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Warnings: Violence, Gender inequality, smut in the form of: oral (f. receiving), penetrative sex, unprotected sex (don’t do as I write peeps safe sex is great sex), dom/sub dynamics, dom!Tae, sub!Reader, dirty talk, he calls her princess. (If I forgot anything please let me know nicely, thank you!)
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Summary: You were the next in line to be the head of your village, when your mother gave you to the enemy to save your people from merciless slaughter. What happens when they try to Tame a Beast?
The guards separated you and Taehyung shortly after the wedding feast.
You were whisked away by the handmaidens and taken up to a different portion of the palace. You were no longer in your own wing, no, this was different. They shoved you into another bath, scrubbing exceptionally hard.
“Ouch! Hey, watch it!” you growled.
“Shush, you are about to be presented to the Prince and you need to be as perfect as we can get you,” one maid said.
You bit your lip. There was aggression in their movements. They were either jealous or angry that a ‘savage’ like you was going to bed their beloved Prince. How utterly ridiculous. Taehyung was probably going to be far too frightened to bed you.
They wrapped you in pretty fabric, but it was easy to undo. You tried to calm your racing heart as they fluffed your hair lightly, but kept it wet.
“How do you think she looks?” One of the maids asked, looking at you with an appraising stare. Like you were some kind of object. Your blood boiled, but you sat still.
“It’ll have to do,” one older maid said, “we must hurry, the Prince will be waiting for her.”
You look at the ring on your finger, and in this moment, you missed Elaine’s gentle touches. She may have disliked you, but she never insulted you. Well, at least to your face anyways. Or maybe she did.
Whatever, you liked Elaine better than these brats.
Soon, you were walking down the hall in your silks and bare feet.
There were guards outside Taehyung’s door. Ah yes, to confirm the consummation. Well, best to get it over with rather than agonize for months.
The door opened and you were practically thrown inside. You heard the slamming of the wood and knew you were sealed in for the night. Gingerly, you lifted your head and saw Taehyung sitting on the other side of the bed. He was in a white loose shirt, looking out the window as he sat still in the night light.
You didn’t know what to say. You knew he was aware of your presence. But you didn’t want to disturb him.
After a while of standing Taehyung spoke.
“Are you scared?” He asked.
“Not much scares me, you certainly don’t,” you answered.
“What scares you?” He asked. You wondered what this had to do with consummation of your marriage, but you played along.
“Truly…?”
You thought for a moment, what did scare you?
Taehyung waited for you to answer.
“Failure. Being a disappointment to my people. That scares me,” you answered honestly.
Taehyung seemed to mull your words over in his head.
“Taehyung-”
“I’m scared of the same thing.”
“Of failure?” You questioned.
“Being a disappointment, failure… I’m scared of it all,” Taehyung whispered.
“Well, I can’t tell you you won’t fail. I’m not certain I won’t fail either. But, what matters is learning from your mistakes. Those who ignore their failures are ignorant, they only see their achievements, not their losses. People who take their losses into account, win more.”
Taehyung was silent.
“I’ve failed you,” he said. “I’ve been a terrible fiancé.”
“There’s nothing wrong with being in love, and I’m sorry you had to lose her the way you did,” you said. Taehyung had been mourning the loss of Elaine, but the wedding and planning had put a wrench in his grieving.
Especially now that they wanted him to bed another woman.
“I don’t know if I can do this,” Taehyung said weakly.
You’d figured this would be hard for him. But if you didn’t consummate this marriage then you’d both be in trouble. You’d be under more ridicule than you already were, and Taehyung would no doubt be in for another beating…
“Taehyung,” you whispered.
“What?” He asked, turning towards you.
“It’s okay to be nervous, but, it’s just me.”
“I know, but, Elaine was the only one I’ve ever-”
“Do you trust me?” You asked, looking at him from across the room.
Taehyung was silent for a moment. Your heart was in your throat.
“Yes, I trust you,” he said quietly.
“Then can I come closer?”
“Yes,” he said even softer.
You walked forward and sat down on the bed.
You’d never really been one for a delicate approach to anything, but you were slowly starting to understand this man. And your usual methods weren’t going to be helpful with him.
Generally you didn’t care about things like that, but with Taehyung you’d both gone through so much together. Even if it felt like you were alone in this huge palace, Taehyung was probably feeling the same thing right now.
And maybe you could change that.
“We don’t have to hide from each other. We’re married now. We should at the very least be allies with one another,” you stated.
“Allies?” he asked, softly underneath his breath.
