Queen (ft. TWICE’s Nayeon) [Part 4/Finale]

“What the fuck do you mean you’re not good enough for me?!”

You had never seen the Queen-Imperial Im Nayeon this angry before. Even during crises, the Queen had never lost her cool this badly.

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A few years into your relationship, the Queen, then Princess-Imperial, had gone overseas to further her studies. In her first year, both of you had not let a day pass without reaching out to the other, but as time passed, she began to message you less and less, and her Instagram posts grew in number, each depicting more and more dates she had with other people at fancy-schmancy events. Your texts weren’t answered as frequently, and when they were, it was usually a short phrase and a heart emoji. You knew how busy she was, as she told you that her schedules were ramping up. However, with more and more evidence hinting that she might have moved on, you finally broke and let her go.

To you, she was the Princess, and soon-to-be Queen. You were just her servant, albeit her right-hand man, but that was the best you would be: just a commoner blessed to be in this privileged position. Many nights were spent doubting yourself and your importance in her life, with the conclusion that you were the expendable one.

When the Princess returned, you distanced yourself from her, no matter how she tried to reach out to you. It took long for her to give up, the pain finally pushing her beyond her breaking point. She got herself a new right-hand man, and soon enough, she took over the throne, claiming her birthright as Queen-Imperial Im Nayeon. As she got busier with her duties as Queen, so did you with affairs around her palace. With how busy both of you were, it was rare to cross paths with each other, but when you did, the green monster of jealousy would take you hostage in a chokehold. Her right-hand was always fawning over her, and she seemed to be enjoying the company. Half of you wanted to be her right-hand once more, the other half told you it was better this way.

Your paths were fated to cross once more; her right-hand had to leave the position, and you were chosen as his replacement. That night was the night where you were pulled to her Throne Room by a servant and told to meet her alone, and she made you eat her out until she came over your face.

One thing led to another, and both of you ended up making love to each other after a ball with other royals. After that day, you’d ghosted her again, somewhat regretting what you’d done with her.

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“Do you even hear the bullshit you’re spouting?” Nayeon had her Throne Room cleared, leaving herself and you alone after a meeting with her advisors. “Do you know how much it hurt when I woke up alone and you’d left, no note, nothing? Then you proceed to hide from me again, just like you did years ago.” Her eyes glistened with tears of anger and frustration, threatening to spill over. “I thought we were fine. I thought that I’d had you back. Maybe what I wanted isn’t what you wanted. Maybe you’re not the one for me. It looks like you don’t want me as much as I want you.” You tried to rebut her words, but you seemed to be unable to say anything.

“Fuck this shit. I’m done.”

“No, Nayeon, no!”

Nayeon began to storm off, but you leapt to grab her wrist, forcing her to turn around to resist you. Immediately, you pulled her into your embrace, breaking down in sobs.

“I’m sorry.”

“Let go of me. Let go of me!”

“No. I’ve fucked up twice. I’m not going to lose you again.”

“Bullshit. You don’t love me. Not anymore.”

You broke the embrace, waves of anger washing over you immediately.

“What the fuck do you mean by that? I do! I still do! I’m not the one who fucked off to another country to study, then ended up on date after date with other fancy schmucks. I’m not the one who stopped texting her signficant other. I’m not the one who left and forgot her relationship still existed!”

A slap.

“Are you calling me a fucking cheater?!”

“Yeah, and of course. Of course you’d cheat on me, because I’m nothing like them! I’m so much less than them! How could you still love me when there are better options out there than me?”

Nayeon gave you another tight slap, sending you reeling back a little.

“If you were someone I didn’t value as much, I would have you punished. Watch your words.”

Tears started streaming down her cheeks. You had to fight to resist rubbing away her tears and kissing her forehead while holding her in your embrace, the way you knew she loved to be comforted. Her next words were soft, her tone sounded exhausted, defeated. You’d never seen Nayeon like this.

“I never forgot you.”

“What?”

“I never did. I got busy with my studies, and I neglected you. I wanted to come back as the best version of myself, and I threw myself into my work. I should have given you more attention.” Nayeon began to sob, and you gave in, rushing to her and wrapping her in your arms once more. Her body shook as she sobbed in your arms, and soon enough, both of you were sobbing while holding each other.

