A SEALED FATE: Emeralds And Blood MASTERLIST

A SEALED FATE: Emeralds and Blood MASTERLIST

*Cross-posted on Archive Of Our Own under the username PeachCows*

MAIN MASTERLIST

STATUS: ONGOING

FANDOMS: BTS

CHARACTERS AND PAIRINGS: Seokjin/Reader, Seokjin/Original Female Character, Yoongi/Reader, Hoseok/Reader, Namjoon/Reader, Jimin/Reader, Taehyung/Reader, Taehyung/Original Female Character, Jungkook/Reader, Other Original Female Characters, Other Male Original Characters

SUMMARY:  When you had been hired at the palace, you had expected an easy life. Or at least, an easier life than what you had known before. You didn’t think you’d have to interact with the seven princes at all. You would simply hide in the shadows, sweeping the dust from behind them as they spent their lives living in luxury and being oblivious to the worlds problems. Things change however, when you catch the attention of Prince Hoseok. Things go downhill from there.

WARNINGS: Yandere, blood, gore, torture, depression, suicide attempts, referenced suicide attempts, referenced depression, murder, attempted murder, obsessive behavior, paranoia, blood drinking, non-consensual blood drinking, blood sharing, blood kink, Major Character Death, Child death, miscarriages, abortions, More Warnings to be added as the story progresses

ADITIONAL TAGS: Royal AU, Soulmates AU, Set in Ye Olden Times

CHAPTERS:

♥ Chapter 1

♥ Chapter 2

♥ Chapter 3

♥ Chapter 4

♥ Chapter 5

♥ Chapter 6

♥ Chapter 7

♥ Chapter 8

♥ Chapter 9

♥ Chapter 10

♥ Chapter 11

♥ Chapter 12

♥ Chapter 13

♥ Chapter 14

♥ Chapter 15

♥ Chapter 16

♥ Chapter 17

♥ Chapter 18

♥ Chapter 19

♥ Chapter 20

♥ Chapter 21

♥ Chapter 22

♥ Chapter 23

♥ Chapter 24

♥ Chapter 25

♥ Chapter 26

♥ Chapter 27

♥ Chapter 28

♥ Chapter 29

♥ Chapter 30

♥ Chapter 31

♥ Chapter 32

♥ Chapter 33

♥ Chapter 34

♥ Chapter 35

♥ Epilogue

♥ Final Thoughts

♥ Q/A

— ao3.

redemancy (13130 words) by faryn_rose

☾ chapters: 3/3. ☾ fandom: 방탄소년단 | bangtan boys | bts ☾ rating: teen and up. ☾ warnings: no archive warnings apply.

relationships: jung hoseok | j-hope/reader.

characters: jung hoseok | j-hope, reader, park jimin (bts).

summary: you were sure that saving his life wasn't something that needed to be repaid.

he of course, did not agree.

j j k ➳ blood sweat and tears ☼

[2:31] now playing: blood sweat and tears - bts

[warnings] miss kink, body worshipping, thigh kink, oral (male and female receiving), unprotected sex (you're on the pill ofc), hickeys, semi-public sex???, handjob, bondage, praise, virgin!servant!jungkook x queen!reader, royalty au

1st person // 5.5k words

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I stare vacantly at the diamond encrusted piece twinkling against the nape of my neck, dripping down towards my cleavage and spilling into my collarbones. then shift to my slightly distorted reflection, one long, skinny crack along the mirror running across my caked face. the mirror was part of a custom rose gold vanity set, too special to replace.

I released a much needed sigh, flicking away a clump of mascara that had fallen onto my cheek. then I rummaged through my small saucer that I threw all my earrings in. little pink roses with dainty stems linked together around the rim, a small chunk chipped off into a small, sad triangular piece abused by thick layers of superglue.

my servants never understood why I had an "unnecessary yearning" for keeping broken things. apparently, because I'm royalty, I'm not allowed to cherish things because of their deep, sentimental meaning since they could be replaced with a snap of a finger, or at least that's how I was enlightened by my mother's stylist.

just because I'm a soon-to-be queen, doesn't mean I can't have feelings or have to be insanely materialistic. I always look into the deeper meaning of things, not the condition or how expensive it is. which is why I still kept everything my mother had given me. but, whatever, what I call therapeutic is what they call accumulating and gratuitous.

speaking of broken things, I called out to my personal servant. "jeon jeongguk!" automatically, I could hear him stumbling down the halls and felt the wind from my french doors opening fleetly. I had to stifle back a smile. "yes, your majesty?!" he panted, sluggishly. the fresh blush on his cheeks and the tips of ears told me he hadn't meant to be as loud and disruptive. this time, I let the chuckle fly out freely.