“Yes. Your court isn’t too pleased I’m an outsider, your court is also not pleased that you’ve been in relations with a servant girl.”
Taehyung winced at that.
“Really, if you look at it, all we have is each other. So why not be allies at the very least?”
Taehyung thought for a moment.
“What do you want from being allies?” he asked.
“I want to see my mother again,” you said, soft and gentle. Like the word was the most valuable thing in your possession.
“You want to see your mother? I thought your tribe was to follow you now,” he said.
“Just because they follow me doesn’t guarantee me seeing my mother. I want you to find a way for me to see her,” you explained.
“And what would I get out of you being my ally?” he asked.
“My cooperation, and loyalty,” you announced.
“Cooperation?”
“Yes, I will be a model bride for you. And I will be loyal to you. Only you,” you said with conviction.
“You swear it?”
“I swear on my father’s grave,” you declared.
“Very well, I will see about getting you and your mother reunited. But in the meantime, behave yourself,” he sighed.
“I will do my very best,” you said.
The room was silent for a few moments, before you spoke again.
“Shall we consummate our marriage now?” you asked, raising a brow and looking at the bed.
Taehyung choked.
“I-I don’t think-”
“We have to, don’t we? Lest they find our marriage null and void in the morning and you no longer have access to my warriors,” you asked.
Taehyung cursed, a sharp tone that made your ears perk.
“You’re right, but-”
You stood up and dropped your dressing gown, revealing your naked body.
Taehyung’s eyes bulged out of his head as he averted his gaze.
“What are you doing?” he asked, shocked.
“You’re my husband now, aren’t you supposed to look?” you asked, confused.
“Well, yes but-”
“There’s no need to drag this out longer than we have to, so let’s just get to it,” you said, placing your hands confidently on your hips.
Taehyung’s eyes remained off of you.
“Have you ever… been with anyone?” he asked.
“No, but that shouldn’t be a problem, correct?”
Taehyung swallowed audibly.
“It’s painful for a woman’s first time,” he warned.
“I’m sure I’ve suffered worse,” you said, waving him off.
“When did you last bleed?” He questioned, his head turned away from you still.
“Why do you ask?” You wondered aloud.
“Because I’m not ready for children yet,” he whispered.
Your mouth opened and shut for a moment. Elaine had been claiming a pregnancy before she’d died, but there was no proof either way. You understood Taehyung’s wanting to wait, you weren’t ready for a child yet either.
“The risk is low right now,” you said.
Taehyung let out a shaky breath before turning his head and taking in your body. You stood still, letting him get acclimated to the sight. Slowly, he lifted his arm and placed a cool hand on your warm flesh. Taehyung rubbed over your scarred skin. Fights from your training as a child had marred your body, but right now instead of being disgusted like you’d expected, Taehyung was gently caressing every raised inch of your skin.
“You must have trained hard,” he said quietly.
“I trained every day, sometimes until well after sunset,” you told him.
You placed your hand on his head, running your fingers through his silky tresses. Taehyung leaned forward, placing a gentle kiss on your hip. A soft sigh escaped your lips as you watched his mouth trail along your lower stomach.
“Your skin is soft,” Taehyung said, looking up at you.
“Well, I was scrubbed like a stain on a dress, I’d imagine I would be,” you scoffed.
His once gentle hands tightened on you, making your face turn questioning.
“Who bathed you, and why were they rough with you?” He asked.
“I don’t remember Taehyung, there were several maids coming and going. Does it matter?” You wondered.
“Yes, I won’t let the staff abuse my wife. They’re meant to serve you, not treat you like an animal,” Taehyung said.
You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped you. It was now Taehyung’s turn to be confused.
“Quite a big change this ring has caused,” you said, holding up your hand. Taehyung frowned.
“It shouldn’t have been that way, I apologize. I should’ve seen you as an ally at the least, not a hindrance. But I want to change that, we can work together,” Taehyung said, looking up at you with his dark eyes.
Something in your stomach turned at the sight of him looking up at you. Not in a bad way either, but you felt almost feverish. Looking deep into the eyes of possibly the only person in this world that you could trust.
But what if he betrays you?
What if it’s all a ploy?
Do you risk it?
“Let me try, let me try to make it up to you,” Taehyung pleaded, lips finding your skin once more.
An involuntary noise came from you, a soft sigh, something so gentle and relaxed coming from your mouth. Taehyung’s brows shot up in surprise. You bit your lip and tried to fight the heat on your face.
“W-Was that you?”
