Can i request a scoups smut? He couldnt control himself and just takes you the second be sees you laying on the bed with his shirt on
[9:09] 𝙲.𝚂𝙲
☆ PAIRING: Choi Seungcheol x F!reader
☆ TROPE : Established relationship
☆ GENRE: Smut
☆ WORDCOUNT: 1.2k
☆ CONTENT/WARNINGS : Use of nicknames, Unprotected sex, slight degradation, light dom/sub themes, oral.
“Cheol, grab my charger for me,” You call out, resting your chin on your arm. You were sprawled out on your bed, swinging your legs mindlessly. “Got them,” Seungcheol strides into the room, making his way to the bed, and placing the charger next to your bed. His hands almost immediately travel to your waist, caressing down to your love handles. His thumbs massage your sore muscles, drawing sighs and satisfied hums through you.
The sight of you laying on his bed, wrapped in his shirt felt cozy. It had him feeling fuzzy inside. But it also had blood rushing down to his cock. And your bare legs offered plenty of help for his brain to paint images.
“Looks pretty snug on you, you want to keep the shirt?” Seungcheol murmurs, nuzzling his face against your spine. “Yes, I need more of these,” You mumble back, turning around to throw your arms lazily around his shoulders. “Looks like somebody's getting worked up though,” a teasing glint painted your orbs as you grinned up at him. You knew well the tone his voice dripped with – whenever his mind raced with thoughts of unraveling you.
“Can you blame me, angel? You look so gorgeous–” “You mean while doing nothing?” You ask in an exasperated tone. Yet you don't hold back in placing equally desperate kisses down the milky skin of his neck.
“Especially when you're doing nothing but sitting here looking so mine.”
“You're ridiculous, cheol.” You giggle against his ears, but his grip around your torso only tightens. “And you're cumming on my tongue, right now, on my face, baby.”
His hands flip you to rest you on your back, before he's moving down to your thighs, while caressing your calves. His cherry plump lips leave pillowed kisses over your inner thighs as he rakes the shirt up further. His breath hitches when his eyes land over your glistening pussy.
And his head dips face first against your folds, his tongue darting out to wedge between your lips.
“Mhnmfh- Cheol!” You whimper slightly, letting your thighs naturally mount his shoulders. His large hands wrap around them, the warmth seep off his hands comfortably. Seungcheol laps at your juices lazily, yet his tongue moves zealously, prodding at your hole. He moves his hands down to pinch your clit, making you yelp loudly.
His lips stretch into a smirk against your folds as he rubs his thumb down in harsh circles. Hot tongue pries your walls to stretch and pulsate against it. Your hips shake despite the tight grasp Seungcheol has over them,
“Mhmmf- fuck Cheoll- want more please, need your cock in me- pleasepleaseplease”
Your rambles fall on deaf ears as he focuses entirely on your gushing pussy, his thumb lodging between your glistening folds. Your womanhood is hot against his cold thumb as he spreads your slick, intentionally straying from massaging your clit.
You grip his hair strands in frustration and on cue, Seuncheol raises from between your legs. “So impatient, princess. And here I thought I could spend hours eating this sweet pussy out,” You squeak out a whine, “but it looks like this pussy is too desperate to swallow my dick.”
Seungcheol lands a harsh slap against your pussy and it sends sparks jolting through your body as a yelp erupts from you.
“Get on all fours, love,” Seungcheol mutters and the command has you scrambling to get on your hands and knees.
His warm large hand presses over your lower back, an instinctive order to arch to his control causing his shirt to loosely bunch around your torso. Seungcheol moves his hands to undo his sweats, freeing his cock as it springs out to slap against your ass. A relieved sigh rumbles from him, his hand moving to jerk his swollen head, giving it a few pumps. He retracts his hips to align his fat cock to your hole.
Pushing in ever so slightly, his warm tip pushes past the resistance of your hole, bullying your walls open. And then Seungcheol suddenly stills.
You whine loudly almost immediately at the pause, your hole fluttering around his tip in excitement. “Please- cheol, I want it so bad, need you so bad”
His hand slaps your ass harshly, “You want it so bad baby?” You nod desperately as the need claws at your insides. Gosh you needed to feel his dick between your warm walls, you needed to feel his head brushing against your g-spot over and over and over until you couldn't help but cum and cream his cock to your hearts content.
“Then fuck yourself on my cock, baby. Show me how desperate you are for me to fill you up.”
Your whines turn into mewls of frustration, only to be silenced instantly by a slap that lands flush on your soft plump ass. A warning.
Tears cling to your eyelashes as you move your hips ever so slightly. You arch your back further, practically laying your chest on the bed, giving more access for you to fuck yourself on his dick. The stretch that follows when you slowly sink back into his cock has your hands scramming to clutch something. You bunch the sheets under your hands, biting down on them.
Both of you let out muffled moans, eyes closing to feel how your pussy clamped down on his head.
Knowing you were going to receive yet another punishing spank if you stilled any longer, you move your hips ever so slightly. Starting with a slow pace that barely caused either of you two to reach anywhere near your orgasm. “Tch- so slow love, c'mon, I know you can do better than that,” Seungcheol muttered, his hands gripping your ass tight enough for his nails to sink into your flesh a little.
You almost want to snark back, but you can barely make out a coherent sentence, all your brain cells focusing on accommodating Seungcheol's heavy cock in your pussy.
Laying your palms flat on the bed as you raise your hips to try and angle yourself better, you set a faster pace. Squelching noises resonating through the room as your pussy stretches and gapes to take his cock down to the hilt. You retreat back to fully slam back down again, and while doing, his cockhead brushes against the spot that has you writhing.
“Oh- Oh my fucking god- hannhhg”
Your moans spill past despite the makeshift gag, the sheets barely serving their purpose to muffle your noises.
“Fuck thats it-” That is all the warning that you receive, before Seungcheol's hands grip your hips and slam you back onto his dick. He moves your body as he pleases, making you bounce up and down on his cock. His head falls back, relishing the feeling of your soft walls that had his muscles clenching hard.
Your toes curl when Seungcheol manhandles you to angle his cock to hit right where he feels home. The incessant thrusts and an animalistic pace he sets has you gushing around his cock in minutes.
“Fuckfuckfuck- oh- fuck,” Seungcheol lets out a series of curses as your pussy tightens around his dick harshly, immediately making him tip over his own edge. His hips relentlessly smack against your ass, as he rides his own orgasm out. His dick painting your walls with his cum, filling you up so fucking good, it has you believing the amount of cum rests like a subtle bump on your lower abdomen.
“Mhmfg- how about one more round, cheolie?” You ask, teasingly.
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Can i request a scoups smut? He couldnt control himself and just takes you the second be sees you laying on the bed with his shirt on
[9:09] 𝙲.𝚂𝙲
☆ PAIRING: Choi Seungcheol x F!reader
☆ TROPE : Established relationship
☆ GENRE: Smut
☆ WORDCOUNT: 1.2k
☆ CONTENT/WARNINGS : Use of nicknames, Unprotected sex, slight degradation, light dom/sub themes, oral.
“Cheol, grab my charger for me,” You call out, resting your chin on your arm. You were sprawled out on your bed, swinging your legs mindlessly. “Got them,” Seungcheol strides into the room, making his way to the bed, and placing the charger next to your bed. His hands almost immediately travel to your waist, caressing down to your love handles. His thumbs massage your sore muscles, drawing sighs and satisfied hums through you.
The sight of you laying on his bed, wrapped in his shirt felt cozy. It had him feeling fuzzy inside. But it also had blood rushing down to his cock. And your bare legs offered plenty of help for his brain to paint images.
“Looks pretty snug on you, you want to keep the shirt?” Seungcheol murmurs, nuzzling his face against your spine. “Yes, I need more of these,” You mumble back, turning around to throw your arms lazily around his shoulders. “Looks like somebody's getting worked up though,” a teasing glint painted your orbs as you grinned up at him. You knew well the tone his voice dripped with – whenever his mind raced with thoughts of unraveling you.
“Can you blame me, angel? You look so gorgeous–” “You mean while doing nothing?” You ask in an exasperated tone. Yet you don't hold back in placing equally desperate kisses down the milky skin of his neck.
“Especially when you're doing nothing but sitting here looking so mine.”
“You're ridiculous, cheol.” You giggle against his ears, but his grip around your torso only tightens. “And you're cumming on my tongue, right now, on my face, baby.”
His hands flip you to rest you on your back, before he's moving down to your thighs, while caressing your calves. His cherry plump lips leave pillowed kisses over your inner thighs as he rakes the shirt up further. His breath hitches when his eyes land over your glistening pussy.
And his head dips face first against your folds, his tongue darting out to wedge between your lips.
“Mhnmfh- Cheol!” You whimper slightly, letting your thighs naturally mount his shoulders. His large hands wrap around them, the warmth seep off his hands comfortably. Seungcheol laps at your juices lazily, yet his tongue moves zealously, prodding at your hole. He moves his hands down to pinch your clit, making you yelp loudly.
His lips stretch into a smirk against your folds as he rubs his thumb down in harsh circles. Hot tongue pries your walls to stretch and pulsate against it. Your hips shake despite the tight grasp Seungcheol has over them,
“Mhmmf- fuck Cheoll- want more please, need your cock in me- pleasepleaseplease”
Your rambles fall on deaf ears as he focuses entirely on your gushing pussy, his thumb lodging between your glistening folds. Your womanhood is hot against his cold thumb as he spreads your slick, intentionally straying from massaging your clit.
