Warnings: Mentions stalking, implied murder, blood and violence.
Princes; Jeongguk
others: PJM&KTY // MYG&JH // KSJ // KNJ //
chapter one
The youngest of the seven princes was often forgotten. Not by his citizens, nor by his brothers, but by his father. The Emperor gave most of his attention to his eldest three sons, the others were just there.
It was frustrating to the youngest boy. Despite having a burning hatred for his father, he still craved his attention, dreaming of one day gaining his approval and praise.
His lack of attention allowed him to roam free, do as he wished without nearly any consequences. Being raised around six elder brothers who took after their father--somehow being worse-- who taught and projected all their faults into their baby brother, left the youngest prince an absolute mess of a human.
The youngest prince was inexperienced in most parts of life. He was gifted and skilled in almost everything he attempted, but he lacked social skills. The only people he had to socialise with were servants who avoided the boy like he was a wild animal, and his brothers who weren’t exactly the best influence on the young boy.
His lack of social skills and understanding the difference between certain emotions led to his obsession with the cook’s daughter.
Jeongguk had fallen in love with the girl. At least, he thought he had. He hadn’t met a girl his age, most being much older than him, and she wasn’t ugly. So it wasn’t a surprise that the young prince had developed a crush on the peasant girl.
He wasn’t sure how to approach her, so he settled on just watching her. He watched her help with the cooking, the cleaning, sewing— she even helped out in the stables.
The more he watched her, the more infatuated he became.
And then he found out she was engaged.
And that just simply wouldn’t do.
She was his after all.
Jeongguk managed to find her fiancé, a farmer not much older than he was. He was ugly, scrawny and dirty. Nothing about him could be deemed worthy enough for her, and yet she loved him. She was head over heels for the feral farmer.
It just simply wouldn’t do.
He couldn’t make a scene. He still had an image to uphold, but he couldn’t just let another man take what was his.
It was the night of their wedding that the prince snapped, unable to cope with the anger boiling inside his chest. He didn’t mean his actions. Well, not entirely.
They had to learn their lessons. You can’t just steal from your prince so easily.
“Do you know what the punishment for theft is?” The prince sneered, towering over the two bowing forms.
When he received no answer he sighed, unsheathing his sword and twirling its handle expertly between his fingers.
“Usually,” he began, crouching down. “I’d just cut off your hands.” He murmured, tapping the blade against the farmers hands before he turned to his new wife.
“But you stole something priceless, and I think it’s only fair that I get yours.”
He was speaking gibberish. The woman was sobbing as she begged the prince to let them go, neither of them had stolen a thing. They were innocent. Her pretty wedding attire was soiled, the muddy ground staining the cheap materials.
“Eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth— heart, for a heart.” He taunted.
“You’re literally a baby Min Yoongi.” You teasingly insulted as he nestled his head warmly into your chest. The only thing illuminating being the television playing a sappy yet interesting romcom.
“A baby for cuddlingmmgirlff?” You erupted in laughter, “I can’t hear you when you’re suffocating yourself Min.”
Sighing he resorted to laying on his side, legs tangled in yours lazily draping his arm over your waist. His head still rests on your chest, he presses his ear closely relaxing to your pumping heartbeat. “I said, hmm-“ he pulled you closer taking in your body heat, inhaling your body wash scent. “I’m a baby Just for cuddling my girlfriend?”
“No, you’re a baby for being obsessed with my chest.” You toyed with his dark silky tresses, letting the movie capture your attention again.
Playfully he nudged your breast with his rounded button nose. “If that makes me a baby, i don’t want to be an adult.” He jokes, creeping his comfortably warm hand up your nightshirt.
“Ah Ah Ah Min, not tonight we’ve been fucking like rabbits since the AM all because it’s your day off.” You tried to ignore his pouted face, his jutted lip always gets you in times like these. As far as he was concerned, he made the most of his day and he planned to do the same with the night.
“But we don’t have to fuck, just let me see them.” He begged sincerely, jokingly just to creep on his nerves you ignored his seemingly innocent request by turning up the television ignoring his pleading gaze.
“Y/n, please! I won’t ask again!” Giggling at his desperation you lost the little game you tried to play. “You’re a damn lie Min Yoongi.” He lifted your shirt a bit higher, determined for what he wanted.
“C’mon y/n you know I’ll make it enjoyable...”
You rolled your eyes, meeting his gaze.
“You won’t bother me about it for the rest of the night?”
