becoming the administrator of my late grandmothers estate.
having an accident that had me in the hospital for a week. it’s been six months, and i still have a lot of restorative and reconstructive surgery to go.
i’m writing again.
it might not be a lot. and it might not be good. but it’s happening.
i have some stories to finish. and a taylor swift song inspired one shot to write.
Warnings: Yandere Behavior, Violence, Blood, Character Death, Emotional Manipulation, Hint of Dubious Consent, Unprotected Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Cream Pie, Oral Sex (Female Receiving), Mild Dirty Talk
Pairing: Emperor!Yoongi X Reader
Summary: Court was just a game of politics after all. And you intended to win
Written By: Admin B
Note: This was entirely inspired by Daechwita and everyone should thank A for indulging my madness and encouraging me
“Are you even listening to me?”
You jerk at the sound of your younger sister’s voice, the long carriage ride has made you sleepy. You glance over at her and give her an indulgent smile, “I’m sorry, darling. I can only listen to you wax poetic about his Imperial Highness’ esteemed looks for so long before I lose interest.”
You can’t help but laugh when Ara snaps her fan closed and tries to hit you with it, but you block it with your own fan.
“Stop or you’ll wrinkle your dress!” You giggle, “Then what will his majesty think of you?!”
She sits back in her seat, but you can see her eyes are shining with laughter. She looks positively breathtaking in her pale pink ceremonial dress. Her hair is beautifully styled with pearls and ribbons laced throughout. Her maids really made her as eye catching as possible. When the decree was first announced that all single ladies of marriageable age were invited to the palace on behalf of the imperial princess to find a bride for his majesty, you were concerned. You know Ara had fallen hopelessly in love with the emperor the one and only time she saw him, having begged father to take her to court with him two years prior. Ever since then she had this fairy tale dream in her head that they were meant to be together and you were terribly afraid of her getting hurt.
“He really is beautiful,” her eyes are dreamy as she glances out the carriage window, “did I tell you how his hair is so pale that it practically shines like moonlight?”
“Yes, yes,” the sarcasm clear in your voice, “He is the most handsome and benevolent ruler our land has ever seen!”
“He is,” you sister insists, “even with the scar!”
“He has a scar? I thought that was just a rumor.” You look out the carriage window to see how far you are from the palace. The ride seemed longer than usual, but that could have just been your boredom with the topic. You had no interest in politics - not that that had stopped your father from teaching you - and avoided going to court as much as possible. You had never even been in the presence of the emperor or the imperial princess. Ara had no interest in politics either, but that didn’t stop her dreams of becoming Empress.
“Oh! It’s not a rumor!” Your sister straightens her posture, “There’s a scar that covers his right eye! He got it during the great war when he was still the crown prince.”
“Why didn’t he -”
“Why didn’t he have the Imperial healers treat him and remove the scar?” Your sister cuts you off before you can finish your question, “He wanted a reminder to never show leniency. He was betrayed by some of his own men that weren’t loyal to the crown. He slaughtered not only the betrayers, but also their entire families.”
You furrow your brows and fix the long sleeves of your ceremonial dress, uncomfortable with the emperor’s apparent brutality, “Sounds cruel.”
“It’s not cruel. He had to ensure that no one would try to get revenge. He was protecting our kingdom from those that would try to take it!”
“Of course, of course,” you placate your sister and roll your eyes at her fervent defense of his highness.
“Don’t roll your eyes, I’m terribly sorry everyone can’t be as noble as your dear Namjoon.”
You frown, “First of all, he is Lord Kim and he deserves your respect. Secondly, he isn’t my dear anything. Nothing has been finalized. There has only been talk of marriage, but no contracts are in place.”
Ara scoffs, “Everyone knows he absolutely adores you. His eyes get all big and his cheeks turn bright pink whenever he sees you.”
You smile wistfully and look down at your lap, “He is rather adorable.”
“Mmmhmm and if it was up to him you would already be married and probably with child.”
“Ara, it is impolite to discuss such things.” You scold gently, “What if someone overheard you?”
“Who?” Ara dramatically looks around the carriage before resting back against her seat, “Who can possibly hear us? There is only me and you in this carriage. No one is going to hear us.”
“Still, you need to be appropriate, you cannot slip up at the palace.”
You both sit in silence for a moment, Ara with closed eyes gently fanning herself while you contemplate how to bring up what’s been weighing heavily on your mind. Your younger sister was spoiled and had always gotten her way, even you were guilty of indulging her every whim. You were terribly worried that she would not adjust to court life well. Your understanding was that the women could be even more vicious than the men and you needed to prepare her.
You chew your lip before deciding to broach the delicate topic, “I heard another rumor about your emperor.”
“Mmm… what’s that?” Ara opens one eye to look at you.
“I heard,” you lean forward and lower your voice, “that his harem is… extensive.”
Ara pouts adorably, “It is. Apparently he has over 300 concubines.”
“300? That has to be an exaggeration. No man would want 300 concubines. Although,” you continue quietly, “he is the emperor and a large harem would show off his wealth and power. Does he have a favorite among them?”
“Ugh,” you watch Ara’s eyes darken in anger, “Concubine Nam In-Suk. She is his favored concubine and I heard the only reason she wasn’t named his empress is because Imperial Princess Min would not allow it.”
“Why would the emperor care what his elder sister thinks?” You already know the answers to all these questions, but you hope that asking them will help Ara realize what she needs to do to secure her place as empress. The carriage starts to slow, you were almost to the palace and wouldn’t have much time alone to prepare her going forward and no time alone once you’d arrived.
“She is his advisor and closest confidant. He trusts her with everything.”
“Ara,” you grab your sister’s hand and give her a meaningful look, “It is very important that you gain the favor of Imperial Princess Min. If you have her blessing, you will not be denied. Most of the silly girls will be striving for Emperor Min’s attention, not realizing that the imperial princess is making the final choice.”
Ara nods her head, determined. “I will gain her favor.”
“Also,” you know she will hate what you are about to suggest, but it has to be done, “You need to become friendly with Concubine Nam.”
“Never!” Ara gasps and tries to pull away, “As soon as I’m chosen as empress I will make him disband his harem!”
“Ara, you cannot!” You lean close and let the severity of your demand bleed into your tone, “You must become friendly and show you are not a threat.”
“But I am a threat…” she pushes her lip out in a pout.
You squeeze her hand, “I know, darling. But court politics are not that different from bedroom politics. He will not get rid of his harem just because you demand it. If Concubine Nam thinks she can manipulate and play you, she will be less of a threat. She has his ear and his favor. Let them think you are stupid little girl with stars in her eyes. It will bend them to your will.”
“But,” Ara’s voice is quiet, “I want him to love only me.”
“Oh my beloved Ara,” you hold her close to you, “these things take time. Once you bed him and provide an heir, you will secure your place at his side. He will have to love and cherish only you. How could he not?”
Her smile is blinding when the carriage stops outside the palace gates.
-0-0-0-
“Relax,” you whisper, “you are the most beautiful lady here. You have nothing to fear.”
Ara releases her bottom lip and nods subtly. When you had arrived at the palace earlier that day, you were welcomed inside to a large hall filled with other single young ladies and their chaperones, all from the most prominent families in the kingdom. Imperial Princess Min herself greeted everyone and announced that a welcome banquet would be held that evening. You were then ushered to your rooms where you could refresh yourselves before the evening. The Daisy Courtyard would serve as your temporary home for the next few weeks. It was a smaller courtyard, but it was beautiful and secluded and you were thankful to learn that it was nowhere near the concubine courtyard.
It was almost impossible to remember how quiet the courtyard was now.
Now, in the palace banquet room awaiting the arrival of the emperor for what felt like hours with the crowd growing more restless by the minute, you dearly missed the seclusion. Imperial Princess Min was present, drinking wine and enjoying the performance of the dancers brought in for entertainment. If she was upset with the late arrival of her brother, her face did not show it.
The music abruptly stops and everyone quiets down. The large golden doors at the back of the room are opened and an imperial servant steps in, placing their fisted hand over their heart, they bow and announce, “His Royal Highness, Emperor Min Yoongi, 37th Emperor of the Min Dynasty.”
Everyone immediately bows, giving reverence to the Emperor. He is dressed in the darkest black with gold dangling from his ears, neck, and fingers. His blond hair is pulled up into a high topknot and a black headband is across his forehead.
You notice a beautiful woman trailing a few steps behind him. She is covered in diamonds. They glitter from her shiny black hair down to the long train of her bright purple ceremonial dress. The dress itself is decorated in patterns of golden tigers, matching the pattern of the emperor’s black robe.
By the clenching of Ara’s hands, you realize that this must be Concubine Nam. You discreetly nudge your sister and mouth for her to relax.
The emperor takes his seat on his golden dragon throne, while his favored concubine sits obediently at his feet. His presence is overpowering and you can feel his displeasure radiating throughout the room.
“So… I was told that one of you will be this emperor’s bride and empress consort.” Emperor Min’s voice is deep and controlled, but the underlying fury is unmistakable. You can feel his eyes trail over the room, “Do you really think that one of you will enrapture this emperor? Do you truly believe one of you will become my chosen?”
Everyone is deathly silent, afraid of angering his highness even more. You can feel his penetrating gaze stop on you. You did not dare look upon the face of the emperor. You knew the rules of the court. You keep your eyes lowered and wait for his eyes to move past you.
They don’t.
You can still feel him staring at you and after several silent minutes you hesitantly look up and meet his eyes. You feel your breath catch in your throat. He is startlingly beautiful. His features are delicate but his scar provides him a hint of roguishness that accentuates his already extraordinary beauty.
His gaze is intense and you can feel his angry aura disappear to something unreadable. His dark eyes are burning with something as a devilishly handsome smile spreads across his face.
You quickly lower your eyes and ignore the chill down your spine and the heat spreading across your face. You now understand how your sister could be so enraptured with one look.
The emperor laughs, startling you into looking again. He’s staring at his sister and smiling. You can see Concubine Nam’s face screwed up, but staring at the floor. You look away quickly before he can feel your stare. His voice is filled with warmth and something else, something unsettling, “Maybe this emperor will finally meet his bride amongst the ladies here today. Rise and enjoy the welcome feast.”
Immediately servants present platters of food to the various tables and the music starts again. You ignore the burning gaze you feel on you and direct your attention to Ara.
“Make sure you eat. You have to be strong if you plan to carry the next heir of the kingdom.” You add more food to her plate.
“Yes, yes,” Ara giggles and pushes your hand away, “I could feel him staring in our direction. Did you feel it too?”
You force a smile, “Of course. How could he not stare at you. I told you that you were the most beautiful lady here.”
When it’s your turn to introduce yourselves to the royal family, you make sure to keep your head low and only make eye contact with Imperial Princess Min once you’re allowed to rise. Next to you, your sister does the same, following your example, even as you feel the hot eyes of the emperor on you once again. Ara pays a pretty compliment to the Princess, and you smile proudly when the Princess laughs delightedly and asks for your names.
“Oh, I remember you. And your father.” Princess Min says, a delicate finger resting on her bottom lip. She shares a look with her brother and you can feel the hateful eyes of Concubine Nam on you and your sister. You ignore her. You needed Ara to win over Princess Min before she won the hearts of anyone else. “I look forward to getting to know you once again. Both of you.”
You smile, and bow again before moving on to let the others greet the royal family.
Ignoring the heavy weight of Emperor Min’s gaze, you try to keep your sister distracted and engaged during the remainder of the banquet. For every goblet of wine your sister has, you make sure she also has a goblet of water. You don’t want her embarrassing herself in front of the other eligible ladies. You relax once the emperor’s gaze is no longer focused on you and take the chance to glance towards the throne, noticing the emperor in a deep discussion with his sister. The imperial princess has a strange smile on her face and is nodding her head along to whatever his highness is saying. You also notice that Concubine Nam is nowhere to be seen.
“Where did Concubine Nam go?”
“What?” Ara quickly looks around the large hall, her voice tinged with excitement, “Concubine Nam? His highness must have sent her away.”
"Strange..” you take a delicate bite of the fresh dumplings brought out by the servants, smiling a bit at how excited Ara is to find her possible rival missing, “I thought she never left his side.”
“Well…” Ara is interrupted by the arrival of an imperial maid. The maid bows her head respectively and holds a silver tray with a folded golden parchment.
You grab the parchment and slowly open it, quickly read the contents, fold it and place it back on the tray. “Please tell your mistress we accept.”
The maid bows and scurries away. You watch her go and keep a calm mask on your face, even as your heart is racing. You knew the point of these banquets and festivities was to find the Emperor a bride, but to receive an invitation so quickly… You notice many of the young ladies in attendance are watching and you refuse to show any sort of emotion.
Court was just a game of politics after all. And you intended to win. For Ara.
Ara grabs your hand under the table where no one can see, “What was that about?”
“Ara, did you bring that pretty pale green dress that grandfather gifted you for your birthday last year?” You take a sip of your wine, and keep your tone low.
“Of course.” Ara nods her head and grabs some fruit slices from one of the platters on the table, but by the tenseness of her shoulders, you could feel her excitement. You would have to instruct her on how to hide it better.
“Good. Wear it tomorrow.” You squeeze her hand, “we are invited to the morning meal with Imperial Princess Min.”
-0-0-0-
Imperial Princess Min’s courtyard and private rooms are absolutely gorgeous. Everything is draped in golds and pastels and smells of the fresh flowers that are placed throughout her rooms. The three of you sit at a finely crafted table in her pavilion, the only sounds are the bubbling of the large fountain nearby and the tinkling of the platters of food as they are placed upon the table before you.
“Thank you for joining me this beautiful morning.” Princess Min smiles sweetly at you both, once you rise from your bow, gesturing for a maid to pour tea, “I do hope you enjoy the meal.”
“We are honored to be invited by her majesty for a meal. Thank you.” You bow your head reverently and sit in the chair the maid has pulled out.
“Yes, thank you, your highness.” Your sister follows suit. The plates are quickly set with delicious smelling food, but you can only sip your tea, taking your cue from the princess who has barely glanced at her plate.
“Tell me,” Princess Min takes a dainty sip of tea, “Are you enjoying your time at the palace?”
“It is very beautiful here. We are forever indebted to the emperor and the imperial princess for allowing us to visit.” You keep your voice soft and your sister nods along, her cheeks slightly puffed with the food she has in her mouth.
“And your rooms…” Princess Min continues, directing a maid to put some kimchi on her plate, “are they to your liking?”
“Yes your majesty. The Daisy courtyard is beautiful. Thank you for gracing us with such lovely lodgings.”
The princess inclines her head briefly and smiles, “What do you think of the emperor?”
“Oh, he is wonderful. The best ruler our empire has ever seen.” Ara gushes enthusiastically, “May our emperor live ten thousand years!”
You and Princess Min share a small smile, both seeing that Ara is completely infatuated with his highness. You take a small bite of the delicious food on your plate as Ara continues to praise the emperor.
“And you?” Princess Min interrupts your sister and turns her gaze on you. Her dark eyes are so similar to her brother that it catches you off guard for a moment, “What do you think of the emperor?”
You didn’t understand why but you feel like your answer holds more weight than your sister’s. You lick your suddenly dry lips, smile demurely at the imperial princess and respond as blandly but nicely as possible, “His highness is a most generous and benevolent king.”
“That he is.” Princess Min smiles and glances at your sister, “And what are your thoughts on his harem?”
Your sister is quiet for a moment and you can see her struggling with finding what she wants to say, you gracefully answer for her, “I’m sure my sister would be most grateful to have others help serve the emperor.”
“Yes!” Ara nods eagerly, “I am most grateful that the emperor has many to keep him company.”
Princess Min hides a giggle behind her hand and you tilt your head, curious what could make the Princess giggle like that.
“Indeed. You may be grateful for the… help.”
Your eyes widen but Ara continues to look confused. You share a look with the Princess before she continues, “My brother, the Emperor, has a… healthy appetite.”
As if summoned by your discussion of him, your meal is interrupted by the arrival of a servant stepping into the pavilion, “His Royal Highness, Emperor Min Yoongi, 37th Emperor of the Min Dynasty.”
You and Ara quickly place down your chopsticks and stand from your seats to bow properly.
“You may rise.” The emperor’s voice is deeper than you remember. He is dressed in an informal black robe patterned with crimson lotus flowers. Thick golden necklaces rest against his collarbones and his pale hair is pulled up into another topknot. You notice that his long, golden earrings aren’t as extravagant as the ones he wore the night before. You and Ara quickly return to your seats.
“Here is my darling sister.” The Emperor gently kisses Princess Min’s cheek before sitting in the empty chair that is placed directly across from you by a servant. “I hope you do not mind if I join you three for the morning meal.”
“Imperial Brother I can see right through you.” Princess Min giggles, “You just want to look at my pretty company.”
You feel your breath hitch when the emperor locks eyes with you, a dangerous smile pulling at his full lips, “Can you blame me? I cannot remember the last time I’ve been so enchanted.”
Princess Min smiles and glances between you and your sister, “The sisters are true beauties.”
“Indeed,” The emperor's eyes flicker to your sister before focusing back on you, “It’s refreshing to know that a father did not exaggerate his claims of his daughters’ virtues.”
"Our beauty does not dare compare to the Imperial Princess." Your sister answers perfectly, the flattery clear in her voice. You see the smile spread across Princess Min’s face, clearly pleased with Ara’s answer.
Princess Min and Ara chatter for a while, the emperor occasionally joining the conversation, but his burning gaze never leaves your face. If anyone else notices his attention on you, they dare not mention it. You stay quiet, trying not to draw any attention away from Ara. You are proud of your sister, she is so poised as she engages in conversation with the royals. You were worried she would freeze up, or even worse, prattle on incessantly about nothing. You motion for a servant to refill your teacup and are startled when the emperor waives the servant away, refilling your cup himself. “Please, allow me.”
Everything stops around you at his actions, even the servants seem to freeze in place. You glance at your sister and the imperial princess, both completely in shock at the emperor’s generosity. Although you notice the imperial princess has a look of unbridled delight in her dark eyes.
“Thank you, your grace.” You incline your head and keep your face impassive. Only years of training drilled into you by your tutors prepared you for this. A lady must always be composed and even though you feel like your heart is going to beat out of your chest, you keep calm. You have no idea why his eminence would pour your tea as if he was your servant, but did not dare question his actions.
The silence lasts longer than is socially acceptable and when you dare to look at him, the emperor’s eyes are already focused on you. You can feel Ara’s eyes darting between the two of you, but you can only focus on the emperor. He opens his mouth to say something when your meal is interrupted by several maids rushing into the room. His eyes release you from your trance as he looks away.
You tell yourself that you’re grateful for the interruption.
“Your highness!!!” They all drop to their knees once they see the emperor, their heads touching the ground, “Your highness you must hurry. Concubine Nam has collapsed!”
You glance at the maids in alarm and look back at the emperor, his brows furrowed, “Have the imperial healers been summoned?”
“Of course, your highness.” The head maid answers, rising from her bow. You realize that they must have been the personal maids of Concubine Nam. The other maids remain on their knees, foreheads pressed to the ground.
The emperor turns away from the maids and takes a sip of his tea, dismissing them without words. You watch the head maid bite her lip before taking a step forward, “Please your highness, she is calling for you.”
You can see the displeasure on the emperor’s face. His eyes are angry, but the anger fades when he looks at you. He stares at you for a moment as if he’s waiting for your approval. You swallow and glance at the maids before meeting his gaze, “Your highness, please forgive this lowly maiden for speaking out of turn, but your beloved needs you. You should be at her side.”
“My beloved?” His voice is filled with mirth, and you wonder what is so humorous.
“Yes, your majesty.” You continue, licking your lips. His eyes follow your tongue. “Everyone knows she is your favored concubine. She needs you. You must attend to her.”
“You’re right.” His smile disarms you, again causing your breath to catch. “I must do what my beloved asks of me.”
With a swirl of his black robes, he is gone. The maids and his personal servants trailing behind him.
The silence left by the emperor’s abrupt departure is broken by the tired sigh of the Imperial Princess. “I apologize for Imperial Brother.”
“No, no,” you immediately respond, seeing a forlorn expression on the princess’ face, “It’s alright. Concubine Nam needs him. I do hope she is alright.”
“Yes, hopefully it is nothing serious.” Your sister cannot hide the distaste in her voice at the mention of the concubine.
“Oh, it’s nothing serious.” The princess laughs scornfully, “Concubine Nam always pulls some sort of devious trick whenever she thinks my brother’s attention might be taken away from her.”
You glance in the direction the emperor disappeared, “Does she?”
“Yes. It’s pathetic.”
You choke back a giggle when the princess rolls her eyes and instantly feel yourself relax.
“She thinks she has my brother wrapped around her finger. Always throwing a tantrum or faking some sort of illness.” She sneers and shakes her head, looking at you as if confiding something, “Several months ago, when I first spoke to my brother about finding a potential bride, I thought for sure that she would do something then, but it looks like the little bitch was just biding her time.”
“That is terrible.” If Ara is shocked at the vulgar language used by the princess, her face doesn’t show it. She is calm and poised and while you know she has a million questions she wants to ask, she is keeping her composure until the two of you are alone in your courtyard. “Hopefully his highness sees through her tricks.”