You grip his hair strands in frustration and on cue, Seuncheol raises from between your legs. “So impatient, princess. And here I thought I could spend hours eating this sweet pussy out,” You squeak out a whine, “but it looks like this pussy is too desperate to swallow my dick.”
Seungcheol lands a harsh slap against your pussy and it sends sparks jolting through your body as a yelp erupts from you.
“Get on all fours, love,” Seungcheol mutters and the command has you scrambling to get on your hands and knees.
His warm large hand presses over your lower back, an instinctive order to arch to his control causing his shirt to loosely bunch around your torso. Seungcheol moves his hands to undo his sweats, freeing his cock as it springs out to slap against your ass. A relieved sigh rumbles from him, his hand moving to jerk his swollen head, giving it a few pumps. He retracts his hips to align his fat cock to your hole.
Pushing in ever so slightly, his warm tip pushes past the resistance of your hole, bullying your walls open. And then Seungcheol suddenly stills.
You whine loudly almost immediately at the pause, your hole fluttering around his tip in excitement. “Please- cheol, I want it so bad, need you so bad”
His hand slaps your ass harshly, “You want it so bad baby?” You nod desperately as the need claws at your insides. Gosh you needed to feel his dick between your warm walls, you needed to feel his head brushing against your g-spot over and over and over until you couldn't help but cum and cream his cock to your hearts content.
“Then fuck yourself on my cock, baby. Show me how desperate you are for me to fill you up.”
Your whines turn into mewls of frustration, only to be silenced instantly by a slap that lands flush on your soft plump ass. A warning.
Tears cling to your eyelashes as you move your hips ever so slightly. You arch your back further, practically laying your chest on the bed, giving more access for you to fuck yourself on his dick. The stretch that follows when you slowly sink back into his cock has your hands scramming to clutch something. You bunch the sheets under your hands, biting down on them.
Both of you let out muffled moans, eyes closing to feel how your pussy clamped down on his head.
Knowing you were going to receive yet another punishing spank if you stilled any longer, you move your hips ever so slightly. Starting with a slow pace that barely caused either of you two to reach anywhere near your orgasm. “Tch- so slow love, c'mon, I know you can do better than that,” Seungcheol muttered, his hands gripping your ass tight enough for his nails to sink into your flesh a little.
You almost want to snark back, but you can barely make out a coherent sentence, all your brain cells focusing on accommodating Seungcheol's heavy cock in your pussy.
Laying your palms flat on the bed as you raise your hips to try and angle yourself better, you set a faster pace. Squelching noises resonating through the room as your pussy stretches and gapes to take his cock down to the hilt. You retreat back to fully slam back down again, and while doing, his cockhead brushes against the spot that has you writhing.
“Oh- Oh my fucking god- hannhhg”
Your moans spill past despite the makeshift gag, the sheets barely serving their purpose to muffle your noises.
“Fuck thats it-” That is all the warning that you receive, before Seungcheol's hands grip your hips and slam you back onto his dick. He moves your body as he pleases, making you bounce up and down on his cock. His head falls back, relishing the feeling of your soft walls that had his muscles clenching hard.
Your toes curl when Seungcheol manhandles you to angle his cock to hit right where he feels home. The incessant thrusts and an animalistic pace he sets has you gushing around his cock in minutes.
“Fuckfuckfuck- oh- fuck,” Seungcheol lets out a series of curses as your pussy tightens around his dick harshly, immediately making him tip over his own edge. His hips relentlessly smack against your ass, as he rides his own orgasm out. His dick painting your walls with his cum, filling you up so fucking good, it has you believing the amount of cum rests like a subtle bump on your lower abdomen.
“Mhmfg- how about one more round, cheolie?” You ask, teasingly.
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𑣲⋆ 양정원 ❤︎ Fem!reader ✴︎ cute fluffy angst age gap [Jungwon is 11 and reader is 6 in the first part of the story] romance royal au knight Jungwon princess reader blood war fight happy ending mentions of Heeseung semi proofread
💭 𓂃 𓈒𓏸 8.6k ⋆˚࿔ ꒰ long fic ꒱ 💌
𝑾𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑬𝑰𝑵 ✶ Jungwon who has been taught to fight and protect, meets you at a young age where innocent friendship blossoms. But as you both grown up, somewhere along the lines, you both fall for each other despite knowing your circumstances and must fight against all odds to stay together.
⋆.𐙚 ̊ ✶ 🪽 Haze' notes : My first ever long fic is here! I really wanted to write a long fic and I finally did it after months of not trusting myself and giving up half way. I really really hope you enjoy this!!
Jungwon's whole life has been made up of only two elements, 1. Learning how to fight and protect, 2. Protecting the princess he is assigned for life. Ever since he was a child, he has been taught how to hold a sword before, how to play. How to bow before he could recite the alphabet and how to combat before he started schooling.
The teacher was his own father, the knight to the queen and her protector who swore to protect the queen until his last breath. And when Jungwon was born, he was raised to not play with toys but wield a sword. He was raised to obey commands and put his life on the line for the person he is assigned to protect.
A perfect knight.
A shield.
When the princess was born, Jungwon was about six years old. Sharp and witty, having wits at the ripe age of eleven. He was one of the brightest for his age, easily passing the others in skills of combat. Jungwon was invited by the queen herself to see the princess after trusting his father to have taught Jungwon well.
It was one of fate's many games to bring the knight and the princess closer.
Little Jungwon was very curious to see the princess for himself. He had heard how his father praised the princess's charms and beauty, calling her the moon's child. And when his father told him about being invited, he was delighted with the hopes of seeing the princess for himself.
“Jungwon-ah, the princess is very delicate, ok?” His father warned him, walking inside the palace towards the royal nursery where the queen and the king resided in waiting for the invitees. Little Jungwon couldn’t express his excitement and joy when they reached the gates of the nursery. The princess was just a door away and he would see if the princess was worthy of such high praise.
“Remember Jungwon, bow to his highness and her highness, do not seem extremely eager and maintain the calm I taught you.”
It may seem as if Jungwon doesn’t fully understand what his father conveys to him but despite him only being eleven years old, he has been trained and taught many things that even peasants do not possess. Naturally making him much more capable and mature at a child’s age. “Yes, father.” Jungwon took deep breaths and fixed his attire, a knight’s robe to match the one of his father.
“Here we go.” The older man gave a nod to the guard nearest to him, watching intensely as the door opened slowly. The natural rays from the sun passed through the huge windows in the room, making Jungwon squint and his heart raced at the anticipation of him finally facing the royals along with the princess. “Come Jungwon.” Jungwon obediently followed his father as he led the way into the royal nursery.
To say that the room was beautiful was an understatement. White carpets, floral designs, soft lighting from the sun along with a small chandelier on the ceiling, toys and dolls scattered everywhere on the floor, and a small bed in the center of all, leaning on the wall of the huge glass pane.
The king and the queen sat in the left corner of the room, smiling softly and watching as a small child played near the empty fireplace with her plush toys. The princess. “My lord. My lady.” Jungwon watched his father bow his head in respect while his torso stayed upright. “Ahh, my knight. Welcome.” The queen smiled while the king huffed pleasantly.
Jungwon bowed down just like his father, showing deep respect to the royals. “I am Yang Jungwon.” He voiced, standing erect and cautious. It wasn't that he needed to be cautious, it was just his upbringing. “Welcome, young knight.” The queen gracefully waved and the king smiled at the young boy, impressed by this mature behaviour.
“You may see the princess. For I wish Yang Jungwon to be her knight.”
Jungwon's heart froze, knuckles turning white from the shock. He didn't even show them his training yet, and he was already chosen? “My lady—Jungwon hasn't completed his training—”
“I agree with the queen, Yang. Your boy seems ready and he will continue to train with you and also other mentors but he will remain in the castle. With princess Y/N”
The five year old girl, you, looked up at being called a princess, standing up and running up to Jungwon and hugged his waist. “You will be my friend?” Jungwon's heart thumped rapidly inside his chest, face turning red for the nervousness and embarrassment. He was a really shy person and physical affection wasn't his thing.
“Appa! Will he be my friend?” The little you turned to your father, the king and questioned with a huge smile on your face with your eyes sparkling with hope. When Jungwon had first walked in, your eyes had sparkled up in pure joy to meet another friend, someone other than the caretaker. Seeing the young handsome boy, you instantly dropped everything and started staring at him in awe.
“Yes, princess, He is your friend now.” Your father smiled at you lovingly. You jumped in place at the excitement and hugged him again, nudging your face in his stomach and grinning widely at making a new friend. Jungwon? His heart thumped faster than the time when he ran the fastest. His emotions were all over the place but one thing was sure, you were pretty. Very pretty. And that was the first time he understood the duties of being a knight. Protect you and destroy the danger.
It has been two weeks since you were under Jungwon’s care and eyes. The caretaker was always there in the nursery but whenever you ran out, Jungwon would drop everything he was doing and run after you to make sure you don’t trip and break your nose, or scrape your soft knee. He used to train in the chamber which was right beside the nursery, always keeping an eye out even when he was in the middle of training and you were taking a nap.
