#jinheung

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.