BTS Oneshots(Long Chapters Ahead) Smut Warning

His desire

Crimson silk curtains billowed around the opulent bedchamber, barely containing the symphony of passion erupting within. Inside, Taehyung, the last wife and crowned Empress of Korea, lay sprawled across the plush cushions, his pregnant belly straining against the silken fabric. His eyes, shimmering with desire, fixated on the ornately carved doors leading to the throne room.

"Jungkook," he called out, his voice a husky murmur that would send shivers down any spine. "Harder, my love. Faster! They won't hear a thing over the droning of the elders."

Across the palace walls, in the throne room, a different kind of tension simmered. Emperor Jungkook, a man sculpted from granite and desire, sat at the head of the table, his brow furrowed as he listened to the droning of the elders. However, his focus kept flickering towards the ornately carved doors, his mind a battleground between duty and longing.

"My apologies, esteemed elders," he finally blurted, startling those present. "Nature calls. I'll be back shortly."

The elders exchanged startled glances, but the knowing smile on Queen Mother Mahima's lips spoke volumes.

Back in the bedchamber, Taehyung's moans grew louder, punctuated by frustrated cries. "Faster, Jungkook! Take me now!"

The doors slammed open, revealing a bare-chested Jungkook, his eyes burning with raw desire. He wasted no time, his touch both fierce and tender as he ignited a fire within Taehyung.

"This is for you, my love," Jungkook growled, thrusting into Taehyung with a force that sent shivers down his spine.

The chamber erupted in a cacophony of sounds – skin slapping against skin, Taehyung's moans echoing with raw pleasure, and Jungkook's guttural responses. The other consorts, gathered for the meeting, exchanged disgusted glances, their whispers laced with envy and malice.

"He doesn't even care about us! Does Taehyung even realize there are others here?" hissed Consort Jaewon, her face twisted in anger.

Taehyung, lost in the throes of passion, screamed back, "He belongs to me! Only me! No one else!"

Jungkook, mirroring his sentiment, roared obscenities back, their vulgarities echoing through the palace walls. The elders, though surprised by the outburst, couldn't help but smile at the raw, untamed love between the Emperor and his Empress.

The climax arrived in a storm of moans and gasps. Taehyung, still panting, clung to Jungkook, begging for more in a voice thick with passion. Jungkook, ever the devoted husband, happily granted his wish.

Queen Mother Mahima observed the scene with amusement, her eyes twinkling. She had always favored Taehyung, his vivacious personality and fierce loyalty a breath of fresh air in the often-stagnant court. 

Meanwhile, the consorts seethed. Their carefully cultivated plans to gain the Emperor's favor lay shattered in the face of Taehyung's unbridled sexuality and Jungkook's blatant favoritism.

The doors creaked open again, revealing a disheveled but triumphant Taehyung. His eyes, glazed with love and desire, locked with his best friend, Jimin, the Chief Advisor's wife. A knowing smile flashed between them, a silent acknowledgment of their shared love for passion and their husbands' devotion.

Jungkook, shirtless and radiating a satisfied possessiveness, emerged moments later. The elders, used to the unconventional ways of their Emperor and Empress, simply cleared their throats and resumed the meeting.

As the court gawked at Jungkook's bare chest, Taehyung walked in, his gaze sweeping over the jealous consorts. He stopped in front of Consort Jaewon, his ruby lips curved into a smug smile.

"Remember, my dear," he purred, his voice dripping with a honeyed threat, "Jeon Jungkook is mine. His body, his heart, and yes, even his…member. All mine."

Consort Ji Woo, the oldest and most respected consort, finally snapped. "This is outrageous! We are the Emperor's wives! You cannot treat us with such disrespect!"

Queen Mother Mahima, her eyes flashing with icy disdain, intervened. "And who decides that, Consort Ji Woo? Tradition? A dusty old book that hasn't kept pace with the times? The Emperor loves Taehyung, and that's all that matters."

The court erupted in whispers as Queen Mother Mahima, the undisputed power behind the throne, publicly disgraced the senior consort.

Unfazed by the drama, Taehyung blew a kiss towards the throne room, where Jungkook was stealing glances at him. "Until next time, my love," he whispered, and exited the chamber, leaving behind a room buzzing with gossip and the memory of an Emperor blatantly consumed by his love for his pregnant Empress.