But today? It was different. It was your birthday and you had not stopped bothering Jungwon since the second you opened your eyes. “Won! Bring me some water!”, “Won! Can you pick me up and swing?”, “Won! Help me pick a dress, I don’t like what she gives me.”, and so much more. Jungwon felt as if he was on a rollercoaster, running around managing you while his father stayed near the royals and finished work there.
As much as Jungwon cared about you from the past 4 months, he was starting to get annoyed by how frequently you were bothering him during his training for insignificant chores. He didn’t want to get mad at you today, heck he didn’t want to get mad at you ever, but especially today since it was a special day for you but—”Y/N can you not?! Stop bothering me!”
That was it. He snapped at you while you sneaked him a little piece of cake from the kitchen, wanting to share the first birthday together with him. The problem was that Jungwon snapped at you without even knowing the reason for why he did so. He just snapped when you entered his chambers for the first time with your hands holding a small slice of cake, dirty from the cream.
The entire world froze, Jungwon froze too after realizing what he had done. He just snapped at you, the one person he has to protect and give up his life for, the one who he will stay by the side of, no matter the age. The one who thought of him as her first friend and deep down he considered her a friend too. The princess. His princess.
Jungwon turned around to see you standing just inside his chambers, holding a slice of cake in your little hands with frosting dripping and messing up everything. He saw the pretty yellow dress you wore, a soft pastel gown with floral designs which were now messed up with the frosting melting. He saw your lips tremble, soft peach colour popping out as your lips forming a pout. He saw your hair which enhanced your entire innocence, a little ribbon on your hair, soft curls, looking like the perfect princess.
At last, he saw your eyes, beautiful brown eyes that he always wanted to keep tears away from always, the eyes he never wanted to show any pain, now filled to the brim because of his stupidity. The realization struck him hard. All you wanted was a friend you could laugh with, have fun with on your special day. You could have gone to anyone. The neighbouring kingdom’s daughter who was the same age as you, your cousins who ran around you the whole day to make sure you don’t get hurt.
And even after having so many more individuals who you could be with, you still chose him. You chose him to be the first person to share a special moment with. Not your parents, who birth you. Not your caretaker who has been by your side the second you were born. No, you chose him. A friend you made 4 months ago who now you love. Who you die to see the second you wake up and the one you hug every night before going to your chambers to sleep. And he snapped at you.
A silent sob escaped your mouth, a single tear dropped. Jungwon’s heart ripped open from his chest at the sight. No. No. Not because of him. Not his princess. “Prin—” You were out his chambers before he could even finish a word. You run wherever your little legs take you, the cake leaving trails behind you on the floor. You were heartbroken. All you wanted to do was have the first celebration with your special friend but he doesn’t care.
Jungwon stood frozen as you crossed his threshold, sprinting away from his chambers while he stayed frozen on the spot. It wasn’t his fault, right? He did the right thing by finally snapping at you right? Because you were annoying him. He was busy training since the morning and you were bothering him continuously even though you knew he was training. But those thoughts were gone as quick as they arrived when his eyes flashed with your teary eyes.
No, he wasn’t right. Even if he wanted to snap at you, he could have done it later. He could have stopped himself because he knows it's your special day. No, he needed to find you. He needed to get to you.
“Princess! Wait!” Jungwon ran behind you in full speed as you sprinted towards the ballroom with almost everyone there. Jungwon almost reached you, trying to save you from slamming into someone and hurting yourself or getting your pretty dress dirty. He didn’t want this day for you to be sad. This was your special day and he didn’t want to ever ruin your special day.
But he was a little late. Before he could grasp your hand and pull you into him, you had slammed into a tall rough leg, the thighs of a soldier who was guarding the place. Your head slams into his thigh and the force pushes you to fall back on the floor with a loud thud. The entire ballroom freezes. The people stop everything they were doing, other kids in the room stop running around and Jungwon froze two steps behind you.
THUD
You drop on the floor and flare your arms at the side to steady yourself, the cake smashing pathetically under your fingers, having the soft texture smush and stick to your fingers.
One tear. Two tears. And then you burst out crying. The cake falls from your hand onto your pretty dress, making it dirty which just makes you sob louder. Everyone ran to you in an instant, grabbing you and cradling you in their arms, wiping your tears softly and whispering sweetly in your ears that everything will be alright. That your pretty yellow dress will be cleaned and the birthday will be wonderful. But how could you explain that you weren’t upset because of the dress. You weren’t upset that you bumped into a soldier and fell on your bum.
You were upset that your only friend yelled at you when all you wanted was to celebrate the special day with him first. That you wanted to eat the cake with him first before you did with anyone else. But, he chose to yell at you. He chose to make you cry. Jungwon couldn’t do anything because you were in the arms of grown ups who were clearly taller than an eleven year old.
He wanted to hug you, apologize to you and even let you hit him for ever making you cry on your birthday but how could he? Tears filled his little eyes too and his lips trembled. You were crying because of him. He was the one to make you cry. The heartbreak was too much for him to bear too. He looked down and harshly wiped his tears, trying to appear strong but at the end of the day, he was a child too. At the cry of the princess, the king and the queen appeared, the queen taking her in her arms while the king furiously demanded to know who made his princess cry.
Jungwon flinched, looking up at the furious king before stepping forward with his head bowed. “It was me, your majesty.” Jungwon stammered out, feeling extremely embarrassed and angered by his own actions. The king's expression switched from anger to shock, not believing that Jungwon could make you cry because of how well he treated you. “What did you do, son?”
Jungwon's eyes stinged with tears at the endearment. He couldn't voice out what actually had happened. That he was being stupid and snapped at you just because you had been annoying him the whole time. How could he say that to the king?
“Jungwon?” The voice of his father broke the silence. He came over to Jungwon, looking at his son with confusion. “You made her cry?” That's when his dam broke. Jungwon let everything out like a dam gushing out water into an empty path. He explained how he had been practicing but you kept bothering him and he never intended to make you cry or snap at you but in the heat of the moment, he couldn't stop himself and snapped at you and made you cry.
The room was silent while Jungwon was speaking, the only other sound was of you sobbing softly. You heard everything he said, every word and sucked on your fingers with regret. You saw him cry and that made you sad. You didn't like that feeling. You didn't like feeling sad and seeing your friend sad. Jungwon wiped his eyes and looked at the king with regret, begging for forgiveness and also begging for forgiveness from you.
He thought he had messed up now, that could never be friends with you the same way again. He thought about how he would miss you calling for him at every minor inconvenience yet he would happily come to your services just to see your sweet smile. He didn't want to lose any of that. Just when Jungwon lost all hopes and thought he would never be her knight again, the entire hall burst out laughing.
The king and his father too were on the ground, laughing like they have heard the most uproarious thought ever. It was just a little banter with two kids who care about each other a lot and had their first fight. It was the cutest sight. Jungwon and you couldn't understand why the adults were laughing while you both just cried your hearts out, like it was something hilarious.
You wiggled out the arms of your mother who was holding you and ran to Jungwon, wrapping your hands around him while looking at the crowd. “I forgive you, wonnie.” You whispered and looked up to him with a smile, your hair framing your face so beautifully that Jungwon felt as if his heart had short circuited. The adults' laughter died down as they saw the two of you in each other's arms, smiling and giggling like old friends again after Jungwon had cried and begged for forgiveness. And since you had forgiven him, the king too had no reason to punish you, knowing it was just a children's banter.
But the bond between the two of you? Grew stronger and the both of you grew closer to each other.
The both of you grew up beautifully in harmony with each other. You were now a beautiful young lady, a princess who was nicknamed, the moon's child, because of your beauty. You were now at the age eighteen where you learned about various things like the court, the committee, the ministers and other royals like the head of soldiers, the nobles and the relations with your neighbouring kingdom.
Jungwon, now at the age of twenty four, grew up to be a dashing handsome gent. He was appointed to be your personal knight three years ago and since then, he has never left your side for even a second. Friendship apart, he would always take care of you no matter what. It didn't matter to him if he was sick, in pain or just extremely tired. He was wherever you were.
The relationship between the two of you grew beautifully too. The bond that the both of you share grew stronger and deeper with such extraordinary connections where every peasant admired your pair too. You were the playful one of the duo, the jolly and the happy soul, the free butterfly who slept on flowers with no tension in her mind. Jungwon was quite the opposite.
If you were the people's lover, he hated people. You would roam around the palace, looking at flowers, wearing a flowy dress, open hair and a huge smile on your face to light up a world. Jungwon would be two steps right behind you. He would watch you carefully, wearing a sword on his hips at all times whenever he is on duty. He wasn't going to slack off while you were all happy and let that get ruined by some peasant or an arrogant prince who can't take no for an answer.
But there was something that stung you everyday even though you prided yourself of being his first friend, the one he truly cares about. His sword. The sword that he always carried like it was a part of his own body. He would wake up and wear that sword till the day ended and the cycle would repeat.
The sword was his first wife. The one who grew up with him even before you had ever come into his life and sometimes it made you jealous. You would catch him in his chambers, tending to his sword with such ease and gentleness in his fingers, sharpening the edges and cleaning the rust. His eyes held a certain glint whenever he took care of his sword. Like that sword was his. Sometimes so delicate yet strong, so fierce yet beautiful. His weapon.
Your heart ached watching him smother his sword with love when you wanted the same, perhaps more.