“I-I’ve never-”
Taehyung cut you off by placing his mouth back over your lower stomach. He moved his hands to your thighs so you spread them apart slightly.
Encouraged by your movement, Taehyung got on his knees on the floor.
“Let me taste you,” he breathed against your center. His eyes flickered to yours for approval. You swallowed hard before nodding.
Carefully, Taehyung placed a gentle kiss to your womanhood. You felt his tongue come out and lick at you gingerly, as if he was afraid to scare you off. Never had you been handled in such a way. Taehyung’s hands on the backs of your thighs urged you closer.
You moved according to his direction, bringing your hips closer to his pink lips. You watched with morbid curiosity as he licked along your slit. Collecting your flavor on his tongue and bringing you sharp pleasure.
“A-ah!” You cried when Taehyung’s tongue found your entrance. He dipped inside for just a moment before going back to lave across your pearl. Your heart was beating so hard. You weren’t sure what this sensation was, but it was something you were becoming addicted to.
“Is it alright? Are you okay?” Taehyung asked, watching you with rapt attention.
He was beyond nervous.
You could see it plain as day on his face, but so were you. It was rare for you to feel so out of your depth, but right now you had no idea what to do.
“I think so,” you swallowed thick, focusing back in on Taehyung’s tongue sampling you.
“If something doesn’t feel good, tell me,” he said seriously.
“I will,” you promised.
“Good, do you want to lie down?” He asked, looking at his large bed.
“Yes, that’s most efficient,” you said, clearing your throat. You laid down on the bed, while Taehyung got up from the floor.
“It’s about what’s comfortable not efficient,” Taehyung said softly, trailing his hands along your legs, spreading them open so he could settle between them.
You gazed at him for a moment. He came back to your center, bringing his mouth to your wet core and continued to pleasure you.
Without meaning to, you let out a little gasp when he pushed his tongue inside you again.
“Do you like that?” He asked, licking his lips.
“I-I don’t know,” you flushed.
“I think you do,” Taehyung said, but there wasn’t smugness in his tone.
“Think so?” You asked softly.
“Yes, you’re still wet, getting wetter,” he said, rubbing his thumb through your folds gently, making your hips jut lightly.
“I can’t help it,” you frowned.
“Y/N,” Taehyung said quietly.
“Yes?” You raised a brow.
“Can I put my fingers inside you?”
“Why?” You couldn’t help but ask, why was he drawing this out?
“B-Because I need to prep you before I-uh… Before I put myself inside of you. Otherwise it’ll hurt,” Taehyung explained.
“I see, you think I can’t handle whatever-”
“It’s really not like that Y/N, I honestly just want to make this as painless as possible,” he said, looking at you with his deep eyes.
Taehyung knew you were going to be difficult.
But you were just nervous, Taehyung couldn’t fault you for that.
He was just as nervous. If not more so.
“Okay, do what you think is best,” you said, biting your lip harshly.
Taehyung nodded. Putting his fingers in his mouth before rubbing them along your slick gingerly. Slowly, Taehyung inserted one finger. You felt the stretch and burn, but it wasn’t painful per se. It was more of an aching feeling than anything.
“Does it hurt?”
“N-No, just…”
“Want me to move a little?”
“Just a little,” you breathed.
“Okay, just relax, it’s okay,” Taehyung said, moving his finger out a touch before pushing back in.
“Oh,” you sighed, resting your head back on the bed.
“Good?” He asked.
“Y-Yeah, feels good,” you said, letting the pleasure wash over you.
Taehyung nodded and pushed his finger back and forth within you, creating a terribly wanton ache within you. Taehyung kept moving slowly, stretching you out with his finger.
“T-Taehyung,” you hiccuped.
“What is it?”
“I-I want m-more,” you said, feeling the heat rise to your face. Taehyung smiled lightly, but nodded nonetheless.
“Okay, two fingers?” He asked.
“Yes,” you whined out.
Taehyung was trying not to smirk, but it was hard when you were such a submissive in bed. Wanting the pleasure, wanting it all. Taehyung didn’t expect you to be so demure when you got in here. But now you’re writhing underneath him. His ego inflated, he couldn’t help it. The cold Princess finally letting her guard down.
“Just breathe for me, Y/N,” Taehyung said, pushing another finger inside your entrance.
“O-Oh!” You cried, gripping the sheets tightly between your fists.
“If this is how you react to two fingers I can’t wait to see what you look like on my cock,” Taehyung growled lowly.
The room became silent.