With that he sighed pulling himself up on his elbow, “well, y/n if it bothers you that much we don’t have to do anything you know that r-” you ceased his respectful rant by removing the shirt, leaving you nude from the waist up. Your bottom half hidden under blankets.
“Fuck, I’m so lucky.”
Since you two first started being intimate, it wasn’t hard to notice his strong attraction to your chest, he’d kneed and nurse you all day if you let him.
Almost instantly he began kissing and nipping over the bruises he’d left earlier. “So good y/n.”
He collected saliva from his tongue, using his fingers to give the other bud attention while he latched onto the one closest to him.
Suckeling and nibbling only as hard as you’d let him. Yoongi was in his own personal paradise nestled into you, suckeling his eyes fluttered shut.
Removing with a comedic pop just to replace his lips back. “Waiting for milk?” You joked watching his cheeks turn deep pink. He chose not to respond.
Grabbing you wrist he brought your hand to his hair, asking for your sweet caress.
“You act like you want to sleep this way?” You teased brushing hair from his dark eyes. He nodded, nipple perched between his supple lips. “You’re lucky I love you.” He smiled closing his eyes, finding a good pace.
For Anon. I did mostly Demon BTS for my Demon AU (Search tag “Story: 666 So Fresh” if you wanna read it) so I did the non dark/demonic characters here with no particular sin in mind. Hope you like it, anon!
Just don’t do the shits. Don’t take. Don’t claim as your own. Ok? Thanks fam.
“A thief, how pitiful.” The prince droned, inspecting his nail beds, not even sparing a glance to the elderly man bowing by his feet.
“Were you trying to get caught?” The other snorted, hands behind his back as he bent over the crumpled body.
Both the princes were grinning, and despite the innocent display it gave off, people had quickly learnt that it was anything but. The two princes would tag team, tormenting and picking apart whoever they pleased, all while keeping the innocent, child-like smiles on their lips.
“Taehyung, do you think he was trying to get caught?” Jimin pouted, looking at his younger brother.
The younger boy pursed his lips, dropping his hands behind his lanky frame. He crouched down, the materials of his clothes pooling around him.
“I believe so, Hyung. Such a tiny object should have been so easily hidden.” The younger answered as he plucked the silver from the mans trembling hands. “And so little. What did you plan to get with this?” He scoffed, standing up.
“Should we report this to our father?” The younger hummed, looking to his shorter, older brother who faked thought.
The man, shivering on the floor, almost melted in relief at the mention of his emperor. He was a terrifying ruler, but his sons were worse.
“No, I think he has better things to tend to,” Jimin decided, his fingers wrapping around the hilt of his sword. “I think we should take care of such menial matters, don’t you?”
The younger nodded in agreement, already having unsheathed his own sword. He placed the tip of the cool metal under the man's chin, forcing him to look up at his princes.
“Don’t worry, we aren’t going to kill you.” He cooed, pressing the point slightly harder drawing a small trail of blood. “Just teaching you a valuable lesson, we believe you can learn from this experience.”
The man whimpered, choking on a sob as he tried to thank the young princes. The two grinned, Taehyung coaxing the man off the floor by raising the blade higher.
“Shall we go somewhere more,” He paused, his tongue running over his teeth as he thought. “Somewhere more private for your lesson?”
The next time the elder man was seen in town was months later. His left arm completely gone, only the rounded of his shoulder left, whereas his right arm was cut from the elbow. The poor stitching, courtesy of his dear princes, had become infected.
“I didn’t think people like you could read.” The prince sniggered, arms crossed over his broad chest.
The thick book hit the floor, echoing obnoxiously. The servant bowed his head, shame flooding his features.
The tall prince sauntered over, picking the novel off the floor and inspecting it. A loud sigh rolling past his lips as he turned the paper in his hand.
“You dirtied it.”
“I-I’ll clean it right away your—“
“Are you always so careless with something that doesn't belong to you?” He cut the man off, eyebrow quirking upwards.
The man's face flushed red, his hands going up in surrender as he shook his head violently. “N-no! No of course not, you just surprised me— I was cleaning, I didn't mean to drop it!”
The prince rolled his eyes, tossing the book aside. “Well, it’s tainted now. Why would I read something after your filthy hands destroyed it?” He asked, although it was obvious he didn’t want an answer.
“That,” He began, pointing to the book that had been strewn aside. “Was my favourite. How do you plan on repaying me for damages?”
The man paled, looking between the prince and the book. He looked like he was going to be sick.