“She’s not half as clever as she thinks she is. He knows exactly what she is doing, but he indulges her.”
“I’m sure his majesty has his reasons,” you smile at the princess, “have faith in your brother.”
Princess Min stares at you, a contemplative look on her face. You don’t know what she is looking for, but after a few quiet moments she smiles beautifully, “Yes. Of course, you’re right. I have faith in the emperor. He was chosen by the gods to rule our kingdom.”
“May he live ten thousand years.” Ara says solemnly. You and Princess Min murmur in agreement.
“Still,” Princess Min’s voice is resolute as she gestures for a maid to refill her tea cup, “Concubine Nam cannot be trusted. Be careful.”
You sip your tea, pushing thoughts of the emperor’s dark eyes to the back of your mind and wonder just how much danger your sister is in.
-0-0-0-
When you return to your courtyard, servants are rushing around packing your trunks..
“Excuse me,” you feel bad interrupting one of the maids, but you have no idea what is going on and can’t help but fear the worst, “what is happening?”
“My lady,” the maid bows her head, “we have orders to move you and your sister to the Golden Bell courtyard.”
You frown and watch the servants continue to carry out your things, Ara clutches your hand, “On whose orders?”
“His Royal Highness.”
“As you were.” You dismiss the maid and turn towards Ara. You can see the excitement in her eyes. She’s practically vibrating. You nod for her to follow you out to the main yard where an imperial carriage is waiting to take you to your new courtyard.
“Sister,” She whispers, “The Golden Bell Courtyard. That’s closer to Imperial Princess Min’s private courtyard.”
“I know.”
-0-0-0-
The Golden Bell Courtyard is stunning. The main yard is filled with the fragrant Golden Bell flowers and the rooms were at least twice the size of your previous courtyard. Ara is practically giddy with excitement as she throws herself down on the large bed in the room you chose.
“He must already be in love with me.”
“Why wouldn’t he be?” You were surprised Ara was able to contain herself until the servants left.
“Everything is so luxurious.”
“It is.” You sit yourself at the fancy dressing table in the corner of the room and check your reflection in the bronzed mirror, “You should get used to this.”
Ara giggles and snuggles into the soft bedding. You watch her through the mirror and smile at her behavior. She was still so young and you wish you could shelter her forever. You still worried about her marrying into the imperial family, but you felt a little better knowing that Imperial Princess Min seems to have warmed to her. “You need to thank his majesty at tonight’s banquet.”
“Of course.” Your sister smiles and throws a soft goose feather pillow in the air, “I will make sure to thank him for his hospitality.”
-0-0-0-
Unfortunately, Emperor Min is not at the banquet that night. In fact, you were informed, for the next fourteen days he would not be attending any of the events Imperial Princess Min had scheduled.
You can tell the princess is upset. Her smile seems a little more strained and while she is able to handle everything as a hostess should, you can tell she is very stressed about whatever the emperor is currently handling. You have a strong suspicion it is related to Concubine Nam, but it is not your place to ask questions so you remain quiet. You do, however, try your best to help where you can, becoming a steadfast and loyal companion to her majesty, continuing to have meals with her whenever she requests and spending many afternoons in her pavilion with her. She would ask your opinions of the young ladies from the different households and tell you about what would be required of the empress consort. As the days moved along, the princess dismissed more and more of the potential brides for his majesty until only a handful were left. You were pleased that Ara seems to be the favorite.
You sit across from the Imperial Princess. She sent you a note at the morning meal requesting you to join her in her plum blossom garden this afternoon. You can tell the princess is upset. Her lips are pursed and her fingers are white as she grips her cup of tea tightly. You're afraid the delicate cup might crack.
“Your majesty’s plum blossom garden is beautiful. It must be the most fragrant and lovely plum blossom garden in all of the empire.”
Imperial Princess Min gives you a soft smile. She dismisses the servants and they step back so they are out of hearing range, but close enough to see if her highness requires anything.
“Concubine Nam is with child.”
You are silent for a moment. You keep yourself composed and don’t dare show your thoughts on your face. Your mind is frantically trying to process what this means. How could this have happened? What does this mean for Ara?
You swallow and gently speak, “Princess Min, please forgive this simple one for questioning, but I thought it was against the imperial law for a concubine to bear children?”
“It is.” Princess Min throws her tea cup on the ground in anger, two imperial maids rush over to clean up the shattered mess and prepare another cup of tea for her majesty. Once the servants step away, the Princess continues, “She stopped drinking the herbal tea the day my brother agreed to find a bride.”
“Will Concubine Nam be punished?” You don’t look at the princess when you ask, you focus on the full cup of tea in front of you.
“If she is punished, it won’t be until after she gives birth.” Princess Min takes a small bite of sweet cake, “The little bitch thinks the emperor will make her his empress consort.”
“Will he?”
“No,” Princess Min gives you a reassuring smile, “He will choose someone most deserving.” Her eyes shift as she stares at you until you feel you have to look away. “He’s been diligently working on preparing everything for his chosen consort. That and this unfortunate incident with Concubine Nam has kept him busy.”
You feel relief to know that Concubine Nam’s schemes do not seem to be working. And from the knowing smile the princess gives you, you feel elated that Ara will definitely be chosen as the consort. “What of the child?”
“The child will be recognized as a prince of the kingdom, but not an heir. Only the Empress can provide an heir.” Princess Min still looks unhappy, “I hope this won’t affect things going forward.”
It almost sounds like a question, as if she’s asking you if it will affect things. But you know that can’t be. You release a breath you didn’t know you were holding. This news will be upsetting to Ara, but not all is lost. This can still be salvaged. She could still marry and become the empress. Her child will still be the rightful heir. “No, I’m sure my sister will love any child that his highness produces.”
“Oh, yes, of course your sister would.” Princess Min gives you a curious smile, her dark eyes shining as if she’s amused. She takes your free hand in hers, “I hope I can request your confidence in this matter.” She says and gives your hand an almost too tight squeeze, “This must not be told to anyone.”
“Of course,” You nod your head solemnly, “I won’t say a word.”
-0-0-0-
The Emperor continues to absent himself from any events involving the possible consorts for the next several days. Even though it had yet to be announced, you knew he had already decided on an empress consort, therefore he did not need to attend any of the lavish events and parties his sister had scheduled. Though as the days progress and nothing more happens, you grow more and more concerned over Ara’s position until finally you are moved again to an even larger, more extravagant courtyard.
The Mugunghwa Courtyard.
The Mugunghwa Courtyard was reserved for the empress consort and is located directly next to the emperor’s private courtyard. The servants treat you and your sister like royalty, you are given the same respects the emperor and his sister are provided. Ara is enjoying the envious glares she receives from the other ladies and you allow her to enjoy her victory, but remind her to be polite and courteous to the servants because they will be her eyes and ears to what is happening in the other courtyards(including the harem).
Soon after you’re comfortably moved into the Mugunghwa Courtyard, the gifts begin arriving. Some days when you return to your rooms after the festivities, you find fresh Mugunghwa flowers on your bed. One morning you wake up and find a bottle of sweet perfumed oil. You know that it isn’t uncommon for a groom to bestow gifts upon his bride’s family, but you’re a little uncomfortable as the days progress and the gifts become more elaborate. Silk slippers, golden hairpieces, diamond necklaces… it’s all too much. Ara has also been receiving small gifts, flowers and oils. You don’t know why, but you don’t mention the jewelry or clothing to her.
You continue to spend time with Imperial Princess Min, her personal servants would invite you, and only you, to have a private audience with her almost daily. Once, you asked her where the emperor was, as you had not seen him since breakfast almost a week ago. She had smiled at you as if you’d said the one thing she longed to hear, and informed you he’d been out of the palace. Taking care of business. But assures you that he would return soon.
“If you would like, we can invite him to breakfast again.” She takes your arm and giggles, as if breakfast with her brother is against the rules. “But I might get jealous if my soon-to-be sister pays more attention to my brother than me.”
Your heart soars at her words. This is practically confirmation that Ara will be chosen!
She keeps you updated on the goings on with Concubine Nam. The child is growing strong, and Concubine Nam has already started showing a small bump on her otherwise perfect body. While you never wish harm on anyone, you cannot hide your small sense of satisfaction when you're told that Concubine Nam is visibly distraught over the fact that the emperor has not once visited her since she collapsed.
You are still very concerned about Ara finding out about the pregnancy. You have kept your word and stayed silent on the matter, but you know Ara’s bubble of happiness will burst once she is made aware. You spend many of your days touring the multiple gardens of The Mugunghwa Courtyard in contemplation, trying to decide if you should tell Ara what is happening.
You’re taking a leisurely stroll in the hibiscus garden when you suddenly feel like you’re being watched. This happens most days when you’re alone in the gardens, but no one is ever around so you dismiss it as your imagination. You startle when you hear the emperor’s deep voice call your name.
You spin around quickly and meet the burning gaze of the emperor. He’s dressed in his signature black robe, but this one is patterned with dark blue koi fish. His pale hair is pulled back in a low ponytail with a black headband across his forehead. Today he is wearing one long golden earring and a heavy golden choker around his throat.
You briefly wonder if he would adorn his Empress in so much gold.
“Your highness!” You immediately remember yourself and bow low.
You are still bent low and staring at the ground when you see a long black robe come into view. You feel a gentle finger under your chin and your head is tilted up until you’re standing again and staring directly up into the emperor’s perfect face.
He continues to stare at you, his eyes swirling with emotion. His finger moves from your chin to rub along your bottom lip and your eyes close involuntarily. He leans closer and you can smell the clean scent of his skin. You feel his breath on your lips…
The sound of a throat clearing jolts you. You snap your eyes open and immediately step away from the emperor’s personal space. Emperor Min is glaring heatedly at a eunuch who is standing several feet behind him. The eunuch looks apologetic, but you are grateful.
“Your majesty, are you also here to tour the gardens?” You can feel your cheeks heat and you absentmindedly smooth out your dress. “The hibiscus garden is especially fragrant this time of year.”
His eyes are gentle when he looks at you. He gives you a soft smile, “No. I am here to see you.”
“Me? I do not know what I have done to deserve your attention. How can I help his majesty?”
Emperor Min’s voice is serious, “You deserve more than my attention. You deserve everything.”
You turn away from his penetrating gaze, focusing on a nearby flower, “Your highness has been very kind to me and my sister. I cannot thank you enough.”
“Do not thank me.” The emperor chuckles, “I am a king. I always have an ulterior motive.”
You realize he is most likely speaking of Ara. As Ara’s elder sister, you know you have the most influence over her and her opinions. He is trying to gain your favor so she will be more likely to accept his suit, but he must know that Ara is already in love with him. Princess Min would never keep that information from him.
“I have a gift for you.”
“Another gift?” You look up at his handsome face, “I couldn’t possibly accept anything else. You’ve been so generous already.”
Faster than you can blink, his face is so close to yours, you can feel the brush of his lips as he speaks, his hand on your chin and eyes locked with yours.
“I am the emperor. It is my divine right to give what I want, and to take what I want. Do you understand?”
You blink and quickly lower your eyes, unable to bow your head, “Yes, your highness.”
He moves away and you catch yourself before you can stumble from the suddenness of it all.
“Eunuch Ki.” Emperor Min gestures and the eunuch steps forward holding a small wooden box, golden dragons painted on it. Eunuch Ki opens the box and you cannot stop your gasp when the contents are revealed. A beautifully hand carved jade bracelet is nestled within. You can see that your name is engraved in it along with the symbols of beauty and love.
Emperor Min holds out his hand, waiting for you to give him yours. You place your hand in his and watch quietly as he gently pushes up the sleeve of your dress. His hand is so much larger than yours and you shiver when his thumb gently rubs along your wrist.
Eunuch Ki hands him the bracelet and he tenderly clasps it around your wrist.
“Perfect.”
You feel something inside you stir, “It’s lovely.”
“Not as lovely as the wrist it adorns,” he meets your eyes, “it becomes you.”
You know you should pull away, part of you desperately wants to pull away. But he is the Emperor, and you know better.
“Ara loves her gifts too!” You blurt out, trying desperately to control the way your heart is pounding.
His face scrunches in thought and he tilts his head, “Ara… yes. Your sister. I’m glad she enjoys her gifts as well.” He raises your hand, flips it in his, and places a kiss on the inside of your wrist, lips brushing the cool jade beads. “Don’t take it off.” He commands, before leaving you alone once more.
-0-0-0-
After that, you did not go into the gardens alone, always making sure Ara or Princess Min is with you. While you never did run into the Emperor in the gardens again, you still sometimes felt his burning gaze on you, but when you looked around, he was never there.
Today, you and Ara are staying in your own courtyard. You feel that both of you need a break from court. You know you certainly do. You have already had your morning meal in your rooms and were currently relaxing in one of the many drawing rooms. You smile as Ara pricks her finger again on her needlework. “Be careful Ara. A lady's hands should be soft and delicate.”
You can’t hide your laughter at the adorable glower she gives you. “Why do I have to do this? When I’m empress, I’ll have the royal seamstresses do this for me.”
“It’s a good skill to have and maybe your husband would want a personalized gift from you.”
Ara pouts but doesn’t say anything else. You sit in comfortable silence, her trying to embroider and you snacking on small sweet cakes. The days seem to be getting slightly cooler and you were appreciative. You didn’t know how long this consort selection was going to take, but you were already longing for home. You had written several letters to your father, letting him know of Ara’s progress and wanting to hear any news from home. You were hoping maybe your marriage to Lord Kim would be finalized, but unfortunately, there was no news about that. Your father seemed to avoid mentioning Lord Kim at all. As for Lord Kim himself, you sent him a few brief letters asking after his health and wellbeing, but had yet to receive a response. He was normally very quick to reply to your letters, but you brushed off his lack of response due to the fact that he must be very busy.
Your musings are interrupted by the arrival of several imperial servants and a finely dressed eunuch. They are carrying two large golden trunks and place them down in front of you and your sister. The eunuch steps forward and bows low.
“My ladies,” You recognize the eunuch as the emperor’s most trusted servant, Eunuch Ki, the one who was at his side in the hibiscus garden, “His Royal Highness would be most pleased if the mistresses would accept his gifts.”
You and Ara share a look and you quickly stand from the soft, golden sofa, “Thank you, Eunuch Ki. We are honored to receive gifts from his eminence.”
The large golden trunks are opened and you can hear Ara’s gasp of delight. The emperor has provided each of you a ceremonial dress made of fine, silk fabric and beautiful hair ornaments. Ara’s dress is a gorgeous light blue patterned with silver butterflies. The matching hair ornament is a hair pin styled in beautiful swirls of silver and jade, a single butterfly resting on top.
Your dress is colored a rich gold and patterned with black mandarin ducks, diamonds line the long sleeves and train. The matching hair ornament is also a hair pin, but it looks to be solid gold with two mandarin ducks resting on top of a bed of orchids made out of diamonds. You hesitate at the pattern on the dress, unsure if this is a mistake.
“If it pleases the mistresses, his highness requests you wear his gifts to the Grand Banquet tomorrow evening.”
“Of course, we would be delighted.” Ara beams at Eunuch Ki when you don’t respond right away, your eyes still focused on the pattern on your dress.
“Eunuch Ki,” you follow him to the entrance of the drawing room, your voice quiet so others cannot overhear, “I feel there might be a mistake.” You gesture to your dress and your eyes flicker towards an oblivious Ara.
Eunuch Ki eyes you for a moment, his look is heavy and almost pitying, “The Emperor does not make mistakes.”
You swallow hard and nod at Eunuch Ki, closing the door behind him and turn to look at Ara. She’s already holding the dress up against herself and admiring it in the mirror.
The Emperor might not make mistakes, but you were beginning to think you had.
-0-0-0-
You slowly make your way towards the courtyard of the imperial princess. After Eunuch Ki had left last night, you received a summons from the Imperial Princess. She requested you to meet her for afternoon tea the following day before the grand banquet.
This side of the palace was oddly quiet. You knew that everyone was preparing for the grand banquet, so all the activity would be much livelier near the grand banquet hall. You had yet to see that hall, apparently it was large enough to hold all the noble families of the kingdom comfortably.
When you enter her private pavilion, Imperial Princess Min is reclining on a giant resting sofa, a servant girl fanning her.
“Your highness.” You bow your head reverently and wait for her to receive you.
She smiles beautifully and sits up, her dark eyes shining beautifully, as she holds her hands out to you, “I’m so glad you are here.”
“Your Highness flatters me.” You go to her, smiling as you take her hands in your own before releasing them to gesture to the ornately carved tea table in the corner, “Afternoon tea?”
“Yes, we have much to discuss.” Princess Min stands up and elegantly makes her way to the table, you follow obediently behind her. Once you are both seated, Princess Min gestures for a servant to pour tea.
“Are you excited for tonight’s banquet?” Princess Min takes a sip of her tea, “I’m so very excited and the banquet isn’t even for me.”
“Of course, tonight is a grand occasion. It deserves to be celebrated properly.” You swallow a sip of tea and look around the beautiful pavilion. “Thank you so much for the hospitality you have shown my sister and I. Your kindness will never be forgotten.”
Princess Min smiles at you and chatters about the drama currently happening in the harem courtyard, Concubine Nam was still holding hope that Emperor Min would choose her as his bride, while the other concubines were furious over her blatant violation of the rules. You listen and chime in when necessary, indulging in Princess Min’s love for gossip.
“What would you do with Concubine Nam and the harem?” Princess Min asks you, her voice curious, “How would you handle this entire scandal?”
“Well,” You ponder over her question for a moment. She had asked you similar questions before, but usually about how you would handle this political issue or that. Never one quite so close to home. You take another sip of tea, deciding how to answer without offending her, “an example would have to be made.”
“What kind of example?” Princess Min tilts her head slightly, her dark eyes swirling with something, “if you had the power, what would you do?”
“If I had the power?” You gesture for a servant to pour you another cup of tea and laugh softly, “If I had the power, my husband would not have a harem at all.”
Princess Min stares at you, her eyes practically glowing, “No harem? A normal man would not agree to your terms.”
You smile, “I will not marry just any man. I will marry a man solely devoted to me.”
The Princess giggles beautifully, “I love your way of thinking.”
“Well,” you giggle along with the princess, “My way of thinking isn’t something that is approved of. Luckily for his majesty, Ara will gladly allow him his harem.”
The princess quiets down and gestures for a servant to place a small, sweet cake on both of your plates. Her smile is sweet, “Tell me…”
“Hmm?” You tilt your head in question and take a small sip of tea.
Princess Min’s voice is light and soft, “when are you going to stop playing ignorant?”
You still completely, your stomach bubbling with dread. You keep your face calm and composed, but your heart is beating rapidly. After a brief silence, you question, “Pardon? Whatever do you mean?”
“You’re a very clever woman, it’s why I like you so much.” Her sweet smile never leaves her face, but her eyes are dark and cold. “You know exactly what I mean.”
“No,” You keep your voice firm, “I do not know what you mean at all.”
Princess Min’s smile widens, but her dark eyes are unsettling, “Did you enjoy Imperial Brother’s latest gift?”
You slowly set your tea cup on the table, “His highness gives the most thoughtful gifts, we are forever in his debt.”
“You know, he chose the pattern and colors himself.”
“About that,” you lick your lips before continuing, “Eunuch Ki gave me the golden dress by mistake.”
“Oh you are good. For someone who claims they have no interest in court or politics, that is. Though you need a little more training before you sit in on a council.” The Princess takes a bite of cake, her eyes flashing, “I don’t recommend playing dumb with me, however.”
“I don’t know what you could possibly mean.”
The Princess ignores your remark, “Have you heard of my betrothed? Prince Regent Jung Hoseok. He’s the general of the Imperial Army.”
“Of course,” your mind frantically tries to understand where the connection is, “He has helped the emperor win many battles.”
“Did you know that he was betrothed before?”
You shake your head, but don’t reply. You have no idea what this discussion has to do with the emperor’s gifts, but you didn’t dare interrupt or question her.
“He grew up in the palace here with Imperial Brother and I. My father, the emperor at the time, practically raised him as one of his own. He was Imperial Brother’s companion and also to be his general in war. I had been in love with him since I was very young. He was all I ever wanted.” Princess Min Glances off into the distance, as if she’s reminiscing, “For his outstanding work as the General of the Imperial Army, my father gifted him a marriage to a nobleman’s daughter... Lord Tokko’s only daughter, Yeong.”
Lord Tokko’s name was vaguely familiar to you, you had heard your father mention him a few times. As for his daughter, you had never heard of this woman, but by the tone of Princess Min’s voice and the frown on her face, you know it was someone that the princess did not like.
“The Prince Regent agreed to the marriage, he actually cared for her, thought himself to be in love,” The princess scoffs and takes a small sip of tea, “It was not hard for me to get my father to agree to have Lady Yeong come to the palace to serve as a friend and companion for me.”
“She was one of the kindest, sweetest, young women I had ever met.” The Princess locks eyes with you, “So trusting that even as she lay dying, it never crossed her mind that I was the one that poisoned her.”
You're quiet for several moments, trying to gather your thoughts. Your voice is a little shaky when you finally ask, “Why are you telling me this?”
