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lemon-boy-stan · 4 years ago

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revolt with romance - king jinheung x reader

so, lol. guess who started watching kdrama? this is probably gonna flop but idk lol. genre: smut. warnings: swearing, title kink, oral (f. receiving), over stimulation, double orgasm, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it, kids)

Jinheung’s mother was ambitious but you had no idea what you had gotten yourself into. Sure, you got extra privileges other people didn’t, but surely you didn’t have to be cooped up inside the inn almost twenty-four-seven.

You knew that Jin hated it. Being hidden. Unable to do anything. As did you, equally so.

You didn’t know which you loathed more - being stuck in the same place every day, scared you might get killed in your sleep, or his mother - who you’d agreed to keep your mouth shut about, Jinheung had said not to poke the snake too much or she might explode (by ‘explode’, he meant ‘seperate the two of you by all means necessary’ because Ji Soo liked to wreak emotional damage).

Being together was already pressing the woman’s buttons. She didn’t want people knowing her son existed. So she gave him a choice; “you can either be silent the rest of your life or be silent with that stupid girl to entertain you,” and without breaking any of the Queen’s limbs Jinheung agreed, only with your consent.

The two of you were close, if people looked they would be able to tell (of course, no-one knew who you were enough to care to catch so much as a silhouette) that you and the king had been together for a very long time.

It was somewhere close to midnight and the game of chess was getting boring, you threw your head up and groaned loudly, one of your best pieces had just been killed, making Jinheung chuckle softly and you glare at him in response.

The rest of the inn would definitely be asleep by now; not even its keeper was awake. The servants were asleep as well (but it wasn’t like they went in your room, that was off-limits.) and the room itself was uncomfortably quiet as the moon shone through the windows.

“Is she even going to let us get properly married?” Jinheung hissed, taking another of your pieces off the board. You shrugged, your mind wasn’t really on that right now. You were more focused on the apparent assassin who’d been sent to kill the both of you.

"And I've heard the rumors. Do you know what they call us? Do you know what they call the man and his woman from Otka?" He used a dangerous tone.

“We just need time, Jin.” you said quietly, bringing a smile on your face so you might have a chance at lightening the mood. Alas, your masterful attempt ended with disaster; Jinheung merely rolled his eyes, "it's disgraceful. If they knew... if they knew who they called ghost slut and faceless bastard..."

"So, let's use our names," you say suddenly, changing your mind, determined to keep Jinheung in a good mood, Jin frowns, his beautiful sharp eyebrows furrowing as he ponders the vices and virtues of your statement.

He opens his mouth, most likely to shut the conversation down and shake his head, but you cut him off, eager to win him over.

You're both adults, and not too far off from your seats on the throne. You both know how to use a sword and how to defend yourselves.

"It would be a bit strange, wouldn't it?" You began with a soft smile, "if the capital finally learnt who the king was but the queen killed his soon-to-be queen not fairly after?"

Jinheung curls his lip -if there was one thing he loved about you so much he wouldn't trade for the world it would be how bold you were; you weren't officially married yet.

Did twenty-six years not show you what love truly was?

Jinheung's mind hissed the words at himself. Jinheung sighed and you let out a half-hearted sigh; he frowned, this was not the reaction he wanted.

"But it's fine. I was just -" Jinheung moves the board and table it was on in one swift move, the pieces cluttering to the side silently.

Then he lunges forwards, groaning softly, black hair tickling against your skin; and soon his lips are on yours....

"Lin Y/N," Jinheung's voice makes you throw your head up in pleasure, "You're beautiful. Prettier than the stars, moon, and sun combined, more ephiphanic than every flower in all of Silla, yet stronger than fire from a bon, and your skin -"

"Jinheung," you hiss loudly, "hurry up." He smiles again, this time properly, to both sides, a smile you haven't seen in a long time.

"You weren't going to let me finish my speech?" Jinheung smirks, his sharp eyes getting darker, "you're quite -" he looks for the right words, "daring." And finally finds it. "But," he strokes your skin softly with his hand, "you'll soon learn," and slides your robe off carefully, making you moan at the cold touch of the air, "the consequences," another brush of his fingers, "of interrupting," he places a kiss on your stomach, "my speech." And smiles again.

"You insufferable bas -" you begin. However, due to Jinheung's tongue making its way down to your clit you interrupt yourself with a moan, "Jinheung," the way you say his name is so satisfactory that he keeps going even though his original intent was to reprimand you, but so what? Anything to annoy the Queen would suffice as satisfactory. "Jinh -" he interrupts you with a finger pressed on your lips and you throw your head back again, moaning quietly.