Namjoon sighed, his jaw jutting out. He knew the man had no way to repay him. Hell, the book wasn’t even damaged, dusty perhaps, but nothing serious. He hadn’t even read the book before.
“I’m sorry but I-I can’t, your highness.” The man confessed, looking down in humiliation.
“A pity.” Namjoon sighed, the sound of his Ye Do being unsheathed ringing through the library. “I really didn’t want to soil my clothes today.”
Warnings: Mentions of blood, theft, mutilation and violence.
Princes; Hoseok & Yoongi
others; PJM&KTY // KNJ // KSJ // JJK
chapter one
“I didn’t realise our standards seemed so low, Hyung.” The younger prince frowned playfully, making the elder roll his eyes.
“I told you, if you want it done right do it yourself.” The scarred boy reminded, his feline shaped eyes narrowed at the well dressed man ahead.
The two perfectionists stood with arms crossed and eyes narrowed. Despite their high status, the brothers had worked hard to get what they wanted. They could have easily ridden on their fathers coat tail and got what they wanted, but they had decided they wanted to be praised for actually doing well.
And yet, here they were losing all their glory to a stable boy.
“I didn’t think he had the guts to go against us.” Hoseok admitted, fascination coating his words.
They had struck up a deal with the young boy, but it wasn’t going the way they had wanted it to. Not only did the boy mess up and change their work, but he took all the credit. The peasant couldn’t even read, how in God’s name was he writing poetry?
“This was all your idea.” Yoongi sighed, licking his lips as he watched the peasant lap up the attention. “You fix it.”
The younger sighed dramatically, but agreed. He was younger after all, he didn’t get to deny his elders. Besides, it was true. This was his mistake, he should be the one to take care of it.
Besides, he knew his brother would be there helping him. The marred boy could never turn down the opportunity of violence.
“You did well, stable boy.” Hoseok praised, a warm smile on his lips.
The young boy shrank back, his malnourished body quivering. “T-thank you Sir.”
Hoseok nodded, leaning against the wooden posts.The stables was one of his favourite places to go, once he could get past the smell of shit.
He waved his fingers, silently telling the boy to go back to his job. He quickly obeyed, the teen rushing to clean out one of the many horse stalls.
“A shame you didn’t mention anything about the writers.” The prince sighed, playing with the ends of his long dark hair. “You’re very lucky I’m far more lenient than my brother.”
The boy turned, eyes wide. He attempted to spit out an excuse but his tongue betrayed him. Instead his head dropped in shame.
“But unfortunately, not lucky enough.” Hoseok continued, pushing off the wall and sauntering over to the short boy. “My older brother saw it all.” He admitted, tsking.
The stable boy wheezed, seeming to have lost the ability to breathe as he dropped to his knees. His back crumbled over, laying in a bowing position as apologises spewed past his dirty lips.
Hoseok rolled his dark eyes, glancing over his shoulder with a grin. “Oh dear boy, it’s far too late for that now.”
Yoongi traipsed into the stables, a disgusted look painting over his usual disinterested expression. The shorter brother rarely ventured to the stables, or outside at that. He rathered the comfort of his room and bed.
Hoseok glanced at his brother, quirking an eyebrow at the small blade in his pale hand. The elder shrugged, holding the handle out.
Warnings: Mentions of blood, implied mutilation and violence.
Princes; Seokjin
others: PJM&KTY // MYG&JH // JJK // KMJ
chapter one
If there was one thing the eldest prince was known for, it was his inhumanly good looks. He was six years old when his father finally revealed his identity, and even at such a young age he was praised for his beauty.
And yet, here he sat, watching another get his treatment? Ridiculous really.
It would seem ridiculous that a prince of his calibre was jealous of a woman getting praised for her youthful looks. But what about him?
Prince Seokjin had a unique beauty to him. Not entirely masculine like the youngest of the seven, Jeongguk, and not entirely soft and feminine like Jimin. He was his own make.
Soft skin and plush lips, a nose that rounded at the tip— some of his features were soft and pretty, almost womanly to some. But his wide, unwavering eyes and sharp jaw, paired off with his broad shoulders, long neck and prominent Adam's apple, just went on to prove he also had physical masculinity.
And yet, he was still going unpraised.
The woman wasn’t anything special in his opinion. He personally thought she looked just like every other woman . She clearly held no status, not dressed like that. Her skin was somewhat clear, but dark. She was a worker. Nothing was striking about the girl, and this caused him greater frustrations.
Why isn’t he getting any attention?