Princess Min ignores you once again, “We thought the sickness had skipped my brother. It usually only manifests itself in the women in my family, my grandmother had it too, you know?”
“What sickness?” You are growing more alarmed. The Princess was revealing information and secrets that you should not know and you did not understand her reasoning.
Again, Princess Min ignores you, continuing her story as if she were a player on stage and you the enraptured audience, “He never showed any symptoms, not a care in the world for anyone but himself. The closest he came was Concubine Nam, but nothing serious ever happened with her. He would never make her his consort, so I knew she wasn’t the one.”
“Imagine my elation when you finally arrived. You have turned out to be all we hoped for and more.” Princess Min smiles at you beautifully, her dark eyes shining almost manically, “The moment he saw you, your fate was sealed.”
Before today, having Princess Min’s confidence made you feel warm and welcomed. Now you only feel dread.
“I.. I...” You lick your too dry lips and stumble over your words, your composure crumbling in the wake of the Imperial Princess’ confession, “I am to be married to Lord Kim. My father is working out the contracts.”
“Lord Kim?” The princess giggles, “My brother wanted to strip him and his family of their lands and titles, but I was able to talk him back from that.”
“I don’t understand.” You feel cold all over.
“Yes, you do.” The princess gestures and a maid comes forward holding a silver tray, the princess grabs the small bundle of letters and tosses them on the table, “You’re lucky that I was able to intercept these before Imperial Brother read them. If he knew you were writing to another man, he would have Lord Kim beheaded.”
You’re quiet, staring at the letters you wrote to Lord Kim asking after his health. The letters he never received. Too much was going through your mind. What about Ara?
“My father-”
“Your father has already agreed and I was able to have Imperial Brother gift a marriage to Lord Kim.” Princess Min’s voice is pleasant, as if she's discussing the weather, “Your sister will be his bride.”
You stand abruptly from the table, your chair clattering to the floor behind you. You feel shaken and terrified. You knew something was off, but you were hoping, praying, you were wrong.
“Please excuse me, your majesty.” You step back from the table, your eyes slightly glassy, “I need to rest before tonight’s banquet.”
“Please, call me Ji-Soo…,” The princess smiles at you, her dark eyes are filled with what you now recognize as madness, the same look found in the emperor’s eyes when he looks at you,
“..We’re family after all.”
-0-0-0-
When you arrive back at your courtyard, your mind is still struggling to comprehend what is happening. You rush past the servants and lock yourself in your room. You stare at the beautiful golden dress laid out on your bed, the diamonds twinkling as if mocking you. It wasn’t supposed to be this way. Ara is supposed to be empress.
You slide to the floor, your back against the door. This wasn’t supposed to happen. You stare at the dress, but your mind isn’t focused on it. You’re trying to think, trying to plan. What are you supposed to do? You don’t even entertain the thought that your father will save you. You have no choice. Emperor Min holds all the power.
You don’t realize that hours have passed with you staring blankly at the dress until the servants knock on your door. “My lady, we are here to prepare you for the banquet.”
“I don’t need help to prepare. Please leave me.”
“My lady,” The voice of the maid is trembling, fearful, “The emperor insists.”
You swallow and stand, your legs shaky. You open the door and stare at the servants, they are terrified. Terrified of the emperor, terrified of his displeasure. You realize that you and them are not so different. No one has a choice. Everyone is subject to Emperor Min’s whims.
“Where is Ara?”
“She has already been prepared for the banquet.” Several servants rush in carrying a large washing tub filled with steaming water. The water is fragrant and several flowers are flowing on the surface.
You watch a large dressing screen being set up around the tub, several of the servants bow low to you before quickly leaving the room. You look at them questioningly and an older maid steps forward, “Forgive us, my lady. We are under strict instructions and not allowed to help you undress or bathe.”
“What? Why?”
The maid licks her lips and hangs several white undergarments over the dressing screen, “The emperor made a new decree that it is a crime punishable by death for anyone other than the emperor himself to view the empress consort’s nude body.”
It’s a jarring experience to be referred to as the empress consort.
“It- it is not official.”
You want to scream at them that this is wrong. That you’re not even betrothed, that this isn’t supposed to be you.
They won’t meet your eyes.
The jade bracelet on your wrist slides, warm beads against cool skin, and that’s when you realize all the mistakes you have made. You can’t stop the heavy weight you feel in your chest. You can feel your lips begin to tremble and your eyes feel watery. You don’t want to cry, but you know you should because you have the horrible feeling that once you are announced as the chosen empress consort at the banquet, the emperor will not let you out of his sight.
The maid smooths over any imaginary wrinkles in the undergarments and gives you a pitying look, “Please get dressed in these once you are finished and we will prepare you for the banquet.”
You’re left alone and you robotically remove your dress and undergarments. The water is hot and relaxing and it soothes your frazzled nerves. You lean your head back against the washing tub, you can hear the maids quietly talking behind the dressing screen. Your mind is racing. You are a smart girl. Your father has always praised your brilliance and forward thinking and lamented over you not being born a boy. You could figure this out. You could find a way out.
There is obviously something seriously wrong with the Imperial siblings. The Princess herself confessed to murdering a love rival and the emperor has never shown any sign of this alleged sickness until now. Concubine Nam is carrying his child. You’ve already told Princess Min about your distaste of the harem. You refuse to have a husband that continues to keep a harem of concubines.
But you know, you know, you could not refuse the emperor’s suit. You did not have any choice in the matter. While this is not the outcome that you nor Ara want, you know that your father will be pleased. All men want is power. They do not care for who they hurt or how they use their children like pawns. Your father will be the father-in-law of the emperor, his position and power will be secured.
The water is cold when you finally decide to step out of the washing tub. You resolve yourself to your future. Being the Empress Consort is not the worst fate you can have, but you were fearful of your sister’s reaction. She will hate you.
You slowly put on your undergarments and step out from behind the screen. The maids eagerly rush you over to the large dressing table and sit you down. You stare at your worn reflection in the large, ornate mirror.
Several maids kneel at your sides, dipping your fingers and toes in a dark paste. Other maids rub scented lotion onto your arms and legs. You watch through your reflection as the older maid rearranges your hair into an intricate updo, her skilled hands working effortlessly.
Your voice is a little hoarse when you speak, but you clear your throat and look at the older maid, “Will you be my personal servant?”
“Of course,” The maid gives you a warm smile, “His highness chose me personally to care for his bride.”
You give her a strained smile in return, neither of you mention the fact that the emperor chose servants that would be loyal to him. It wasn’t uncommon for a bride to bring a handful of trusted servants with them to their new home, but these aren’t normal circumstances. You would truly be alone here. “May I know your name?”
“Unso.”
“Unso.” You say the name carefully, “Please take good care of me.”
“My absolute pleasure.” She beams and gestures to your hair, the golden hairpin shining on top. The hairstyle is extravagant and more beautiful than any you have ever worn. The other maids clean the dark paste off your fingers and toes, revealing the nails to be stained a pretty red. Another servant brings a small jar of white cream and rubs it onto your face. You sit still as makeup is applied to your face. Your lips are painted a dark red and your eyes are lined with kohl. A small, delicate mugunghwa flower is painted in red and black between your eyebrows.
You stand and the maids help you dress in the beautiful golden dress. They take their time making sure everything is perfect. When you are fully dressed, the servants all stand back and stare at their hard work.
“Mistress is the most beautiful!”
“The Emperor has chosen well!”
“Her beauty is unparalleled!”
“An absolute vision!”
“His highness will be most pleased!”
The praises are interrupted by Eunuch Ki. He gives you a once over before nodding to Unso, “Excellent. Make sure everything is prepared as instructed.”
Unso nods her head and steps back.
“My lady,” Eunuch Ki bows low to you, “Please allow me to escort you to the banquet hall.”
You look around nervously, “But Ara-”
“Your sister is already at the banquet.”
“I see.” You nod your head realizing you don’t have a choice, “I would be honored for Eunuch Ki to escort me.”
He gives you another low bow and turns to lead the way out of your rooms. Unso gives you an encouraging smile and you nod your head in return. Eunuch Ki leads you out of your courtyard to an extravagant imperial carriage. From the design and brilliance, you can tell that this is the emperor’s personal carriage.
The ride to the grand banquet hall is quiet. You’re positive that you’re shaking in your seat. Eunuch Ki is watching you, but he doesn’t comment on your nerves. The carriage comes to a stop and the door is opened by an imperial guard. Eunuch Ki steps down first. You follow slowly behind him, all the servants and guards bowing in your presence.
The long walk to the banquet hall seems to last seconds. You can feel sweat beading on your forehead and you are distractedly worried that all the servants' hard work on your face paint will come undone. The closer you get to the hall, the louder the music and laughter from inside becomes. You can hear that it is a grand celebration and you worry for a moment that you are late.
Eunuch Ki stops several feet away from the double doors. He gives you a sad smile and leans close to you, “An empress does not show fear. An empress does not show despair.”
You nod your head in understanding, straighten your back and hold your head high. You can feel your heart beating out of your chest; the expectations of the kingdom weighing on your shoulders. You can feel the sinking feeling in your stomach that Ara will never forgive you. You desperately hope she can understand.
You do not have a choice.
“Please open the doors.”
The large golden doors are heavy, requiring several servants to push them open. A loud chime is heard from the inside of the room. Eunuch Ki steps forward and announces your arrival, but you cannot hear him over the sound of the blood rushing through your ears.
You step forward and you can feel all eyes are on you, but the only eyes you can focus on are the emperor’s. Dark, calculating, mad. He’s not dressed in his customary black, but gold. His ceremonial robes are a bright gold patterned with black mandarin ducks, matching yours. His long hair is unbound, a glittering crown is placed upon his brow. He is the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen.
The room is so quiet you can hear a pin drop. You take several slow steps into the room and make your way towards the emperor. Before you reach him, Princess Min steps forward, a handsome man you recognize as Prince Regent Jung Hoseok at her side. The couple is dressed in matching colors. Royal blue and patterned with silver bats. Princess Min leans close to you and kisses both your cheeks. She pauses to whisper a quiet, “Good Girl,” that only you can hear. Prince Regent Jung gives you a low bow.
You bow in return to the Princess and her betrothed. The room is still deathly quiet. When you finally reach the emperor, he stares at you as if you are the only thing he has ever wanted. You prepare to bow, but Emperor Min stops you, “From this moment forward, you bow to no one.”
You swallow and nod your head. Emperor Min continues staring at you, his eyes swirling with equal parts happiness and madness. Eunuch Ki steps forward holding a golden goblet. You stare at the goblet and then look at the emperor in horror. This isn’t right. You realize quickly that this is no ordinary celebration banquet.
This is a wedding.
You quickly look away, desperately searching for Ara. Slim fingers grip your chin tightly, you can feel the cold metal of his rings pressing into your skin. Your face is turned back to the Emperor.
“Who is the king?” His voice is quiet, but firm, “Who is the boss?”
You stare into his cold eyes. He knows he has you trapped and he knows there is nothing you can do. While you want to believe that you had reconciled yourself with your fate, you had truly hoped that you had more time to find a way out. But there is no way out.
After a few moments, you nod your head in understanding and open your mouth to accept a drink from the goblet. Emperor Min takes the goblet from Eunuch Ki and holds it to your lips. His smile is gentle, but his eyes are filled with triumph as you drink.
The rice wine is sweet but you barely taste it. You swallow a large gulp and lick your lips. The emperor’s eyes darken as he watches you and his smile widens. He gently places the goblet into your hands and you carefully hold it up to his lips. He takes several large gulps, but never breaks eye contact with you.
Eunuch Ki grabs the goblet from you and before you know what is happening, you’re in the emperor’s embrace. One of his hands cup the back of your head as the other holds you tightly by the waist, “Finally, you’re mine.”
His kiss catches you off guard and you close your eyes involuntarily. You know that kissing is improper for a wedding ceremony and should only be done in private, but no one would dare question the emperor. His lips are soft and taste of the rice wine you just drank. When his tongue gently coaxes your lips open, you do not resist. Your fingers grip his shoulders and you cannot stop yourself from melting into him.
When he finally releases you, you steady yourself against him. You’re in a daze as the emperor leads you to the royal table. You stand quietly at his side as he raises a glass of wine in a toast, “To my new bride, your new empress!”
The hall is filled with thunderous applause and cheering. Your moves are robotic as the emperor instructs you to sit next to him. He fills your plate with all your favorite delicacies and pours you a cup of tea. The musicians start playing music again and the murmur of conversations start up around you. You glance around the hall and realize that all the eligible young ladies that were prospective consorts are wearing matching dresses. Light blue and patterned with butterflies. The same dress that Ara was gifted.
You look around for Ara and you find her seated between your father and Lord Kim. Your father and Lord Kim seem to be in a serious conversation. Ara looks calm and composed, but her eyes betray her. You can see her unhappiness and your heart aches.
“Beloved,” You’re jolted by the emperor’s deep, somber voice, “Don’t worry about your sister. She will be taken care of. Lord Kim will make her happy.”
It takes you a moment to respond, but you do so quietly, “My sister’s only happiness will always be with the emperor.”
The emperor glances in the direction of your sister and then turns back to you, his smile is sweet, “You are a good sister, but it’s time you put your happiness first.”
You’re puzzled, “My happiness?”
“Your happiness.” Emperor Min kisses your lips softly, “To be my bride. To be my queen. To be mine.”
You stare at him incredulously, and realize he truly believes that you are happy being his bride. He really thinks you wanted this and were only holding yourself back for Ara’s sake. Princess Min gives you a knowing smile from across the table. You sit in a daze as the night progresses. The emperor would let no other serve you, but himself, constantly refilling your plate and cup.
You can feel the angry glare of Concubine Nam on you from across the hall and when you finally meet her gaze, you're startled to realize that she’s also wearing the same light blue dress, patterned with silver butterflies, that Ara was gifted. In fact, all the concubines are dressed this way.
Concubine Nam’s face is fuller and glowing beautifully. Her soft, demure persona would be more believable if her eyes weren’t filled with hatred. You’re secretly pleased that her plan to trap the emperor has failed. If she was smart, she would try to gain favor with you, but instead she will most likely plot to poison you. You give her a small nod of acknowledgement and she sneers in return before turning away.
The night drags on and you're exhausted from trying to keep a happy facade. You catch your shoulders drooping more often than not, and even feel yourself lean against the emperor a time or two.
When it is finally time to receive congratulations from the representatives from the noble families, you stay quiet at the emperor’s side. You smile when needed and murmur thanks when prompted. Everything feels unreal.
When your family steps forward, you try to catch Ara’s eyes. She nods her head at Princess Min and bows low to you, “Your highness, many happy wishes on your marriage. May the gods bless you with healthy sons.”
Her voice is cold and you can see the hatred in her eyes. You grab her hand, “Ara please, you must understand.”
“Understand that my sister is a liar?” Ara raises her voice and pulls away from you, “Understand that she is a snake who planned this?!”
“Ara, no.” Your voice cracks and you can feel tears brimming in your eyes, your exhaustion and stress finally catching up to you, “You are my most beloved sister. I would never-”
“And yet, here you are.” Ara’s voice is mocking, “Empress.”
The scene your sister is making draws the attention of your father and Emperor Min, who were in the middle of a quiet conversation near you. Even Princess Min is frowning from where she is seated, obviously hearing the raise of Ara’s voice.
“Enough.” The emperor’s voice is cold as he glares furiously at Ara, “You dare to show disrespect to your empress?”
“She tricked you! Can’t you see she tricked you?!” Ara ignores the dangerous aura surrounding Emperor Min, “It was supposed to be me! I am supposed to be your queen. I love y-”
“Guards. Detain her. Disrespect to the empress is punishable by death.”
You can see the fear on Ara’s face, she backs away quickly, but the guards grab her. Your father looks alarmed and even Lord Kim looks fearful for your sister’s life. You look at the emperor and grip his arm tightly, “Please, please do not punish her. She doesn’t know what she’s saying.”
“She dared to disrespect you. She doesn’t deserve to live.”
“Please,” You beg him, you look at Ara’s fearful face and close your eyes in dismay, you know she will hate you even more after this. You firm your resolve and open your eyes, “She’s only a child.”
You press yourself against the emperor, “She’s harmless. She knows that what we have is real. She knows that you love me. She’s only jealous.”
The emperor’s eyes soften as he stares at you. “And you? Do you love me?”
You glance at your sister, an apology in your eyes, before wrapping your arms around Emperor Min, “I love you. Only you.”
He kisses you deeply and waves away the guards. Once he breaks the kiss, you feel yourself sag against him in relief as Ara is released and your father ushers her away. You can feel Lord Kim staring at you and when you finally meet his gaze, you're taken aback by the devastation in his eyes.
His eyes flicker between you and the emperor before he turns around and follows after your father. You stare after him but the emperor blocks your view. You look up and meet his eyes.
“Your eyes are only meant for me. No one else.”
You nod your head, but don’t say a word. Emperor Min continues to stare at you for a moment longer, before he presses a soft kiss to your forehead.
“Eunuch Ki.”
Eunuch Ki suddenly appears at the Emperor’s side ready and willing to do whatever is asked of him and gives a low bow, “Your majesty.”
“Take my bride to rest.”
“At once, your grace.” Eunuch Ki gestures for you to follow him and you do so without another word. Once the heavy golden doors close behind you, you finally let the tears fall from your eyes. You cry silently on the long carriage ride back to the other side of the palace. Eunuch Ki looks uncomfortable and like he wishes to offer words of comfort, but has no idea what to say.
You go to rub your eyes with the sleeve of your dress, but Eunuch Ki stops you and hands you a soft cloth, “Forgive me your highness, but your dress must be preserved for the royal archives, you must not dirty it.”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t know.” You give a sad hiccup laugh and look out the carriage window. You realize quickly that you are not headed to the Mugunghwa Courtyard, but to the Emperor’s private courtyard.
“I thought the Emperor wanted me to rest.”
Eunuch Ki gives you a look, but doesn’t respond. When the carriage rolls to a stop, Unso is there to help you down from the carriage. If she sees the distress on your face, she doesn’t comment on it. She gives you a low bow and leads you into the Emperor’s lair.
His private courtyard and rooms are enormous. Everything is draped in silks of black and gold. When you finally reach the Emperor’s private chambers, you’re astounded. His bedroom has the largest canopy bed you have ever seen, covered in a mountain of pillows. There is a large wooden desk in one corner of the room surrounded with several shelves filled with scrolls. There’s two separate golden resting sofas, each larger than you have ever seen and even a large dressing table with a mirror, obviously for a woman to use. There are also large double doors leading out to a small, private hot spring.
You watch Unso bustle around the room, preparing things and beckoning you over to the dressing table. “Your highness, let me help you remove your makeup.”
You sit quietly at the table and let Unso gently wash your face. You watch her put a special cream under your eyes to bring down the puffiness from your tears. She takes her time undoing your hair and leaving it unbound. You meet her eyes in the reflection of the mirror, “How many women has he bedded here?”
She looks puzzled at your question, “His majesty has never brought any woman here.”
“Concubine Nam?”
“Never.” Unso’s voice is resolute, “His majesty has never brought any woman, harem or no, here. These are his private chambers.”
“I see.” You don’t know if she’s lying to you, but if she is, you appreciate it. You feel slightly better knowing you are the only woman to ever sleep in his chambers.
Unso opens a chest and pulls out a black silk robe embroidered with red mugunghwa flowers and lays it over the top of the dressing screen in the corner of the room, “Your highness, you should remove your clothes and put this on. I’ll make you some tea and then you can lay down and rest.”
You slowly make your way behind the dressing screen and painstakingly remove your wedding dress. You leave it in a heap on the floor along with your undergarments. You know there is no point in wearing them and while you are nervous and a little scared, you know the consummation is inevitable.
You put the silk robe on, and gently tie the sash around your waist. When you step around the dressing screen, Unso has already prepared the bed by removing many of the pillows and replacing the black silk sheets with a soft, white one. The white sheet shines ominously in the low light of the lanterns.
“Your highness, have some tea to soothe your nerves.” Unso has brewed some fresh tea, but the scent is different than any you have had before. You sit stiffly on the edge of the newly made bed and take a small sip of tea. The taste is slightly bitter, but soon you feel yourself relaxing.
“What type of tea is this?” You ask as Unso refills your cup and urges you to drink more.
She pats your head and gives you a warm smile, “Don’t worry. It was requested by his highness to help improve your health.”
You nod and don’t question her. You assume it’s similar to what the harem drinks to prevent pregnancy. The emperor is still young and with the drama that Concubine Nam has caused, you doubt children were on his mind. Before you know it, you’ve finished the entire pot.
Unso helps tuck you in bed, and turns down all the lanterns. The only light in the room is that from the moonlight seeping in through the heavy curtains. You can barely keep your eyes open and the last thing you hear before you drift asleep is Unso’s quiet words, “Rest well, your majesty. You will need it.”
-0-0-0-
You’re awoken by a soft noise. You sit up and look around but don’t notice anything out of place. You’re still alone in the emperor’s bed. You see a faint glow under a previously unnoticed door in the far corner near his large desk.