“Shit, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to over step-”
“Please, I want it so bad,” you begged. Taehyung felt the cord within him snapping, slowly letting loose into his dominant persona.
“Yeah? Want this cock Princess? I bet you do,” he groaned when more of your slick gushed from your core.
“Give it to me Taehyung, please,” you pleaded.
Taehyung’s arm was starting to hurt with how fast he was thrusting it inside of you, but he wanted to make you cum at least once before fucking you. He could feel your insides tightening up, telling him you were close.
“Want you to cum, pretty Princess, cum for me,” he breathed, coming close to your face and placing a kiss to your lips.
“I-I feel-like I’m gonna fall apart,” you breathed harshly, wrapping your arms around his neck.
“Do it, do it for me Princess,” Taehyung almost pleaded.
“Oh shit, Taehyung!” You cried, before cuming all over his hand.
Your heart was pounding out of your chest and your eyes filled with tears from the intensity of your orgasm. Taehyung was breathing just as hard as you as he pulled his hand from your center, bringing it to your face.
“Taste yourself,” he said, tapping your lips with his slick fingers.
Opening your mouth slowly, Taehyung put his fingers in your mouth making you roll your tongue along his digits.
“Good girl, lick my fingers,” he encouraged. You licked and sucked with more enthusiasm. Taehyung groaned at the sensation, making your legs twitch with want. He pulled his cleaned fingers from your mouth and brought your lips together.
You traced your hands down his frame, finding the tie on his shirt and pulling it open. Cold palms found his warm flesh and you bit your lip in surprise. He was toned, but not overly so. His lower stomach was soft, but his arms were strong and firm when he pulled you on top of him.
Taehyung placed his hands gently on your sides, moving you against his warm body. You felt his throbbing cock through his pants. He was so hard…
“Move with me-oh, yesss, like that Princess,” Taehyung moaned.
“A-Am I doing it right?” You asked, looking down at Taehyung’s lust filled face.
“Perfect, doing so good,” he encouraged.
“Taehyung,” you whimpered out.
“Princess, wanna be inside you already,” he moaned.
“Yes, I want it, please,” you begged lightly.
Taehyung almost cried out when you ground down against his hardness.
“Want my cock Princess? Want it inside of you? Want my thick dick inside your tiny pussy?”
He was filthy. But it was doing everything to turn you on. You hardly could register the feelings swarming your mind right now. All you could feel was Taehyung, and he felt so good.
Taehyung brought you closer, kissing your neck and biting down on the delicate flesh there.
“Oh!” Taehyung frantically took his pants off while you pulled at his sleeves in longing.
“Soon Princess, soon,” he said, kissing you once more.
“Mmm, Taehyung, hurry and put it in,” you pleaded.
Taehyung pulled off his shirt and threw it to the side, now just as bare as you. You smiled and ran your hands over his body, the warmth of him bringing you further into the moment.
“Are you ready Princess? Ready for my cock?”
“Yes, Taehyung, please,” you beseeched.
“Okay Princess, you’ll get it,” Taehyung said, spitting onto your pussy and lining himself up with your entrance.
Slowly, he eased himself inside of you. You watched Taehyung’s face morph into what looked like pain but you knew it was pleasure. You felt the fullness overwhelming you.
“H-Hold on,” you said, breathless.
“Are you alright? Do you want me to stop?” Taehyung asked, frantic.
“No no, I’m fine. I just need a moment,” you said, breathing deeply.
“Okay, let me know when I can move,” he said.
You waited a few seconds, waiting to adjust to the intrusion. But Taehyung was patient, kissing your chest and up to your lips while he waited for your go ahead.
“Alright, you can move,” you said softly.
Taehyung nodded before giving a gentle thrust into your wet heat.
“Oh fuck,” he moaned, looking down at you with a light sparkle in his dark eyes. You found yourself drawn into his orbs, looking back at you with such gentleness.
“T-Taehyung,” you whimpered out.
“Yes Princess, what do you need?” He asked.
“Touch me, touch me please,” you begged.
“Where?” He questioned, looking for direction. Not answering with words, you took his hand and placed it over your breast. Taehyung palmed your chest, making you moan out in appreciation.
“Like that,” you cried, head thrown back.
“So pretty like this,” Taehyung muttered. You peered up at him with your big eyes and Taehyung felt his heart stammer.
He pushed forward a little harder, making a gasp fall from your lips with his urgency.
“Feels so good, mmm, fuck,” he growled. Taehyung was about fit to burst, but he held off, knowing that you would come first. He needed to see it again. The way your lips parted in a beautiful O that made him want to kiss you endlessly.