I took a second to adore the red tuxedo that draped over his black, silk button up, the first button undone as always. his muscular thighs were prominent beneath his pants, as well as his unmistakable bulge that just always wanted to be noticed. his helmet of hair was moderately messy from running around the castle and yanking on it, stressfully. I was surprised he didn't sneak a pair of earrings on as he usually did, not even on a single lobe. however, he still wore the light smokey eyeshadow I applied earlier today for the special occasion. it seemed to camouflage with his fatigued eyes.

"jeongguk, what have I told you about overworking yourself? and to just call me by name?" I tried crossing my arms over my chest, but the prickly studs and pearls on my dress prevented me from doing so comfortably. he huffed, blowing parts of his hair up from his forehead and puffing his little round cheeks. "but miss y/n, today is your coronation. everything must be perfect!"

finally, I face jeongguk keenly, with an empty gaze into his shiny doe eyes. "I'm everything but perfect, you know that." the whites of his eyes grow significantly, his mouth parted awkwardly, and his fist still on the door handle. "but anyway," I change the subject with the wave of my hand, looking on to the pile of accessories on my vanity. "come help me find my earrings."

he still looks uneasy. but, nevertheless, he loosens up and steps into my room to help me find the priceless studs. it was a rather strange silence but not awkward nor unbearable as we looked under furniture, moved pillows, searched the rug, interrogated the cat, and looked through every drawer. until jeongguk grabbed my attention. "miss y/n, I found them!"

"did you?!" I yelled deep from within my closet, putting my box of trinkets back in its place above all my trousers before scurrying behind jeongguk on the side of my bed. I followed his hands to the faint glistening lights on my velvet headboard and watched him pluck two little studs. I stare dumbfounded as he handed them to me. "ohhh, that's where I put them."

he giggles at me, showing off those charming rabbit teeth of his. "you kept them there for 6 years and you never noticed them?" jeongguk had a very amused expression as he lightly ridiculed me, his smile getting wider and wider and my chest feeling tight as the apples of my cheeks flushed. "I guess so." I chuckled half-heartedly as I fished the tiny earrings from his palm. the warmth of skin soothing me. "thank you, jeongguk." I returned the bright grin.

"do you want me to find some of those earring backs?" he asked, going back into his servant mode. I looked down into my palm and realized both earrings were missing the push backs that held them in place. "oh, no. it's okay. I'll just use some from my other earrings." he seemed to search my face for uncertainty, like he wanted another excuse to serve me. "are you sure, miss y/n? I'll be more than happy to-"

I cut him off, confidently, my voice filled with certainty. "no, you've done enough. thank you." I watched his face slowly fall into a barely noticeable frown, making me feel cruel. so, I made him an offer. "however, you can certainly do me a favor by sitting with me at the royal feast." again, his eyes pop out of his skull and his jaw goes slack. I bite back my laughter as he denied, "o-oh no, I cannot. I have to serve the food, pour the drinks, prepare dessert, and wash the dishes. besides, I am just a servant, I cannot sit with royalty. I must serve them."

a cunning and devilish smirk tugs against my lips as I listen to him rambling, respectfully waiting for him to finish. "I will be queen by then. therefore, it is not an option, it is an order. so, you are serving me." I fix the collar of his shirt, folding it back down to it's dog eared position. he watches me, a certain twinkle in his chocolate eyes that I couldn't quite put my finger on.

I take one last look at him. to me he hasn't changed a bit since my mom had brought him home. even though his body has grown and he has buffed up tremendously, jeongguk still had that pretty baby face I adored. but I snapped out of my thoughts, patting his chest, lightheartedly. "now, out you go. rest up before the big night." I shooed him away, forcing him to shuffle back towards the door before I turned him around and shoved him out.