"Our children," he starts, leaning back down to admire the view of your cold skin, "will have truer bones," bends his head down, "than the snake herself," and dives his tongue inside you. "So true," he whispers, "that their names will be in the next book of Tae Te Ching,"

You nod wanton, tangling his black locks with your fingers, his tongue playing with your clit, teeth tugging and pulling on all your soft spots. "You're a pretty girl, Lin Y/N," he whispers, "and a sly minx. Show the world," he breathed in a soft husky voice, his tongue vibrating against your skin, "tell them. Tell them who you belong to, who their nameless king really is..."

Jinheung spreads your legs and rolls his tongue, making you breathe sharply, even pant, he knows exactly how to wrap you around his finger.

"My king..." the phrase is much louder than you intend and Jinheung smiles again, "Jinheung... please..." he breathes on your skin and you gasp loudly.

"Tell me," he whispers, "who am I, my precious flower? Shout my name and my title to the world, sigya."

"Jinheung!" You cry his name out; Jinheung's gone and bitten your clit while hooking two fingers in your spot. "My king..." You're breathless as you moan, "my king, Jinheung. Jinheung. Please, I need you..."

"How much do you need me?" He smirks, face still buried in you, hair still in your weak grasp, "how much do you need your king, Jigya? Revolt. Revolt with romance, Lin Y/N."

"Bastardly pervert," you hiss fondly, to which he replies with the shake of his head and a tingle that goes all the way up to your stomach, "no," shaking his head, you frown, "no?" Another shake, "no."

A few seconds of silence reigns, tension building, "your bastardly pervert," he's smirking now, you moan softly, "and your king." Jinheung has taken his clothes off and even though you've seen him naked many timed he's even more beautiful.

"And you," he strokes your clit before parting with the wetness even though cum is dripping from your thighs, instead, Jinheung lines himself up with your body; he's now hovering over you.... "You, Lin Y/N, are my queen." And without warning, Jinheung slides inside you.

Now you scream, you cry out in pain and pleasure although he's not sure which is which so he sushes you but praises you at the same time; "My king, Jinheung! Jinheung!"

Now both of you are moaning and breathless as Jinheung goes faster, thrusting, palms pressing against the floor, kissing you into moans every time he goes down. "Y/N..." he's only out of breath an hour later and by now you're sure that everyone in Silla has not only woken but lost their purity as well; there was no point in covering a child's ears.

There was no doubt that Jinheung was huge, sometimes he hurt but tonight he didn't. “Jinheung...” you moaned his name as he groaned yours, “Y/N...” his breathing was heavy, and his thrusting became sloppy, he grunted your name as you screamed, you came a second time.... Jinheung spilled into you, breathless.

“I love you, Y/N...” he breathed lazily, going down one last time to place a kiss on your forehead before finally collapsing, it would be a while until you would clean up but you didn’t care, “I love you, too, my king,” you whispered, Jinheung gave you a look, “I love you, too, Jinheung,” you corrected yourself with a sly smile.

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whispersatdawn · 7 years ago

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Light in Darkness

Pairing: Sam Maek Jong (Park Hyung Sik) X Reader

Genre: angst, slight fluff

Word Count: 3,231

Request: So I saw that you were taking Hwarang requests so I decided to drop by. How about a Sam Meok Jong one where you're ordered to assassinate him or something but you actually like/love him so you're stuck between a rock and a hard place. Angsty with maybe a sprinkle of fluff? - anonymous

You sat still in the middle of the room. The room was dark, and the only thing that helped your vision was the few candles lit around. In front of you was your uncle, True Bone and traitor to the Royal Family. When your father - your uncle’s blood brother - died, your uncle took you in as if you were his own daughter and trained you to be an assassin with hopes of rebelling against the Royal Family. Everything went according to his plans so far, and his time of rebellion was approaching fast. “There will soon be a new ruler of Silla, my niece, and after I get what I want, you will also have whatever you desire,” your uncle told you, a devious smile on his wrinkled face. “How has it been in the castle these days?”

“Queen Jiso is still on the throne, but I have word that she is planning to reveal the hidden King and abdicate the throne to him soon. Several palace guards and Hwarangs have left to Baekje which gives us an upper hand.”

Your uncle stroked his beard, humming, taking in your words. “When do you think you’ll be able to take out your order?”

“King Jinheung has a bodyguard with him always close by, but I will find a way for him to be occupied on a night when the King is asleep.”

“Will you need some of the others to infiltrate the castle and assist you in carrying out your orders?”