“Taehyung, fuck, oh Gods,” you moaned.
“Say my name, fucking say it. I want to hear you scream my name Princess,” he groaned.
“Tae-hyung, fuck, harder, fuck me harder,” you squeaked.
“I will baby, I’m going to fuck you so hard that you can’t walk tomorrow,” he moaned.
You gripped his shoulders tightly as he started rutting into you at an alarming rate. Taehyung seemed to slip away at this point, turning into a feral beast. Your heart was hammering against your rib cage, like a bird trying to get free. Your vision was going blurry as you tried to hold on.
“Look at me Princess, focus on me, let me see you cum. You’re so close aren’t you? Just wanna cum huh? I’ll give it to you, isn’t that right Princess? Fucked so silly for me, my bride, my wife. Going to make you my Queen,” Taehyung moaned out.
Taehyung sounded so sure, unlike any other time you’ve heard him speak. Generally the man was more reserved but, right now he was fucking you like a savage. You tried to keep your eyes open, but the sensations coursing through you were more than you could take.
“Taehyung, something-I’m-ah!” You cried, trying to keep your head on straight but your lower stomach burst into a fiery explosion that took your breath away.
“Fuck that’s it pretty girl, keep going. Cum all over me, want to see you make a mess,” he said.
Your thighs were starting to shake as he kept pushing forward into you. “Ah, Taehyung, w-what-oh!”
“So close baby, so close,” he whimpered, rolling his hips into yours seductively.
“Oh my fucking-Taehyung!”
“Y/N!” He yelped, pulling out quickly and warmth spread on your lower stomach.
“Shit,” you huffed, looking up at the ceiling.
Taehyung came into your field of view and looked at your face with concern.
“Are you alright?” He asked, timid nature creeping back in.
“What the fuck was that?” You asked, looking at him with confusion.
“Um, I’m also confused. What are you talking about?” He questioned.
“What did I just do?” You said, looking down at your mess with burning hot cheeks.
“You, uh, came?”
“What does that mean?” You asked.
“Have you never touched yourself?”
“Not like that, no,” you said, breathless even still.
“Well, it’s called an orgasm. But the slang terminology is to cum or you came,” Taehyung winced at the awkwardness filling this air.
“Can we do it again?”
“What.”
“That was the best feeling I’ve ever felt in my life, I want to do it again,” you said, pushing him down on the bed and crawling on top of him. Taehyung couldn’t help but feel his lower stomach twinge in interest.
“Well-uh-wait!”
“Why aren’t you hard still?”
“Oh dear God,” Taehyung lamented, rubbing his face.
“Am I not attractive enough? No, that can’t be it, you were hard because of me before,” you muttered.
“Can we not have this conversation now, I-I can’t go again so soon,” he said.
“How long do you need?” You asked, eagerly.
“Maybe, ten minutes? Wait-no, hold on,” Taehyung gasped when you brought your mouth down onto him. A sharp moan came from his lips. You smirked and continued moving your tongue around his length, massaging it and covering him with more of your slick.
“God fuck me, I-I can’t, it’s too much,” Taehyung cried, throwing his head back. You planned to keep going but a strong hand grasping the back of your head had other plans. Yanking your mouth off of him, Taehyung flung you onto your stomach and landed a heavy thwatch to your ass.
“Ouch!”
“Such a needy little brat I have,” Taehyung smirked. You noticed he was already getting hard again. Your mouth watered at the sight, but Taehyung didn’t let you move. You yearned to reach for him, to touch him more. To have him touch you more.
“Taehyung-”
“Enough, I told you to wait. And like a greedy little whore you couldn’t help yourself,” he growled.
His words didn’t sting, not at all actually. They brought a fire back into your belly that made your throat clench tight and your pussy scream for attention. Taehyung brought his hand down on your ass once more, making you jolt.
But instead of feeling humiliated, you moaned out loud. Letting him handle you as rough as he wanted. Taehyung gripped you and moved you to lean back on your knees and rest on your elbows.
“Ass up, Princess, I wanna see how drenched you are,” he said, giving your butt another swat. You did as he said, bringing yourself into a quite lewd position, ass high in the air. Taehyung groaned low in his throat as he massaged your tender flesh between his palms.
“Taehyung,” you mewled out, craving something inside of you.
“I think my little Princess needs to be louder. What do you want? Tell me Princess and you just might get what you desire,” Taehyung chuckled.
“Y-You, I want, you,” you pleaded.
