#blue blooded

“Only a prince would ruin such expensive clothing without remorse,” you muse, mostly to yourself. You’re glad that your closet is stocked well enough that so far you have not had to commission the palace seamstresses for any new dresses. Although, at this rate, you might have to see one of them soon. You’ve already had to sheepishly explain to Eunbi why there is an increasingly growing pile of ripped dresses in the corner of your closet.

Though you had meant your words teasingly, they still made Seokjin halt in his actions of working his mouth against your skin. “Oh my goodness, I didn’t even consider—” you know that he’s about to start rambling, so you roll your eyes and pull him down so you can shut him up with your lips.

“Worry about it later, love. For now, I think there’s a more pressing issue at hand,” you say with bite of your lip, before rolling your hips up into his. He lets out moan as his head tips back, reciprocating the motion as he grinds down into you, only your underwear providing a barrier between you two now. You guide his face so you can kiss him once more, while his hands fumble in attempt to remove your underwear from your body. All of sudden, though, you hear a ripping sound from below.

Damn it.

The next afternoon, while you and Seokjin take a break from your duties to walk through the palace gardens, you approach the subject, finding it easier to discuss now that you’re not in the heat of the moment.

“I understand your—ahem—excitement, Seokjin, but could you at least attempt to have at least some control? I think Eunbi is starting to get concerned with the way all my dresses seem to be ripped. I’ve had to explain that you can be a little,” heat rushes to your cheeks at the next word, “rough sometimes.” Immediately, Seokjin is apologizing, always wanting to be accommodating when his head is clear.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry! Do you want me to—”

“Hush,” you say as you put a finger to his plush lips. “I personally don’t mind you being rough,” you admit, biting your lip as you remember how he thrust into you last night, your body almost bent in half. You shake your head, bringing yourself back to the present moment. “However, all these ripped bodices might be a little…excessive.”

“Yes, yes, I understand.” Seokjin nods vigorously as he takes your hand that you had used to shush him, before pressing a kiss to your knuckles. “I really don’t mean to, it’s just sometimes I can’t help myself. You’re just too irresistible.” He uses the hand he is holding to pull you in, his arms wrapping around your waist while he pecks your cheek. Your heart flutters at his statement, your breath hitching in your throat.

“Seokjinnie…” your voice comes out almost breathless, having been taken away when he starts pressing kisses down your jawline, before moving to your neck. You’re lucky that the two of you are currently in a more secluded section of the garden, lest someone witness this rather intimate encounter. He pulls back so he can see your flushed face, and it seems like he’s about to kiss you again as his face grows closer and closer, his gaze flickering down to your lips, when suddenly the bells of the clock tower go off, signalling the end of the hour and also of your break. You both sigh as you break apart, reluctant to leave each other.

“I’ll see you tonight, princess.” Seokjin gives you one last peck on the lips before you go your separate ways, your presences needed in separate wings of the palace.

“I’ll miss you,” you say softly, even though you know that it won’t be very long until you see him once more. He chuckles in reply, his cheeks flushing pink.

“Goodbye, princess,” he singsongs, clearly amused at something. Your lips jut out, pouting slightly, while Seokjin dramatically blows you a kiss from the other side of the courtyard, the gesture causing you to giggle. The more playful side of Seokjin had started to emerge once his workload was alleviated, in part to you. And you don’t mind at all. However, despite the lighthearted tone your time with Seokjin ended on, you still feel a sense of heat, and frustration from having him so close.

That night results in yet another ripped bodice.

The king and queen (well, the queen mostly), had been planning this ball for the better part of a month, to welcome a rather important envoy of diplomats from a far off country. They spared no expense, from the decor, to the food, and of course, the clothing. You had told the queen that you’re fine with using a gown you already had, though admittedly that number is dwindling, but she insisted that you have a new one made for the occasion. After all, anything for the princess.

That is how you came to be wearing this deep, dare you say royal, blue gown, each seam hugging your curves perfectly. The material is such that the whole ensemble seems to sparkle, helped in part by the bejeweled neckline, which just so falls low enough to show off a tasteful amount of cleavage. Earlier, you had Eunbi help you into the gown, but now she’s left you alone as you touch up your makeup and put on some jewelry. You have one sapphire teardrop earring in when you hear the door creaking open behind you. You expect to see Eunbi reflected in the dresser mirror but instead you’re met with the sight of your husband.

“Are you ready—wow.” You can see Seokjin’s stunned expression reflected in the mirror, and you can’t help but giggle to yourself while you finish putting in the remaining earring. Once you have it in, you spin around to face Seokjin, leaning back slightly against the dresser.

“Like what you see, your Highness?” You bite your lip, finally taking in your husband’s own outfit for the night. His broad shoulders wonderfully fill out the military style jacket he wears, but what’s more intriguing is the expression he wears, his eyes starting to darken as he takes in your form.

