Drabbles + Oneshots | Got7

crowns and thrones | jinyoung

angsty, suggestive

a/n: part of my musings based on lyrics project

song: listen to "castle" by halsey

if you wanna break these walls down, you're gonna get bruised, now my neck is open wide, begging for a fist around it, already choking on my pride, so there's no use crying about it...

Little prince, such a cold and heartless bastard. He breaks them and leaves them, but he always comes back to her.

She ripped his heart out; ate it before his very eyes. Don't you want to be queen someday? Then, make him love you and make him hate everything else.

He takes the whores from behind, always from behind. Never sees their faces. He has to imagine its her. The woman of his dreams. The one who stole his love.

They whimper when he's rough. And there's never a time he's not rough. Prince, I just want to please you. He closes his eyes and moans her name, remembering the one night she let him have her.

He sees her everywhere, hears that perfect fucking laugh. She smiles across his mind before coming in for the kill. She's the devil on earth, draped in gowns of pretty pink and luxurious silk.

Jinyoung sits on the throne, rightfully his. She graces his side, rightfully hers. No one knows the viper she is, coiling through silver and dripping with poison. When great halls ring empty and the kingdom sleeps, she brushes her lips against his neck and sings him a song of obsession and revenge.

Behind every powerful king is a woman with her claws deep in his soul.

Oh, Jinyoung. So bitter and angry. Everyone can see the change in him. The sweet prince is no more. Heartache ruins a man.

He backs her against the wall, pressing between her legs. Only a thin, white nightgown between them. He can feel the warmth of her skin, the swell of her breasts. She's a goddess walking among mortals.

"I remember you naked and moaning beneath me..."

For a night she carried him to heaven, before dragging him straight to hell.

She stops him with a hand to his lips, but she does nothing to free herself from his grasp. It sates her desires; her breasts against his chest, his hips snug between her thighs. This is the closest either of them come to sanity.

Jinyoung drops his head to the crook of her neck, breathing in the sultry thick scent of her. "Let me in. Give me back my mind."

"No," is always her answer. The slightest smirk parts her lips, but the remorse brings sadness. She never wanted to play this game, but the throne will be hers and she must be stronger than ever.

Fingers snake around her throat. Jinyoung remembers the way she tightened around him when he choked her. Your pleasure is mine and so are your breaths.

"I hate you," he says, but never means a word.

Every muscle she has becomes pliant and limp at his mercy. His hand is rough around her neck. Darkness clouds his eyes. He looks almost feral, but she doesn't fear him.

She wants him. Her bed yearns for him. The pulse between her thighs beats only for him.

Tangling her fingers in his hair, she croons his name.

"Not until wedding bells, little prince. Then, all yours. Every night yours. But the only price worthy of this body is a crown."

Jinyoung exhales his defeat and imagines her bathed in gold, dripping in diamonds as she desires. "Soon," he whispers in warning.

She stays against the wall, watching him leave her. She lingers her gaze on the taut muscles of his bare back. The fires flicker in the distance, illuminating the corridors. Not until his shadow passes out of sight does she breathe normally again.

Bringing a hand to her throat, she can feel the burning of his fingers and her mother's voice rings in her ears.

Remember what Mama always said, baby bird. You're a woman. They will never let you rule the world.

But you can own the man who rules the world.

i'm headed straight for the castle, they wanna make me their queen, and there's an old man sitting on the throne that's saying that i probably shouldn't be so mean...

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