I apologise for the delay. But, here it is, the second instalment. Also, the whole chapter is smut, so if uncomfortable, you are free to not read. Warnings have been provided. Both Yoongi and Yur's POV are provided in the chapter.
The Fragrance of Love #2
Yandere Emperor Yoongi x Original Character (Jang Yuri)
Warning- Slightly Dubiously Consented and Detailed Smut, kind of unhinged Yoongi. Smut in the whole chapter.
Flashbacks are in Italics. The whole chapter swings between the past and the present.
Life was strange, but fate, the queerest. Min Yoongi was the Emperor, he was taught that he was to take the throne, wear the sacred crown ever since he had learnt to interpret words properly as a child.
Min Yoongi had the illusion that the world revolved around him. But he was soon disillusioned. The world did not revolve around him. The world was full of deception and self-interest and everyone around him, each and every person, even his mother was part of the world. Yoongi had learnt that at a young age.
Min Yoongi was eleven when he first met Namjoon, the then eight-year-old with beaming eyes, dimpled, round cheeks and chubby limbs, was of no significance to the crown prince at the time of his arrival at the imperial palace with his father.
But since the day he had befriended Namjoon, he had begun to understand the meaning of selflessness, true friendship, brotherhood.
But to Min Yoongi it was her, the woman trembling beneath him, as their naked bodies pressed and brushed against each other while his lips scraped against her delicate skin. It was this woman- Jang Yuri, who taught him the meaning of true love...And mad passion.
“Fuck! Two fucking days without you, I take my eyes off and you try to fly away, huh?” he bit into her skin, almost drawing blood, the rough treatment made her whimper, but he did not stop. He did not want to, his heart had hardened for the night. And several nights before this night.
Their wedding night.
He wanted to punish her, wanted her to feel the agony. But he was weak, he knew that he was weak for her pain, a single tear from her and he would be ready to be on his knees.
She gasped as his one finger slipped again inside her weeping and gasping cunt while his thumb continued to toy with her sensitive nub. It had been going on for so long, she had begun to tremble under him. His other hand fondled her breasts, rolling the stiff buds. She grew stiff, letting out a strangled moan, making him smirk.
“T-Too much…” Yuri whimpered out, earning a heartless cackle from him.
“Too much? No, I do not think so. You did not think that it would be too much when you were trying to flee. Flee from where? Whom?” his finger picked up its pace, adding another as he freed her breasts and cupped her face instead and all she could do was to struggle against the silk cloth keeping her hands together.
“From your mother! From Empress Dowager! She...She would kill him!” she cried out finally, tears spilling down, more tears caressing the already glistening trail.
Yoongi stilled, feeling the wetness on his lips and nose “Stop crying! I was.Going.Mad!” his movements ceased, as they lay still, breathing heavy
“My brother is my world Yoongi...I love you, I truly do, but I love my brother as well...And...And I could not have him hurt because I chose to love beyond my lowly position.”
Yoongi blinked, his hold over her tightened into a bruising grip, but his mind involuntarily plunged into the past. The time he had realised the power of a glance. One single glance, that set his heart ablaze.
--++--
It was a sultry summer afternoon. Yoongi took the cotton handkerchief offered by one of the servants to wipe off the sheen of sweat on his neck and his forehead. The meeting at the council was not a smooth sail either. The council was divided and he had the hunch that snakes sat right beside him.
He knew that his mother favoured his elder sister’s husband, who had suggested that the empire launch a campaign to invade a kingdom that had already agreed to the peace treaty offered by him.
Yoongi could not see any far-reaching gain in this and had intended to speak privately to his mother.
On reaching her palace, he instructed the guards to wait outside her chamber after they had announced his arrival. Empress Dowager was being served her tea.
She smiled and welcomed him, offering him to sit in front of her as she gestured to her chambermaid to serve him the tea.
As the aroma of the tea mixed with the tense air in the chamber, his heart pounded terribly. Perhaps it was divine interference. Yes, it must be so. Why else would he bother to look up to a mere chambermaid?
His eyes found her clouding lashes, but with a mild frown, she dared to look up from the teacup to meet his gaze. While his gaze remained fixed, stoic, hers widened, a mix of fear, a hint of fascination, curiosity and guilt shone in her eyes.
And while she hurried away after serving the tea, apologising profusely, Yoongi remained calm. But within, he felt breathless and slightly disoriented.
Wondering why his heart thundered like that?
--++--
“I love you!”
Her passionate cry was a siren’s song coaxing him out of the nostalgic state, the rocking of her hips, and the warm and wet feeling on his fingers was addictive. She had spilled all over his fingers and the sheets, gasping for air and moaning desperately. Even he had lost count of the number of times he had made her quiver under him like that. Her back arched, making her supple breasts press against his bare chest. It was euphoric, and Yoongi never wanted to let go of the bliss, having his beloved in his arms like that, bare, vulnerable and moaning.
It was all dream-like for Yuri, she blinked, still in a daze, there was a moment of peace and silence, she was ready to heave a tired sigh, but Yoongi’s chuckle stiffened her once more.