“Yes, very much so.” He sends you a smirk as he steps in closer to you, pulling you in by your waist so he can press a short kiss to your lips.

“Well, I’m sorry to disappoint, but hands off.” You grab his hands when they start to wander too low on your back, bringing them in between the two of you. “We have company tonight. Besides, I just got this dress.” Intertwining your fingers in his, you look up at him through your eyelashes, knowing he can’t say no to you. “Your mother went through so much trouble to have this made.” With the mention of his mother, any chance of intimacy in this moment is broken, as well as the reminder that the two of you are dressed up like this for a reason.

“Yes, yes, I understand. We can’t keep the guests waiting.” Seokjin’s smile is tight, obviously hiding frustration behind it as he offers his arm for you to take. Wrapping a hand around his offered arm, you sidle up next to him.

“Lead the way, my prince.”

Watching you and not being able to touch you like he wants to is torture for Seokjin, but during such an event, and with his upbringing, he knows he must stay within his boundaries. But it’s so hard to do when you just look so radiant tonight, and it’s even harder when he sees a few of the diplomats take a liking to you. They, of course, know that you are spoken for, and by one of the most powerful men in the room, but that doesn’t stop a few of the gentlemen from asking you to dance.

Seokjin stuffs yet another carefully frosted pastry between his lips while he watches you glide across the ballroom floor, the skirt of the gorgeous gown fanning out around you, the material catching light and shimmering as you moved. He is aware of how undignified he must look at this moment, with crumbs all over his mouth, but he knows no one will comment, as he is, well, the prince. It’s not that he’s jealous, or being possessive, but he longs to able to touch you, to have you to himself, instead of being bound to entertain the myriad amount of guests filling up the ballroom.

He himself has kept himself busy chatting with this duke or that count, listening and nodding at the words of a few court members, and even talking with his own mother.

“She looks stunning, doesn’t she?” His mother asks him with a knowing smile.

“She always does,” Seokjin says with a wistful sigh, his gaze following you as you curtsy to yet another gentleman asking you to dance. The baron’s son, it looks like? The queen chuckles as she watches her son.

“You’re so obvious, Seokjin.” The queen chuckles even more when her words visibly fluster  her son. “If you want to dance with her, just ask. After all, it is you she is married to.” With that, the queen leaves Seokjin, going over to talk a duchess about who knows what, Seokjin doesn’t care. He only cares about how the current song is coming to a close and that he now has an opening. He quickly makes his way through the crowd on the ballroom, probably startling a few people with the urgency with which he walks, but he doesn’t care as long as he makes it to you before a young viscount can, or yet another one of the foreign diplomats.

“Princess.” He taps on your shoulder, and you spin around to face him. The sight leaves his words caught in his throat, even though he saw you earlier, and has been watching you all night.

“Yes, your Highness?” You ask with a tilt of your head, a teasing smile playing on the edge of your lips, before curtsying. The movement reminds him of where he is, and he quickly bows to you before holding out his hand.

“Can I—Would you like to dance?”

“I’d be delighted.” You grin while taking his outstretched hand, your opposite hand settling on his shoulder. His own large hand settles on the small of your back, a standard gesture to anyone watching, but they wouldn’t be able to tell how tightly he’s gripping you, although relaxes his hold after a second. You both wait for a swell in the music to start moving, falling into a familiar set of often repeated footwork. You can feel all eyes on you, the prince and the princess together.

Aware of the attention on you, you slightly alter your movements so that the two of you are traveling across the ballroom floor, rather than staying static. You visibly relax once you reach a more secluded area of the dance floor, though you know people may still be watching. You keep your hand on Seokjin’s shoulder, using it slightly as leverage as you lean up to whisper in his ear.

“Why the formalities, Seokjin? You see me all the time.” Seokjin is formulating a proper response in his mind but your next words stop him. “…And in less.” At this, Seokjin has to take a few steadying breaths to calm himself.

“Remember where we are, princess.” He chastises through clenched teeth, though there’s little actual bite in his words. You let out a giggle at his frustration.

“I’ll give you something to remember. I’m not wearing any undergarments.” In the few beats that it takes for Seokjin to register your words, the song has the audacity to end, and then you’re scurrying off to gossip with the countess’s daughters while Seokjin has the urge to scream, right there in the middle of the ballroom.

“You. Are. Insufferable.” Seokjin manages to gasp out between kisses, finally able to let himself go once the door to your bedroom is locked. The rest of the night was torture. He wasn’t even able to stay until the end, slipping out a little earlier than what would be considered polite. Luckily, you had the same notion, knowing that your earlier comment would have this effect on him, and soon you were grabbing his hand and leading him back to your bedchambers.

“I love you, too.” You chuckle to yourself, but are startled slightly when Seokjin pulls back from you.

“I will never get tired of hearing that.” With that, he is swooping in to seal your lips with his once more, almost immediately licking into your mouth, his tongue tangling against your own. His mouth never leaves yours as he walks you backwards towards the bed, messily shrugging off his jacket while beginning to undo the first few buttons of his shirt.