You get out of bed and make your way to the door. It opens soundlessly and a large staircase is revealed. You slowly make your way up the staircase, being careful not to make a sound. At the top of the staircase is a large room. It looks like an artist’s studio. Numerous canvases line the walls, charcoals and paints scattered over several large wooden tables stationed through the room.
You see half finished portraits of Princess Min and a few of the previous emperors. You step into the room, careful not to disturb the artwork. There are some more paintings of several gardens and fountains that inhabit the palace grounds. In the corner of the room there is a beautiful hand carved desk, slightly smaller than the large tables, covered with more artwork. When you get closer you realize the paintings and sketches are all of you. You in the dress you wore the first night you arrived, you smiling in Princess Min’s private pavilion, you taking a walk in one of the private gardens, you asleep in your private rooms. Hundreds of paintings and drawings of you.
You see another canvas underneath, it's slightly worn with frayed edges as if it’s been touched frequently. When you pull it out you see it's a painting of you, but this one you recognize. Two summers ago your father had you and your sister sit for a family portrait. The artist was impeccable and it was one of the most accurate paintings you had ever seen of yourself, it was almost like looking in the mirror. You see that the painting is torn, your sister and father removed from the portrait.
“You’ve found my sanctuary.”
You startle at the emperor’s voice and drop the canvas as if you’ve been burned. He’s standing at the entrance of the room, he’s no longer dressed in the golden robe, but now his signature black. It’s tied loosely, so the smooth pale skin of his chest is visible. His blond hair is loose and his crown is gone.
“You’re quite the artist.” You gesture around the room, “but I notice there is no artwork of your concubines, of your beloved Concubine Nam.”
The emperor glances around, taking in his artwork as he steps further into the room, “Are you jealous of In-Suk?”
You frown at the use of her first name, but do not deny his accusation, “I do not like the thought of my husband bedding other women.”
“There are no other women.” Emperor Min slowly makes his way over to you, “You’re the only one that matters.”
You glance back at the desk littered with portraits of you, your eyes stopping on the torn family portrait, “How long have I been the only one that matters?”
He smiles, “Does it matter?”
“Yes.” You keep your voice calm and composed, “It matters to me.”
Emperor Min stands close to you, his fingers trailing over the artwork on the desk, “I had no interest in marriage. Lords and other noblemen constantly throwing their daughters at me. Your father is no different. Going on and on about Ara and how wonderful and virtuous she is.” He smiles wryly, “I finally got him to shut up by feigning interest.”
The emperor gently picks up the torn family portrait, “Imagine my surprise when he brings me this. A beautiful family portrait. I ask him about you and he immediately tells me about what a beautiful and doting older sister you are to Ara. How ever since your mother died, you have helped raise her. How you love her more than anything.”
He sets the portrait down and grabs your hands, gently turning you to face him, “I knew then that you would sacrifice everything for your beloved sister. I also knew that I needed to get you into the palace. Once you were here, you could not deny me.”
“But I was supposed to marry Lord-”
“Never say his name again.” Emperor’s Min’s voice is hard, leaving no room for discussion, “I am your husband. He is nothing.”
“Of course,” Your voice is quiet, you hesitate for a moment before you continue your questioning, “But… but Princess Min set up the consort selection. She told me she had to practically beg you to agree.”
“My beloved wife.” Emperor Min cups your face affectionately, his previous sour mood at the mention of Lord Kim completely gone, “You’re too trusting. She poisoned her companion, do you really think she would not lie to help her brother?”
“But Ara-”
“Ara will forgive you.” He presses a soft kiss against your lips, “Or she won’t. It does not matter.”
“But-”
“Is it really so bad being Empress?” Emperor Min presses another kiss to your lips, his fingers tangle in your unbound hair, “Being Mother to the country?”
“No-no, I am grateful to your majesty.” You shiver at his touch, grasping his shoulders as he presses himself against you.
“Yoongi.” He places more kisses down your lips and chin, “Call me Yoongi.”
“Yoongi!” You gasp when he softly bites your neck.
You feel him reach behind you and push everything off the large desk, the sound of canvases and painting supplies hitting the floor echoes throughout the room. Yoongi picks you up and sits you on the large desk, his lips never leaving your skin.
“You’re all I’ve ever wanted.” His mouth is muffled by the skin of your neck, his lips and tongue trail lower. You feel hot all over and cannot help but shiver when his hand yanks the collar of your robe down your shoulder. “My beautiful queen.”
Your fingers clutch at the silk fabric of his robe, holding him closer to you. You don’t stop him when he undoes your robe, his hot fingers trailing down the skin of your abdomen. “Beloved, will you show me?”
You wordlessly lean back, letting the open robe slip down your arms, baring your nude body to his view. His eyes are burning as he drinks you in. “Absolutely Exquisite.”
Yoongi leans over you, pressing himself between your thighs, and kisses you deeply. His tongue licks into your mouth with desperation. His hands are shaking as he grips your hips, and you quickly free yourself from the sleeves of your robe.
He breaks the kiss to trail his mouth down your neck and chest, his hot tongue swirls around your exposed breast before suckling the nipple. You can’t stop your moan, your whole body jerks at the feeling. “Y-Yoongi!”
“Say it again.” Yoongi’s voice is filled with desperation as he kisses down your ribs, “Say my name again.”
“Yoongi.” You whisper and your stomach clenches when he kisses lower, his wet tongue trailing over your abdomen. You’re so aroused, you can feel your wetness coating your thighs, but you can’t bring yourself to be embarrassed.
“I have never seen a more beautiful woman.” Yoongi presses a soft kiss below your belly button, “The country has never had a more beautiful empress.”
“Your highness flatters me.”
“No.” Yoongi’s firm voice startles you and when you meet his eyes, they are burning with madness, “This emperor loves you. Only you.”
You shiver at the look in his eyes and nod your head in return, “Yes. Of course.”
Yoongi presses another kiss to your abdomen, his large hands gripping your thighs as he stares at you, “Will you deny your king?”
“Never.”
The smile he gives you is equal parts beautiful and dangerous, his dark, dark eyes overflowing with adoration for you, “Good girl.”
Your breath catches when he spreads your thighs apart and leans forward, his mouth inches away from your wet, pulsing cunt. “I wonder if you taste as succulent as you smell.”
You feel your pussy throb at his words and you lean your head back against the desk, your eyes closing in anticipation. You find his crude words more arousing than you ever thought possible. Your heart is beating so fast and you can feel sweat beading on your forehead. While you have never been intimate with a man, you were no stranger to self pleasure. You just never imagined your first experience with a man would be the emperor of the entire nation between your thighs, waiting to pleasure you. The heady rush of excitement is making you dizzy.
You tense when Yoongi presses the flat of his tongue against your juicy pussy. His tongue is hot as it licks a slow stripe up to your clit and you both release a throaty groan when he sucks your clit into his mouth.
You don’t realize you’re holding your breath until you get light headed from lack of oxygen. You're shivering all over and you feel a tight pressure in your stomach. Your entire body is tuned to Yoongi’s mouth, every lick and suck of his tongue has you soaring.
“Better.” He whispers between licks of your swollen clit, his fingers shaking as he holds your thighs apart, “You taste so much better than anything I’ve ever had before.”
You press your hand into your mouth to bite down on, trying to muffle your moans. Your other hand scrambles for something to hold onto before tangling in his long, soft hair.
You press your heel into his back, but if Yoongi is bothered, he does not show it. He’s completely focused on devouring you. You bite your hand hard to cover your squeal when his hot fingers gently probe your cunt. He reaches up to pull your hand out of your mouth, his fingers gently stroking your wrist around the jade bracelet, “Do not dare hide your pleasure from me.”
He places your hand on his head, near your other hand already grasping his hair, and encourages you to use him as you please. A long, thick finger slips inside you and you cannot stop yourself from clamping down, your hips automatically rolling up into his face.
“That’s it, my beautiful girl,” Yoongi continues to flick your clit with his tongue, “Ride my face.”
Your fingers grasp his head, holding his mouth against your aching cunt. You’re throbbing and dripping and you know you are going to come soon. You can feel the release building deep inside you. Yoongi presses another finger into your dripping hole and you can feel yourself trembling. He’s completely focused on you and your pleasure, his mouth working nonstop to help you reach your peak.
You sit up slightly and meet his dark gaze, his eyes are brimming with satisfaction. You grip his hair hard and press his face against your dripping cunt. You’re so close you’re practically vibrating with pleasure.
He twists his fingers and you're coming. You release a soundless gasp and can’t stop yourself from gushing all over his fingers. Yoongi moans at the taste of you, his mouth eagerly trying to swallow every drop of your release. You collapse on the desk, your orgasm still thrumming through your body.
You barely catch your breath when he’s hovering over you, your release glistening on his lips and chin. He kisses you deeply, making sure you can taste yourself on his tongue. You can feel his body trembling as he undoes his robe and you cannot figure out if he’s nervous or excited, or a combination of both.
He breaks the kiss to look at you and your stomach flutters at his gaze, so full of yearning and affection, you’re no longer sure why you ever thought about denying him. You hadn't even realized something was missing from your life, he was missing from your life, until this moment. You weren't just doing this out of a sense of duty. Because you were his wife. Because he was your husband. You wanted this. Desperately. More than you’d wanted anything up until this moment.
Full of your realization, you push his robe off his shoulders and spread your legs wider, allowing him to press himself completely against you. He’s hot and hard, pulsing between your thighs. You shiver at the feel of him, your sticky cunt still dripping from your orgasm. You look at him, his cheeks flushed pink, his forehead and chest slightly sweaty, his hair a tangled mess. His scar looks less intimidating in the low light of the lanterns.
“You love me?” You don’t realize you have said the words out loud until he stares at you, his dark, dark eyes burning.
“More than anything.”
It’s intoxicating knowing you have this beautiful man confessing his love to you. He is the most powerful man in the entire world and he loves you more than anything. You can’t help the ugly feelings of jealousy bubbling in your stomach, knowing other women have seen him undone like this. Knowing that Concubine Nam has had him like this is unacceptable.
“I want them gone.” You shift forward slightly, the head of his thick cock catching on your entrance. You feel so hot between your legs, your cunt aching to be spread open by him.
“Who?” He sounds confused, distracted. His whole body is trembling, holding himself back from thrusting up into you.
“Your whores.” You roll your hips and feel him sink a few inches inside you, you hold your breath and try not to tense up at the intrusion. “I will not have a husband that has a harem. I want them all gone, especially that bitch Nam. I can’t stand the thought of anyone else seeing you like this.”
“Yes,” You feel more than hear him gasp, his forehead pressing against your shoulder, “Anything you want.
“You’re mine.”
Your whispered declaration causes something inside of him to snap. You’re unprepared when he pushes completely inside of you. The burning stretch of his thick, heavy cock leaves your breathless. He groans into your chest, barely giving you a moment to adjust before he’s thrusting in and out. Every roll of his hips has you clenching around him. His lips press soft kisses into your skin between pants of yesyesyes and all yours. You’re soaked and shaking, your fingers clutch his shoulders, trying to anchor him against you. He’s so thick and so large, you swear you can feel him in your stomach.
“My Empress, My Goddess,” Yoongi whispers reverently into your skin, “I will give you everything.”
“Yes,” You press yourself closer to him, ignoring the feel of his ringed fingers bruising your hips, “All I want is you.”
Every thrust of his hips brings you closer to the edge. You’re quivering around him, so close you can almost taste it. You shudder when he releases your hip, his fingers gently rubbing your swollen clit, causing you to pulse around him. “That’s it, my beloved girl. Come for me.”
Yoongi softly pinches your clit and you explode. His tongue licks up your throat, his mouth swallowing your quiet cries of pleasure. You clench down and feel him gasp against you, his body shuddering uncontrollably. The pulse of his cock inside you floods you with warmth.
You close your eyes and hold him against you, trying to catch your breath. Your heart felt like it was going to beat out of your chest. You slowly run your fingers through his hair and smile when you realize he’s still buried inside you.
He sits up and stares at you. You can see your reflection in his dark eyes. Your hair is disheveled and your lips are swollen. You can see your eyes are hazy with pleasure and several love bites adorn your neck and shoulders.
“My beloved bride.” Yoongi smiles at you affectionately, his fingers gently brush your hair back from your sweaty forehead, “I will never let you go.”
-0-0-0-
When you awaken you’re alone in the emperor’s bed, his side is cool, as if he’s been gone for hours. You’re sore all over, your husband spent most of the night inside of you, making you come over and over again until the early morning light.
You wrap the wrinkled white sheet around you and stand on shaky legs. You slowly make your way to the door and call for Unso. She appears immediately, almost as if she was waiting for you.
She helps you sit at the dressing table and goes about opening the curtains. Based on the sunlight entering the room, you can tell it is already early afternoon. Several maids clear the used bedding from the bed, and replace the sheets with clean silk ones.
“Where is the emperor?”
“His majesty wanted his bride to get enough rest, he would not let anyone disturb your highness.” Unso ignores your question and pulls a black dress patterned with golden dragons from the wardrobe. She hangs it over the silk dressing screen along with several undergarments.
You watch her through the mirror as she orders servants to prepare bath water for you. You can tell that something is amiss by the way Unso will not meet your eyes and the maids scurry about as if they are terrified of you.
“Your highness,” A younger maid bows low and holds out a fresh cup of tea, “your tea?”
You take the cup from the trembling maid, it’s the same bitter tea from the night before. You take a small sip, “Unso, where is my husband?”
“Your majesty, you must drink your tea, it is good for your health.” Unso comes out from behind the dressing screen, “Come take your bath, it will soothe your sore muscles.”
“No,” You set the mostly full cup of tea on the dressing table and stand up, “Bring me my robe.”
“Your majesty, you cannot go out in only your robe!” Unso’s voice is shocked. “It is improper!”
“Fine,” You make your way behind the dressing screen and put on your undergarments, “You will help me dress and then you will take me to my husband.”
Unso and several maids help you put on the stunning black dress. You’re ushered to the dressing table where you are adorned in diamond jewelry. Unso styles your hair with a jeweled dragon hairpin. Lotions and creams are rubbed into your face, neck and arms.
Once you are deemed presentable, you follow Unso and several servant girls to the throne room. When you reach the large doors, Eunuch Ki looks alarmed to see you and quickly bows low, “Y-your highness! What are you doing here?”
“Eunuch Ki,” You nod your head in greeting, “I came to see my husband.”
“I see,” Eunuch Ki shares an undecipherable look with Unso, “His majesty is conducting important business, he has asked me to inform you that he will join you in his rooms later for the evening meal.”
“Open the doors.”
“Please your majesty, you need to rest.” Eunuch Ki tries to placate you, “Let me take you back to the emperor’s courtyard or even to see Princess Min.”
“Open the doors. Now.”
Eunuch Ki looks helplessly at Unso before nodding his head. The guards slowly push the heavy doors open.
The smell is the first thing that hits you. The thick coppery scent of blood. You slowly step into the room and gasp in horror. The floors and walls are covered in blood. It looks like an entire massacre took place here. You walk further into the room and ignore the way the blood soaks into your silk slippers, seeping between your toes.
Eunuch Ki follows quietly behind you. There are several servants scrubbing the floors and walls, trying to remove the pools of blood around the room. You ignore them all, your eyes are completely focused on the emperor. He’s staring at a small golden box in his hand. A bloody sword rests near his feet.
“Yoongi.” You whisper the words quietly, but his head snaps up immediately, his eyes focusing on you.
“Beloved.” His eyes light up when he sees you, a beautiful smile spreading across his face. He rushes eagerly towards you. You realize he’s wearing a black robe, patterned with golden dragons, the same design as your dress. The only difference is his robe is stained with fresh blood. His hair is pulled up into a topknot, his black headband in place. Small drops of blood stain his cheeks and neck. He presses the golden box into Eunuch Ki’s hands before cupping your face, his fingers still wet with blood.
“My beautiful bride,” His voice is light, happy, “everything is perfect now that you are here.”
“Perfect?” You whisper and let him take your hands, leading you towards his throne. The golden dragon throne looks intimidating in the blood soaked room. The closer you get to the throne, the stronger the scent of blood becomes. You feel light headed, your stomach churning at the smells permeating the air.
“I.. I need to sit down.”
Yoongi looks at you concerned and immediately has you sit on his throne, “Are you alright, my love? Do you need some tea?”
“No,” You sit quietly. You feel sick, you feel sweaty, you can barely catch your breath, “I just need a moment.”
You close your eyes trying to center yourself. You know something terrible happened here, there is so much blood it looks like a battlefield. You're grateful that the bodies have already been removed, you don't know how you would have handled a room full of corpses. You take a few deep breaths and open your eyes, meeting Yoongi's bright gaze.
“I have a gift for you.” Yoongi takes the golden box from Eunuch Ki, “I wanted to surprise you with it this evening, but you are here now. My beautiful girl.”
You stare at the golden box stained with blood. You take it from Yoongi with trembling hands. Yoongi is vibrating with excitement next to you. You can feel the pressure behind your eyes signaling that you are about to cry. You blink repeatedly, holding back your tears.
You slowly open the box and stare at the contents. Yoongi holds your hands around the golden box, making sure you can’t drop it. You swallow the scream bubbling in your throat and meet his eyes. Dark, crazed, unhinged eyes overflowing with love for you. Love and madness.
You look back at your gift. Dead, lifeless eyes stare back at you. Concubine Nam’s eyes. Yoongi kneels obediently at your feet, soaking his robe in more blood. Blood from Concubine Nam. Blood from the rest of the harem.
You can’t stop the tears from dripping down your cheeks.
“They are all gone. Just like you asked.” Yoongi stares at you with reverence, his eyes sparkling, “I told you I would do anything for you.”
Genre: Fluff, Smut, Angst
Characters: King!Yoongi, Servant!Jungkook, Queen!Reader
Rating: M (18+)
Warnings: Brief mentions of death/execution + pregnancy, dirty talk, oral sex (f receiving), possessiveness/possessive!kink, power!kink, prison, prostitution/sex work, sex/sexual themes, strong language.
Word Count: 3.5k
Previous Part: (x)
A/N: Yayy, new update! I went back and forth on how I wanted to write this which is why it took a little bit to put out. Thank you for your patience! As always, thank you for taking the time to read. I appreciate it. x
The month after the attempted conception was washed with a sea of warmth, brought on by Yoongi’s unrelenting adoration. Gifts, love letters, strolls through the gardens, vulnerable sessions in the bath house and almost nightly love making between the sheets became the normal. You took up Yoongi’s attention almost every moment he was awake. You thought perhaps it was Yoongi’s excitement at the sheer thought of a possible pregnancy, or maybe it was an overcompensation for his previous wrongdoings.
Either way, you were exhausted.
You sat in the bath, allowing the water to soothe your muscles as your servant women cleansed your skin. You closed your eyes, just enjoying the time to yourself. Due to your tired state, you had slept the morning away. Yoongi was taking care of business in the court yard, allowing you a brief moment to catch your breath, free of his attention.
“Excuse me, your highness?” One of the servant girls said softly, lowering her cloth from your skin. “Forgive me for interrupting the silence, as per your request, but there is no blood again.”
“What do you mean?” You asked, your brows furrowed in confusion.
“My queen, this is your sixth time with us since last week and you have not yet bled.” She explained. “Forgive me for my forwardness, but is it not your time?”
Your eyes widened as all of the servant women flashed surprised looks to each other as they paused their cleaning. One of the women slowly formed a smile on her face.
“My queen... you don’t think…” She started, her gaze moving to your stomach, causing your lips to turn upward.
“It looks as though our king and I will be making an announcement soon.” You said, gaining excited giggles from the women.
Jungkook’s days seemed to overlap, no longer varying in activities due to the fog of his heartbreak. Each time he walked out of the brothel, and turned his head to face the palace gates, his heart sunk just a little lower.
Each day was the same; drink, sleep, fuck. He buried his sorrows in the vulgar company of the women at the brothel, for a shamelessly low price, of course. No better place for a heartbroken man in hiding; a free bed with access to cheap women and cheap wine. Monotony and debauchery became his new normal, going about his new life in an almost dazed-like state.
That is, until a familiar voice reached his ear.
“Where is he?” A man asked from outside of Jungkook’s bedroom door. Terrified screams of brothel women filled the air. “We know you’re housing him. Protecting a deserter is punishable by death, or are you unaware?”
Jungkook’s eyes widened at the threat, his stomach in knots at the realization of the unlawful position he had put these women in. But his moment of reflection was cut brief due to the sound of his door slamming open, and a large figure armed with a sword meeting his gaze.
From behind him, Seok-Jin.
“There he is!” The adviser exclaimed, pointing to Jungkook who was sitting in shock in his bed.
The guard rushed over to Jungkook, yanking him out of bed by his arm before throwing him against the wall. Jungkook winced at the pain as the guard wrapped rope around his wrists, keeping his arms tied behind his back. He was then carried out by the guard, keeping his head down to avoid the gazes of the women at the brothel who stared through teary eyes, as though they were witnessing a dead man.
Seok-Jin shot the brothel women a stern look before following the guard out of the establishment, walking behind him as they escorted Jungkook back onto the palace grounds.
Yoongi stood on the balcony of the court yard, watching guards, soldiers, advisors and servants went about their business. Training, conversing and drinking, enjoying the warmth of the sun on their skin.