“Yeah? What part of me do you want?” he asked, leaning down and brushing his lips against your ear in a tantalizing manner.
“Your cock, please Taehyung give it to me,” you begged.
Taehyung hummed in appreciation at your pleas.
“So desperate. I never knew you’d be such a whore for me,” he breathed against your neck, licking up to your earlobe and biting down a little hard.
“Oh!” you gasped, ass rutting into the cup of his hips.
Taehyung snarled when your pussy rubbed against his dick in a erotic fashion. He grabbed your hips and pulled you onto his cock, making you grind on him slowly. He seemed to like the build up, the way he could get your heart racing with just a few motions really made you wild.
“Going to shove myself so deep inside you that you won’t be able to breathe without my cock inside you. You’ll always need it. Whether it’s shoved down your throat, stuffed in your pussy or however I want to take you, Princess. Doesn’t that sound heavenly?”
You simply whined out a response, just wanting him inside you already.
“Ah ah ah, behave yourself Princess, I’d hate to leave you like this for the night,” Taehyung tutted.
“Please no! Please give it to me, Taehyung. Please, I’ll do whatever you want, just fuck me,” you cried.
You wanted to be ashamed of yourself. But you couldn’t help it. You’d never felt something such as this before. Your mind and body were overwhelmed with the sensations. Nothing could compare to the feeling you were experiencing right now. This pleasure that was burning you up from the inside out would surely be the death of you.
“My Princess, you want this?” he asked, stroking himself a bit before lining up with your entrance.
“Yes, yes I want it,” you gasped.
“Say please,” he teased.
“Please! Please please please Taehyung,” you sobbed.
“So eager, alright Princess. Take it,” Taehyung said, grabbing your hair and pulling you back onto his dick for the second time that night.
The full feeling made you want to suffocate, but at the same time you couldn’t help but cry out in blissful agony at the intrusion.
“Does it hurt?” Taehyung asked, looking at you for confirmation.
“No, it doesn’t hurt. Please, you can move,” you urged, bucking your hips back against him.
“Feels good?” he asked, reaching around you and rubbing your throbbing little clit a few times.
“So good,” you encouraged.
“Then make us feel even better Princess, move your hips-yes, oh fuck, like that,” he groaned as you swiveled your hips backwards and moaned into the sheets.
“Gods Taehyung,” you hiccuped, trying to keep yourself in check.
“Feels good doesn’t it Princess, my dick inside you feels good right? Want some more?” he asked, thrusting forward so hard he pushed your face into the beautiful satin fabric of his bed.
You turned your head and looked back, seeing his focused face and sweat pouring from his body.
Your heart clammed up in your chest. Had Taehyung always looked like this? So domineering and strong?
You brought your hands up and gripped a pillow tightly, wanting to scream at how good he was making you feel, but you couldn’t think of anything to say other than his name. So you blubbered his name and felt the tears streaking your face.
“Aw, Princess, are you crying? Is my cock that good that you’re crying over it? Pretty Princess, want more? Does your cunt want my cum?”
You almost choked at his statement. But you clenched around his length like a vice, Taehyung cried out in tandem with you. You both kept egging the other on, making the pleasure double, triple and so on.
But in the process you continued to fuck each other up even more.
“Tae-hnnn-hyung,” you moaned out as he plowed into you. Taehyung’s mind was on one track. To make the both of you cum.
“Fuck, Princess, I’m going to cum, your perfect pussy is going to make me fucking cum Jesus Christ, fuck!” he cried.
“Tae, me too, fuck me too!”
Your walls clamped down on him so tight he swore he wouldn’t be able to move an inch, but he did. Fucking you through your orgasm, Taehyung’s sweat poured down his face as he fell apart. Tears welled up in his vision as he came inside of you. You gasped, looking at the man above you. Tears fell from his cheeks and onto your neck as he shuddered.
“Taehyung-”
“No, just… Call me Tae,” he whispered. “I like it when you say it.”
“Tae,” you said breathlessly. “You’re crying.”
“I think I’m just overwhelmed,” he said, wiping his eyes.
“Do… Do you want me to comfort you?” you asked, blushing harder than you did when he was fucking your brains out.
“Comfort me?” he asked.
“My mother, when I was sick or injured badly, would comfort me. Do you want me to try it?”
You expected the same kind of coldness he’d exhibited before. Or you at least expected him to deny you. What you didn’t expect was for Taehyung to lay his head on your chest, wrapping his arms around you.
You also didn’t expect the soft voice that he used.
“Yes… please,” he said.