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just when I thought he couldn't get more sheepishly handsome, he did. he obeyed my orders and sat next to me, fidgeting with his hands beneath the table. I would have been able to properly cherish him if this bowling ball of a crown wasn't digging into my head. why must my new crown be so hefty? I can't simply make suitable orders for my kingdom if I have a headache all the time.

jeongguk had changed clothes. he replaced his red suit for a black and gold one that screamed handsome prince! more than anything I've seen an actual prince wear. he definitely wanted to make a good impression and prove himself worthy of sitting amongst royalty, he even scrapped the dirt underneath his short, chipped nails. but his presence alone was enough to satisfy me. in fact, I don't think anyone really cared that he joined us.

"relax." I whisper to him, placing my hand on his thigh. I could feel his thick muscles tense as I traced my fingers over them. his adam's apple jumping up his throat and coming right back down. his cheeks were stuffed with the lamb skewers piled onto his plate. I chuckle quietly to myself as his skin practically boils beneath my touch. he gave me a short but precious little nod and I moved my hand to readjust my crown that was threatening to fall over my eyes.

the crown wasn't the only thing irritating me. the young man sitting diagonal from me, kwon jiyong, was already chatting my ear off. "now that you are queen, you must find someone to help rule the kingdom." he said, then dabbed the unreasonably expensive napkin on the corner of his mouth. my eyes felt like they were twitching, but I remained calm. "I shall marry when I am ready for it, jiyong."

despite my blunt response, he still kept lingering around the same topic I had pushed aside many times before. "every kingdom needs a king to feel protected, y/n. it's too much hassle for a lady, and I know many charming young men who would love to have your hand." almost unconsciously, I clutch jeongguk's leg once more to keep me from reaching across the table and strangling the man who acted as my guardian.

a dense wave of tension spreads along the endless dinner table. in the corner of my eye, I could see princess nancy wobble in her seat to help adapt to the discomfort as I'm sure she could feel the heat waves radiating from jiyong beside her. and as the agonizing seconds tick by, I'm gradually gripping jeongguk tighter and tighter. my nails are basically indenting his skin, and I can hear the tiniest whine crawl up his throat before I speak again.

"I've been successfully ruling the chourosan kingdom since I was seventeen. if I could do it as an orphaned princess, what makes you think I can't do it as a matured queen?" my question catches him off guard as I raise my eyebrow at him. I know I'm right. because jiyong has been with me since day one, he knows I'm more than worthy to rule my people independently. "I never said that," he puts up his hands defensively. "I'm saying that we have traditions, and one is to have both a queen and a king."

at this point, even queen chaerin, who sat on the left side of me, seemed uneasy. I know he meant well, but he's not in charge of me anymore, I am an adult now. and as my hand is on jeongguk's leg, I could feel his bulge hardening and twitching ever so slightly. he's been silent this whole time, just like everyone else. why couldn't jiyong take the hint?

"how would your parents feel if you broke that tradition? surely they wouldn't be too proud." I felt my chest stiffening, my merciless hold on jeongguk finally loosening and leaving him completely. "that's too far, jiyong." queen jeongyeon finally chimes in, a scowl on her usually soft face. though I didn't wait for a apology or any further arguments as I excused myself, storming off to my room where I could be unbothered. the loud unintentional slamming of my doors echoing throughout the hallways.

I ripped off my crown, a huge weight literally being lifted off of me, and flopped onto the bed. I desperately wanted to get rid of this itchy dress, however I was too lazy for it. my accessories were only thing I had the energy to remove as I fought back hot tears. my fingertips lightly trace the black curtain canopy that draped all around me, the depressing memories of my parents flickering in my head like a terrible cinematic movie.

I'm not sure how long I laid pitifully, but soon enough, there was a light tap on my door, followed by a comforting, minuscule voice. "miss y/n?" it's jeongguk. my mind kept telling me that I needed to be left alone, to process everything and cope. but I couldn't seem to stop myself from blurting, "come in!" his body language was timid as he walked in hesitantly, his fancy jacket no longer draped over his shoulders. instead, he wore the same button up from earlier, the buttons around his chest area hanging on for life because of his big pecks.