His eyes, scanning the court yard, were drawn to the palace gates as they were opened from the outside. He stared for a moment, before a guardsman walked in, escorting a newly caught criminal. His black hair unwashed and tangled, his body only clothed from the waist down, revealing the tattoos on his arms. Yoongi’s eyes widened in shock, the realization hitting him who the tattered man was.
Jungkook.
He was almost unrecognizable from the wide-eyed, hopeful boy he once was. Unclean, stumbling as though drunk. Jungkook raised his head to look up at Yoongi, his eyes somehow both lack luster and piercing, shooting daggers at the king. A venom in his veins, he found himself poisoned by the pain his heart had endured.
Yoongi and Jungkook continued to stare at each other as the guard took Jungkook from the court yard into the palace prison.
The guard opened the prison cell, throwing him in carelessly, causing Jungkook to trip over his own feet. The guard chuckled, slamming the gates before locking them and walking towards the exit, back onto the court yard.
“Well, look who it is.” A woman said from the cell across from his own.
Jungkook looked up to see Ji-Soo, seated on the dirt-covered concrete next to a woman whose head remained hung. Their hair tangled, their bodies draped in raggedy, unwashed garments.
“Why are you here?” Jungkook asked, dropping to take a seat on the floor.
“We’re here for the same reason you are.” She replied. “We loved someone we’re not supposed to.”
Jungkook shook his head at her statement.
“Well then, what illegal love are you accused of?” He asked.
Ji-Soo looked down, avoiding his gaze as her eyes began to water. One tear became many, as she began sobbing at the situation she found herself in. Hysterically losing her breath through her grief-driven cries.
“I LOVED HIM.” She wailed through her sobs. “NAMJOON. She killed him. He was going to come back for me but she killed him, as if he meant nothing. My poor love, left bleeding out.”
Jungkook’s surprise at her confession gave way to a scoff as he put the pieces together in his mind.
“Come back for you?” He asked in disgust. “He was never going to come back for you. He kidnapped Y/N, and what he did to her? The gods only know.”
“You didn’t know him.” She hissed. “He loved me, which is something you know nothing of-”
“Watch your tongue.” Jungkook growled. “Do not speak of her.”
“You’re both naïve.” The other woman said, causing Jungkook and Ji-Soo to turn their attention to her. “Fools. Both of you, arguing over who loves who.”
“You speak as though you do not love our king.” Ji-Soo said. “Soo-Min, I know your heart aches with grief as ours do.”
Soo-Min scornfully chuckled to herself at the statement.
“I never loved Yoongi with the expectation of affection in return.” She said. “It is a sad truth every brothel woman knows well. Living at the palace has made you both foolish. You begin to live amongst those with power, you begin to think you’re one of them. You’re not. Namjoon never loved you, the queen never loved you, just as the king never loved me.”
“Who do you think you are, speaking that way?” Jungkook said sternly.
“I’m a whore.” She hissed. “Have you two forgotten who you are? You are peasants. You were brought here to work. The king dressed you well and gave you a room, and you begin to think they see you as equal.”
“She told me she loved me.” Jungkook mumbled.
“You believed her?” Soo-Min laughed. “She allows you to stick your cock in her once while her husband is away, and you call that love? You’re just a dog, humping the leg of the person who feeds you.”
“Then why isn’t he dead right now?” Ji-Soo cut in, her voice laced in confusion. “We all know the temperament of our king well. Why did he not order his execution the moment he arrived?”
There was a brief moment of silence, as they sat in contemplation.
“Why are any of us still alive?” Soo-Min asked, the realization of the situation hitting her. “Why is he holding us here? What is he waiting for?”
“…Y/N.” Jungkook whispered.
“What?” Ji-Soo said.
“Y/N wants a child.” Jungkook explained. “He is waiting for a successful conception. He’s waiting until she is pregnant.”
“For what reason?” Soo-Min asked.
“He’s in love with her.” Ji-Soo said. “If what you say is true, he’s tending to her. Too busy fucking her mindlessly every night to deal with us. Men’s priorities really are all the same.”
“That must drive you mad.” Soo-Min said, turning to Jungkook. “The woman you love, taking another man in bed.”
Jungkook scoffed, not dignifying her statement with a response. He just turns from her, letting the prison become taken over by a deafening silence.
Freshly out of the bath house and draped in a robe, you made your way to the bedroom. Yoongi was there, sitting up in the bed, his bottom half covered by the covers.
“Hello, my little flower.” He cooed. “Won’t you come join me?”
You smiled and nodded. Undressing for him, he smirked as you stripped from your robe, and walked over to the bed. You join him under the covers, sitting in between his legs. He gently moved your hair from blocking your neck, granting him access to pepper soft kisses from your bare shoulder all the way up your neck, causing you to melt under his touch.
“I know we were only apart for a moment, but I missed so badly having you in my arms.” He whispered. He put his hands on your breasts, feeling the skin before giving them a light squeeze. You hissed and winced at the slight roughness of his action, causing him to jolt in response.
“Have I hurt you?” He asked, his tone concerned.
“It’s just that…” You began, biting your lip for a moment before continuing. “My breasts are a bit tender these days, my love.”
“Tender?” He asked. “How so-”
He stopped himself mid-thought. His eyes widened sparkling as his mind was connecting the dots, a feeling of hopefulness and anticipation building in his chest.
“I believe I’m pregnant, my love.” You whispered to him, looking at his face.
His eyes glistened as he smiled, perhaps the biggest smile you had ever seen his lips form. He gently rolled to be nestled in between your legs as you rested your head on the pillow. His hands softly caressing your stomach as he gave your skin wet kisses.
“I can’t believe it.” He murmured, his eyes fixated on your stomach. “A baby. The gods have blessed us with a baby.”
“They have.” You whispered as your hands found his hair, stroking his locks.
He placed wet kisses all over your skin before heading south, causing soft whimpers to escape your lips. He disappeared from sight as he went under the covers before he spread your legs, pressing a sloppy kiss onto your heat.
“Mine.” You heard him mumble in his deep voice. “My little flower’s pussy, soon to have my child.”
You closed your eyes and your breathing became heavy, lost in the loving possessiveness of his words. You gasped as his tongue licked up your opening unexpectedly, your fingers grabbing the sheets that covered Yoongi and his explicit actions between your legs. He wrapped his arms around your thighs, locking them into place.
“I’ll worship this pussy.” He growled. “Your pretty, perfect, sweet pussy. Let your husband pleasure you. Just relax, my love. Focus on my tongue.”
You closed your eyes and allowed your breath to become heavy as Yoongi’s tongue explored your core. Arms locked around your thighs, he chuckled as you whined desperately in response to each lick, wetting your heat. He found your sensitive bud, switching from slow, attentive circling to teasing kitten licks, flicking over the sensitive area. Sucking and teasing at your sensitive area, smirking with every bliss-fueled whimper that escapes your lips.
“That’s it...” He purred from under the sheet, sliding two fingers into you, caressing your sweet spot. “Good girl, so wet for me. Cum for me, my love. Let go, make a wet little mess for me…”
Feeling his tongue creeping back onto your sensitive bud and his fingers rubbing your sweet spot, you squealed, certain anyone walking by could hear. Your legs trembling as he continued, not giving you peace as you unraveled for him.
“YOONGI!” You screamed, hitting your peak.
He slowly softened his movements, allowing you to come down. He crawled out from the sheet, up to your lips, placing a soft but passionate kiss.
“You’re so beautiful.” He murmured, his lips coming back to yours as you tangle your fingers in his locks.
“Fuck me, Yoongi.” You whispered, your hunger for him growing in the passion of the moment. “Don’t be gentle, my love.”
“Y/N…” He warned, growling your name.
“Claim me.” You murmured, watching his eyes fill with lust as you fed into his possessive tendencies. “Fuck me hard, like you own me.”
With that, Yoongi’s lust took over. Flipping you over so that you’re bent over in front of him, face down into the pillow, you whined as he wasted no time in sliding himself into you, his length undoubtedly hard from your filthy mouth.
You smirked as he grunted with each hard thrust, feeling a *smack* placed onto your bottom, causing a whimper to escape your lips. You smiled, loving every second of your husband’s roughness, knowing that only you could drive him this mad with both love and desire.
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The next morning, you woke up before your husband. You looked over to him, admiring how while sleeping on his stomach, the typically strong man seemed so soft. Showing to you, and only you, a side of himself that remains hidden from everyone else. The intimidating, feared king, laying so peacefully, breath escaping from soft, pink lips. You lifted the sheet that covered his bare body, smiling to yourself when you saw light scratch marks from your nails, made during your night together.
As much as you don’t show it, you were just as possessive of Yoongi as he was. Seeing him marked from your scratches, remembering how he moaned your name into your ear while he was on top of you, thinking of how he was so eager to give you love when learning of your pregnancy, you knew he was fully yours.
So much so, that he neglected his usual activities; his courtyard executions.
Soo-Min.
The thought of him ever having another woman was enough to drive you crazy. Although you knew Yoongi’s apology was sincere and you never doubted his love, you couldn’t help but feel hatred in your veins at the very thought of her. Knowing she had a total disregard for your marriage made your blood boil. Knowing she was here, in the palace, made it worse.
You took one last loving look at Yoongi before leaving the bed, wrapping your nude figure in your robe and slipping your feet into a pair of sandals, leaving the bedroom quietly. You made your way down the hall, smiling at each servant as they bowed. You wondered how many of them heard the debauchery from your bedroom the night before.
You walked through the courtyard and down the connecting hall, finding the stairs down to the prison cells. Candle light guiding your steps as you made your way down, your sandals hitting the dirt-covered floor.
As you passed through the cells, you looked for Ji-Soo and Soo-Min. A burning need in your mind to see the women who crossed you and your husband locked away. Since you had returned to the palace, you were so preoccupied with recovering from Namjoon’s abuse and reconciliation with your husband, that you had no energy for anything else.
Perhaps being in Yoongi’s presence too long had taught you vengeance. Perhaps running a blade through Namjoon’s chest gave you a taste for it. Either way, you needed to see these women for yourself.
But you paused. Your heart pounding, your breath escaping you as your eyes met the sleeping form of an all too familiar individual.
Jungkook.
Sleeping on the cold, dirt-covered floor, his tattooed arm hugging his half-dressed figure, the other, under his head. No blanket, no pillow. Laying on the concrete, his eyes squeezed shut, as though having a bad dream. You felt tears stinging your eyes as you noticed his scar on his side, from where he had been wounded trying to protect you the night you were taken.
You ran over to the end of the hall where the guards kept their key, and ran back to Jungkook’s holding cell, opening the gate. You let yourself in, and knelt down to him, a tear escaping down your cheek at his heartbreaking condition.
“Jungkook.” You whispered softly, caressing his arm. “What happened to you?”
His eyes slowly opened, meeting your gaze. As soon as his brain registered your face, his eyes widened, raising himself up quickly and wrapping his arms around you.
“Y/N…” He said, as though out of breath, his surprise evident. “What…why are you here? What’s going on?”
“Why are you here?” You asked. “You’re not supposed to be in a cell. Why haven’t they given you a bed? Have you eaten since you’ve gotten here?”
Jungkook smiled, joyful tears stinging his eyes as you looked at him with concern. He took your hand in his, bringing it up to his lips to press a kiss onto your skin.
“I’m ok, my love-” He whispered, pausing when he saw a fresh mark on your neck.
A love mark, from your night between the sheets with Yoongi.
He let go of your hand, dropping his head to avoid your gaze.
“I overstepped, your highness.” He mumbled. “Please, forgive me for speaking so freely.”
“Jungkook?” You asked, brows furrowing at his sudden formality. The sudden change in how he addressed you didn’t go unnoticed. “What’s wrong? Please, talk to me. Why did you leave?”
There were a few moments of silence, Jungkook refusing to look at you. Your heart broke, wondering what he had been through since his departure.
“Jungkook, I can’t believe our king’s bitch of a wife actually came to see you.” You heard a woman’s voice scoff.
You turned around, seeing two women in the cell across from Jungkook’s. Ji-Soo staring at you, shock written on her face. The other woman, you had yet to meet but you knew who she was by the hatred in her eyes as she looked at you.
Soo-Min.
You walked over to their cell, opening it before making your way to her as she sat on the floor. Rage burned in your veins at the sight of her.
“Why are you here?” She spat, refusing to look up at you towering over her. “Couldn’t stay away from him? That’s cruel. Haven’t you put him through enough? Look at him.” She motioned to Jungkook.
“But I suppose that’s just what a bitch does.” She huffed.
You felt anger take over your body as you grabbed her hair in your fist, pulling her head back so that she would face you. You grabbed her neck in your hands, squeezing just a bit threateningly, holding her in head in place.
“I’m not a bitch.” You hissed. “But Yoongi, my husband, loves to fuck me like one. So in love with me, so lost in my pussy, giving me a baby, he forgot you were even here.”
You bent down to her level, making sure she kept eye contact with you as you.
“That’s how little you mean to him.” You said in a low tone, your words laced with poison. “While you were down here for months, crawling around on the dirt floor like the rat you are, he was up there, enjoying every moment of his time with me. Without you.”
“It seems like our king’s temperament has rubbed off on you.” She chuckled sarcastically. “You can’t take it; knowing that his hands have touched another woman.”
Your eyes widened in rage before you lifted a hand, smacking Soo-Min across the face with force, knocking her to the ground.
“Watch your mouth.” You hissed. “I hope you remember his hands that you speak so disrespectfully of, because they’ll be the hands that end your life. When I’m taking his cock tonight, I’ll be sure to leave the door wide open so you can hear how loudly he moans for me. Not for you. Listen close, because it will be the last thing you hear. I can assure you of that.”
You stormed out of the cell, closing it back before turning to Jungkook, his expression laced in pure shock at listening to your enraged outburst.
“I’ll get you out of here. For all you’ve done for me, you don’t deserve to be here with the likes of these rats.” You promised him, your demeanor softening. “I swear it.”
With that, you threw the key on the ground before storming out of the palace cells. You walked through the courtyard, determined to speak to Yoongi. x
대취타 (daechwita) | Emperor!Yoongi x Reader | Part ONE
Pairing: Emperor!Yoongi x Assassin!Reader
Words: 2.7k
Genre: Emperor AU, Historical AU (kinda), very badly written SMUT at the end, power play, angsty
Warnings: there is mention of death, killing, smut in public place, some traditional korean things may be wrong, mentions of slavery.
A/N: No thoughts, just Agust D.
Summary: You used to be an assassin, got caught and works at the palace as a servant up until you are escorted to the main palace, either to meet your inevitable destiny or for a change of plans.
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The one where Min Yoongi is an Emperor and is cocky and kinda of an asshole but you both get naughty nevertheless.
PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 4
After somewhere near to twelve months being forced to work at the Gyeongbok Palace, you have somewhat become accustomed to having both hands and feet chained while moving around the place with a sword always on the back of your head, ready to chop it off were you to do any funny business. It was no secret that there were hundreds of enslaved servants at Gyeongbok Palace that were once top tier criminals, and whilst most of them received a similar treatment, you used to come and go from your assigned place of work with half a dozen more guards than the rest. Just as you would expect it to be, seen as you were Korea’s most famous mercenary. That day, however, the sight of a hooded man completely dressed in black caught you by surprise. That was definitely new.
Your usual companion, a young royal guard named Jungkook, held your arm forcefully while he guided you through the sumptuous building where most public officials and gwageos of Korea made their home while on service. You both made your way through corridors, sets of stairs and turned right more times than you deemed necessary just so you’d have the lesser chance of finding an exit out of wherever the man was taking you.
At least, that is what Jungkook pretended by doing so, but you were able o pick up his intentions and noticed how you had been up and down the same stairs in a matter of minutes. You also noticed how the dark-haired man was forcing you to zig-zag through different levels, even though Gyeongbok had the plainest structure inside it, just a few sets of stairs on the front and tons of long corridors inside. Truth be told, you would have been insulted if Jungkook weren’t to be that precautious.
You both headed down a particularly long corridor where not the slightest sound could be heard except the echo of your own footsteps. Jungkook turned your way and stared, you smiled at him. He looked back to the front and grabbed your arm with more strength than before.
You took the gesture as a compliment, even though you had no idea what was the reason behind such a mystery, or why that hooded man dressed in black had exchanged a few words with the head guard before Jungkook had grabbed your arm and taken you away from your workplace by the river. After a whole day of washing who-knows-who clothes, seeing him planted there beside the other six guards you were assigned wasn’t exactly how you pictured your day to end like.
Nevertheless, you were quick to make out the exact words that were exchanged when Jungkook made himself known to the man guarding the main palace’s entrance, Jung Hoseok, captain of the royal guard. Soon enough, the sky above seemed to have darkened a thousand shades, the mountains that could be seen from the front yard seemed to have enlarged and you could have sworn that the earth had trembled under you. It had been a while since you had left yourself feel fear inside you.
You turned to look at the new hand holding your arm. The black leather from his glove, a perfect match to the rest of his attire.
You both made your way down yet another corridor and you managed to entertain yourself looking at the elegant forged sword that he carried. The gleaming pommel was shaped like an eagle in mid-flight. Realizing that you were looking at the weapon, Hoseok rested his gloved hand on the golden head of the bird.
You had stopped for a second to consider whether you would be able to take to your advantage the lack of security and just shoot your shot at freedom, go berserk and use the captain’s weapon against himself, just like that old man that used to be in charge of you had chosen the worst day to push you roughly and ended up in a ditch. But there was far too much echo in the corridors to attack him without alerting the whole place .
Sometimes you wondered if it wouldn’t have been better to die the night you were betrayed and captured. However, while walking down endless corridors, there were already far better questions to ask yourself. Had they finally decided to behead you? It was a favourite of the emperor’s after all. Your stomach churned. After all, you were deemed relevant enough to be executed by the very own royal guard captain. But, if they were to kill you, why bother the tour around Gyeongbok’s corridors?
You finally came to a halt before some glass doors in red and gold, so thick that it was useless to try and see what was on the other side. Captain Jung Hoseok bowed lightly with his head to the other two guards that flanked the entry and they hit the ground with their spears in salute.
The captain once again grabbed you by the arm with such force you were sure he had let a bruise. He pulled you towards him, but your feet were unable to move.
“Would you prefer to remain enslaved, then?” he asked in a mocking tone
“Maybe if you’d tell me what is all of this for, I wouldn’t be so opposed to it”
“Don’t worry, it won’t be long until you find out for yourself”
Your palms were most definitely sweating. Yes, you were about to die. It was finally time to.
The doors opened with a crushing sound and before your eyes appeared a throne room.
“Here” groaned the captain as he pushed you forward with his free hand.
Being freed from the chains that held your feet together, you tripped over yourself and your bare feet slipped on the smooth floor when you tried to pick yourself up. You turned your head back around and saw six more guards that ported the royal seal on their garments make their way inside.
Fourteen guards plus Captain Jung Hoseok.They were part of the royal family's personal guard: ruthless and lightning-fast soldiers, trained from childhood to protect the emperor with their own lives. You barely managed no to choke on your own spit. Groggy and bewildered you turned your gaze to the front. Sitting on an ornate wooden and jade throne, a handsome young man awaited. Your heart stopped when you all bowed to him. You were before the very emperor of Korea, Min Yoongi.
Both your eyes and the emperor’s crossed paths.
Min Yoongi offered her a smirk. One that hid a twisted intention behind it but reeked of royal charisma at the same time. Sprawled on the throne, his chin was propped up in one hand and his almost white-blond hair gleamed in the dim light. He wore a black hanbok on which the royal seal embroidered in gold tones occupied almost the entire bib.
Something in his eyes, and the way they contrasted with his almost white hair, took you apart. He was painfully handsome and should be less than thirty years old.
Emperors are not supposed to be attractive. They are whiny, stupid and disgusting creatures! But he ... he ... how unfair of him to belong to royalty and be handsome at the same time.
Min Yoongi stared at your tensed body and then raised well-groomed eyebrows “I wasn’t expecting you to be so young” he supported his elbows on his thighs “i’ve heard some fascinating stores about you, How’s life now after being used to all the excess you granted yourself before?”
Cocky son of a bitch.
“I couldn’t be happier” you hummed while digging your broken nails into your palms.
“After almost a year here, it kinda seems like you are somewhat alive, how have you been able to achieve it, when life expectancy around here for slaves is barely that of a month?”
“It’s still a mystery, I have no doubt about it” You gave the emperor a seductive look and repositioned the handles as if they were lace gloves.
The emperor turned to his captain
“Such a naughty mouth she’s got, huh? And she doesn't speak like a member of the mob”
“One would hope so” you exclaimed
“Your highness” snapped Hoseok
“Huh?”
“You must address him as ‘your highness’”
You gave him a mocking smile and then returned your attention to the emperor.
To your surprise, Min Yoongi laughed.
“You are aware that you are a slave, aren’t you? Haven’t you learnt anything from this time you’ve been serving?” he started walking towards you until he was so close that you could easily appreciate the exquisite embroidery of his hanbok and smell the aroma that he gave off, not perfume, but woody and fresh nonetheless. Yoongi smiled.
“I demand to know-” you started but Hoseok pulled you with brutal force before you could come any nearer to the emperor “I wasn’t trying to kill him, you fool!”