Without much more thought your hands went to his beautiful curly hair. It was getting longer. You found that you liked it this way, there was something to play with. You soothed your fingers over his scalp, rubbing and scratching in just a way that made his toes curl in pleasure.
Softly, you started singing the Ancient’s song. An old village tune that had found a place in your heart since you left home. Taehyung seemed soothed, his breathing had calmed down and you didn’t feel the wet warmth of his tears.
But you didn’t stop either.
You continued scratching and playing with his hair, humming the slow song under your breath as Taehyung fell into sleep. Slowly, somewhere along the lines, you fell asleep too. The nights light illuminating you two as you slept peacefully.
–
The next morning you awoke to find Taehyung looking out over the Kingdom. His shirt and pants were tied on loosely. You saw the bruise on his neck, no doubt from his father. You’d seen it last night and tried to be mindful of not touching it. But there wasn’t any fear in his frame today, he seemed… Awake in a sense.
“Good morning,” you croaked, rubbing the sleep from your eyes.
“Good morning, Princess,” he smiled, turning back to you.
His smile was a blinding thing. Boxy yet so charming at the same time. You wondered if he got it from his mother, because certainly his father didn’t have such charm. Perhaps it was a gift his mother left him. Something beautiful to remember her by.
“When did you wake?” you asked, raising a brow.
“Not too long ago,” he said, turning back towards the window.
“I see,” you answered, pulling your dressing gown on and heading towards the balcony.
The castle had several, but this one was by far the largest one you’d seen.
Taehyung came after you, walking towards you slowly as you leaned over the edge.
“Did you sleep well?” he asked, turning his head in your direction.
“I did, thank you. And yourself?” you questioned back.
“I slept fine. I’m a little sore though, I must confess. You did a number on me,” he said, rubbing his shoulders.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be rough with you,” you winced. Taehyung noticed immediately however, looking at your stance.
“I believe that should be my line, are you alright? I should’ve been a little gentler,” he sighed, rubbing his face.
“No, it was perfect, I enjoyed myself. We should do it again,” you chuckled at his shocked expression.
“Don’t worry, we’ll have to do it again. The Kingdom will need an heir eventually,” he said, looking down at the grass below.
“Let’s not worry about that now.’
The air blew through your dressing gown, making your knees knock together because of the cold.
Taehyung came over and wrapped his arms around you, making the chill leave momentarily. The heat in your cheeks came again and you adjusted yourself in his grasp. What’s with this reaction? It was just Taehyung…
Just… Taehyung.
“Are you cold? Should we go inside? Winter will be here before you know it. Probably best you don’t catch something.”
“I’m fine, Taehyung-”
“I told you last night, call me Tae,” he said, smiling lightly.
He said the nickname as if it pained him. But you did as he asked regardless.
“Tae, I’m alright,” you announced.
He nodded, but kept his grasp firm on you, not letting you go for a moment. You two stood there, basking in the morning light. Until a loud knocking came from the door.
“Your highness! The king is requesting an audience with you.”
“Tell him I’ll be there shortly,” Taehyung hollered back.
“Apologies, highness. We’re here to escort your bride.”
–
“Did you consummate the marriage with my son?” The King asked, looking at you like he was about to be sick.
“Yes, if it worries you that much,” you said blatantly.
“You will not speak to me in such a tone,” the King growled.
Remembering your deal with Taehyung, you bowed your head.
“Apologies Majesty. What is the reason for our meeting,” you asked, keeping your head down.
“Did fucking my son really give you manners? Or is there another matter at play here?”
“Majesty-”
“It matters not, what matters is your mother is withholding troops from me. You will tell her to give me these troops,” he said, as if it were the easiest thing in the world transporting Night Crawlers here into the Kingdom.
“My mother no longer controls them. They await my orders now,” you said.
“So you are the one withholding them from me?”
“No, Majesty. News of my marriage with the Crowned Prince will travel to my mother, and once she knows of our union, the warriors will await my command. Please, give it some time,” you said slowly.
“Insolent bitch!”
A sharp sting came to your face.
“Majesty!” Xavier said, coming to your side. “We only sent the bird for their union yesterday. Give it some time. She could be carrying the heir.”
This seemed to sober up the King, looking at your stomach with slight anger and frustration. “Fine, but if those troops aren’t mobilized by the next month, you and I will be having a different conversation,” he said with a sense of finality and walked out the door.
“Go, before he changes his mind,” Xavier said, ice coating his words.
You swallowed hard before turning and walking out of the room, not before you heard Xavier mutter to himself.