Ever since you were eleven and he was seventeen, you had developed a terrible crush on your friend. Whenever he was near you, your breaths fumbled, your mind turned to white noise and your eyes scanned for him at all times. Sneaking glances, smiling shyly at him while he was dining with the other guards, your heart raced thinking that maybe one day he would like you too.
Maybe one day he would see you like a woman and take care of you like he does with his sword, like he gently cradles it and sharpens it beautifully.
But what you never knew was how you made his heart stop with every shy you would give him. You thought he never noticed you just because he was looking at the guards and having a talk while dining but he noticed. He always noticed anything in relation to you. The soft glances, the stolen moments, the teasing touches, his mind screamed at him to make you his but he couldn't.
There were two things stopping him and he would never betray his morals.
1. You were too young. He was seventeen, an adolescent while you were only eleven. A child. He would never ever view a child with the eyes of a man. You were a child for him, not a woman. A person to protect and die for, not to love and cherish.
2. You were a princess. He was a knight. Those two are never meant to be together under any circumstances. He was a commoner while you were a royal. The bloodline will carry on with you and he was not going to be the one to taint it. Your kingdom was the purest of the royals with absolutely no illegitimate children and no other blood other than the royals.
He was never going to harm that line. So when he understood what you were planning to do, he locked his heart up, threw the key blindly, and forced himself to never ever look at you in such a manner.
But feelings don't disappear just because a heart is locked up and the mind takes control. The feels are pushed down, forgotten but never lost. Unknowingly, the feelings Jungwon had for you only grew deeper and deeper. And now when he had to keep his feelings out the most, that's when it started to rise back up. To bite him right on his ass.
“Jungwon, you mustn’t disturb the princess while she is being called upon.” Jungwon’s jaw clenched hard after hearing his fellow guard warn him. Today was the start of the day where you would start allowing suitors from all around the world to try and swoon you for marriage. Having your eighteenth birthday yesterday, Jungwon had been secretly dreading this.
“I won't disturb her unless the noble tries something first.” He replied, looking straight ahead with a blank face but the pop of veins on his neck told another story. “I'm her knight.” The line of suitors start lining up outside the common hall, having to go through Jungwon before they step inside to meet you.
Jungwon's mind was going crazy. Seeing the line of handsome and capable men drove him crazy because he didn't want to lose you. His feelings kept rising up without his permission making him get extremely possessive of you, but he shoved all those feelings down and let the nobles in one by one, letting them try to swoon you when all he wanted was just to walk in and hide you from the world and the eyes of other men.
One by one, they all walked out with failure and the pride in Jungwon rose slowly. That's right. No one deserved you. You deserved the best of the best, the one who can protect you, cherish you, love you.. die for you. “Won! Aish, it was so tiring,” Your voice hits his ears like sweet music when you whine like that. You were finally free after the last suitor had gotten rejected for the day. Jungwon’s head turned in your direction at your voice, seeing you yawn and stretch in the royal gown uncomfortably.
He cleared his throat before quickly looking away. How could you look so good? “Princess, time for lunch.” Jungwon's heart thumped harder at your whine, you pouting so cutely in front of him, looking so adorable. “Won! Are you even listening to me rant?!” You poke his bicep, trying to draw his attention back to your rants but he just looked straight ahead and fixed his sword which was already placed neatly on his waist. “I am, princess.” He said, trying to keep his voice even and calm like he has always been taught. “Liar!” You pouted and turned away from him, walking away faster.
Fine, if he wants to be difficult, then you can always be difficult. You rejected all of them because they couldn't come close to Jungwon, having love in your heart only for him but even after that, he chose to not look at you while you were dressed up for him, then alright, you can play hard to get too. Jungwon’s eyebrow flutters in amusement as you walk faster than him, crossing your arms above your chest and moving away to your chambers to get ready for the royal lunch. He couldn’t help but smirk a little in amusement at your behaviour.
“Princess, trying to run away from your own guard?” Jungwon caught up to you in an instant. His legs were obviously much longer and faster than yours plus your huge gown restricted you from walking too fast. His breath hit the back of your ear, like he was teasing you for acting like you don’t care. “Did I get my princess upset?” Jungwon knows this is wrong. He knows he shouldn't speak like this with the princess and that doing this may open his heart unknowingly, hurting him and perhaps hurting you in the process but he just couldn’t stop himself when you looked so cute and mad at him.
“Go away, Jungwon! I have Heeseu—”
‘No you don’t. He is with your sister.” Heeseung was the royal knight for your younger sister but you were also close to him because Jungwon was one of his best friends. You knew Jungwon did get a little possessive when you mentioned Heeseung, not liking how you smile while you talk about heeseung to him so this was one of your ways to make him jealous but turns out, he is a step ahead of you.
“Talk to me, princess.” He smiled gently, the smile that one you know. He has never smiled at anyone, not even his own father. This smile is reserved for you only. He knows your heart melts when you watch his little dimple pop out when he gives you that smile, and it definitely does melt you. It melts you like butter. “You didn't listen to me rant..” You pout, looking at him with doe eyes. And Jungwon? Gone. Heart skipped a beat, face going red and his entire being crumbled.
He can never maintain the tough knight personality when he is with you.
“I was, my princess. But, I'm also worried about your dining—”
“Don't be worried!” You interrupted, “I dine quite well, knight.” You roll your eyes playfully, turning your head away from him in fake annoyance. Jungwon's heart raced at your cuteness, his mind blurring everything around them to only focus on you. This was horrible for him. You were a princess, he was a knight. Not made for each other yet he can never seem to move away from you.
“I beg for your forgiveness, princess..” Jungwon breathes into your ears, his fingers itching to just let go and grab you by the waist, tugging you into his chest. God, he was obsessed but he shouldn’t be. Especially when he knows you are too. “Beg properly, knight!” You stop him and turn to face him, arms crossed over your chest as you look at with a playful glare. Jungwon grinned knowingly. You wanted him to kneel and bow his head in utter submission.
“Will you go that far princess?” He tilted his head and raised a single eyebrow, cocking his head to see behind him. “There is no one here and yes, I will go that far!” You huff, not believing if he would actually do it or not. If you wanted it, then Jungwon would do it. Heck, he would lay his life in front of you without a second thought so what's so shameful about kneeling?
Without wasting another second, Jungwon dropped to his knees and looked up with a smile, “Forgive me, princess. I vow to never ignore you ever again.” He smiled, bowing his head in submission. Your mouth dropped open at his immediate submission, he didn't waste a single second and just went on his knees. Heat bloomed in your body as blush creeped up on your rosy cheeks. You liked it a lot, you liked the sight in front.
“That's my good knight.” You smile teasingly, trying to hide how much it affected you to see him on his knees for you. A strong man, enough to crack skulls and break bones without breaking a sweat, kneeling before you and giving you all the power. You loved him. You had realized it long ago but never had the courage to admit it because you weren't sure of his feelings but now you know.
“I forgive you, but on one condition.” Jungwon looked up with amusement and slight confusion on his face. You didn't let him speak and just sprinted towards the grand staircase, making him snap out and chase after you. “Princess! You aren't supposed to—”
“Just follow me, Won!” Jungwon hears you yell and sprints after you. You run down the staircase, listening to his boots clicking the marble floor as he runs behind you. Your heart raced with nervousness and excitement, your mind buzzing with only one thought. You want to confess today, you want him to accept you as his wife. You didn't care what the laws said, what the kingdom obeyed, you wanted him for yourself and wanted to serve him, love him.
You sprint outside the castle while giggling, snatching a small rose as you enter the garden. Your yellow gown flowing and fluttering around the bushes. You turn back to glance at Jungwon, smiling widely with innocence and love written in your eyes.
You turn around completely when you reach the secret spot in the royal garden, the same place you and Jungwon found years ago and it became your secret safe spot where you could just be.. normal people. Not princess and the knight, just a boy and a girl who love each other a lot despite the entire universe gushing in another direction.
Jungwon caught your waist and pulled you into his chest, panting from running as you laugh whole heartedly and steady yourself on his chest, looking up at him from his chest to find him already looking at you with adoration in his eyes with something else.. something deeper. “Really, Y/N?” He whispered, his arms tightening around your waist. You slowly calm down from your giggles, blushing as you realise the closeness between the two of you.
His face was inches away from yours, his breath hitting your lips, his eyes locked onto yours. Jungwon's heart was going crazy, thumping out his chest. His mind screamed at him to kiss you, to close the gap and forget about the world. Forget about his world and yours, close the gap and kiss.
No. No, he couldn't. He shouldn't. “What's the condition, Y/N?” He steadied you on your feet and pulled away as if your touch burned him. A whine almost escaped your lips as he pulled back. You had seen his eyes change to raw need before his mind took over again. You wanted him to lose control, to lose himself, forget about the world and just take you like you were his.
And you were.
“Hmm, sit down first~” You hide your disappointment and sit on the stone bench carved there, pushing your hair away from your face. Jungwon cleared his throat, taking long steps towards the bench and sat beside you, placing his sword beside him. You scoff at the look of his sword, grabbing it to keep it beside you before he could stop you. “What are you doing?” He asked in surprise. You had never touched his sword, knowing how much it matters to him but for the first time, you took it away from his side?