“I would watch my words if I were you,” Hoseok said while burning his eyes on her
“i honestly don’t think you would dare”
“Oh yeah, and why is that?”
Yoongi strode back to the throne and sat down. His gaze shone more than ever.
You looked from one to the other and made yourself stand taller.
“Because you want something from me. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have brought me all the way here. I’m not stupid, you know? It is obvious that you are here in fulfilment some type of secret mission. You are testing me to find out if I am in good physical and mental condition. I know that I am not crazy and that I am still in possession of my physical faculties. So I demand that you tell me why you have brought me here and what it is that you need from me if my destiny is not to be beheaded.”
Both men exchanged a look. Yoongi joined the fingertips of both of his hands. “I have a proposition for you”
“I’m all ears then”
The emperor's eyes sparkled with amusement at your insolence, but they lingered for a moment too long on your body.
Min Yoongi crossed one leg over the other.
“Leave us alone” he ordered the guards “Hoseok, stay where you are”
You turned to the emperor “So?”
Yoongi limited himself to once again sprawl on his throne “I need some help with the empire. Someone that help me solve the...more complicated cases”
“So what you need is a servant that does the dirty work for you”
“In short, yes”
“So what happens if I agree?”
“After six years of service you will be granted your freedom”
“Six!”
“Five”
Although the emperor tried to hide it, you noticed that he was tense. He wanted you to accept. He needed you to accept so desperately that he was willing to negotiate. Your eyes sparkled.
“Make it four”
“Fine” he replied “It is a deal then. But if you fail, you will be beheaded”
“My habilities are perfectly fine. Thank you very much”
Yoongi made a gesture with his hand to Hoseok “Take her to her chamber so she can take a bath” he stared at her “You have your first work in the morning. Do not let me down, Y/N”
Every work after the first seemed almost the same, after some official research, you were sent a brief coded message to your room that contained all the information that was needed for the job, the name of the culprit plus the usual places they used to hang out.
A few seconds worth of work were all piling up to your ultimate freedom.
Even thought you were the sword behind all of those crossed out names in the Emperor’s list, you were quick to find out that Min Yoongi was by far, more entertained and playful about the blood that stained his hands than you ever were.
It was a usual day after work that you found yourself enjoying the occasional luxury of the outdoors bathhouse that Min Yoongi’s personal Harem had to offer, minus the presence of the concubines that usually strolled around the palace, the moon shining on top of your head as the steam from the hot water raised highly from the temperature shock.
“I never took you for one to enjoy the luxuries that the concubine life has to offer, Y/N” you couldn’t exactly say you were surprised to see him standing behind you, the whole place was his after all “Should have made it cleared that this place is exclusively for me and my girls to have fun in”
“Yeah? I don’t see anyone else here though” you continued your bath routine but poked open an eye to tease him, just the way you had become accustomed to do so for the past year or so, left hand covering your boobs as you turned to him “Got stood up, again?”
“Don’t you just love to play with fire, Y/N” though you had already turned your back to him and were convinced on carrying on with your bath, the sudden apparition of two hands holding your hips in place along with the wet kisses that were being left on your right shoulder made you think twice “I think it is time for you to get burn”
His right hand easily found its way down the water and started playing with your folds, your wetness getting mixed with the hot water you both were in, his mouth never ceasing to scrape every inch of skin he could find, his temperature rising by the second and his rock hard cock against your ass.
Your knees buckled unconsciously as two of his fingers were inserted into you and started pumping rapidly and you could feel him smirk on your back.
Your hand was quick to found his cock and pump it a few times a little too roughly “You know” you murmured as you turned to face him, making his hand drop from inside you as you watched his face contorted in pleasure “I don’t think it is fair of you, your highness” you could feel his thighs tensing as you kept on pumping him “to jump on a girl like that” you got close to his ear, grasping it between your teeth “I thought you said I was gonna get burned, what happened then?”
Something snapped inside him that made him slam you to the side of the pool while taking both your hands inside one of his own, having you bent over, his cock grazing your exposed pussy underwater. From behind you, Yoongi slowly teased you. You both moaned loudly, not caring if any guard that may have been in a nocturnal shift might hear you.
Yoongi chuckled, knowing him, probably about to make a witty remark but you clenched your walls around him “F-fuck,” He moaned, his eyes squeezed tight, “You feel so good around my cock, so wet.”
There was no use denying that you felt so satisfied as Yoongi’s hips pressed into you, his cock buried deep inside you. Something you were trying so hard to conceal of not having dreamt about it before in the past year or so, pretend not have touched yourself to the thought of the Emperor wrecking you the way he did to his official concubines.
Yoongi’s cock twitched inside you. You felt your orgasm building within you, burning brightly. You threw yourself back, trying to prolong the sensation, rolling your hips.
“I don’t think I’ll last much longer” Yoongi said behind you and you shook your hips teasingly, while turning your head with a coy smile “argh you’re such a bitch” He moaned loudly once again “But two can play that game”
The hand he had rested on your hips to keep his pace was soon to find your clit, pinching it, rolling it and driving you to the edge until it suddenly stopped, followed by the heat that erupted from within you when Yoongi cummed inside you, his hand releasing yours from his hold and slapping your ass as he laughed “Such a good girl but I have an early morning tomorrow”
“Min Yoongi, you son of a-”
“Later, Y/N!” he said, grinning widely as he exited the bathhouse.
An: Tell me why I immediately thought of Yoongi when I saw this prompt. I’ve also watched Hwarang an uncountable number of times lol.
Tagging: @kwritersworld
You scanned the faces of the warriors in front of you; they were to be the best of the best - to protect the emperor with their lives if so be it. When your eyes came across a familiar face, you indicated for your advisor. What was Yoongi - the emperor without a face - doing in the warrior ranks? Bowing immediately, your advisor kept his eyes trained to the floor.
“Yes, Emperor?” With a scoff, you looked Yoongi dead in the eyes as you relayed your demand.
“The one with the scar over his eye - call him to my private quarters.” You had a few words in mind for your childhood friend. With ‘a flick of your wrist, you dismissed the men in front of you and stood up, leaving for your room. As your servant prepared your tea, Yoongi peered his head inside. Sighing and calling him in, you invited him to sit and ordered for your servant to prepare another cup.
“You wanted to talk, your Majesty?” Rolling your eyes in frustration, you dismissed your servant and took a sip of your tea, to try and calm down.
“Yoongi, just stop. You and I both know who should be in that throne. What are you doing in the army of all places?!...Do you know what they did to your mother yet?” Five years. Five years you played pretend in Yoongi’s throne. Yes, your subjects may only guess why you took the throne after Yoongi ‘disappeared’, but you were tired of living a lie.
“I’m so close, Y/N. I know this is too much to ask of you, but please; a few more years? As a brother, you should understand what this means to me, right? I promise you I’ll return to my proper position once this is done.”
Who were you to disregard his plea? “Fine...I’ll play dress-up for a few more years. Alright?”
“Thank you, so much. I’ll repay you, I swear to it. Now, I must take my leave, your Majesty.”
✜ pairing: yoongi x reader; yoongi x fem!reader; dom!yoongi x brat!reader
✜ word count: 3.4K
✜ summary: your friend dragged you to this huge house birthday party for some guy you don’t even know, and she disappears with her boyfriend, leaving you alone in the crowd. while trying to find her, you lock eyes with a handsome stranger across the room who looks like he could use some company.
✜ warnings: 18+ only, light slapping, casual sex, orgasm denial, overstimulation, sex w/ a stranger, unprotected sex (pls be safe y’all), rough dom, slight public sex?? (idk y’all are behind closed doors but at a party so?????), oral (f), slight degradation.
✜ a/n: hiya! bringing this gem back a day late for the best boy's birthday! wrote this for his birthday a year ago, and one day it will get the sequel it deserves. yoongi w mint hair is my inspiration for my name, so this holds a special place in my heart.
i really hope you like it! thanks, luvs, enjoy!
<3 minty ✧
The crunch of ice in your mouth from your now empty drink is a welcome distraction from the overall din of the loud party guests and even louder music. You scan the large open living room of the house again for your friend and her boyfriend, but they’re nowhere to be found. “Wait right here, we’ll be back in a minute” Micha had said as Taehyung took her over to another part of the house, presumably to meet with another friend of his. That was half an hour ago. You impatiently begin searching the room once more for any sign of Micha’s bright pink hair, furrowing your brows in frustration as you come up with nothing.
As your eyes are rapidly moving from face to face, your search is halted by a minty haired man who is staring directly at you from the other side of the room.
He’s nestled in by the foot of the staircase, back leaning against the railing, red solo cup in his hand. The ends of his hair caress his tiny ears, which are decorated with long and dangly silver earrings, alive in the colored lights of the party. By the time you’ve assessed the man in full and return to his eyes, his eyes are still locked on yours. Unwavering, like a challenge.
You hold his gaze almost threateningly, but he doesn’t flinch away from your heavy eyes. While maintaining eye contact, he gently sips out of the red solo cup before brazenly eyeing you up and down and raising one of his brows in response. After he finishes his sip, he again makes deliberate eye contact with you and runs his tongue over his bottom lip, collecting the drops of drink that was left there.
Your friend is nowhere to be found, so you might as well go and make a new one.
You break away from his lingering stare to fill your cup, and then you make your way through the crowd to the challenger on the other side of the room. You expect him to be looking at you when you return into his line of sight, but are shocked to discover the opposite.
Where his gaze was full of intention, it is now lackluster. Where it had been on you, it now seems to be looking at nothing at all. The empty space in the middle of the room. You walk up and say the only thing you can think of that will get a conversation going.
“Lame party, huh?” you say, taking a sip of your drink and leaning into his direction.
“Yeah,” he says, still looking out into the distance, “I’m not really enjoying it either.”
“I don’t really know anyone here. I’ll be honest with you; I don’t even know the birthday boy. My friend’s boyfriend is a friend of his or something and she dragged me along so she ‘wouldn’t have to go alone’ or whatever.”
“Why aren’t you with her, then? You’d probably be having more fun.” he says as he finishes another sip.
“If she hadn’t disappeared on me an hour ago, I would be! This place is huge and I don’t want to go wandering around some strange man’s house. You’d think with all the money he has he’d at least be able to have better taste,” you say as you point to a bookshelf by the fireplace. “I mean look at that lava lamp! The 80’s called and want their aesthetic back, right?”
The man next to you just shrugs, “I don’t know. Some people like them I guess.”
You move your pointer finger to another corner of the room next to the bar. “That piano too? It looks so beat up! It doesn’t make sense with the rest of the decor at all. I wonder if this guy is alright. His head can’t be right.” you say and the man next to you snickers a little. You turn to him and meet his gaze again. It’s playful and a little dark; it makes you want to continue. “He could literally just buy a much better looking piano.”
His expression darkens further to a playfully scrutinizing one. “You’re awfully bold, insulting the host while you’re still at his party. If I were you, I’d watch that pretty little mouth before it gets you into trouble.”
This is going to be good.
“Oh yeah? And what if I don’t?” you fire back, staring up at him through your lashes. “Doesn’t seem like anyone is trying to stop me.”
He lets out a drawn out sigh and scratches the back of his neck, “Yeah, you’re right. And what a shame that is. I’ve got about a million ideas about what you could be doing instead of running that mouth. More… productive things.”
You raise your eyebrow at him. “Who says I’d actually take you up on your little ideas, hmm?” you tease.
His eyes darken further, and you know you’ve got him.
“Well, it would be your loss,” he says.
You dramatically roll your eyes for maximum sass, “Yeah right, I’m sure.”
“Is that a challenge, little miss?” he asks, his gaze narrowing and his body closing in on you, trapping you against the railing of the staircase. You begin to feel like prey, a sensation that only dampens your panties further. At this close distance, you can just begin to smell his aftershave. His free hand brushes up your exposed thigh and starts to slowly ascend up past the hem of your short skirt. Your heart begins to pound and your legs start to tingle as you hesitantly meet his gaze again. He leans in closer.
“Aww, cat got your tongue?” he sings in your ear, making you bite your lip. You can feel the heat flushing your cheeks. He can likely feel the warmth that is spreading to other places, because his hand stops just outside of the cloth of your underwear.
“Mmm, let’s see if you can stay this quiet when my tongue is in your slit. Now, be a good girl and follow me.” he says, suddenly backing off and walking up the stairs. You wince slightly at the lack of warmth, but don’t hesitate to grab his hand as he leads you up.
He brings you to a set of double doors to the immediate right of the top of the stairs. The light is already on and you can see that the ensuite bathroom’s lights are on as well. He turns back to shut both of the doors and you hear the faint click of the lock.
“Is this the master?” you ask, taking in the details of the room. “I don’t think the birthday boy will want people fucking in his bedroom.”
He’s back on you in an instant, arm around your waist, pulling you up against his chest. “I guess you had better keep quiet then.”
Your lips are suddenly being pressed against his. He immediately deepens the kiss, receiving your tongue into his mouth with sloppy enthusiasm. He starts backing you up towards the side of the bed. Once you get there, you’re shoved down onto the mattress, bouncing slightly as you recover from his kiss. You watch dumbly as he deftly strips off his leather jacket and yanks off his plain t-shirt. Once his stomach is exposed, you find your mouth open and watering at the sight of the little happy trail under his abdominal muscles. You don’t have time to process any of it though, because in another instant he’s on top of you, straddling your hips.
He hooks his thumb into your gawking mouth, holding it open and says, “I’m going to rip you to shreds, little girl. If it becomes too much, say genius. Do you understand me?”
You nod sheepishly and swallow hard.
“Let’s hear you say it then.” he demands, removing his thumb from your mouth.
“Genius?” you say in almost a whisper and he begins to grin.
“Good girl. Remember, stay quiet. We wouldn’t want to disturb the party,” he says, removing his weight from on top of you while shifting you up the bed so that he can situate your hips under his face. He doesn’t bother taking off your skirt; he just forces the fabric up, exposing your already soaked panties.
“All this for me? I haven’t even touched you yet,” he teases.
You huff in frustration. “Yeah, you should probably get to that already.”
He responds with a smart little smack on your still covered clit. You clench and moan at the sensation, looking down at him with your best puppy dog eyes. He is unimpressed.
“What did I say about watching your mouth, brat?” he says as he hovers right over your heat, just close enough that you can feel his breath when he speaks.
“I’m sorry,” you groan out as your legs begin wiggling in hopes of getting his lips to make contact.
“That’s better,” he says, teasing your entrance outside of your panties with his thumb, sending sparks up your spine. “I just don’t know if you want it badly enough, princess.”
“Ugh,” you scoff, “I don’t know what else I can do! Pleeeeease?”
“Please, what?” he asks with a smirk, sending you a look that is filled with fire. “What is it that you want me to do?”
“Please taste me,” you beg with fistfulls of the comforter, and in that instant, he rips off your panties and is busy sucking on your clit. You let out a silent scream at the new sensation, hands pulling even harder on the blanket. He licks down your slit and then into it, sending another wave of pleasure through you. You’re already so wound up that you’re close to the brink, almost teetering over the edge when you grab his hair and start to buck your hips into his mouth, chasing your release.
He pulls away, much to your distaste, earning a whimper from you.
“Whyyyyy did you stooooppppp?” you whine, and he shoots you another dark look right before he slaps your clit again, this time much harder. You let out a yipe as you involuntarily clench around nothing. “I was about to come…” you say in the most adorable voice you can muster, poking out your bottom lip for full effect.
“Who says you get to come?” the man replies, your slick coating his lips. He plunges two fingers into you and starts a slow, teasing rhythm.
“Please, move faster, I–” your voice is cut off when he starts flicking his tongue on your clit, bringing you dangerously close. You know better than to tell on yourself, and you clench in anticipation of your orgasm… but he quickly stops everything and leaves you to come back down slowly, agonizingly.
You’re desperate and dizzy with desire, on the verge of tears with how badly you want to come. He’s kissing your inner thighs, leaving little marks here and there where he sucks and bites. It’s like he’s comforting you through the torture, by somehow making it worse.
“Ple– Please just let me come. I’ve tried to be good,” you plead, consumed with want.
He stops his little kisses and looks up at you. He says, “One more, you can do one more. I know you can. Then I’ll give you what you want. I think you might have learned your lesson.”
He takes the fingers that were just inside of you and puts them in his mouth, drinking up every bit of your wetness that he can. There’s no resistance when he reinserts them. He sets a menacing pace, curling up his fingers to hit that sweet spot, his lips fixed on your clit and his clouded gaze fixed on you. Before long, your release starts to build again, and you try to hold it back as best as you can. He comes off your clit with a wet popping sound and says, “Not yet. Don’t you dare come,” his fingers still pushing you ever closer.
His gravelly command makes you clench and that does it. You’re rocketing through your high and he fingerfucks you all the way through it. He pulls his fingers out and gets off the bed, leaving you to come down from your climax with closed eyes and labored breath.
Before you’ve fully recovered, you’re suddenly being hoisted up. He’s got your back up against the headboard, that much you can tell. When you open your eyes, you can’t believe what’s in front of you.
The mint haired man’s lips are mere inches away from yours, and he has pinned your arms down at your sides. You’re straddling his lap, which is now only covered by a pair of black boxer briefs that aren’t doing much to hide his erection. The outline of his dick with it’s tiny wet spot at the head makes you swallow, hard.
“Tsk, tsk, tsk, I told you not to come, princess,” he teases. “It seems you need a different approach to learning your lesson. Since you wanted to come so bad, you’re not leaving this room until you’ve done it three more times.”
Your mouth hangs open; your eyebrows shoot up. You don’t even know if that’ll be possible.
“But this time,” he says lowly in your ear, “you’re going to come on my cock.”
He takes your hands and puts them on his waistband, indicating for you to remove them. As you do and his cock springs free, you can’t help but to lick your lips at how utterly delicious it looks. If he didn’t have other plans, you would have gladly taken it in your mouth that instant.
He takes his member in his own hand and teases your entrance with the head, mixing his precum with your leftover wetness from before. Just that touch has you ready to go again. You take matters into your own hands, literally, by taking his shaft and lining him up with you. As you sink down onto his cock, his breath hitches and you’re glad that you’re not the only one who is being tortured tonight.
His hands are tight on your hips, your skirt having rode all the way up a long time ago. His eyebrows are knitted together in concentration, and before he allows you to start, you see his eyes dart to your cleavage and back up.
“Take off your shirt for me,” he says.
“Why should I?” you snark back.
He quickly pulls out and thrusts all the way up into you, filling you completely up, sending a cry past your lips that was likely too loud. You’re suddenly more keenly aware of the ongoing party right outside those doors. You comply with his request, and he seems pleased that you weren’t wearing a bra underneath your blouse.
“Number one,” he says and unleashes a cruel pace. The lewd sounds of your bodies slapping together only heighten your arousal, and you’re not surprised when you get close to your next orgasm. Sensing this, he grabs your jaw in his hand and directs your gaze to meet his.
“I’m– I’m gonna–”
“Come for me, brat.”
Your second one of the evening shoots fireworks all throughout your body and you clench all over, relishing in being able to fully ride it out. You can’t hold all of your noise in this time, but neither of you seem to mind. As you come down from this one, you notice that he hasn’t slowed his pace at all. What was once the most pleasurable thing has now crossed over into being a little too much, but in a good way. Your sensitivity was almost painful, but this new sensation had enraptured you. You were ready to try for another.
There’s a banging at the door, and you both freeze. A voice comes through the other side.
“Yoongi, was that you in there? We’re about to light your cake. Come out so we can sing to you!” the voice says over the din.
“Give me 5 more minutes, Namjoon-ah! I’m in the middle of something,” the man, apparently named Yoongi, apparently the birthday boy, apparently the one who you’ve been insulting all night, yells back.
You stare up at him in shock, and try to figure out what to say to apologize. He wants none of it, because he covers your mouth with his hand and flips you down onto the mattress. He resumes his unrelenting pace this time with more force behind his thrusts, all while his hand is fast against your mouth.
“That lava lamp,” Yoongi said, “that was the first thing my mother bought when she got her first apartment. She passed it down to me when I got mine.”
You’re moaning against his hand, the embarrassment you feel fueling your arousal even more. He really was out to punish you.
“Number two.”
He grabs your hip with his free hand and digs his fingers into you so firmly, you’ll know there will be bruises there the next day. Yoongi is glistening with sweat, his eyes staring straight through you. All it takes to send you over the edge again is for a smart nip on your nipple.
You scream out into his hand, thankful you can at least be a little more vocal. He still has kept up his pace, and as you come down, it starts to become too much. You’re so wet and sensitive that it’s borderline unbearable. You start to tear up at the feeling, and he removes his hand from your mouth. Without stopping, he leans into your ear and tells you how beautiful you look taking his cock. He tells you how good you’ve been for him, and how he loves the way you taste. He tells you about how he knew he had to have you when he saw you across the room, looking like sin in that short skirt and revealing top. He says he knows you can take one more, because after all, it’s his birthday.
“This time, I want to hear you say my name,” Yoongi says sweetly before taking his thumb and pressing it against your overly sensitive bud. You cry out and then stop yourself, afraid of who can hear.