You shook your head firmly. “No, Uncle. I am capable of taking out the King myself. Bringing in any of the others will can make things more difficult.”

“Is that so?” Your uncle replied. “And you do know the consequences if you fail to carry out the order and kill the King?”

“Yes, Uncle,” you confirmed, with a nod of your head. “If I get caught by the King, I will suffer with the punishment the Royal Family decides to carry out, most likely death. You will not bother to save me in order to risk them finding your plans. If I fail and make it back here, you will kill me yourself.”

“I adore you, my niece, but this is what we’ve been waiting for. Do not dare to disappoint me.”

“Yes, Uncle.”

You returned to the castle without anyone noticing that night and pretended as if you never left when morning came. Hiding your black assassin clothing deep in your closet, you changed into a pretty pink traditional dress that made you look even more innocent in one’s eyes. “Has the King woken?” you asked a maiden that was walking in your direction.

“Yes, Miss (Y/N). He was last seen in his study room with the private instructor,” the maiden answered.

“Thank you,” you said to her before changing your direction from the throne room to the King’s study.

With quiet steps, you walked towards the door that was slightly ajar. You peeked in and found him sitting in the middle of room, practicing calligraphy. You smiled, watching him. Never have you seen a man so handsome as him. His features were striking from his hypnotizing eyes to his blinding smile. When he spoke, his voice sounded like music to your ears.

You felt sorry for almost all the maidens. Because he was hidden, no one knew what he looked like. At the same time, you were lucky that you were one of the few who have seen his face, and you didn’t anyone else to have the pleasure of seeing him like you. As you tried to lean in to get a closer look at His Highness, the door suddenly flew open, knocking you back on your bottom.

“Ow!” you yelled from the impact and rubbed the part that hurt.

“Seems like we have a little spy, Your Highness,” you heard a gruff voice on top of you say.

When you looked up, you found the King’s bodyguard Pa Oh wagging his finger at you and clicking his tongue. Your face flushed, and you let out a nervous laugh. “I just wanted to greet Sam Maek Jong this morning. Also, good morning to you, Pa Oh.”

“Is that (Y/N), Pa Oh?” Sam Maek Jong asked from inside the room. The private instructor then walked out, leaving. “Let her in, Pa Oh.”

Pa Oh reached his hand out, and you held it so that he could pull you up to your feet. As you walked into the King’s study room, you hoped that your heart would calm down from the sight of him. He smiled when he saw you. “Good morning, (Y/N). What brings you here so early?”

“I should have a reason, shouldn’t I?” you replied with laughter. “I actually just wanted to see you, Your Highness. If you have some time to spare, would you like to walk around the palace with me?”

“He can’t,” Pa Oh answered from behind you. “His Highness has been busy preparing for his inauguration for the throne.”

“I can speak for myself, Pa Oh,” the king said while looking at you, smiling.

“Yeah, but if you did, you’d accompany her in a heartbeat,” Pa Oh muttered under his breath.

Though Sam Maek Jong heard his personal bodyguard, he decided to let the comment go. “Sorry, (Y/N). It will get harder for anyone to come see me now that my mother will soon give up the throne. In addition, Pa Oh is just frustrated since he has to leave the palace tomorrow for a few days.”

“Your Highness,” Pa Oh said sternly.

The king’s bodyguard won’t be by the king’s side for a few days?

“I have to aid some relatives of mine, but I insisted to stay with the king,” Pa Oh said worriedly. “In about a week, King Jinheung will take the throne which means he has to be very careful until then. How can I just leave him alone when there are people out there trying to stop him?”

“I’ll just stay in the castle. There’s nowhere else for me to roam off to,” Sam Maek Jong responded.

“For a king, anywhere can be dangerous. Even his own palace.”

You were supposed to feel relieved. Knowing that the king will practically be defenseless will make it easier for you to carry out your orders, but a part of you felt sick to the stomach. Since you have a chance to take out the king, there shouldn’t be an excuse for you not to assassinate him. You have to do it. If your uncle finds out about your feelings for the king and sees that you decide to let him live, you’ll be the one who’ll pay.

“Are you feeling unwell, (Y/N)?” Sam Maek Jong asked, his brows furrowing, when he saw you spacing out and fiddling with your fingers.

Hearing his voice, you snapped out of your daze. “Huh? I am fine, Your Highness. I actually have to get going. I promised one of the maidens to help with the laundry, but I almost forgot. She’ll have a fit.”

Sam Maek Jong chuckled. “You are quite a silly girl.”