“I can't have you distracted by your wife!” You pout, looking at him trying to lighten the air so he doesn't take it as an insult. And he didn't, he found it extremely cute seeing you get jealous over a sword like he cared more about the sword than you. “The sword isn't my wife, darling.” Your breath hitched at his nickname for you, blush creeping up your neck as your heart thumped in your ear.
“You care more about that sword! I see you taking care of it more than you take care of yourself!”
“So you are worried about me, princess?” He leaned in smirking, his eyes darting to your lips. Jungwon's adam's apple bob, his mind screaming at him to just let go, his heart begging him to take charge. “Yes, I'm worried about you! Who else will protect me?” You snap, turning away. He chuckled at your behaviour, his hands coming up to grasp your jaw gently, turning you towards him.
“Don't look away from me, Y/N.” That’s it.
“Can a princess and a knight be together, Jungwon?” Jungwon froze, his blood ran cold and his heart stopped. No, no, you were not asking this question. You weren't. This is a dream. A horrible dream. But it wasn't, you were right in front of him, staring at him with wide eyes. When you see him not answering and just staring, you panic and ramble on, talking about how much you care for him, love him, and are jealous of his sword because his fingers always find his sword before you, how his gaze always sees his sword first and not you, how you wish it was you he would look at first.
Jungwon's mind was spinning, the world spinning around him. No, no, this isn't happening. He knows you like him, he knows your deep feelings for him because the two of you were never secretive about it. But what he never wanted was any one of you conveying the feelings. No, no he couldn't bear it. The both of you cannot be together. The law forbids it. He forbade it. He forbade you to love him, marry him and maybe one day realize that perhaps you should have chosen a prince.
Or worse, he would regret choosing you selfishly because you don't belong to a commoner. You belonged to a prince. A royal blood to continue your bloodline and one day take the throne.
“And that's why I want to be your wi—”
“No.”
Shivers went down your shine, your mouth sealed shut, eyes widening and snapping up to him only to find anger in them. “No, Y/N.” Your heart shattered, breaking into a million little pieces. No? What did he mean? Did he not like you back? No, he did. “A princess and a knight cannot be together.” Jungwon felt like he was ripping his heart open. He couldn’t look at you when he said no, fearing that he might break down in tears.
“What? Jungw—” He stood up, looking anywhere but you and reached out to grab his sword, “You are meant for a prince, princess—”
You yanked his sword away from his reach, tears welling up in your eyes but your blood boiled more. “You do not have any say in who I am meant for!”
How dare he say that? How dare he say you had no right of choosing who you want to be with? You weren't an object with zero emotions, you were a human. “Give me the sword, princess.” Jungwon looked down, to the side, anywhere but your eyes which he knew were teary by the shake in your voice. “No!” You threw his sword down on the grass and moved back. “You cannot tell me that you don’t feel the same, knight! I know you do!” Your voice cracked at the end, tears softly sliding off your cheeks and onto the grass beneath. He heard it, he heard all of it and it drove him crazy that you were crying because of him.
Again.
“Appa! Will he be my friend?”
No, no, why is that memory coming up again? Stop it. Stop it! Jungwon’s head spun rapidly as he tried to erase the past memories flashing back up, closing his eyes to erase all those.
”Y/N can you not?! Stop bothering me!”
He clenched his head, his own voice echoing back at him mockingly while he heard you screaming at him for an explanation. “Talk to me, Won! Look at me and tell me you don’t feel the same!”
“That's my good knight.”
“Beg properly, knight!”
Stop it! Stop it Jungwon. Get your mind under control.
“I forgive you, wonnie.”
“Look at me, wonnie!”
Screw the law.
Before you could even process what was happening, his lips were onto yours. He listened, he finally listened to his heart. His lips moved against yours, molding perfectly. This is happening, it's happening. Your fingers twitched, reaching to grab his shoulders to steady yourself as his hands trailed to your waist, molding you into him perfectly. “I love you, dammit.. I love you so much princess, how could you think otherwise?”
Your mind felt dizzy as he whispered into your mouth, the raw need and love pouring into you. Your eyes flutter open as you look at him after he broke the kiss, seeing your own reflection into his eyes. “I have loved you since the day you hugged me, asking the king if I would be your friend.” He pressed his forehead against yours, his heart thumping out of his chest as he breathed deepened,hitting your swollen lips and rosy cheeks.
“I do feel the same, Y/N.. More than you can imagine.” His finger trailed your jaw, leaving a line of fire erupting under his fingertips on your skin. You leaned into his touch, tears of joy and relief falling into his palm as his eyes turned teary too. “Don’t cry, my princess.. What will I answer to His Majesty?” You chuckled, blinking your tears away as you pushed his chest gently, wiping your tears. “Your eyes are teary too!” He chuckled, nodding before softly grasping your hand and interlocking your fingers, “Well, wipe them for me, princess.”
“Ahem..”
Both of you flinched. You pushed at his chest hard, separating the two of you but it was too late.
“Father—”
“Your Majesty—”
You both blush, not daring to look at each other after you both spoke at the same time, syncing unintentionally in front of the king. Jungwon gulped, kneeling on the ground and grabbing his sword before standing up straight, clearing his throat to speak but was cut off by the king, “No need to explain, knight.” The both of you stiffened at his tone, your palm turned sweaty with your heart racing with fear. What will he do? Take Jungwon away? Force you to an incompetent prince against your will?
“I had suspected this. Afterall, I saw both of you grow up together.”
Your entire body was heating up in fear, mind feeling dizzy and anxious. Jungwon felt the same, but he wasn’t worried about himself, he was worried about you. “Father, I-I can explain—” He just raised his hand, silencing you in an instant. “I’m not mad, daughter. In fact, we were already preparing for it.”
…
What? Preparing for it? They knew the both of you had feelings for each other? Were you that obvious? “ The message has been sent to all the kingdoms that you, my daughter, have been engaged to, Prince Yang Jungwon.”
The day of the wedding arrived. You were dressed in a beautiful white gown with a trail of at least five meters. It was your royal wedding, the day you had been waiting for. You were getting married to your Knight.. Or now promoted to the Prince, Yang Jungwon. That day, you couldn’t believe the words coming out of your father’s mouth. Jungwon? A prince? That's when he explained that there was a secret ritual that your kingdom followed. If there was no prince born or the prince wasn’t worthy of being the ruler, then the title would be passed to the next worthy soul, regardless of their blood.
And since you never had a brother or found any prince worthy of being your husband, your parents decided to promote Jungwon to the title of Prince. And because Jungwon wasn’t your brother and had no blood connection to your family, he would be an eligible suitor, being made a prince of a small 5part of your kingdom.
And just like that, Jungwon was now a prince.
The day you heard the news in the garden, tears burst from your eyes and Jungwon went on his knees, breaking down and bowing his head to the king, thanking the heavens while you felt as if it was all a dream. It wasn’t. It was all real. You were now getting married to your best friend, your knight, your prince. The one who vowed to stay by your side and protect you till death.
“It’s time, my lady.” One of your ladies-in-waiting speaks, bowing her head gracefully and parting to make space for you. This is it. You were walking down the royal carpet, listening to the soft orchestra as you walked down with your father’s hand tugged with yours. You were finally getting married to the man you love. The man you care for and cherish. You look up from the floor, smiling with joy and your eyes sparking with love and hope.
Yang Jungwon. Standing before you in a royal blue dress shirt, gold cufflinks and white pants. You smile as you see the tears in his eyes, which he was trying his hardest to hold back. “Take care of my princess, Yang Jungwon.” Your father smiled, nodding his head towards Jungwon as he bowed deeply, paying all the respects to the king. “I will, Your Majesty.”
The two of you stood in front of each other. Your parents sat on the right and his parents on the left. A proud smile on everyone's face as you both shared vows, promising to cherish, love and protect each other until your last breaths. Jungwon picked up the ring box from the golden cushion provided by the priest, taking the diamond ring and locking eyes with you.
“My princess.. I love you.” He smiled, a single tear dropping from his eye as your eyes teared up too.
BANG
“Y/N!”
What.. What happened? Why did everything suddenly slow down? Why are your parents getting up..? Why are his parents getting up..? Why is everyone screaming?
Why is Jungwon frozen?
Blood..? Warm blood? On me? Pain?
“Y/N! No princess, stay with me!” Jungwon snapped out of his trance and immediately jumped to catch you, cradling you in his arms while he screamed your name to keep you conscious. You were shot with an arrow. Right before he slid the ring in your finger, a shot of an arrow hit you straight from the back, piercing through your stomach.
“Darling, please!”
“Jungwon, take her away now!”
Jungwon wasted no time, picking you up in his arms, he sprinted away through the secret canal made in the grand chapel for easy escape. Your gelt your heart beat slowing down, blood oozing from your mouth, “Won..”
“You are ok, baby. I promise, my princess.” He burst through a secret room which you recognised as the first room you sneaked into while you both were little, playing a game of hide and seek where you ran away and hid so well that Jungwon had actually gotten worried about where you went.
“Princess stay here, I must go back—”
“No. No, won, stay with me.” You gasped out, clenching his sleeves before he could even take a step out. You didn’t want him to get hurt, you didn’t want him to fight, You wanted him to stay with you in safety, let the soldiers and the military take care of it. But Jungwon couldn’t just stay there and do nothing when someone dared to hurt his princess. All Jungwon saw was red in his eyes, his mind screaming for death.
“I must go, princess. I am your knight first—”
“No, you aren’t my knight anymore! You are my husband and a prince!”