“You did not think it was over, did you, Wife?”
The next moment, she yelped when her legs were lifted and thrown over his shoulders and his mouth was attached to her sensitive and engorged nub, making her scream immediately.
But the moment also took back to the first time she had experienced what it meant and felt like to belong to the Emperor…
--++--
She had no clue why she was assigned to be the Emperor’s server for the ceremony. Her position was quite lowly for her to be qualified for the job. He was the Emperor after all.
But who was she to refuse when His Highness had himself assigned her the position, she, in fact, was relieved that she had not been punished for looking into his eyes. But she could not help it, it took her everything to tear her gaze away.
There was such depth and a buried melancholy in those dark orbs, Yuri could not help but grow curious. And fascinated.
All through the ceremony, she served him- refilling his plate, bringing in whatever items he required, keeping his robe nicely spread. While his cup-bearer kept filling his golden goblet. But the man seemed to hold an unknown grudge towards her, sneering at her every glance he stole.
“What are you doing here, you low-life? Was not licking the Queen Dowager’s feet enough for you? Now trying to push your way into the Emperor’s lap?”
“What have I ever done to you? I am here to do my job, I have—”
The clearing of a throat alerted her, she immediately notice the Emperor’s empty plate and his glare piercing through her, bowing deeply, she let out a string of apologies, not missing the cup-bearer’s muffled snigger. With heated cheeks, she hurriedly refilled his plate, almost dropping it in the process. Her hands were quivering after all.
“Are you afraid of me?” Emperor Min’s hand settled over hers as he proceeded to take the plate from his hand.
Once again, she was lost in those dark orbs, but the question made her splutter.
“Your Highness I...I should have noticed the plate—”
“That is not the answer.” silence followed, but eventually, he looked away.
“Follow me.” with the command, he rose from his seat, every other person present in the hall went on their feet as well, but the emperor paid no heed to them, he only marched out of the place, while she followed.
Reaching an empty corridor, his steps abruptly ceased and he finally turned to her.
"Now tell me, do you fear me?” he asked abruptly and Yuri was dumbfounded.
“Your Majesty, you are the Emperor...I do not wish to offend you.” she bowed and stepped back.
Ever since the day she had accidentally locked her gaze with his, she had run into him often but never dared to look up. But she had felt his unrelenting gaze on her. It was odd, because more than fear, she had the urge to look into his eyes, one more time.
“Look at me.” in an instant, her eyes met his once more. The scar that dragged through half of his face.
“You do not need to fear me. I am no monster, even though I might look like one.” he chuckled out, but she frowned in confusion.
“But you do not look like one.” her eyes widened as soon as she realised what she had blurted out.
"Forgive this lowly servant Your Majesty!" she looked up, only to see amusement dancing in his orbs.
The Emperor stepped closer "That is perhaps new? I believed the scar is thought to be an ill omen among the masses, even in this palace." he took another step, now too close
"The cupbearer has a scar on his cheek as well...You seem to like scars?"
"Y-Your Highness...I assure you that leaving your plate empty was not my intention, I apologise profusely for the mistake!" Yuri had naturally assumed that he was still mad regarding the incident.
"I was not displeased because of...That." his jaws tightened, and she immediately looked down again, afraid that she might offend him.
But the next moment, his fingers clasped her chin, sending tingles across her spine and making her look up once more. "Do not engage yourself with any man in the palace, I would not like that."
As if his words were not shocking enough, his next action paralysed her.
The Emperor leaned in and captured her lips with his. The kiss was chaste but heated. Her eyes had fluttered close.
And when she opened her eyes, he was gone.
--++--
And the way Yoongi's lips and tongue devoured her womanhood, Yuri tugged at her restraints, wanting nothing more than to run her hands all over his hair and body
"Ah! Ngh Yoongi!" she released with the cry, beyond exhausted, but still too addicted to his touch to try to stop him.
She barely felt the silk restraints coming off, freeing her wrists. But as soon as she took notice, she did not hesitate to wrap her arms around him.
"I love you, Yuri. I love you like a lunatic, a fucking madman! And I was going mad when I found out that you wished to escape like that!" voice was thick with emotion. And nothing seemed sadder than his voice.
"I'm sorry, I am so sorry! I feared for my brother’s life, Yoongi. I had no choice." she whispered out, feeling fresh tears escaping the corner of her eyes. And that reminded Yoongi to finally let her meet her little brother.
" I love you. You are my life, my world, my beloved."
With that, he parted her legs wider, leaned forward and slid into her. Making her gasp in ecstasy, wrapping her legs around his torso.
For Yoongi, there was no other paradise, it was the fragrance of their love, like jasmines blooming on tropical lands, impregnating the night air. Her body was the sacred soil where his love bloomed in the most beautiful way possible, and where the product of their love shall grow.
"No one would come between us, not anymore," he whispered into her war as he continued to thrust into her, earning silent and strangled screams from her.
His touch was tender, his hands were gentle.
Who would believe, those were the same hands he had strangled his mother with?