"are you okay?" he asked so sweetly. I almost laughed. because if one could see me sprawled out on my bed in a massive ball gown with my hair a rats nest while braiding two pieces of my canopy together, they'd think I had lost it completely. however, I swallowed a small lump that had rested deep within my throat and just said, "I'm fine." I'm unsure how convincing I was. although lying isn't my best skill, he seemed to buy it.

next came a brief silence. I look at him as he awkwardly scratches the back of his head, his baby nose scrunching up just like a bunny. also, while doing so, I was able to get a little peek at his dainty waist beneath his clothing. he's very well proportioned, and I'll admit, I'm a little jealous. this time, he's the one to break the silence. "is there anything I can do for you?" he asks, and for once, not as a servant, but as a friend.

my mind goes back to the dinner table, where only a strong grip on his thigh was enough to turn him on, and to provoke the cutest little whine. I thought about when the very tips of my fingers brushing against his skin was enough to quiet my nerves, the comfort it gave me. I remember all those times I've shamelessly stared at his groin area, fantasizing about it from the day I woke up and the moment before I fell asleep. I sat up coolly, and met his wandering eyes, a smirk gradually lighting my face. "you can, actually."

jeongguk thinks innocently, but the faint twitch of his lips didn't go unnoticed, and the enthusiasm in his voice didn't as well. "yes?" I rise myself from my bed and wiggle my finger, luring him closer. "come here, jeongguk." he shuffles his feet towards me, a hint of confusion resting upon his face as he studied me, seemingly in deep thought. he starts getting hesitant once he's about three feet away, his big eyes shifting every which way.

I don't let him stop until he's just inches away from me, until I could feel his body heat clashing with mine. we were so close that I could see my tiny reflection in the shadows of his eyes, his pupils dilating progressively. the rich smell of his heavy cologne traveling up my nose and putting my mind at ease. and there were no second thoughts when I leaned in and pressed my lips against his. all of my emotions that I kept bottled up were finally bubbling up and spilling into his mouth as he stood frozen against my affection.

when I pulled away and opened my eyes, jeongguk looked absolutely stunned as he brought his hand up to his moist lips with a loud exhale. "y-y/n...!" he takes one step back. "we can't do that, i-it's not right." he stutters. his voice cracking like a delicate china plate. however, he didn't attempt to stop me from grabbing his chin as I spoke. "I know you like me, jeon jeongguk, and I know you want this. nobody has to know. and if one does find out, I'll be very intimidating. but I'll only continue if you let me, otherwise you can just go on your way and we'll pretend this never happened. it's your choice."

I could hear him gulp as he contemplated, with his smokey lids shut, momentarily. before they reopen, his pupils enlarged with anticipation. "I want it." his answer is confident, and then my tongue is in his mouth. the hand that gripped his chin now resting on his waist, the other traveling up the back of his head to tug on his hair. it felt as if a thousand butterflies were fluttering inside my stomach as my tongue danced around his. a gentle moan from him lighting the winged creatures in lust fueled flames.

once again, I felt his hard on poking against me. I brush my fingers against him and felt him squirm, another moan entering my mouth. I clasp my hand around his length and began pumping him, teasingly. he tiny moans escalated to adorable whines as I fondled with his tip, before gliding my hand up his chest to pop open the buttons of his shirt. which makes him pull away from my lips. "wait," I stop everything immediately, concerned that I might have moved too fast for him. he releases a prompt sigh, faltering as he tried to gather the courage to tell me, "I'm a virgin."

jeongguk's eyes left me as he anxiously awaits for my answer. I don't tell him that I already knew, or that it was something I adored about him—a bit too much, actually—because I was certain that it would shoo him away. instead I let my fingers roam through his hair, from to root to tip, until they're cupping his warm cheek. "don't worry, I'll take care of you, baby boy." I promised, and I could feel his body relax.

then, I finished opening his shirt to reveal his impressive abs. I traced my fingers along them, lightly scraping them with my nails. this makes jeongguk hiss quietly, his eyes shutting as I get closer and closer to his groin. I palm him, gently, and his eyes flutter beneath his lids, his eyelashes tickling the top of his cheeks. it's already so hard and needy, I don't think he will last long, so there was no time to waste. as I spun around, I unknotted the purple sash that cinched my waist, imagining my ribs and organs slowly expanding back in place. "unzip me." I told jeongguk, and he did so instantly, and my skin was finally free of that monstrous dress.

underneath all the crystal and pearl littered fabric was a cream colored lingerie set with pastel pink lace, and a cute little bow on both the center of the bra and panties. the bra was long lined, so it rested firmly above my waist, showing off my curves. I didn't sneak a glance over my shoulder to see the look jeongguk's face because I already knew he was enjoying himself. instead I picked up the sash and said, "lay yourself on the bed, and keep everything on." while he sunk himself into the foam mattress, I strutted towards the door and locked them so we couldn't be disturbed, making sure to give him a nice view of behind.