You nervously laughed and stood up, but while you got back on your feet, the king stopped you. “Wait, before you go, (Y/N), I would like a word with you. Pa Oh, please step outside for a moment.”

Pa Oh bowed and hurried to step out, leaving only you and Sam Maek Jong alone. Your heart beat faster. What did he want to speak to you alone for?

“Please sit back down,” the king told you, and you obliged.

You sit across the handsome king. Only a small table separated the both of you. Sam Maek Jong moved one of his hands forward and opened it. You looked at him curiously, but when he nudges his head to his hand, you slowly placed one of your hands on top of him.

His big hand embraced your small, soft ones. Your cheeks flushed a little pink from his movement. “(Y/N),” he said softly, like a sweet spring day.

“Yes, Your Highness?”

“I was thinking of waiting a little while to tell you, but I don’t think I can anymore. It’ll be hard for us to meet until I officially become king, but even after that, I have so many duties to take care of, especially taking care of the people. I think it would be best if you knew my heart now. (Y/N).”

“Yes?” you said again, voice even lower this time. You didn’t how you were supposed to react in front of him.

“No other maiden has ever caught my eye, but ever since you set foot into the castle, I keep on trying to find my way to you. You’re a beautiful, bright woman... and it would really make me happy if you were my woman.”

Was he confessing? King Jinheung of the kingdom of Silla was confessing his feelings for you. The man you grew affection for reciprocated your feelings. The very person you were ordered to kill. You felt like something was lodged in your throat, making it impossible to respond. He had no idea what kind of person you were, and you were scared.

“You’re surprised, aren’t you?” Sam Maek Jong chuckled, oblivious to the situation. “You don’t have to say anything, but I still want to know if you feel the same way about me. A nod would be just fine.”

You slowly nodded your head.

Sam Maek Jong lightly squeezed your hand before letting go. He had a big smile on his face, satisfied with your answer. “I’ll come see you before night falls. You should go ahead, or the other maiden will really throw a fit.”

“I...I’ll be going, Your Highness.”

That night was the most recent time you saw the king. Following that very night and a few more days afterwards, you were determined. You were going to go through it. Looking at yourself in the mirror in your all-black outfit, you knew there was no going back.

Most of the palace were asleep already, minus some of the palace guards watching for trespassers. Your uncle had raised and trained you ever since your parents died. He prepared you for this and told you that it was going to be the greatest achievement of your life. Your uncle would be proud.

Could you really do it? Three days after the king’s confession, you found it so difficult to face him, scared that he would be able to see right through you. You might as well be dead if he found out about your secret. “You need to do this, (Y/N),” you whispered to yourself as you grabbed your sword out of the closet. Pulling up your mask over your mouth, you looked outside to see if anyone was wandering around the area before stealthily making it to the room that belonged to the future leader of Silla.

Quiet as a mouse, you entered the dark room. It took your eyes a minute to adjust to the lack of light. Your footsteps could barely be heard. The only noise was the king’s breathing. He laid in the middle of the room, sleeping soundly. Step by step, you closed the distance between the two of you. When you were able to see Sam Maek Jong’s face, your chest tightened.

“I sometimes wished I was born as someone else...” You remembered him telling you that one day.

“Why? What makes you say that, Your Highness?”

“I’m a coward, and a coward like me will never be able to bear the weight of the crown. All my life, I had to watch my own back. Other than Pa Oh, I can’t trust a single human being. Not the True Bones. Not the servants. Not even my own mother, the queen. I don’t have anyone to lean on because everyone is out to get me. They’d rather have me dead.”

You remembered how you remained silent after he said that. Then, when he called your name, you could barely face him. The guilt was eating you alive.

“But I can trust you, right (Y/N)? I want to trust you.”

Guilt. Even now it continued to eat you. The man in front of you wanted your loyalty. He didn’t have anyone else’s, and you were about to turn on him, too. Reaching behind you, you reached for your sword and wielded the weapon.

Trembling, you tried to hold onto the sword. Before you knew it, your eyes started to become blurry. For what reason did you need to assassinate a member of the Royal Family? It was an order from your uncle, but why did he have to involve King Jinheung? He was shoving his long hatred and vengeance on the Royal Family over to you, making you do his dirty work.

Your own reflection appeared on your sword, and you changed your mind. You didn’t have the heart to do it. You loved the king too much to take his life. “You insolent girl.” You knew that’s what your uncle would say before he killed you and take matters into his own hands. You would have to come to terms with that.

Death. You were prepared to greet it. That was the sacrifice you were willing to make. Then, the king would never find out.

