd feel like inside her. Her prayers were partially answered as his hand moved further along her folds, dipping his finger in her entrance as his thumb took residence of her swollen bud. He pumped two digits inside, curling them to hit a different angle against her velvet walls. 

Reina swayed as she walked towards her bed chamber, her mind swirling from the effects of the wine she chased down with Beomgyu. The evening was late, and the corridors were quiet until she heard a small sound as she came towards the end of the hall to turn the corner to her room. As the sound increased in volume, it was easy to guess someone was enjoying the company of another.

She sluggishly peered to glance at the source of the sound and slapped a hand over her mouth to muffle the gasp that erupted from her throat. She was stunned to find Aurelia clawing at Minho's tailored garb with her head tossed haphazardly against her chamber door. Her lips were parted with tunes of song dancing off her lips as Minho worked diligently between her legs. He kissed the exposed skin of her décolletage as her bare thighs flexed against his hips, hitting a climax as she let out a drawn-out sigh.

Reina quickly dashed out of sight, feeling sober from the sight of her brother's fiancée indulging in such a scandalous predicament. She wondered if things between them would proceed despite Yeonjun possibly winning her hand in marriage. What had her brother done or not done to cause such a polite princess to act so recklessly?

She finally felt she could breathe in the safety of her room, leaning back against her door as she exhaled the air from her lungs that sat stagnant as she snuck away from the scene. She pushed off the door, ready to jump into the comfort of her bed, but paused as she found a bundle of flowers held together by a string. They lay upon her vanity with a note tucked under the tied string. There was a small variety of fall flowers, ones she often admired in their garden during this time of year, with hints of orange embers hidden in the deep crimson and violet. She plucked the note from the bundle, opening it with a coy smile to see it simply read:

From your admirer.

She took the bundle in her hands, smelling the gentle floral aroma as she thought about her admirer, Taehyun. She missed his presence during these activities, and she couldn't wait for things to calm down so that she could sneak off with him again. She placed the flowers back on her vanity, peeling away the layers of her evening's dress, imagining it was his hands doing the work. She changed into a thin nightgown adorned with a luxurious robe before crawling into bed, hoping her dreams were filled with images of Taehyun and herself living a quaint life in the countryside.

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clash drabble yes plssss 🥹🥹🥹

It’s in the works!

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Clash 🥹💕🫶 can't wait for the drabble

I’m starting it soon!

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Re-reading Clash, and everytime I read it Chase Atlantic start playing in my head... 💕

We love Chase Atlantic! Not gonna lie, Definitely had some of those songs on my playlist while writing this 🤭

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Will we get a update/ oneshot of clash... 😅🥹 just a little, a small paragraph. .. I miss clash JK 🥹💕

Hmmmm…how would we feel about maybe a small Christmas Drabble? 👀

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Just curious, I want to work on one or two Halloween one-shots . What group, members, or creatures/plots would interest you? Comment and let me know!

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Clash jk will always be my favorite ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹🥹💕

Aw! Mine too 🥰 -Emmy

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Hustlers Cruisin': Day 8 - Relentless

It's time for our hustlers to depart from their vacation and face reality. Where will they go from here?

*Final segment of the Hustler's Week Special! We hope you've enjoyed this part of their story and we can't wait for you to see what else is in store.*

{Main Pairings:} Jeon Jungkook/Original Female Character, Park Jimin/Original Female Character, Kim Taehyung/Original Female Character(s)

{Rating:} 18+

{Genre:} Alternate Universe - Hustlers/ Con Artists

{Warning} Mild Sexual Content, References to Stealing, Mature Language, Manipulation, Angst, Sexual Harassment, Drowning, Alcohol, Smut, Emotional damage

Ruby glanced at her two friends, her brow curled up on her forehead as she analyzed the frantic mannerisms of Jade and the dazed expression of Emmy. Jade seemed to be triple-checking that they packed everything and were ready to depart while Emmy seemed to be lost in a daydream.

“Ruby, do you have everything that you need? Did you make sure to put your luggage outside?” Jade bothered her for the umpteenth time that morning, and Ruby was too tired and under-caffeinated for her insistence. 

“Yes, we went over this a million times.” At this point, the girls were just waiting for the signal from the captain to depart the ship and reunite with their items down in the port.

“Emmy? What about you?” Jade glanced over at the youngest taking in the small collection of bags sitting around her. “What about the clutch? is there anything you need from that?”

Emmy snapped out of her thoughts, memories of the night before with Jungkook and the phantom of his touch still lingering as she found the curious eyes of the tech guru. “Hmm?” She followed Jade’s gaze and noticed the clutch she matched with her gown was sitting next to her duffle bag which was filled with some of the last-minute essentials as well as the dress from dinner she wasn’t able to sneak into her large luggage bag. “Oh…probably not.”

She grabbed it as Jade mentioned that she should double-check, clicking it open to peer inside. She found some touch-up makeup and some emergency toiletries that were ideal for a small outing but unnecessary in any other situation. As she feathered through the articles in the small purse, she grazed some sort of card stock and peeked inside with interest. 

She distantly heard the intercom going off in the background, but her mind was set on glancing at the random parchment in her clutch that she didn’t remember having stored in there before. When she pulled it out, it occurred to her that it was a photo and it took her a moment to recognize the subjects in the picture as herself and Jungkook. Her eyes skimmed across the printed pixels, noticing the genuine smiles on both their faces and the extra giddiness that danced in her heart as she remembered sharing the moment with Jungkook. 

Her smile was larger than life after a stingray splashed at them in this particular photo and she couldn’t help but find the image endearing as they were pushed together by the crew members with the mistake that they were together. A ghost of a smile traced over her lips as she flipped the photo over and was surprised to find scribble on the back.

See you soon, baby girl 

-JK

She bit her lip as she analyzed ten distinct numbers just beneath the brief message, wondering if he truly left his contact. Wasn’t he worried about the risk? What if her partners found it? What if his friends disapproved?

“Emmy! It’s time to go!” Her head snapped up from the photo, quickly shoving it back into the clutch and clicking it shut as Ruby yelled at her from the doorway.

She then proceeded to stuff the clutch in her duffle bag away from the prying eyes of her friends, the secret of her affairs burning a hole in the durable fabric. “Coming!” She replied, swinging the bag over her shoulder and practically feeling the singe hit her hip as her excitement bubbled up. 

She followed the older members of their trio out into the hallway and she subconsciously glanced towards the shared room of Jimin and Jungkook, disheartened to find the staff already clearing out their room. She sighed, adjusting the strap of her duffel as they trekked through the narrow corridors, stepping off the ship that was a means of an end for the etched fear from Seoho and replaced with the enamor for Jungkook.