I made sure to take my time lingering around the entrance of my bedroom, I wanted to keep him on edge. I want every little thing to excite and stimulate him, or else I won't be pleased. finally, after catching on to his impatient whining, I spun around to display my pushed up breasts. his reaction is better than I thought it would be. his jaw drops, smoothly, almost instantly fixating on them. the most he's seen was a little cleavage, occasionally, and even that caused him to short circuit.

he had listened to me about keeping his clothes on. his shirt dripped down his shoulders as propped himself onto his elbows, and his pants still constricting his erection. I walked over to him, enchantingly. I wanted to give him the time to let his mind stray about this situation, to create a memorable feeling to associate with his first time. once my body is hovering above him, with my legs folded on both sides of him, I pushed him gently against his chest to force him to lay down flat. he complies and allows his head to rest against the satin pillowcase, his eyes lost beneath his lids.

I sat back and looked at my empty canvas. there was so many things I could do to him and many thought processes scrambling in my head as I watched his chest rise and fall silently. then I remembered the purple sash that I wrapped around my fingers, and moved his arms above his head so he could be restricted. he made no objections to it, probably because he was getting an up close view of my breasts. purple was a good color on him. he does well with cooler tones, they complement his complexion beautifully.

I had not even finished tying him when I made the decision to paint more purple tones onto my canvas. once I finished tightening the last knot, I hover my lips above his muscular chest, giving it a quick peck. his skin is scorching by now. I'm surprised he wasn't tinted red all over, but if I looked closely, I could see some little beads of sweat here and there. "how are you doing, baby?" I ask first, making sure he was comfortable. because just like me, he was not the best lier. jeongguk pokes his tongue out and moisturizes his lips before answering, "good."

he didn't seem to hold any doubt, so I continued on, reattaching my lips onto his peck, more roughly this time. jeongguk whimpers delicately once I began slurping and sucking in his skin, his muscles flexing beneath me. I didn't stop until I was positive that a lovely hickey stained his flesh. it was a deep wine color with faint splotches of violet speckled within. I had officially marked him as mine and I wasn't going to stop there.

almost every inch of his chest and parts of his abdomen were covered in love bites, once I reached my favorite part of him. he was already breathless and I thought he could probably orgasm from hickeys alone. every little nibble on his skin had him moaning and whimpering underneath me, my name drifting from his lips. the dress pants he wore where now chucked aside, leaving him just in his briefs. I was rather impressed with his size, he looked at least seven inches long. not to mention also being thick, as well.

at this point, jeongguk was extremely needy. the light tip of my finger along his head was enough to have his hips bucking for more and the cutest noise to fly out of his mouth. "why don't you take these off for me?" I suggest, and he wastes no measure of time grabbing the waistband and stripping himself. his penis sprung up instantly, already leaking arousal. I use it as lubricant as I slowly jerk him off, giving him a stern warning when he starts thrusting himself into my hand. "sit still, jeongguk." he pouts but obeys.

I remove my hands and spread his legs so I could sit between them. he watches me though lazy eyes, anticipating my next move. he moans lewdly when I start sucking on his balls, trying desperately not to thrash around from sensitivity. "you like that?" I ask, and he nods frantically, humming sweetly. as I glance at him, I notice his arm veins poking out, tremendously. he's clutching onto his own hand the best he can without damaging his wrists. how can he be so cute?

my next target was his thighs. they are so beefy and irresistible, there's no way I could have ignored them. "you have such gorgeous thighs, you know that?" I said before kissing the one on the right. a bright blush seeps through his cheeks at my compliment, with a small curve of his lips before his bunny smile revealed itself. "thank you, miss y/n." he says, coyly. "you like calling me miss don't you?" I grin, and his member twitches beside me. "I do. I do, very much, miss."