“All a part of the plan.”
–
“What did my father want to speak with you about?” Taehyung asked when you were brought back up to his quarters. He was dressed formally now. His back was facing you.
“He wondered why the soldiers weren’t here one day after our union,” you sighed, wincing as you rested your hand on your swollen cheek. Taehyung turned then, about to ask you another question when his face paled.
“W-What happened to your face?” he asked, coming forward to move your hand.
“Your father happened to my face,” you said plainly.
“What do you mean? He hit you?” Taehyung questioned, moving your hand away from your face so he could get a better look.
“And called me an insolent bitch, but words hardly matter at this point,” you sighed when Taehyung’s cool palm made contact with your flaming cheek.
“Maids! Get me some cold water, quickly please. And bring us up some tea,” he said, angling your face to get a better look at the damage.
“Taehy-Tae, it’s alright, it doesn’t hurt that bad,” you said, bringing his hand away from your jaw.
“I’m so sorry,” he whispered.
“What are you sorry about? You weren’t there, you couldn’t have done anything-”
“If I could just man up and let him stop pushing me around and-”
“Hey, stop.”
You took his hands in yours and looked him dead in the eye.
“Man, woman, dog-it doesn’t matter. No one deserves being treated the way you’ve been treated by your family member. It’s not about manning up, it’s not about being tough. It’s about knowing your worth, and knowing that you don’t deserve that kind of treatment.It’s hard when you’ve been bullied into thinking poorly about yourself for so long but, the fact of the matter is, you don’t deserve that. No one does. So, you can do something about it, or you don’t. It’s simple.”
Taehyung sighed. “If I challenge my father, he could question my right to the throne.”
“But the people, Taehyung, think of your Kingdom. Think of them, and how much they look up to you. You’re in good favor. Even if it may not seem like it. The people here, they respect you, they like you.”
“They’re mad I married a Night Crawler woman,” Taehyung sighed.
“Is the Jung threat-”
“Don’t, don’t ask questions you’re not ready to know the answer to.”
Taehyung’s voice turned cold as a winter’s night. It was as if you could feel the temperature drop in the room at his very words.
“And you know whether I’m ready or not?” you asked, raising a brow.
“Y/N, this is serious. This is something meant for the strategists and the King, not us. Not now-”
“Highness? We’ve brought some water for you and your wife,” a maid’s voice carried through the door.
“Yes, please come in,” Taehyung said, moving away to gather up the items brought in by the servants. A platter of tea and biscuits were placed in front of you, the aroma pleasing but not overpowering.
Taehyung brought the ice water over, setting the cloth inside of it slowly before wringing it out and approaching you. You stayed put, letting him tend to you. Gently, he placed the cloth on your cheek, watching your face for signs of pain.
All you felt was relief.
The heat from your swollen face diminished, and a heat of a different kind rose in your belly.
Taehyung’s tender side made you think of how he’d taken care of you last night as well. You bit your lip and looked at Taehyung’s features. Striking jaw line, beautiful eyes and a cute little mole on his face.
You brought your hand up to his wrist, gently locking your fingers around his arm.
“Tae,” you started.
“Yes, Y/N?”
“I-I want to have sex again.”
“Again? Already? Why?” he asked.
“I don’t know, I enjoyed myself last night and-well. I don’t bleed for another few days so why not?”
“I’m trying to be gentle with you, we’re not rabbits,” Taehyung chuckled. You pouted softly.
“Please, I want to, do you not want to? Because I don’t want to make you uncomfortable-”
“That’s most certainly not the case Y/N,” his voice was husky.
“Then why not?” you whined.
“Because, we have company,” Taehyung muttered, looking towards the door.
“That you do,” Jimin and Seokjin announced, walking inside your room.
“I think my wife has had plenty of meetings for one day,” Taehyung said, standing up to face the two men.
“Quite right, Prince Taehyung,” Jimin said. “That’s why we’re here for you.”
“Me?” Taehyung asked.
“Yes, you are to begin your training regimen once more,” Seokjin said firmly.
“Now?”
“Yes, you are to come with us to the courtyard. Princess Y/N is welcome to follow us,” Seokjin said, looking at you with a challenge in his eyes. “Perhaps she could even show us some of her techniques as a Night Crawler woman. We are meant to be fighting with them soon, perhaps we should see what one can do.”
“I don’t think she’s ready. She’s been out of practice, we wouldn’t want her hurting herself,” Jimin stated.
“Oh? Out of practice… Very well then, let me show you what I can do.”