Your own hands make swift work of his pants, the fabric pooling around his ankles once you yank them low enough. Both of you stop moving for a moment so he can kick the garment away. Your hand immediately comes up to cup him through his underwear, and you let out a moan when you feel just how hard he is already.

By now, you’ve reached the edge of the bed, but Seokjin doesn’t immediately push you down on it. He lets out a sigh as his lips disconnect from yours, turning you around so he can confront the complex lacing on the back of your gown. He fumbles with it for a few moments, only managing to loosen it the tiniest bit. You tense when you start to feel his frustration, quickly spinning back around to face him.

“Don’t you dare, Kim Seokjin.”

“I wasn’t going to!” He holds up his hands, trying to claim innocence. “I’m just…frustrated, love.” He pouts with those plump lips of his, and you can’t resist from leaning up to steal a kiss from them.

“…I have an idea.” Without giving him time to respond, you climb up on the mattress of the bed, hiking your dress up over your hips to reveal what you had hinted at him earlier. Your lower half, as promised, is completely devoid of any sort of covering, and though you had told him of this before, it wasn’t enough to prepare Seokjin of the sight of you wet, pink slit, already glistening with arousal for him.

You let your upper half fall forward onto the mattress, your ass outstretched for Seokjin to take while you situate the fabric of your gown so that it keeps your lower half exposed without you having to continually hold onto it.

“I don’t need to be naked for you to fuck me, your Highness.” You bite your lip and wait, knowing your words riled him up. You hear the rustling of fabric as he finally discards his shirt and his underwear, and you feel the mattress slightly shift under you as he climbs onto the bed, situating himself behind you.

“You’re already so wet for me, and I’ve barely even touched you.” You feel him tracing the seam of your arousal with his finger, his touch light. Letting out a low whine, you push your hips back towards him, drawing out a chuckle from him as he finally slips a finger into you. “You’re so impatient. You couldn’t even keep your panties on.” Seokjin’s voice drops an octave and a half as he adds another finger, pumping them into you at pace much too slow for your liking.

“Jin…” His name leaves your lips at barely above a whisper as you begin to push yourself back harder on his fingers, letting out a yelp when you feel him slip in one more digit. “Ah!” You let out a whimper when Seokjin withdraws his fingers from you, using the wetness to lubricate his hard length, starting to rub the tip over your slit.

“So tight…” You hear him mutter under his breath as he pushes the head of his dick into you. He lets out a long exhale as he pushes the rest of himself into you, finally feeling relief from the frustration he’s felt all night. He stays there a moment, letting you adjust to having him inside, his hands gripping at your hips. “You feel so good,” he says with a grunt, starting to push himself in and out your wet hole. At a particularly sharp thrust, you reflexively push back on him, letting out a mewl.

Your walls tighten around him, the sensation causing Jin to throw his head back and grip the flesh of your hips tighter, starting to thrust into you at a faster rate. Soon, he’s pounding into you relentlessly, the sloppy sounds of skin against skin filling the room, accompanied by noises of the bed starting to creak.

“J-Jin.” You bury your face into the pillows in front of you, letting your husband take you from behind as he pleases, his erection repeatedly entering you, filling you up deliciously. “Mmmmm, Jin.” You let out a moan, the sound thankfully muffled by the pillows, lest you alert the whole palace of your activities.

“You tight cunt feels so good around me.” Seokjin’s words coax yet another moan from you, this one louder than the last. The man hardly ever gets crass, even with you, and you know you must have worked him up quite a bit to awaken this side of him. “I don’t think I can last much longer.”

“Please. Cum, cum in me.” You yourself aren’t too far off, but the fabric of the gown prevents you from simply reaching between your legs for your clit. You whimper, settling just to push your hips back harder against Seokjin, but your husband takes note of your actions, letting a hand wander between your legs so he can massage your clit.

“Not before you—oh.” The last syllable comes out rather strangled as he feels your walls clench around him, signalling your climax. “Oh—oh my god.” A breathy moan escapes from Seokjin’s plump lips as he tenses up, his release shooting up into you, filling you with warmth. He humps into you a few more times to ride out his orgasm, before pulling out of you, just the slightest bit of his cum trickling out of your core.

Meanwhile, you slump forward on the bed, your knees finally giving out as your figure lies completely flat on the mattress. “W-wow,” you muse softly, mostly to yourself. Seokjin chuckles at your reaction until he notices more of his cum seeping out of you, steadily making its way down your skin…and towards the fabric of your dress.

“Shit.” He rushes as fast as he can to fetch towel from the washroom, wetting it slightly in the basin, before rushing back to bed, almost jumping on the mattress.

“Jin?” You say groggily, looking back to see him cleaning up his release between your legs.

“…I didn’t want it to get on your dress.” His words bring a smile to your face.

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