my response was more sensual kisses to his legs. as a woman who's grown up with people bowing their heads as soon as I made an entrance, or looked in their direction, this mini role reversal was pleasing. jeongguk must have felt the same as well, because his usual live-to-serve attitude had vanished as I kept giving him more and more affection. but there was still plenty of dominance radiating from me. every action I took towards jeongguk's body had its own little touch that reminded both of us that, generally, I was the one in charge.

this is also because this is jeongguk's first time. everything must be comfortable and memorable, or else I will be ashamed of myself. but my previous concerns were washed away once I started biting the inner flesh of his thighs, where it was the juiciest. a nice, reasonable amount of fat that strangely complemented his big muscles. judging by his abrupt cry, that was a very sensitive spot for him. just when I decided he could not be any more noisy. I warn him to pipe down, in fear of someone too nosy interfering with us, before continuing.

although, due to his uncontrollable outbursts, I had to move on. this would be something to dive deeper in when we had more privacy. however, the two quarter-sized love bites on each of the very inner parts of his legs were enough to fulfill me. since he had been good so far, I grab his shaft and place two kitten licks to his tip. in the corner of my eyes, I saw his damp skin rise into tiny goosebumps, another melodic moan followed afterwards. his bitter taste endures in my mouth. it's definitely not intolerable, in fact, I yearned for more.

finally, I probably wrapped my lips completely around his tip. it pulses in my mouth from my warmth, a quick grunt contrasting with his gentle whines. I look up as I progressively swallow his member until it activated my gag reflex. which triggers him to jerk and curse, "fuck!" I placed a stern hand atop of his hip bone, and he bites his lip, shamefully. a soft, apologetic luster twinkling above the dark chocolate pigment of his eyes.

the farther his length traveled into my mouth, the more he failed at controlling his fragile mewls. especially when his tip slid past my tonsils and nudged the back of my throat. then, I started bobbing my head, swirling my tongue around him like he's a sweet candy, and allowed myself to moan richly against him, and the noises I got in return were more than enough to drench the bottom half of my lingerie set. I let my hand rest above my vagina and traced small imaginary circles on my clitoris, realizing how aroused I really am.

as the heat in my stomach becomes overwhelming, I hooked my finger around the lace hem of my panties and pulled them down in a swift motion. the unexpected cool air against the wetness of my folds provoked a hushed groan from me. jeongguk sees me throw my underwear somewhere on the rug and starts pleading, "miss, can I please taste you? I've been such a good boy. please, please." he's begging was cunning, and very persuading. the innocent features of his face and his tone—not to mention those big doe eyes that could soften even the most ruthless scoundrel—made it impossible to deny him.

yet, I managed to do exactly that, providing him a with an even better offer. "how about I ride you, instead? you can cum inside me." I can see him purse his lips and I realized I left out an important piece of information. "I'm on the pill, don't worry." his body eases up, and he grins again, coyly. "yes, please." I bent over and placed a quick peck on the corner of his lips, before grabbing his member and align it with my core. I massage his head between my folds, grinding my hips towards him until I got the desperate whine I was searching for. "please..." it was so tiny, and delicate. like the daintiest insect crawling it's way to my heart.

my eyes instantly shut once the tip is inside me, a heavy sigh emptying my chest as I adjust to his length before sinking down the rest of it. a good moan from both of us fills the room once he's completely inside me, and I could already feel his excitement pulsing against me. I hold onto his slim waist and began rocking back and forth, taking my time so both of us could relax. jeongguk's hair is now frizzy from all the sweat that has soaked his forehead, sticking  out in every which way as his lips quiver. his lids are heavy and his eyeshadow is smeared, but his eyes still shined brightly, his pitch black pupils overpowering his natural eye color.

as my movements got faster, it was as if I could feel his juices mixing with mine, which turned me on to the max. I let my head dip back and my hair hang loosely from my scalp, a deep moan vibrating deep within my throat. the boy's fingers start to curl into fists, his whole face and chest glowing a sweet red tint that complemented the hickeys. he must be close, I thought. so, I bounce up and down, pressing my nails into his thighs.