Jungwon was going insane. Part of him just wanted to yank his hand away, grab his sword and slay every soul who dared hurt his princess. Wanted to avenge your honour but the other half of him was worried for you. Though a doctor arrived a second later he brought you to hiding, he couldn’t bear to leave you here all alone and hurting.
Worst case scenarios flashed in his mind. What if you close your eyes forever? What if you take your last breath while he wasn’t there to save you?
“You want to fight for me, won..?” Your soft whisper pulled him out of his trance, his entire focus on you, “Yes, princess.. Please let me.” You smile, struggling to breathe as the doctor gently cut the arrow for a smooth removal. “You must come back to me, knight. You must come back to me safe and sound, wonnie..”
“I promise.”
Taking his sword, Jungwon had only one thing in his mind. Destroy. He will destroy anyone who was in part with this scheme of hurting his princess. He will spare no one. Absolutely no one dared to harm you. “Jungwon! It’s Prince Kanju!” A voice echoed from the crowd of people screaming and blood splatters. Heeseung. “Get him!” He turned his head towards the direction of the voice to see Heeseung, his best friend and fellow knight who was covering your sister under his arms.
Prince Kang. The prince you rejected last on the day of your meeting with suitors. He liked you immensely, was perhaps even obsessed with you and didn’t take the rejection nicely. Now, perhaps seeing you get tied to a knight was something he took as an insult. But it was the wrong move to harm you. Jungwon immediately scanned the room, everything slowing down in his eyes.
Jungwon was thirsty for blood. His heart wounded and mind furious.
Where is he hiding?
Where will he run off too?
How far?
There he is. Jungwon spotted him hiding his face behind a black cape, running from the back entrance of the chapel and taking advantage of the chaos. Too late, Jungwon had already seen him.
Prince Kanju will die today.
He wasted no time and sprinted in that direction. His heart raced with anger and revenge, the blood of his princess stuck to his clothes, a sign of the injury caused to you by him and he will pay for it. Jungwon followed him till he reached the garden of roses, calling out to him to challenge him. “Running away after your crimes, Kangju?” He saw the man pause, freezing in one spot. No one dared to mess with Jungwon and everyone knew to respect him. He was one of the greatest knights of all time. And he had the nerve to hurt his beloved?
The criminal turned around, plastering a fake smile on his face which seemed much more like a smirk, “Ahh, the husband of the injured, here out in the garden while his wife is suffering alone.”
Calm down, Jungwon.
“A little birdie told me, it was you who attacked my wife.” Jungwon took a step forward towards the prince, toying with the blade of his sword. “M-Me? You must be mista—”
“Then why are you out in the gardens instead of helping the civilians, moreover, why are you wearing a black cloak, hiding your—oh so handsome face?” He saw the prince’s jaw tick. Satisfaction bloomed Jungwon’s chest at seeing his face scrunched up at being mocked.
“So? What will you do if it was me who planned the attack? Do you have the guts to kill, kid?”
Not yet, Jungwon.
He took another step forward towards the criminal, his eyes turning black. “You say that as if you have an army behind you to serve you, prince. Forgot that you have nothing?” Jungwon growled, his jaw tightening as he kept taking steps and pushing the prince into a corner.
Just a little more.
“You ca-can’t kill me! I am a noble while you are just a co-commoner!” Jungwon smiled, tilting his head to the side. “Oh? I can’t? Too bad, I will.”
Now
A snap of a twig broke the restraints that held Jungwon back. He had cornered the prince into the fence and launched himself towards him. Kangju reached inside his pocket and pulled out a dagger, ducking down skillfully and slashed a huge gash on Jungwon’s chest, ripping the threads of his suit. The knight screamed in pain but lunged the sword straight at the prince’s heart, missing by an inch.
The prince dashed to the side, making a run for a small opening in the fence for an escape but Jungwon was faster. He swung his sword in front of him, slicing the prince’s back with ease as he falls down onto the grass with a loud cry, cursing out the knight. “You cannot kill me! My country will wage a war!”
Jungwon crawled over to the fallen man on the grass, dragging his legs and his blade across the grass to stop over the prince. “Your country will only defend you when it has the resources to fight.”
Jungwon held the sword with both his hands, raising it right above the chest of the criminal, “See you in hell.” He thrust the blade down right into his heart, piercing through his chest and impaled his blade right into his heart. Finally, he closed his eyes to hear the pain-filled screams of the prince as the blood oozed out in huge spurts, covering both in flesh and blood before silence filled the air. His revenge is done. The threat has been dealt with.
“Princess you must stay cal—”
“How can I stay calm when my husband is at war!”
“Your wounds must rest—”
“Y/N..”
You whip around at the sound of your name being called, freezing in spot to see the man in front of you. Jungwon. Your husband. Yang Jungwon. Wounded. Bleeding. Dying. At the sight of you safe and sound, Jungwon’s blade drops from his hands and his knees give up beneath him. You watch Jungwon burst into tears and fall on the ground, crying in relief and thanking the heavens that you are ok.
You escape the clutches of the nurse and run towards your knight, falling onto your knees which shot pain right to your stomach, opening the wounds again but you didn’t care. All you cared about was that he was safe. He was ok and not dead. “Wonnie!” You cup his face and bury your face into his chest as you sob. His blood seeping into your bandages, painting your hair red but you didn’t care. All you cared for was his heart thumping in your ears. All you cared was his chest rising and falling as he gasped into you, sobbing pitifully.
“You came back. You are ok.”
“I’m sorry I broke my vow, princess.. I couldn’t come back uninjured.” He buried his face in his hair and pressed kisses all over it. “It doesn’t matter. You are back. That’s all that matters to me.”
“I love you, my knight..”
“I love you too,my princess..”
⋆.𐙚 ̊ ✶ 🪽 Haze' note : I hope you enjoy this story as much as I enjoyed writing this and this is dedicated to my beloved @wooyoungmybelovedhusband for always believing in me and supporting me when I doubted my own abilities. Thank you my love!! <33
☆ SYNOPSIS : Your husband is finally back from the milliary.
☆ TROPE : Established Relationship.
☆ GENRE : Smut
☆ WORDCOUNT : 1.8k
☆ CONTENT/WARNINGS : Unprotected sex, mentions of lingerie, use of nicknames, hints of degradation and hand job.
You had dressed as fashionably as you could for the date, considering your date location was at a rooftop restaurant. The thought of finally meeting your husband after two long years and having a proper date with him plagued your mind the entire time you got yourself ready. You knew it was cruel to make him wait the whole day to see you, knowing both of you were itching to be by the other's side and breathing in your scents.
But thankfully, Jeonghan was kept occupied by his members. Despite the few times Jeonghan had been able to meet his members, they felt the distance nonetheless. And so did you.
Sweat greased your palms as you clutched the handle of your handbag harder. Your heart pumped harder against your chest as you waited in the stony path.
Whoosh!
Before you could process it, your world had swiveled. And in place of the cold air, warm chapped lips slapped against yours out of nowhere. Your hands immediately found their home in the familiar place of Yoon Jeonghan’s shoulders. Your eyelids squeezed shut when his hands circled your waist. The two of you swayed slightly as Jeonghan practically melted into you.
Pulling away, your eyes found his, the adoration in them mirroring yours.
“Hi Hannie,” “Hey, Pretty.”
There it was. The mischievous grin yet the gaze of adoration as he gazed down at you.
Your cheeks flushed slightly. A beat passed before both of you released into giggles, your face falling onto his chest. His firm chest. Your hands grazed down to plant against his pecs, “Mhm, someone got jacked up.” You say in a teasing voice while his hands— oh his pretty veiny hands— come down to wrap around your wrists.
“I didn't get jacked up, I fit into the same suit from two years ago.”
“Well no, two years ago, your biceps weren't about to rip your sleeves. Admit it, Hannie, you wore this just to tempt me.”
Jeonghan’s lips curled slightly while his eyebrows quirked up. “And if I did, will you beg me to fuck you against the wall, baby?”
“Maybe,” You whisper sultry against his lips, before pulling apart with a chuckle.
Ahem!
The sudden sound of someone clearing their throat had the both of you turning your heads in the direction. “Mr. And Mrs.Yoon, your reservation is ready.” You give Jeonghan a look before letting him wrap his arm around your waist as you follow the manager.
Your table was placed near the corner, a few feet away from the open balcony. Which allowed cool air to blow against the both of you insistingly, yet not unbearably. You take a calming inhale, enjoying the quaint moment you shared with Jeonghan after a while. The conversation between the both of you was lively, catching each other up on different instances which you weren't able to mention the last time you saw him.
“I never knew Mingyu would actually keep his word,”
“He told you he would cook breakfast for me, beforehand? Why didn't you tell me? Do you know how shocked I was to wake up and find a 6 feet man in our kitchen, I was about to knock him out, Hannie!”
Jeonghan barely held in his giggles, “well atleast his food was delicious wasn't it.”
“Obviously, although I did feel bad after a week of eating his cooking,” “Don't be, I owe his wife a few dinners and babysitting hours.”
“I honestly don't get your deals, but moving on, how were the dorms there?”
And just like that, the two of you barely noticed your meal was done until the waiter placed the bill along with the desserts on the table. The drive back felt homely, soft music hummed along the bristling air as both of you sang to the soft beat.