“Don’t hold back on me; be as loud as you need to,” he says, “this is my fucking house.”
You begin to let yourself whine out, the overstimulation reaching a breaking point. Your mascara is definitely a mess, but the way he was looking at you made you not care.
“Number three. Last one. You can do it.”
He increases the pressure on your clit and deepens his thrusts. He takes his hand from your hip and traces your bottom lip with the thumb before he plants a kiss. The kiss deepens and you allow him to lightly graze his tongue over yours, which he follows up with a little bite on your lower lip. You’re groaning up into him, feeling your next release sneak up. He locks eyes with you, and you can tell he’s holding himself back from his own release.
“Come, beautiful. So I can fill you up.”
At that, the coil snaps and you’re sent reeling into easily the most intense orgasm you’ve ever had. As his name spills from your lips, he too meets his own end and you both ride out your climaxes together.
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After you’ve cleaned yourself up a little in the ensuite, you deem it safe to return back downstairs. It’s been long enough that you’ve just heard them sing, so you’ll likely go unnoticed with all eyes on Yoongi as he blows out his candles. You walk down the stairs towards the crowd of people surrounding the birthday boy and his giant chocolate cake. He’s smiling and hugging some of his friends who are encouraging him to cut it open. Once he does, chocolate sauce oozes out and everyone cheers. It’s a lava cake.
He laughs and hugs one of his tall friends wearing an apron, whose laugh sounds like windshield wipers. Yoongi scans the crowd and meets your gaze. He scoops up a bit of chocolate sauce on the two fingers that had been inside you only moments ago and smirks at you as he licks them clean.
Genre: Fluff, Smut (A lot of smut in this chapter), and some angst
Characters: King!Yoongi, Servant!Jungkook, Queen!Reader
Rating: M (18+)
Warnings: Breeding!kink, brief mentions of death/execution, dirty talk, masturbation, oral sex (m + f receiving), possessiveness/possessive!kink, power!kink, pregnancy!kink, prostitution/sex work, sex/sexual themes, strong language.
Word Count: 4.8k
Previous Part: (x)
A/N: The new chapter! Lots of smut in this one, and I know it’s a longer chapter than usual but there’s a lot to get into and cover. As always, thank you for taking the time to read. I appreciate it. x
The next morning, Yoongi wakes up and turns to his side, his gaze fixated on your sleeping form. He extends a hand to delicately caress your arm. Although he cursed Namjoon under his breath, and his thoughts went to what he would’ve done to that man knowing exactly what Namjoon did to you, but he refrained from giving completely into anger. He knew that it was not the time. He needed to be here fully for you, giving you everything you need for this new chapter of life.
A child.
An heir to the throne.
Yoongi could hardly contain his heart as it pounded at just the thought. A family with you; a baby in his arms. It was all he wanted to focus on; giving you the child you’ve always wanted.
He placed one kiss on your forehead before dressing himself quietly, leaving the bedroom. He made his way through the palace halls, servants stopping to bow as he passed by. He went to the courtyard, where he found his advisor, Seok-Jin.
“Good morning, my king.” He said. “If I may ask freely, how is our queen? All of your advisors have been quite concerned about her.”
“She is healing.” He responded. “I thank you for your concern. I need to address the advisors about her… about us. Tell them to meet me in the shrine out on the water with the palace priest.”
“Yes, of course, your highness.” He said, giving a quick bow before scurrying off the courtyard to the war room to call for the advisors to gather.
Yoongi turned around to see you, wrapped in your robes, walking through the crowded palace for the first time since your return. Until now, you had kept yourself in your bedroom until night fell, only roaming when the grounds were empty. Servants displayed shock when they bowed to greet you, smiling with happiness to see their kind queen once again.
You made your way to Yoongi, who took your hands in his, smiling at you softly.
“Good morning, my sweet love.” He whispered, planting a kiss on your lips.
“Where is Jungkook?” You asked, your brows furrowed. “I went to Ara this morning to get tea, and she looked so distraught. She confessed to me that he left in the middle of the night.”
“My dear, I have no idea where he could’ve gone.” Yoongi responded, his features showing his genuine confusion. “But do not worry, I have already requested a meeting with the advisors. We’ll discuss this with them.”
You bit your lip and nodded. Interlocking your arm with Yoongi’s and resting your head on his shoulder, he walked you out of the courtyard towards the shrine.
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The water glistened in the morning sun as Yoongi walked with you over the bridge, onto the small island where the Min family shrine awaited your arrival. The advisors and priests were talking amongst themselves, their voices could be heard from outside the door, but Yoongi did not allow himself to be hurried. He took his time to stroll with you, admiring how you kept your arm tightly around his own as your focus was on the tranquil scenery of the grounds.
“Y/N…” Yoongi said softly, getting your attention. Your eyes sparkled as you looked up at him, causing him to smile down at you. “I love you, more than anything in this lifetime or the next.”
“I love you, too.” You whispered, your nose crinkling as Yoongi pressed a gentle kiss onto your head as you walked.
Entering through the shrine doors, the crowd of advisors accompanied by the palace priest quieted down. Everyone’s eyes fixated on you, the beloved queen that had been hiding from view since her return. Their expressions a mix of surprise and relief, seeing you clinging to your husband’s arm so lovingly.
“Good morning, my queen.” The priest, Do-Yun, said to you. “I’ve heard that it is a very special time for you and your husband. I know that the gods will be pleased and bless you both.”
“Thank you.” You said softly, smiling at the man.
“I take it, then, you all know why we’re here.” Yoongi said. He gave you a soft look before taking his role as head of the conversation. He positions himself in front of the men, untangling your arm from his and placing it around your waist. “Your queen and I are ready to begin growing our family, and conceive an heir.”
The advisors all whispered amongst themselves.
“Speak freely.” Yoongi said, his voice commanding. “Whatever you say, say it to me directly.”
“Your highness,” Seok-Jin said, his voice laced with caution. “Although we want nothing more than for a prince or princess to be amongst us, we remain concerned for our queen.”
All eyes landed on you, as you looked surprised by his words.
“Concerned for me?” You asked, taken aback. “How so?”
“It is custom for the queen to be accompanied by another woman during her pregnancy.” Do-Yun explained. “It is best for you to have a woman nearby, to help you with whatever you may need, especially now after all that’s happened. But now, with Ji-Soo’s true colors revealed and her being locked in our king’s prison, we do not know who would be there to provide that support.”
You bit your lip, thinking for a moment before responding;
“Ara.” You said. “Ara has known my husband since he was a child. She has supported him and I both our entire marriage.”
“She is an excellent choice.” Yoongi agreed. “She has served this family loyally and diligently since my mother hired her as head of the kitchen. She helped to care for me as a child, and although she was not my mother’s support during her pregnancy, she offered what comfort she could to her anyways. I have no doubt she would serve my love well.”
“Then it’s settled.” Do-Yun said. “I will prepare for tonight. Please, if I may make a request, may I call on you, my queen, for a brief meeting alone later this afternoon?”
“Of course.” You nodded.
“There is one last matter of business.” Yoongi said, directing his attention to his advisors. “Jungkook. The servant boy has gone missing.”
“Missing?” Seok-Jin repeated. “How so?”
“Ara reported to my wife that he left in the middle of the night without warning.” Yoongi said.
“Sounds like desertion.” An advisor spoke up, causing the rest of the men to nod and talk amongst themselves in agreement.
“Desertion?” You protested. “Jungkook would never do such a thing.”
“It looks as though he already did.” Seok-Jin responded. “Leaving ones’ position without resigning the position formally. Under law, that is desertion.”
Your heart sank and you felt sick to your stomach. You knew what the punishment for desertion was, and you couldn’t bear to think of Jungkook kneeling on the courtyard, awaiting execution by your husband’s hand.
“Find him.” Yoongi demanded, causing your head to jerk up. “Find where he is and bring him to me.”
You gasped at your husband’s command, tears forming in your eyes.
“NO!” You protested. “LEAVE HIM BE! He helped to save me, he would never go against us. Can’t you see?”
Yoongi wrapped his arms around you, a stern expression on his face as he held you tightly through your distressed state. Allowing you to flail and cry in his arms as the advisors left the room to alert the guards of their mission.
When the room was emptied, Yoongi hushed you calmly.
“Y/N… please, my love, listen to me.” Yoongi said softly, looking down at you in his arms. Your hair in your face, sticking to your cheeks as you looked to his face with reddened eyes.
“Trust me.” Yoongi begged you. “No harm will come of him, I swear it.”
“I must say, your highness, I was surprised when the Seok-Jin told me that you requested my presence during your pregnancy.” Ara said as she walked with you through the gardens in the afternoon sun. “But, I am honored, and I am so happy to know you are well and eager to have a baby.”
“Thank you, Ara.” You said, “Everyone has been so concerned with me, I’m sorry to have frightened everyone by my hiding, but I am recovering well. My husband’s patience has served me well.”
“Our king does adore you.” Ara replied. “A love that has withstood tests is sure to be strong and genuine. For that, I have no doubts the gods will bless you tonight.”
You smiled at the elderly woman, thankful for her kind words.
“Your highness,” You heard Do-Yun call. You turned around to see him facing you, a soft smile on his face. “May I have you for a brief meeting?”
You nodded, turning to Ara. She bowed before leaving your side, allowing Do-Yun to take her place next to you.
“I wanted to address some things with you, my queen.” He said, walking slowly with you as he spoke. “Forgive my tongue, but conception for an heir must follow some traditions that I hope is alright for me to go over.”
“Of course.” You nodded, your cheeks blushing at the topic of discussion.
“Your marital bed has been prayed over and blessed.” He said. “Purified and prepared, if you will. Your servants will come to escort you to the bath house, where the women will join you in the tub to clean you well and dress you for your husband’s eyes. He will be waiting for you in the bedroom when you are escorted there. You will lie with your husband, and two guards will be placed outside of your bedroom door so that you are not disturbed.”
You nodded along, listening to his words, the formality of the affair hitting you.
“Although it is a private and intimate affair, your servants will come in after it is over, bringing in items for your husband so that he can tend to you.”
Do-Yun turned to you, stopping both of you on your stroll.
“I spoke to our king about this earlier, your highness.” He said. “He is eager, ready for you to be the mother of his child.”
You smiled, your cheeks bright red at discussing such matters with the religious man.
Jungkook walked through the village, his back turned to the palace. He rolled his head, his neck aching from the bed he had been given at the town’s brothel. The women who did business there, angry at the king for arresting Soo-Min, took Jungkook in when they saw him roaming the village streets and realized he had left his position.
Although he was grateful to the women, and he knew that it was not safe for him to stay in the village, he couldn’t force himself to run any further away from you. Not yet, at least.
He wandered through the marketplace, delivering his letter to Ara to the local postmaster, just as he promised. He then took in all the sights and sounds, remembering that this is where you took your favorite weekly strolls with Ji-Soo back when times were simpler.
He purchased a piece of fruit as his dinner, and made his way back to the brothel. Lost in thought, contemplating how everything played out, he found himself back in his temporary bedroom.
He lay on his bed, listening to the sounds of sin from the room next to him. Even with his door shut, the sounds of grunts, whines, expletives and lewd noises echoed found their way to his bedroom. He found himself unable to occupy his mind with something to distract him from his surroundings, and felt himself become hard between his thighs at the sound of the woman and her paying guest next door.
“YES…YES!” She squealed over the sound of their bed squeaking. “Fuck me… yes… harder…”
Jungkook groaned in frustration, unable to contain himself. He removed his garments, and laid back in his bed. Closing his eyes, he began touching himself to the sounds of debauchery that the thin walls couldn’t contain.
His head threw back, his eyes squeezed shut, he listened to her moans, whines and whimpers. His breath becoming heavy, his heart’s thumps becoming louder as he pleasured himself in his hand.
Listening to her, he imagined how he had you that night by the water; how beautiful you were, laying bare in the grass underneath him. How you wrapped your legs around him, and how he took in your scent as he thrusted into you.
“Mmm… Y/N, yes… Don’t stop…” He mumbled under his breath, feeling himself be carried away to his peak by his indecent memory.
His face scrunched as he became close to his high, only to be interrupted abruptly by the door opening. Quickly snapping back to reality, he grabbed the sheet and covered himself, his eyes widened with surprise.
“It’s ok.” A woman giggled as she walked through the door, her bottom half wrapped in a floor-length skirt, while her top half was left exposed. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed of.”
“Who are you?” Jungkook asked, impatiently waiting for her to leave. He concentrated hard on her face, ignoring the temptation to look at her breasts in the state he was in.
“It doesn’t matter.” She responded with a light laugh. “But I know who you are, Jungkook. I think it’s admirable what you did, deserting that bastard of a king.”
Jungkook scoffed, causing her to raise an eyebrow at him. She looked down, noticing his length being barely contained by the thin sheet. She smirked to herself.
“I bet you were thinking of our queen, weren’t you?” She asked, causing Jungkook to look at her in surprise.
“Word travels fast.” She explained to him. “Many of our king’s soldiers and guardsmen have mistresses here. Men let words fall from their lips when ours are sucking their cocks. So eager to tell us everything.”
“No.” She smiled. “I have no need for gossip. But you do have something else that I need.”
She removed her skirt, and made her way over to his bed, crawling on top of his covered body. He grunted, feeling her warmth on him, separated only by a sheet. She leaned down into his ear, placing her breasts onto his chest before whispering;
“You have money.” She explained softly. She grinds herself onto him lightly from outside the sheet, causing him to throw his head back.
“You also have a body full of lust.” She said, her breath hitting his ear. “I’ll offer a discount, for your brave desertion. For a small fee, I can soothe your needy cock. How does that sound?”
Jungkook, shocked to notice his hands were already on her breasts, bit his lip. He felt her breath and soft lips tickle his skin, her legs placed on either side of his barely-covered body, her heat grinding gently on him. Though his heart ached with love for you, he knew that you were not his, and he was not yours. If he couldn’t have you, there was no use in denying himself of his needs.
“Fine.” He growled, causing her to smirk.
She removed the sheet that kept them apart, and slowly placed herself on his length, causing him to grunt as she lowered herself onto him. She began to ride him, his hands on her hips as he watched her breasts bounce with every moment, admiring her hardened nipples.
She leaned back down, whining into his neck as he thrusted up into her.
“Fuck me, Jungkook.” She begged, whimpering with each thrust he gave her throughout the night.
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The moon lit up the gardens as you walked with your servants to the bath house. Your heart pounded, praying that the gods would be favorable to you and your husband tonight.
As you entered the bath house, servant women were already undressed and in the tub which had been decorated with red and white rose petals. The women smiled at you, their hair up, eager to prepare you for such an important occasion. You offered them a smile back as a couple more women removed your garments, leaving only the hibiscus necklace that was still around your neck from your vulnerable night with your husband, and helped you into the tub.
The women took their time, allowing soft cloths to wash each inch of your body. Neck, breasts, stomach, thighs, feet. Nothing was left untouched. One woman stood in the tub behind you, working on your hair.
“I bet your baby will have hair as beautiful as yours, my queen.” She said to you as she tied your locks into intricate but loose braids.
“Nothing too tight.” She explained. “Our king will think this is beautiful but tonight, your comfort is the important thing.”
The women worked hard, but talked to you and amongst themselves. The air full of joy and excitement. The servants giggled, sharing their ideas on motherhood and cooing over the baby that had not even been created yet.
“I bet they’ll be beautiful, just like their mother.” One servant said.
“And strong, just like their father.” Another responded.
You smiled and blushed, listening to their excited words. Your heart pounded in the realization that your baby wouldn’t just be a start to your family with Yoongi, but they would be an heir. The continuation of a dynasty. Your baby isn’t just to be loved by Yoongi and yourself, but they are to be loved by every citizen within the borders of Yoongi’s reign. The women were not just cooing over a baby, they were imaging the next heir to the throne.
As you were helped out of the tub, the women rubbed lotion on every inch of skin, leaving your skin soft and lightly scented. They then dressed you in your garment for the night; a white lace and silk robe, almost transparent, that hugged your feminine shape. The flower pendant resting between your breasts, causing your heart to flutter.
The women then escorted you to the palace, where you were walked to your bedroom door. You were met my Do-Yun and two guards at the closed door.
“If I may say, my queen, you look wonderful.” The priest said. “Our king is awaiting your company.”
You smiled and nodded. The servant woman and Do-Yun gave you a bow as the guards separated, allowing you into your bedroom. They shut the door behind you, taking their place in front of the door.
The room was dimly lit, candle light flickering, creating shadows on the wall and a warm atmosphere to the room. Yoongi, in a gorgeously embroidered robe, turned to face you. His eyes wide as he took in your appearance, admiring your figure draped in lace. He walked over to you, his gaze soft.
“You’re so beautiful…” He whispered. He placed his hands on your hips and peppered gentle but wet kisses from your ear, down to your neck, causing you to close your eyes and cock your head to the side, granting his lips full access to caress your skin.
He slowly removed your garment, leaving you nude in front of him, but you didn’t open your eyes in response to your skin meeting the air of the bedroom. Lost in his gentle touch, you stood still feeling his soft lips worship your body. Kissing from your neck, to your shoulder, before finding your breasts. He gave your nipples some light attention with his tongue before continuing his exploration down your body. Delicate, wet kisses meeting your stomach as he got down closer to the floor, but stopping before he touched your sensitive center.
“So beautiful.” He repeated to himself. “The love of my life.”
He then raised himself back up, looking at your features before placing his lips to yours, wasting no time in deepening the kiss. As your tongue explored his, you removed his robe, letting it the fabric pool around his feet. One hand placed on the back of his neck, the other resting on his chest. He smiled in the kiss as he felt your hand gently trace down his body, finding their way in between his thighs.
“I… love… you…” He whispered in between kisses, his hands on your breasts, fondling them.
You smiled, taking his hardened length into your hands and pumping him slowly. Listening to him groan into your kiss, you felt your core tingle and wetting, knowing your touch made him crazy. You felt him throb in your hand, desperate and aching for more.
You removed your lips from his, looking into his lustful eyes as you slowly dropped to knees in front of him. You licked a long, wet stripe up his length, causing him to take a deep breath in as a response to your teasing. You flicked little wet licks onto his sensitive spot on the tip, before licking all over the head. He threw his head back, his eyes closed, letting out a moan as you took him in your mouth, bobbing your head on his length slowly, relaxing him into you.
“That’s it…” He praised. “So good for me… such a good girl…”
You could feel yourself becoming wetter at the sound of his praises, continuing to let your mouth pleasure him for a few moments longer before rising back up. He groaned at the sudden loss of your lips, and took you into his arms. Picking you up so that your legs were wrapped around him. He looked up at you, his eyes full of love and lust, before laying you on the bed.
He got down between your thighs, nibbling and kissing delicately at the skin as he made his way to your core, stopping right before he touched your heat.
“You’re so wet for me.” He said with a smirk. Taking one finger, he traced the skin along your opening, causing you to whimper with anticipation. “You love pleasuring your king, don’t you? Love tasting your husband’s cock?”
“Yes.” You whined, growing frustrated with his teasing.
He chuckled to himself, listening to your impatience. He opened your center just a bit, giving himself access to lick a wet line from the bottom to the top, tasting all of you. You gasped, moving your hand to his hair, keeping him at your heat.
He took two fingers, sliding it into you, rubbing up to your sweet spot. His tongue went between flat, long licks, to focusing little, circular licks and sucking onto your sensitive bud. Allowing himself to taste you completely, looking up from his work to your face. Blissed out, you whined loudly, your fingers gripping tightly into Yoongi’s hair. Your eyes squeezed shut, Yoongi could tell you were close.
“YOONGI… Don’t stop… don’t…OH!” You squealed as Yoongi delivered the finishing rub to your sweet spot, and one last flick of the tongue onto your clit. He smiled as he removed his fingers from you, wrapping his arms around your quivering thighs. He placed soft kisses and calming licks to your core, allowing you to come down from your orgasm.
“Such a good girl, my love.” He said, bringing his lips to yours. “Taste.”
You pulled him in, placing a hungry kiss to his lips, your tongue tasting his. He smiled, enjoying how it felt to be the reason for your pleasure instead of your pain.
“I need to be inside you.” He whispered, taking his place on top of you, in between your legs. He took himself in his hands, teasing your opening with his tip. He looked to you, your head resting on a pillow, your hands on your breasts and your eyes watching his length graze against your center.
He continued to watch your features as he slid himself in, your eyes widening with the stretch of your husband filling you perfectly. He listened to your whines as he brought himself closer to you, making eye contact as he began his slow strokes. He removed your hands from your breasts, placing one of either side of your head, his fingers interlocked with yours.
“Your pussy…” He groaned as he stroked in and out of you. “… it’s so perfect for me. You were made for me.”
He leaned down into your neck, his hot breath tickling your skin. You removed your fingers from his, and dug your nails into his back, wrapping your legs around him as his deep thrusts continued. He took the opportunity of a free hand to reach in between the two of you, rubbing your bud gently. In between your whines, he whispered sweet but lewd things into your ear.
“So beautiful… so perfect… mine. All mine.” He grunted deeply into your ear. “My pussy to fuck. You want that, don’t you? Want your husband’s cock to fuck your sweet, wet pussy? Want me to put a baby in you?”