another sinful moan is released once his penis has jammed against my g-spot, and I angled my body so his tip can repeatedly press against it, making the knot within my stomach tighten each time. we have now become more noisy as our highs are bubbling up within ourselves, our bodies perfectly in sync with each other as we pleasures each other. abruptly, jeongguk cries out, his body trembling in the slightest way. "oh, miss y/n, I am close." his voice gives out towards the end, breaking into an empty sob.

his thighs begin shaking beneath me, and for the first time he starts tugging against the restraints, but not to be rebellious. but because his orgasm was so thunderous. he let go of one final, breathy moan before filling me up with his warm seed. I'm not that far behind as I continue to grind myself above him until my orgasm is reached a couple minutes later. both of our chests heaving, rhythmically, as we caught our winded breath. with him still inside me, I move a strand of hair from his face, tucking it behind his ear the best I could, but instead it just flopped back out.

again, I slither my hand across his chest, running my fingers along the marks I have given him, and stopping at his abdomen where his muscles hardened. I then carefully lift myself from him, our blended cum oozing out of my core and dripping onto his length. I couldn't help but moan in sight, one final idea putting a smile on my face. "do you still want to taste me?" I ask. even though he's worn out, his face beams and his rabbit teeth appear. "yes, please." he had such good manners that there was no debate when I hovered my core over his face, a small drop of our juices landing on the lower part of his cheek.

jeongguk groans at the taste we've created, and it tickles my vagina so nicely that I praise him. "good boy, jeongguk." I pat his damp hair as his tongue slurps up every last drop, like it's his life mission. meanwhile, I'm untying his wrists, I've gone too long without his touch. the sash leaves behind yet another gorgeous flaw to his skin, an indentation of the luxurious material temporarily embedded into his flesh.

once the pads of fingers mold themselves against the curve of my waist, it was electrifying. he treated me as I was an ancient artifact, his touch is light and feathery just like his tongue, and the stray strands of hair tickling my belly. I didn't long for another orgasm, him licking me clean was all I wanted. I pull him back by the hair and he exhales sharply once his mouth has parted from me, the lower half of his face glistening from our arousal. he swipes his tongue across his face to get the leftover fluids, humming in contentment.

I didn't get the opportunity to admire him post-orgasm, unfortunately, all because of duke jiyong's cartoonish voice booming down the hallways. "queen y/n?! I must have a talk with you!" I rolled my eyes and wiped jeongguk's face, as he smiled at me, endearingly. his smile was so hypnotic, I wanted to make him the most joyful boy on earth just to see him smiling with those adorable teeth and tiny creases near his eyes. I place one last peck on his sticky forehead before wandering through my drawers to find a clean pair of undergarments and a slip on night gown. before jiyong opened the doors on a grinning, half naked jeongguk.

lovesick (I)

— pairing: yandere ot7 x (f) reader — word count: 5.9k — warnings: yandere, stalking, obsessive behaviour, harrassment, mention of violence/bodily harm, 18+ — summary: You dreamed of the day you would get your very own soulmark. Though, you didn’t expect to wake up to a searing hurt in your arm, the phantom pain of your shoulder being dislocated and your forearm fractured. As if dealing with the worst possible soulmark ever wasn’t bad enough, you also have to come to terms with the fact that you’re being stalked. When the letters and gifts you receive begin to escalate and the police offers no help, you have no other option than to figure out who’s behind it yourself – and hopefully before it’s too late. — amazing cover by @leithold​!

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Your foot is throbbing – again.

You fall back into bed, lifting your leg up to rest it over your knee. You wince as you examine the damage, purple and yellow bruising covering your swollen ankle. Lightly pressing around the area, you’re relieved to find that it only seems to be slightly sprained.

You glance over at your bedside table as your alarm goes off again, the framed picture next to your phone catching your attention as you silence the shrill sound. It’s a photo of you and Heejun, your next-door neighbour turned best friend. This particular one was taken on the night before he turned eighteen, your grinning faces showing off the pure excitement you both felt at the time.

Ever since you were little, even before you met Heejun, you’ve always dreamed about meeting your soulmate. You’ve lost count of the endless nights you stayed up imagining what kind of mark you would find once you woke up on your 18th birthday. Your favourite was always discovering a note written on your arm – the same as your parents. A close runner-up was the countdown mark Heejun had, you always made sure to check in with him every day to watch as the time suddenly decreased or increased. You’ll never forget the day he called you, voice choked up with tears and joy as he told you he had finally bumped into his soulmate.