Finally stepping inside your home, Jeonghan set your coats on the hanger while you grabbed the wine bottle you had saved for the night.
But you could barely get to the shelf before Jeonghan wrapped his arms around your frame, pulling you in for the second breathtaking kiss of your night.
“I prefer continuing where we left off, pretty,”
You place the bottle on the table before it could slip from your hands. “Gosh, I missed you, Hannie,” a sniffle intertwines with your words, your eyes finally welling up slightly as you rested your head against his shoulder. Jeonghan cooed slightly as he leaned down to press soft kisses on the crown of your head.
His hand inches to twirl the ends of your hair as his kisses reach down to your neck. When the fragrance of your perfume tingled his senses, Jeonghan found himself panting slightly.
Gosh, the both of you were so fucking needy.
Whimpers escape you as you let yourself enjoy Jeonghan's undivided attention over re-exploring your body, your sensitivity.
Your hands tugged at the ends of his hair, his face pressing against the plump of your boobs. Leaving traces of his lip balm over your cleavage. But before his hands could reach up to tug your dress lower, your hand travels up to push his head down, clearly signalling him to go down on his knees. And Jeonghan follows obediently.
Your red lips stretch into a satisfied grin and you pull him by his tie as you move to the table near you.
“Cmon pretty, let me have a taste or are you going to make me beg for it?”
“Mhm not quite, after all, How could I be so mean, Hannie?” Sarcasm drips through your tone as you lean back. Jeonghan stared up at you, his eyes already containing a silent plea. You weren't exactly planning to edge the man, yet you definitely wanted to have your kind of fun before being fucked senseless.
You slip your dress off easily, “Hands behind your back, Jeonghan.” Neither the words or the tone held any authority, yet coming across as an order Jeonghan wouldn't want to disobey.
His eyes gazed over your lingerie set, it wasn't anything he'd seen before. “Been shopping for new designs, do you like it?” You ask as you lean down enough to have his face pressed against your boobs. The laced flowers brush against his cheeks but his eyes barely stray from yours.
“I fucking love it baby,” His teeth nibbles against your skin following his response.
You pull away with a satisfied expression before slipping your panties off. “Wanna guess what I'll do with this?” You ask as you dangle the cloth in front of his face.
Jeonghan knew he couldn't underestimate whatever ran inside your head, it was part of why he was so smitten with you.
So when he heard the words, “Open your mouth,” leave your mouth, blood surged to his half-hard cock.
Jeonghan followed. His lips parted as he awaited your next move. While he half expected to be gagged with your wet panties, he didn't exactly mind it when you slipped two fingers inside his mouth. Two wet-slicked fingers.
He closed around your fingers, inhaling sharply as his tongue swirled around them greedily.
The man was so lost in the pleasure of finally having a taste of you on his tongue, he could barely react to your hands fumbling with his belt. “You look so pent up, Hannie, Seems like I barely need to jerk you off.” Jeonghan barely acknowledges your words when your hand wraps around his thick base.
“Fuck-” Jeonghan’s curses, his hand moving to clutch your hand. “I need you, baby. I need to feel you around me.” He mutters.
The hazy look over his face could be mistaken for the result of an aphrodisiac, and the same look had your breath shuddering.
Your arms wrap around Jeonghan’s shoulders as you pull him into a kiss, as if in a silent agreement to let him carry the both of you to the room.
“Nhngg, fuck— Hannie,” “Yes, angel?” “Fuck me against the wall, pretty please?”
Your sweet voice rings out in the hallway, Jeonghan sets you down on your legs, pinning you against the wall. “Well, as you wish, angel.”
You hastily pry open his shirt buttons, casting it off on the floor, while Jeonghan slips his hand in between your legs. His fingers rubbing your folds gently before pinching your clit. A whine slips from you, along with a whisper of “Hannie,”
“Shh, let me take care of you, baby.”
He lands a sharp slap against your thighs, making you instantly wrap your legs around him again. Jeonghan’s mind reeled from hearing your moans, his dick throbbed harder with each whimper that spilled from you.
“Hang on tight, angel,” Jeonghan mutters, before slipping his fingers out and grasping your hips tightly. You smile lightly, getting reminded of the day Jeonghan whispered the same words against your ear before pressing a soft peck to your lips and leaving, exactly two years ago. Your hands move down to his muscles, nails digging as his dick rubbed between your folds. Squelching noises of your slick resonated through the room, mingling with your whines.
“Hannie, put it in!” You snark slightly only for it to come out like a desperate plea.
“So bossy.” Jeonghan mutters sarcastically, before slamming his length inside your fluttering hole, instantly knocking the air out of your system. Your toes curl, hard. “HNGNNG- fuck- Jeonghan, ‘s too b-big,” Mumbles spill amidst your yelps of pleasure, as your head rolls back. Yet you don't collide with the hard surface of the wall, instead meeting with Jeonghan’s palm.
“But it looks like you love being stretched dumb, angel,” His hand which was supporting your waist, moved to grasp your ass harshly. “Now how about you quit whining or I gag you with your panties?”
You shake your head instantly, almost ready to burst into a mess of pleas, Jeonghan’s hips move ever so slightly, picking up the pace with each thrust. Your warm walls spluttered to swallow his length inside greedily, slick leaking down both of your thighs in copious amounts, easily making his dick slip deeper inside.
Jeonghan. The need to be filled up by Jeonghan.
The only coherent thought to run inside your brain as his thrusts turned sloppy and faster.
Just when you thought your guts were about to completely rearrange, Jeonghan moves his arms under your thighs. “Sorry about this angel,” and that's all the warning you get before he hoists your thighs over his shoulders, his hips slamming against the plumps of your ass.
“F-fuckk, wanna come, hannie— hnghah!”
“Together, baby,” Jeonghan whispers, knowing the two of you would reach your high rather sooner, considering how pent up you were.
Just as his dick throbbed against your walls, your hole clenched around his base. “Shit- Going down, baby,”
Jeonghan lowers the both of you to the floor as his orgasm high surges through his body. Your legs limply lay on the side, your back resting against the cold wall. “Gosh— how I fucking missed this!”
Jeonghan mutters, letting his placid dick slip out of you. Followed by thick ropes of cum leaking down to your ass from your gaping hole. You slide your hand down between your legs, letting your fingers spread your folds seductively. “Aww look at that, looks like you have to fill me up again, Hannie.”
† Tags : Twisted fate, religious topics, mentions of cult, rituals and sacrifices, twisted love, horror, brainwashing, manipulation, and more
† Synopsis : Your best friend joined a cult unknowingly and forced you to join too. It was nothing but fate's twisted humor to ruin your life in the "best" way possible. The reality? Getting trapped in its rhythm of brainwashing and control.
“Please, Ji..” You whine to your best friend, the one you truly love and care for. You were whining about her coming to your ballet performance which was supposed to take place in three days because you wanted her to be there with you. She was your pillar of energy since the two of you became friends at the ripe age of seven.
“Y/Niee.. Ok fine. But, you have to buy me chocolate ice cream later.” You nodded happily and jumped on her, giving her the most excited expression like she just made your world even though it is just a normal performance. Why? Because your dear friend was suffering from extreme depression, taking pills everyday to keep her thoughts at bay.
You didn’t know about the issue until you accidentally stumbled upon her trying to scratch her own arm with a blade, eyes filled with tears but were blank. She was crying because her body was in pain but her heart had already stopped beating in her mind. Since that day, you made sure to always involve her in everything, take care of her and brought her to many therapists but nothing ever worked.
So you tried to always bring her along anywhere you went. Whether it's the animal shelter where you volunteer or your ballet performances or practices, in hopes to see the light in her eyes again, the light which became your pillar of support and happiness. To never succeed.
On the day of your performance, you were backstage with your costume on, make up and hair perfectly set as your fellow dancers stretched for the last time before going on the stage. You stood near the entrance of the backstage, looking into the crowd of people to spot the face you wanted with you.
You had given her the tickets to the front row seats so you would have no trying to find her in the sea of people but now only one seat sat empty in the front. Hers. Your heart sank in disappointment, sadness consuming you because you didn’t find her to be in the chair which she always sat in, A7.
But you had no time to cry over the empty chair when your instructor called you in and gave you and your fellow dancers the last good luck before you all went to the stage. You smiled brightly in front of everyone, performed beautifully and finished the performance with ease and happiness that you displayed like a mask. The crowds praised you and your fellow dancers felicitously for your extraordinary performance which should have given you joy, but it didn’t.
It wasn’t like your friend Jinah to just randomly not show up to your performance because she knows how that performance means to you. If she had an emergency, she would at least let you know well in advance if she couldn’t make it to one of our events so apart from the sadness and disappointment in your heart, there was also a suspicion about what happened.
As soon as you are taken backstage, you change out quickly and pick up your phone, dialing your best friend’s number. “Jinah!” You yell as soon as she picks up, relief flooding over you because now you know she was well. “Hey, Y/Nie! I’m sorry, I couldn’t make it to your performance but I’m sure you have excelled again.”
Her voice came through the phone, sounded like her but you noticed that she suddenly sounded much more cheerful than she has in a few years. “Yeah, it went well. I missed you, Ji.. You sound cheerful,” You ask, walking out the stadium to head over to her house so you could talk together and probably have a sleepover. “Yeah, Y/Nie! I went to this church and it refreshed my mind to be near God again.”