Heaving himself out of his seat, Seokjin all but glided across the room toward the woman. Those surrounding her quickly dispersed, the hard look settled on his features was enough for them to know he wasn’t in a good mood.
Unfortunately, the girl had her back to him and didn’t see the venomous look he was practically drilling into her skull. Instead, when she turned and acknowledged his presence, a sweet smile was on his lips.
He looked different.
The woman was a foreigner from the East. She knew of the seven princes, and had seen the delicate portraits of them all. Even the aura the paintings gave off were cold and stiff, and yet, here in person the prince felt warm and homey.
Which is why she didn’t hesitate when he asked her to follow him.
The door to his room was shut, as usual. But this time, he wasn’t alone. The girl sat awkwardly on his bed watching the prince flutter around his room, both staying silent until he finally spoke up.
“I’m not used to someone else having all the attention,” He began, fingers tapping over the blades that decorated his wall. “And for someone so mediocre at best.”
The girl stayed silent, cheeks bright red.
Seokjin sighed dramatically, spinning on his heel. The heavy materials of his clothes filled the silence before he continued. He waltzed up to the girl, grabbing her chin softly, almost as if he were picking up a shard of glass, forcing the girl to meet his dark gaze.
“Do you think I’m pretty?”
The girl felt her heart leap to her mouth, her tiny body stiffening. She nodded quickly, unable to pry her eyes away from his.
“I think so too,” he grinned, his fingers tightening their hold. “I think I’m incredibly attractive, and I don’t appreciate poor, dirty women taking my attention.”
Seokjin watched as the woman’s eyes filled with tears, her lips trembling as she tried to force out an apology. It was a pitiful sight, almost enough to make the prince reconsider his next course of action.
Almost, but not quite.
Blindly reaching for one of the three weapons on the wall, Seokjin stepped back. He held the light sword an arms length away, the cold tip cutting into the girl's cheek.
Warnings || sub!jungkook, dom!reader, smut, public sex, that’s it. Forgive my mistakes.
Jungkook could make the steamiest of make out sessions adorable, the way he whimpered along your glinting lips his fruitless painful begging almost made you blush.
Jungkook being the competitive individual he is, he was always up for a challenge...so you challenged him to a week of complete sexual abstinence, teasing him about is inability to do so....What a brave one he is, he’s here on week three yearning for release.
You’re of course willing and ready to reward that, but it’s up to him to let his pride fall. Only to be reminded of his position.
“Is this what you wanted Baby?” You held his quivering chin, glistening with perspiration. “Mm, no.” He moaned as you teased his restricted erection, his eyes fluttered from your powerful gaze to your swollen nipples shielded only by the sheer fabric of your tank top.
You knew exactly what he wanted, and he was definitely going to work for it.
“Oh? Well why’d you beg me to come help you skip practice...didn’t d want the boys to see your little mess?” Your hand delved into his baggy pants he’d left a wet patch at the front of his briefs.
“I-I just made the mess.” He stumbled over his statement leaning onto your shoulder, the small space of the storage closet grew in heat.
“I’m s-s-sorry, mm please can I-” you began to stroke his member, the way his body was reacting he was pathetically close. “What do you say little Bunny, gonna fall off your high horse?” “Fuck not here please y/n.” He sighed having to bury his mouth in the crook of his neck. Hiding his pathetic mummers.
Greedily, he gripped your breasts, Jungkook was hopelessly mesmerized by your chest. As comfort, as a treat, just to get off. He worshiped your breasts and body pathetically.
“Been thinking about me all day?” He nodded with a moan. Such a vocal man in his state of desperate pleasure. “Yes...” he was practically fucking himself into your loose fist.
“Ready to give up and cum?” He groaned as you tighten your grip, “huh? answer me now Kook.” He whimpered into your ear, he put this on himself. His mouth forms silent words he pulls from your shoulder, head back in pleasure. “Mm can I please- y/n stop.” In the midst of his occurring euphoria you removed your hand.
Removing your shirt after, your breast fell free and there Jungkook found his high attaching himself you.
Even the sight of you in such a power stance, his favorite part of you at his reach. He pumped him self with speed, indulging in the familiar taste of your warm soft flesh.
Such a comfort and turn on for the poor boy. He didn’t last much longer spilling himself into his boxers and pants hurting your bud as he quaked.
With the volume Jungkook was using, you’d have some explaining to do. His form jerked with every stream.
“Hush, before were kicked out.” You laughed rushing to get dressed, “mm when we get home- c-can I thank you y/n?” He timidly whimpered.
