A ROYAL APPETITE ⟡ BTS X READER
⟡ Pairing: Cannibal! OT7 x Reader
⟡ Genre: Dark Romance, horror, psychological horror, angst, smut, Royal AU
⟡ Warning/Tags: Explicit smut (eventually), dom dom dom they’re all dom, cannibalism (duh), death, violence, graphic descriptions of gore, manipulation, stockholm syndrome, reader gets skewered in more ways than one, yandere elements, possessive/obsessive, coercion to eat something reader clearly does NOT want to, zero morals because how morally correct can a cannibal be, despair, helplessness, mindbreak, adapt to survive
⟡ Summary: In the cold, rural winter village of Baekhwa, it wasn't surprising that the townspeople kept to themselves. The harsh climate never allowed for bountiful harvests, leaving the villagers perpetually hungry and reluctant to share what little food they managed to gather.
The royals, however, seemed to be an exception.
⟡ SENSITIVE WARNING: The plot and actions in this story are purely fictional and for entertainment purposes only.
I obviously do not condone cannibalism committed by real criminals or whatnot. Take care.
“What's wrong, Princess? need to be instructed to eat too?” Yoongi took a sip of his wine, oh how you'd wish he was sitting the furthest away from you at this point.
“It's not poisoned, you know,” Jimin's voice sings across the table, stuffing a piece of steak into his mouth.
“No, I just-” You didn't know how to explain yourself, you didn't want to expose Melody as the person who told you not to eat, but you didn't want to completely deny their generous offerings either.
“I don't…eat meat,” You managed to squeeze out.
The whole table fell silent, the maids and butlers that had been standing in the sidelines with stoic faces now looking at you with shock, while the men looked at you with intrigue.
“You don't?” Hoseok says with wide eyes.
“Well, I just don't feel comfortable eating it, I don't think it'll sit well in my stomach,” You look down in embarrassment, trying to sell the fact you weren't dying to tear into the meat like a barbarian.
“Facinating…” Taehyung covers his mouth, eyes shifting away in contemplation.
“Don't you think it's rude to deny such a feast?” Yoongi tilts his head, swirling the wine in his glass before standing up from his seat, making his way over to you in calculated steps.
“Your people would skin you alive just to get a taste of it and here you are, shamelessly denying it,” His fingers clenched around your jaw, forcing you to look into his eyes.
“And look at you…” He smirks, wiping his thumb across the corner of your mouth as you hadn't realized you'd been drooling again, “...so bad at hiding it.”
“Fuck…” He moaned into you, you were unlike anything he’s ever tasted, sweet, tangy, if he hadn’t known you came from the slums he’d figured you ate a myriad of fruits for breakfast, lunch and dinner.
But this, this was what you tasted like with the diet of bread and potatoes? Imagine how delectable you would become if he fed you well like the good little cattle you were?
”Hyung…she’s so fuckin’…mph…delicious…” Jimin whines, getting drunk off your juices.
”Yeah? If you’re saying that then I’ll need a taste don’t I?” Yoongi cups Jimin’s face, bringing him up and towards his own lips, the two sharing your taste on their tongues as you struggled to comprehend what the hell was happening.
When Jimin parts from Yoongi your breath hitches when you see how blissed out the latter was, his sharp features turning kitten-like as if he just tasted an angel's tears, mouth parted and head leaning forward slightly like he wanted more.