“I’m so sorry,” you whispered to him before you began to back away. You turned around, attempting to leave before someone found you in the king’s room. Before you reached for the door, you heard the sound of sword slashing in the air, and a blade just inches from your throat, scaring you into dropping you own sword. You didn’t dare move.

“How dare you come into my room?” he hissed in a low voice. You’ve never heard him speak this coldly to anyone. “Who sent you? Tell me before I slit your throat.”

You glanced down at your sword. If you could push him back and reach your sword fast enough, you could fight him off to get away before he figured your identity. No. You already underestimated him once. If you moved, it was over. Your mind raced as you thought of a way to escape.

Maybe you would risk that chance. You were dead either way. “Ugh!” you grunted as you quickly pushed Sam Maek Jong, sending him stumbling backwards. At lightning speed, you scooped up your sword. Both of your weapons went up against each other, but still shaken up, you barely found any strength to fight back. Your sword was knocked out of your hands, and you were backed up against the door.

Sam Maek Jong held the sword against your neck once more. Now that you were facing him, you saw the rage in his eyes. “I will not say it again. Tell me who sent you,” he threatened with his teeth gritted.

With his free hand, he started to reach for your mask. “Stop-” Before you could finish, your face cover was yanked off.

Your couldn’t tell if your heart was working anymore. Probably because it had shattered in a million pieces. You’ve experienced it before: anger and betrayal. Those were the emotions your uncle always wore. That was what his people wore all the time. You know what it looked like. But seeing it on the king’s face along with confusion, and knowing you were responsible for it, you wanted nothing more than for him to strike you. You deserved it.

“(Y-Y/N)...” he managed to say while stuttering. His eyes were red, and you were your’s matched. Tears fell down your cheeks. “W-What are you... W-Were you trying to...”

“I...” There were no excuses to give.

“Tell me, (Y/N)!” his voice raised. Angry. Desperate. “Tell me this isn’t true! You walked into my room by mistake, right?! There’s no way. I refuse to believe this. Why would you do this?!”

“I was given an order,” you replied, voice shaking. “You can’t be king. That throne belongs to my uncle. It’s time for the Royal Family to step aside and stop interfering with the real owner of the throne. It is correct. I was sent here as an assassin to watch you and take action when it was time.”

“No...” The king removed the sword from you, and it clattered on the ground.

“What are you doing?!” you shouted as you glared at him. “Pick up the sword! I have rebelled against the king. I don’t deserve to live. I will take my consequence whatever it may be. If you let me go now, my own uncle will throw me away anyway, so pick up the sword!”

“Your own uncle will throw you away?” Sam Maek Jong repeated.

“That’s right! I’ve failed my mission. You think he’s going to give me a chance to live? Well, not a chance.”

“I’m not going to kill you.”

“What?”

“I love you, (Y/N). I stand by what I said about my feelings for you, and I know you feel the same way. Your uncle put you up to this, but you’re nothing like him. You don’t have to be like him, (Y/N). I know you want to be a good person. (Y/N), you are a good person. You don’t have to do this.”

“How are you so sure I haven’t been messing with your heart this whole time, and I have pretended to have feelings for you?” you asked in anguish. You felt sorry for him. A king, his world so cruel, and he was so pure.

“Because...” he replied, smiling sadly. “You could kill me right now. What’s stopping you? I don’t have a sword in my hand.” He raised his hands, showing his defenselessness.

You were going to choke on your own tears. The king bravely made his way towards you. He cupped his hand over your cheek and leaned in.close to you. When his lips touched you, you could taste the salt from his tears. Or were they your own? He kissed you and kissed you, and your whole body felt weak. You wanted to slump against him when he pulled away.

He then reached down, and fear spiked you when Sam Maek Jong slowly reached for your sword and placed it in your quivering hand. He stepped back until he was right in front of the tip of the blade. “It’s okay...” Sam Maek Jong assured you, the melancholy smile still on his face. “Finish your mission and go before the guards catch you.”

“No...” you cried. “I don’t want to.”

A cold assassin? The king was right. You were built to be that person, but that was never you. You were a weak young girl who missed her parents and just wanted someone to please.

You slid down to the wooden floor and placed your clean weapon on the floor. You continued to sob. Sam Maek Jong knelt down next to you and pulled you into his arms as you wept. “It’s okay,” he said again, holding you tight like he wanted to protect you from the rest of the world. “You’re going to be okay.”

“M-My uncle-”

“We’ll figure it out. I’ll keep you safe. If he wants to deal with me, I’m going to face him. I won’t be a coward anymore. I won’t let him get to you.”

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