You frown slightly, taken aback by her words. A church? She was never a religious person and she now feels refreshed to be near God? She never even believed in those thoughts. “A church? Ji, weren't you an atheist?” You ask softly, getting into a taxi and giving the location to her place. “I will explain everything, just come over!!” She squeaked over the phone and cut the connection leaving you utterly confused.
What the hell? You thought while looking at the screen of your phone. The ‘call ended’ sign makes you feel uneasy. It wasn’t that you were an atheist or didn’t believe in god, it was just that the entire fact of her going to a church one day and entirely changing her mind is what struck you.
Soon you reach her place and knock on her door, your heart pounding slightly because of the bad vibes starting to creep up your back. The door opened with her cheerful voice, the tone which you haven’t heard in years. “Y/Nie!! Come on in.” She pulled you in happily, the negative energy clinging to you as soon as you walked in.
You also noticed the slight scent of dried herbs on her which were typically used in rituals during religious tasks. “Sit! Let me tell you all about this church I went to!” You sat down next to her with a smile as she rambled on about the church, its dark decor with dim lighting, huge windows covered with white cloth to stop the ‘Negative eye’ from falling on the attendees etc.
All these were huge red flags which were immediately raised in your head, striking you to assume that they were a cult but you were sure until she started rambling about a guy called Solon, the main head of the church, the main priest who she said was like a god in the church.
His handsome face shone through the dim lighting, every attendee having a dress code which was to be strictly followed, a white overalls. Solon has six specific devotees who help him with the rituals and their being a heritage system. All these send shivers down your spine as Jinah kept speaking like she didn't know it was a cult in disguise.
You wanted to speak, wanted to disagree and take her away from the church or whatever group she was now a part of but seeing her eyes sparkle with the excitement and happiness like how it used to before forced your mind to just be happy for her. So you did. You smiled and nodded at the right times, holding her hands while she rambled.
But the horrible feeling didn't escape you. It clung to you like a second skin. Itching. Tearing. Burning.
—
It had been a week since the day of the first spark in her eyes. Jinah never stopped praising Solon, ‘The all knowing’ as if he was god himself. At first it was just her chatter that she confided in you but today was different. She called you over to her house for dinner, saying she needed to talk to you about something. Thinking it was the dark thoughts coming back, you reached her place at the right time.
She brought you in but her eyes were different, eerie. You let it pass and just smile, helping her set the plates and food on the table. The calm before the storm. “Y/Nie, I wanted to talk to you about something..” Jinah kept her spoon down and looked at you with the same eerie eyes. Eyes that felt fake.. the excitement in them fake. It felt as if deep down it was still empty.
“Yeah? What is it, Ji?” You smile, trying to keep a calm atmosphere while dread washed you secretly. “I want to introduce you to the church, Y/Nie.. You will join me, right?” Jinah smiled, not the smile you know.. a smile which was empty, just a pretence. Your blood ran cold. Hands frozen at the plate and it felt as if your stomach turned over. You were dreading this question.
You didn't want this exact question to be asked, let alone have her say it in such an innocent way where it almost forced you to say yes but you were on high alert at all times now and you didn't want to go. So you make up an excuse. “A-ah.. Ji, I have practice on Sundays.. you know—”
“They are open on all days, Y/Nie.” Shivers ran down your spine when your name twisted off her tongue in a sinister way. She tilted her head exactly 15° to the right, still looking at you with the same empty smile, giving you goosebumps all over your body while your heart raced with extreme fear.
“Ji—try to understand—”
“Are you rejecting me?” It felt as if a thunder struck down on you, cold sweat ran down your forehead, your palms becoming sweaty too. You wanted to get out, get a phone call and act like it was an emergency, run out the house and just leave for your place. Maybe even move out of the country to be extra safe but the phone call never came. It wasn’t a movie.
You saw her eyes darken while the same smile still plastered on her face. You saw the way her grip tightened on the spoon placed on the plate. You couldn't say no. Your throat gave up at that moment. You couldn't move your head sideways to action a no. Your neck muscles had frozen in fear along with your heart.
Then, your head moved on its own. Your head nodded. Just once. Your brain hadn't planned it nor did your heart. It was as if it was your fate. And nothing can ever change fate. “Yay! I knew you would say yes, Y/Nie!!” Jinah's head sprang back upright like a spring, eyes smiling along with her lips as her hands gave an excited clap.
What did you agree to?
The next day, you wore an all white overall, borrowed by Jinah while she chatted about how excited she is to bring you to her lord, ‘The all knowing’. You couldn't even look at yourself in the mirror as you were getting ready. Your stomach churned with fear, anxiety along with a sense of doom impending on you.
You couldn't even swallow a bite of an apple without puking it out instantly. Everything in your beliefs told you to just yell, scream and run away from the place, deal with the consequences later. Run. “Shall we head out, Y/Nie?” You were doomed.
The entire car ride was extremely uncomfortable for you. Hunched posture, biting your nail to keep calm while you kept pushing your hair out your face in nervousness. You didn't want to do this. You didn't want any of this. All you wanted was your best friend healed. You didn't want to be a part of a cult. Not even in your worst nightmares.
The two hour long car ride felt like ten minutes flying by. You kept repeating verses from the bible in your mind, trying to pray to the angels to protect you from whatever is about to happen. You both stepped out with Jinah suddenly vibrating with excitement while you looked like you were about to pass out.
This is all a bad idea. A horrible, terrible idea. It's still not too late, turn about and run away! Your mind screamed at you, and your heart agreed. Oh, how you wanted to. But fear and the energy pulled you in like fate's twisted game. When you walked in, you felt all the eyes on you. It was as if all the attendees knew you were new. You thought you would blend right in, having worn the same clothes.
But you were sticking out like a sore thumb. You slightly tilted your head up from the ground, trying to look around and trying to find the ‘leader’. But you didn't need to look much because through your slight vision, you saw someone with black boots and black robes walking up to you both.
Slow, steady, calm. The aura of the place felt lighter as soon as he entered your vision. The fear in you was gone the second you looked up to see his face. Your breath hitched at his beauty. Perfectly symmetrical, sharp eyes which held a warmth, easing you in. He smiled in a gentle way, looking at you like you were someone precious.
Shivers ran down your spine at his stare but it also warmed your heart, reducing the fear and growing a fire. “Ah, a new attendee.” He spoke, smiling and looked at the church with open arms, as if to show he was harmless, completely innocent. “What is your name, sweet?”
“Y/N..” You mutter, looking down because fear took over you again but Jinah beside you was absolutely shaking from excitement. “I convinced her, lord! I fulfilled your command!” She blurted out, freezing your blood when you heard it. What? He had already planned it? How did he even know you existed?
“Confused?” He smirked, tilting his head ever so slightly which made the front strands of his hair lay on his face beautifully. “We are soulmates, Y/N. The strongest bond of soulmates. Venus Soulmates.” Your heart raced with fear and confusion but it was as if his words pulled you into him, wanting to believe him even though you knew this is a cult.
“Take your place, dears. The ritual shall begin soon.” He gestured and Jinah excitedly took you to a seat, pulling you beside her and covering your head with the white cloth which hid your entire face. Solon took his place at the chapel and raised his hands, muttering prayers which sent shivers through you.
The six special devotees of his appeared out of nowhere and started handing everyone candles. A red, slim yet long candle. Except you. You were given a blue candle specially. It was probably a bad thing because of the reactions around you. Several gasps echoed through you when you were handled the candle, gaze burning through your cloth.
“You got the blue candle! Omg, Y/Nie, I knew you were the chosen one!” Jinah exclaimed, a massive smile on her face but her eyes growing emptier as if her soul was being sucked out of her right before you. The prayers of Solon started growing louder as you watch Jinah sway slightly, losing her breathe and her smile dropping.
“Jinah—Jinah!” You scream as your best friend’s lifeless body drops right before you the second the prayer finished. You fall on your knees while your hands yank her body, trying to wake her up but her eyes were already rolled to the back of her head by the time you could even process to give her CPR. The soul already gone.
“Oh no, sweet. It's ok. It’s the way of the world..” Solon appeared behind you, gently placing his palm on your shoulder. “She was the gate to your heaven, sweet.. She sacrificed herself for you.” He spoke like sweet venom in her ears, drenched with honey and spice.
It was wrong. Very wrong. Your best friend lay on the floor before you, dead due to unknown reasons which you strongly assume was the prayer he was muttering. A silent curse disguised as a sacrifice. You know he is at fault, probably a user of black magic and a connector from the underworld to your grounds but his soft tone, warm aura so cleverly hiding the dark sins took over you like a magic being out on you.
And before you knew it, you were under his spell in seconds just like how Jinah was a week ago. Completely soulless yet a strange sparkle in your eye. You were now his in every way.
—
“Eomma!” Your five year old son exclaimed from his room in a whiny tone, probably sad about yet another toy he broke, while you were in your house, preparing for the feast with you husband, Solon, also known as Park Sunghoon.
Since that day in the church, your heart had died along with your soul. You became the wife of the cult leader, Park Sunghoon who drank your blood to finish the wedding ritual. A year later, you gave birth to a healthy baby boy which delighted Sunghoon because that would mean his cult would have a new leader.
While you were already dead and stuck in the past with only your physical body moving like a puppet.
Baby sunghoon is so adorable!! Thank you for the request!!