“Yes… Yoongi…” You whimpered. “All yours. Take this pussy. Give me a baby.”
He takes his only free hand, while the other is rubbing your sensitive bud, and squeezes your cheeks in his hand, making you look into his eyes.
“Whose pussy is this?” He growled. “Who owns your sweet cunt? Say it loud, so that everyone can hear who you belong to.”
Lost in his lust, his strokes become deeper and harder, pounding possessively into you as his fingers continue to stimulate your clit, leaving you shaking underneath him as you edge closer to another peak.
“Yours…YOONGI!” You scream, digging your nails into his back. “All yours… all yours…” You repeated as your muscles twitched in bliss, shaking legs tightening around his waist.
“That’s right, my love…” He said, his strokes becoming sloppier and harder with passion, shaking the bed. “You’re all mine. Such a good girl... my good girl. My perfect…UGH…perfect angel… perfect pussy…”
His grunts filled the room, burying his head into your neck, his eyes squeezed shut as he felt you tighten around him. Lost in the heat of the moment as he approached his release, his mind could only conjure up one groaning word to escape from his lips into your ear;
“Mine.”
“Mine.”
“Mine.”
Possessive passion took over, and with one last thrusts, he relaxed into you, allowing his release to wash over him. He laid on top of you, your breaths in sync as you allowed yourselves an intimate moment of rest. He lifted his head to look in your eyes, not wanting to remove himself from you yet, enjoying the closeness. His hands found your neck, placing them gently on your skin, allowing his thumbs to graze your soft, sweat-glistened skin.
“I love you.” He said quietly. “You’re mine. I’ll never hurt you again, little flower.”
You lifted a hand to touch the back of his, your thumb delicately rubbing his skin.
“I know.” You whispered, looking into his eyes. His lust being replaced by genuine adoration. “I love you too, Yoongi.”
His lips found yours once more as he continued to hold your face in his hands, allowing himself to get lost in tasting you once more before you untangled your legs from around him. He rolled off of you, and took his place beside you, covering your bodies with the luxurious bedding.
After a few quiet moments of you laying on your sides, admiring each other in a moment of intimacy, there was a knock on the door.
A couple servant women came in, carrying two trays with an assortment of items, just as Do-Yun said. A porcelain bowl of fresh water with a clean cloth, two cups with a container of freshly brewed tea, and a plate with an array of marketplace fruits. The women bowed, resting a tray on each bedside before swiftly exiting from the room, allowing you to continue your special night with your husband.
Yoongi took the cloth, and dipped it in the fresh water, before lifting the bedding and dabbing it along your skin, cooling you down. He placed gentle kisses along your body as he cleaned you off, stopping to give extra love to your stomach.
“I hope I am not speaking too soon,” He said. “but I feel as though the gods have blessed us tonight.”
You smiled down at your sweet husband, who’s lips were planted on your stomach, as though something had already happened. His excitement and love seemed to glow off of him, a light in an otherwise dim room.
After he decorated your skin with clean water and kisses, he pulled you into his arms. His heart fluttered as your eyelids became heavy, slowly losing the battle to keep you awake. He caressed your hair, watching you drift off to sleep, before his own slumber followed shortly behind. x
Genre: Angst, Smut (Namjoon)
Characters: King!Yoongi, Servant! Jungkook, Queen! Reader (feat. King!Namjoon)
Rating: M (18+)
Warnings: Assault, blood, consensual + nonconsensual sex/r*pe, guilt/shame, sexual assault, strong language, themes of kidnapping, mentions of prostitution, violence.
Word Count: 3.6k
Previous Part: (x)
A/N: Here’s part nine! A little earlier in the day than I usually post, but I wanted to put it out there since I didn’t yesterday. Again, thank you for being so patient, and I’m sorry for the delay. BIG WARNING before reading this part, there are some explicit, heavy things in this. Please read the warnings before going into it. I hope you enjoy. x
Ji-Soo made her way through the palace halls, out into the courtyard where she looked up to see Yoongi. His face showing frustration, lost in thought as he watches over his men. Jungkook walks out of the war room, head shaking in disgust as he walks behind the king to the stairs down the balcony.
She followed the servant through the bustling crowd of soldiers into his quarters, shutting the door behind him. Jungkook turns to face her.
“What is it that you want?” He asks her, annoyed.
“The gods should damn you for your foolishness.” She said, tears flooding down her cheeks. “I told you to take her and leave this place. I begged you to keep her safe, you chose to ignore me. Now look what’s happened, he… Namjoon… he took her.”
Ji-Soo hung her head and sobbed, Jungkook’s eyes soft as he gazed at the weeping woman.
“I carry that shame, Ji-Soo. Guilt lays heavy on my heart. I miss her deeply, and I will have her back here. I swear it.” He promised. “Yoongi’s men need time to heal and train. Weapons need to be made. But she will come back home.”
“I… I did not know he would take her…” Ji-Soo whispered, causing Jungkook’s brows to furrow in confusion at her words.
Later the night after Kim Dae-Hyun’s Execution…
The town brothel was filled with the grunts of men and the whimpers of women, lost in their own hedonism. Not that Ji-Soo could pay attention to their noises through the pleasure between her own thighs that Namjoon delivered with each thrust. Lost in their own world, confined to the four walls of their private, reserved room.
“Such a good girl… wrap your legs around me.” He demanded, looking down at the blissful face of the woman lying on their rented bed. She smiled, throwing her legs around his waist, pulling him in close to her.
He lowered himself to her neck, kissing her skin, his lips smiling at her light squeals as he continued his deep strokes in and out of her. Sweat dripped off of his skin, his breath heavy on her skin as his thrusts quickened.
“I’m so close, my love. So…UGH…so close…” He whispered, squeezing his eyes shut as pleasure overtook him. The sound of the room quieted as he removed himself from her tight embrace, placing a kiss on her forehead.
He rolled off of her, lying on the bed. His gaze caught her eyes staring at him adoringly. He looked over to her and smirked at the woman; her hair tousled, her skin glistening with sweat. Her lips swollen from his kisses, and the bottom half of her exhausted body covered by a sheet, exposing her nude form from the chest up.
“You’re so beautiful.” He said to her softly, causing her to blush. “I see why Yoongi kept you at the palace even after he fell for his queen. That dog may not invite Soo-Min or her women here to keep him company anymore, but he couldn’t resist hiring one as a servant, just to gaze at.”
“Oh, quiet yourself.” She giggled, rolling her eyes. “The bastard never looks at me, he is too enchanted by his wife.”
“Then he really is as much of a fool as I believed him to be.” Namjoon said, leaning over to her to plant a sweet kiss on her lips.
“When I got your invitation to meet, I expected to see you in worse spirits, after I gave you word of your brother’s death.” She said, her eyes empathetic as she gazed at him.
“I will not lie. Although I am saddened over his passing, my tears cannot fall. As you said, now is the time to conquer. Seize the opportunity, make it so his death was not in vain.” Namjoon said, his hand holding hers gently. “I will make sure that dog and his bitch burns for his actions.”
Ji-Soo’s eyes widened. “Why her highness? What has she done to deserve punishment? She is kind to her people, they all think of her so fondly… myself included.”
Namjoon scoffed. “She took his hand, she has his name. Has spending so much time with her made you soft, my love?”
“No, it’s just that I-”
“What is it?” He glared at her. “I need to know you are behind me, do not allow her to take your focus. I allowed Yoongi’s advisors to gather intelligence that I plan to take his life. They will warn him of my intentions, and he will come to have my head. I will attack him at his camp, where they are unprepared. A few of my men will be sent into this town to kill that whore Soo-Min right here in her own brothel. A price to pay for her lying tongue, before then going to kill Yoongi’s bitch.”
“Yoongi’s soldiers invite their mistresses to the camp with them.” Ji-Soo informed Namjoon. “Soo-Min will surely be there, as well. An opportunity for her to seduce the king one last time. You may kill her there.”
“Perfect.” Namjoon smiled. “I’ll kill the dog with a harlot’s mouth around his cock, and when they are all gone, everything will be mine. The courtyard where my brother’s life ended will then be on land of our family’s name. Then, I’ll make you my queen.”
Namjoon lifted Ji-Soo’s hand up to his lips, placing a kiss on her hand, causing her to blush. He pulled her on top of him, his lips finding hers. He allowed his tongue to explore hers as his hands settled her onto his lap.
“I must go back to my land soon, my love.” He whispered. “Let me enjoy your love one last time before I go.”
She smiled before positioning herself down on his once again hardened length. She whimpered as she slid herself onto him, taking him in fully, grinding her hips on him. His hands squeezed her hips, looking up at her as she threw her head back and whined, pleasuring herself on him.
After one more intimate session, they departed the brothel, kissing and sharing an ‘I love you’ one last time at the door. Namjoon turned in the opposite direction, taking his place on his horse before riding off towards the border.
Ji-Soo filled with panic. Her time spent with you had caused her to care about you. You trusted her deeply. She genuinely felt a companionship with you that she had not intended. Although she had little regard for Yoongi’s life, she did not understand why it was necessary for Namjoon to take yours in the seize of power.
She walked quickly back through the gates of the palace, onto the court yard, where she saw Jungkook. She read the devastation on his face, and she knew that everyone had gotten news of Namjoon’s intentions. The plan was in motion.
“Wait, please!” she yelled to the servant, who turned to face her.
After a conversation of begging and attempting to convince the servant boy to listen to her words, Ji-Soo pleaded,
“…Give her your love, keep her protected. Convince her to leave with you.”
Ji-Soo sobbed at the memory, wondering if there was anything else she could have done. She feared for your life. Namjoon had not written her since he took you from her arms so coldly, ignoring her screams to leave you alone.
She ran out of Jungkook’s bedroom, leaving him with a confused and saddened look on his face.
You felt the warmth of your new servant’s arm wrapped around yours. In a way, you were thankful for it; it’s the only thing you find yourself able to feel anymore.
A sense of numbness became all too familiar for you in the three months since becoming a captive queen in Namjoon’s palace. He made sure his servants were around you always, ready to supply you with anything you requested. He showered you in gifts, expecting you to wear whatever he had made for you in the company of others. Whenever the two of you were surrounded by servants, soldiers, guards or palace guests, he gazed at you as though you were a prize. A trophy that he had won, that he had bested another man for.
It was not love. It was shallow. A show of power and prestige.
Behind closed doors, he did not do what Yoongi had you so accustomed to. He did not pull you in his arms, and ask you about your day. He did not allow you in his villages market, afraid you would run from him. Namjoon did not care enough to have long conversations, romance you in the ways Yoongi did. He only cared about your beauty, your reputation as a kind queen. To have you on his arm elevated his pride. He did not love you, he loved what you symbolized, and what you were able to give to him.
The servants led you into Namjoon’s bathhouse, shutting the door as they took their place, staring straight ahead, averting their eyes to the tub. Namjoon was sitting in the water, his eyes soft but piercing as they looked at you.
“Come, my love.” He said. “Join me.”
You went into the water, as Namjoon pulled you close to him. He sat you between his legs, placing kisses up your neck as his hands felt your chest before resting on your abdomen.
“The gods have not blessed us with a child yet, but I have faith.” Namjoon whispered in your ear. “Let me take you again tonight.”
You sighed, your eyes saddened as he took your hand in his, placing it on his length. With his other hand, he reached between your thighs, rubbing on your sensitive clit.
“Stroke it.” He demanded. “Pleasure your husband.”
You hesitantly took it in your hands, slowly beginning to feel him under the water, your stomach in knots.
“That’s it…” He whispered. He teased your clit gently before slipping in a finger. A light whimper escaped your lips, your cheeks red in embarrassment. “It’s quite alright. Enjoy yourself my love. It’s natural for a wife to respond to her husband’s touch.”
He curled his fingers into you a few more times, before bringing them to your lips.
“Open for me, my love.” He commanded. You parted your lips slightly, allowing him to slide them onto your tongue. “Taste.”
He fixated on your face as you nervously stared at him, your tongue lightly working on his fingers, as he told you to do. He smirked, noticing your movements on his length had quickened.
“You enjoy stroking your king’s cock, don’t you, my dear? Taking pleasure in touching your husband?”
He moved his hand from his mouth to your chest, feeling on you before bringing his lips to them. He sucked and nibbled on your breasts. You whimpered, feeling hatred towards yourself for the way this man touched you, and disgust at your body for reacting to him the way that it did.
“I need to be inside you.” He growled. He grabbed your hips tightly with his hands, pulling you onto his length, sliding you down so you could take him fully.
You moaned as he thrusted into you, your hand instinctively coming to cover your mouth. Shame across your face, knowing the servant women in the room could see, averting their eyes to Namjoon’s debaucherous, power-furled scene.
“Do not quiet yourself.” He hissed, pulling your hand away from your mouth. “They can hear.”
He placed a quick smack onto your bottom, causing another whimper to leave your lips. He then held your neck in his hands, squeezing lightly, a look of possessive lust in his eyes.
He watched you bounced slightly with every thrust, your breasts moving, your delicate neck in his hands. Your lips parted, failing to contain your whimpers and whines. He smirked as his thrusts slowed.
“Grind yourself on me.” He barked. “Find your pleasure.”
You slowly began to grind on his length. Through his impatience, he moved his hands from your neck onto your hips, pressing you into him, attempting to control your movements. You threw your head back, a tear falling down your cheek as you felt your body giving in to him. You clutched around him tightly, causing him to hiss.
“Whose cunt is this?” He snarled. “Say it.”
“Y-Yours.” You stuttered through your quivering lips.
“Say my name. Whose cock are you coming on?”
“Namjoo-OON!” You whined loudly. Your legs shaking and muscles twitching as you met your release. Your mortifying sense of pleasure taking over.
“YES.” Namjoon grunted, thrusting into you, giving you no moment of rest. “Gonna fuck this sweet pussy…this cunt that I own…gonna put…OH…gonna put a baby in you.”
The sound of skin slapping, water splashing and Namjoon’s moans filled the room. The servant women stood by, their hands shaky as they kept their eyes facing directly in front of them, averting their eyes to their king’s almost animalistic display of lust and possession.
Bent over the side of his tub, you lay still, exhausted by the acts of the man behind you. You felt as though your legs may give out, your eyes glazed over, a sense of disconnection taking over. With one more grunt escaping through Namjoon’s lips, a disrupting sense of warm washed over.
He pulled out, leaning back for a moment in the water, looking at you. Your skin swollen, light scratch marks on your hips, your skin drenched in sweat. He found his way out of the tub, servants rushing to dry him in fresh towels and dress him in his robe.
“Clean her.” He demanded. “Then have her escorted to our bedroom.”
He stood and watched as the women entered the tub, washing your hair and attempting to soothe your skin. You felt as though you wanted to cry, yet no tears came out.
You felt disgust at yourself, hatred towards Namjoon.
You missed Yoongi, and the love he gave so freely.
You missed Jungkook, and the comfort he provided.
The servant women’s soft, sympathetic smiles did nothing to soften your pain.
“I will be waiting for you in our bed, my queen.” Namjoon said, inducing a sickened feeling in your stomach.
As he walked out of his bath house, you sat there in numbness. The servants silently finished your bath and had you wrapped in a robe before calling on a guardsman to have you escorted to Namjoon’s bedroom.
The next morning, Jungkook walked out of his quarters. His arrow pouch strapped to his back, his bow held tightly in his hand. His long, dark hair pulled back from his face, exposing a look of determination and anticipation.
After three months of your absence, Yoongi and his men were prepared to overtake Namjoon’s palace.
Yoongi spotted Jungkook from the balcony, watching him make his way through the courtyard. Bustling with soldiers and guardsmen, Jungkook watched as they mounted their horses, sharpened their weapons and fastened their armor.
“Jungkook.” Yoongi called from behind him, walking down the steps to greet him. “When we arrive at that bastard’s gates, I do not know what we’ll be met with. I hear you are an excellent marksman, but I know you are no soldier. Thank you, for risking yourself.”
“Your highness, if I may speak freely, I am not doing this for you.” Jungkook said. “I am doing this for my queen, so that maybe I can hold her in my arms once more.”
Yoongi chuckled, turning away from Jungkook.
“When she is here, back home, and I know that she is safe… I will leave.” Jungkook said. Yoongi turned back to face him, his brows furrowed.
“You’re resigning your position?” Yoongi asked. Jungkook nodded in response.
“I failed her. Today, I will right that wrong by fighting for her return, but I cannot risk doing it again. If I survive today to face her, I will give her my goodbyes, and I will leave.”
Yoongi nodded, placing a hand on Jungkook’s shoulder. They stood in silence for a moment, before Yoongi walked to his horse, taking his place on the creature.
“MEN!” Yoongi shouted, gathering the attention of his soldiers. “Today is a day of triumph. We ride, not only to bring back our queen, but to put an end to the Kim dynasty. Today marks the end of a war fought by our fathers. The gods are on our side.”
The soldiers cheered, raising their weapons in the air in a celebration of Yoongi’s words. With that, Jungkook took his place on his black horse, and followed Yoongi and his men out of the palace gates.
The next day, you sat in Namjoon’s bedroom, in a chair placed in front of the vanity he had bought for you. You watched as the servant woman standing behind you worked on your updo, placing pins in the locks to keep them in place. She took your comb, and placed it in your hair. The one you wore the day of your kidnapping. The one you had worn every day. The one Yoongi gifted you as a wedding gift.
Jade, decorated with golden hibiscus flowers.
Yoongi’s symbol of eternal love; passed from his grandmother to his mother, and now, on to you.
Lost in your thoughts, you were interrupted by the sound of shouts outside. You and the servant jerked your head up, your brows furrowed at the noise.
“My queen, I believe it’s best if you stay seated.” She said, walking out of the bedroom.
You sat and watched, before your breathing halted at the sound of her terrified scream.
Your heart pounded as you got up from the chair, shaky hands opening the door. The servant lay on the ground in front of the door, blood pooling from her lifeless body.
You gasped, looking around for any immediate danger before rushing in the direction of the palace gates.
You did not know who was attacking or for what reason, but you knew that you would rather die than stay another minute under Namjoon’s possessive marriage. You took your chances, making a run to freedom in the midst of the chaos.
The sounds of metal clashing filled the air, the copper smell of blood lingering. Shouts and screams and pained wails echoed through the palace as you tried to navigate through the violent mayhem.
You were able to make it onto the courtyard, where your eyes darted around the scenes of disorder until they stopped. Frozen in disbelief, you watched with eyes wide, believing you had to have been dreaming.
Yoongi.
His blade clashing with that of Namjoon’s, dangerously dancing through the commotion of the violence. A glaring look of hatred you had seen splashed across his face as he fought against Namjoon.
You saw an arrow fly down, hitting Namjoon in the shoulder. He wailed in pain, but continued his attempts to deliver blows to Yoongi. Your eyes looked up to Namjoon’s balcony.
Jungkook.
He remained focused, shooting piercing arrows through the crowd, expertly delivering blows to Namjoon’s men. Arrows penetrated into skin with a precision and coarseness that expertly demonstrated his talents, passed down by his hunter father.
A pained howl came from Namjoon’s lips as Yoongi delivered a puncturing stab to his abdomen, bringing him to his knees.
“Tell your men to stand down.” Yoongi demanded, holding his sword to Namjoon’s neck. “DO IT NOW.”
“STAND DOWN.” Namjoon shouted through his pain, dropping his weapon.
His men slowly halted their fighting, dropping their weapons. Yoongi kept his blade at Namjoon’s neck waiting for the last of his soldiers’ swords to fall. Jungkook kept one arrow pointed at Namjoon, piercing eyes locked on him.
“ON YOUR KNEES.” Yoongi shouted at Namjoon’s men, anger burning in his gaze. They gradually admitted defeat, taking their place on the ground.
Yoongi’s soldiers began tying up the hands of Namjoon’s men in preparation of capture. Yoongi smirked at the view of Namjoon on his knees in front of him.
“Wait!” You shouted, causing Yoongi to look at you.
You walked over to Yoongi, glaring at Namjoon. You looked up at Jungkook, his eyes sparkling when he met your gaze, lowering his bow.
Your looked up at Yoongi, his eyes watering with tears at the sight of you. The two of you stood there for a moment in silence, staring at each other like you were trying to memorize each other’s features, as though they needed to be tattooed into your memory through fear of another separation.
Your hands gently found his, and without leaving his gaze, your fingers untangled his from the grip of his blade, taking the weapon into your own hand.
“Oh, my love…” Namjoon purred. “You would never let this dog kill me, I should have known.”
You looked down at him, your eyes cold.
“You’re right. I would never let him kill you…” You said, leaning into his ear. “…Because I’m going to.”
Namjoon’s eyes widened in shock and fear, before you pierced Yoongi’s weapon into Namjoon’s chest, holding it before letting go, watching him fall to the ground, his blood spilling on the ground.
Yoongi and Jungkook stood in shock. Their eyes wide and their mouths slightly opened at your display of rage.
You stood there for a moment in silence, before turning to Yoongi.
“Take me home, my love.” You said. You began to walk towards the palace gates, Yoongi watching you before you paused. Looking out the gates, you had one last request;
“Tell our guards to have Ji-Soo and Soo-Min arrested and charged with crimes against our family.” x