With thousands of different variants of soulmarks and new ones being reported every day, you always thought you would end up with something sweet, something fitting to the fairy tale you always wanted. You certainly weren’t expecting to wake up to a searing hurt in your arm, the phantom pain of a dislocated shoulder and forearm fracture sticking with you for weeks afterwards.

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wicked • 1

↳ Summary: In a desperate hope to stop war from breaking you are a serviced to wed the most vile man alive, the one who has committed atrocities and war crimes beyond comprehension, he who is responsible for the fall of many nations, the wicked prince who’s heart is made of stone. You are to marry a man who challenges every belief and moral you stand for, all while being faced in a foreign land with nobody but yourself too trust…But are you both truly that different? Or is hate not too far from love?

↳ Pairing: Jungkook/reader feat. Seokjin

↳ Genre: arranged marriage AU, enemies to lovers, it’s kind of a period AU??? Historical but also technically not? prince!AU, eventual smut

Word Count: 4k

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Note: I’ve sat on this story for like 8 months and I still feel bad for posting but bYe I’m a hoe for e2l and I sure hope y’all are too bc gOd daYum

To be a princess, is that of obtaining and following duty whenever it calls. Whether you agree with it or not is of none concern to no one, even yourself to an extent. There were many times in your life when you could assume that, if you felt strong enough about a situation, eventually, your parents would sit you down and work something out that was, at the very least, comparable.

Those times were few and far in between as you often understood that you had to do things, even if you didn’t personally want to, from a young age that you could no longer remember. But still, to be told this. It was a laughable matter at the time, you were so shocked that you couldn’t even fully believe it, it was two years ago after all. But for the day to have finally come. 

For the little bubble you had sheltered yourself in, to pop.

It was laughable only at how pathetic you were, you had two years to prepare. And yet here you were, still in denial and even more bitter than before. You had cried, begged your parents for some other alternative, but low and behold, they could only look at you with pity in their eyes. After all, what good was a daughter outside of selling off in marriage?

“Mmm, is something wrong, my love?” Your heart beat had risen and your hands were a little too shaky, was it because you were naturally shy during such activities as these? Or was it the shame cast over you? This was the day you’d meet him, and you were currently in your room doing this. 

A hand tenderly stroked your face, cupping your cheek as he gently raised your chin to look at him, Seokjin’s face was soft as a finger traced your jawline, your lips had jutted a little and your expression strong in remorse, if you stared at him any longer the moment would be ruined by your tears, “I’m fine.” You mumbled, offering a weak smile that you were sure if Seokjin looked close enough he would be able to tell it was a lie for the sake of the moment. 

Your hands quickly got back to work to keep him from asking any questions, you didn’t want to talk about it. Nor did you want to be in this position either but when would be the next time you got to do this? If ever. 

Sexual favors were not something you were often inclined to do but Seokjin was an exception as he was your lover and originally, had things gone the way they should, you would be married off to Seokjin. But of course not, no, Penumbra had to frighten every nation in the world by threat of invasion. 

They had to be so cruel in their wars and battles, their soldiers and training, it was no match for anyone. No matter how many troops were sent, they were torn down one after the other by the highly skilled soldiers there. Penumbra was everyone’s worst nightmare, a nation so bitter and angry, they’d stop at nothing to seek vengeance on everyone who once destroyed their original nation of Seoul. 

They didn’t take mercy on children or women, they didn’t care about anything but their own. You wholeheartedly despised and stood against everything they were. And for your parents to look you in the eyes and say you’d have to marry their Prince. 

The Wicked Prince. 

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an angel and her lover (26759 words) by dreamingcompanion

☾ chapters: 1/1.  ☾ fandom: 방탄소년단 | bangtan boys | bts.  ☾ rating: explicit.  ☾ warnings: graphic depictions of violence, major character death.

relationships: jeon jungkook/reader.

characters: jeon jungkook, park jimin (bts), jung hoseok | j-Hope, min yoongi | suga, kim taehyung | v, kim seokjin | jin, kim namjoon | rm, reader.

summary: unable to let the fates of the world betray the life of such a beautiful young man, you defy the work of god, and save him. now, you must deal with the consequences… one of them, falling in love with he who shouldn’t have lived.