“I never let you go. I let myself work so hard so I could finish quickly and come back to you. Every time I had to attend a function, ball, or event, I wished the person I was going with was you.” Nayeon hugged you tightly, her face buried in your shoulder. “All the people that I went with were friends. Some of them wanted to take it further, but I always refused their advances because I had a partner to marry when I returned.”

You froze at her words, unable to believe what you’d just heard.

“I was going to marry you when I came back. I could not wait to come back to you and make you my lifelong partner. It sucked living without you for so long, and I couldn’t let myself live like that any longer.” Nayeon broke the embrace to lean her forehead against yours. “And when I came back, you left me. Do you know how much it hurt to have you ghost me and hide from me? Do you know how much it hurt for me to keep trying while you kept retreating? Do you know how much it hurt having to approve your departure from the position of my right-hand? Do you know how much it hurt that I had to live without you again?” Nayeon began to tear up, and she hastily wiped at her eyes, stepping back.

“Nayeon, I’m sorry.”

“Sorry doesn’t fucking cut it. Why? Because they looked better than you? Richer than you?” Nayeon’s voice began to rise, years of frustration bubbling to the surface. “Were they richer? Yes. Were they of a better social standing? Yes. Were they able to provide me a better life? Debatable. Were they better than you? Fuck no! Were they you? Fuck no!” Her tears never seemed to end, and you hated seeing her like that. You felt even worse knowing that she felt like that because you chose to jump to conclusions.

“I did not give up on our relationship. They weren’t you. I don’t care about a better life, riches, looks, or social standing. I love you, and only you. Those fancy schmucks can go fuck themselves, because they are not you. I love you. You’re the best lover I’ve had, and you’re the best person I’ve ever given my heart to. I fucking hate that you think you’re not the best for me. I hate that I’ve let it get to this point when I could’ve tried harder. I hate that-”

“No. This is not your fault. It’s mine.”

“What?”

You stepped closer to her, rubbing her tears for her. “It was mine. I should have asked. I should have given you a chance to explain.” You hug her for the third time, tightly, trying to let her know how much you still loved her. “I gave up on us. I fucked up. This is my fault.” Nayeon’s look of surprise only spurred you to go on further.

“I let myself jump to conclusions, and then I left. I’m sorry for that. You did not deserve that. I hate that it took us so long to get to this point and have this talk.” You caressed her cheeks, continuing. “I want to make this up to you for the years we wasted skirting around each other. I don’t know if you can take me back, I don’t know if you even want me back. I want you back. I love you. I still love you. All the way from when we were teenagers, to when you left, to when you returned, to when you became Queen, and even until now. Please, Nayeon, take me- mmmph!”

Nayeon crashed her lips against yours in a desperate kiss, the force of her lunging against you causing you to stagger back, your back hitting the hard walls of her Throne Room. Her tongue snaked against your lips, seeking access. When granted, your kiss transitioned into a torrid, openmouthed kiss, tongues meeting each other. Her hands wrapped around you tightly as both of you made out with each other. You reciprocated moments later, enjoying the moment of passion you shared with her.

It did not take long for Nayeon’s hands to snake to your ass, giving it soft kneads. Your hands begin to run up and down her back, and she moaned into the kiss, both of you breaking out of it moments later to breathe.

“Bedroom, now.”

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Both of you moved calmly into Nayeon’s bedroom, shutting the door behind you. Nayeon waited patiently for you, before leading you to the bed and pushing you to sit. She straddled your thigh, and sat down, releasing a shaky breath as her core rubbed against your thigh through her panties. She slowly began to grind against your thigh as she brought you back in for another passionate make-out session.

Both of you separated only due to the need for air, a thin strand of saliva breaking between each of your mouths. You began to slide Nayeon’s blazer off her shoulders, helping her out of it, before slowly popping each button of her shirt open, exposing more and more of Nayeon’s creamy skin. Both of you were silent, enjoying the quiet atmosphere between the both of you - two lovers with all the time in the world, as if nothing else existed but the both of you. When Nayeon’s shirt fell open, you stalled for a moment to admire your lover’s perfect chest, encased in a red lace bra. Soon enough, her shirt joined her blazer on the floor, then her bra followed soon after, flung carelessly aside as you sank in to enjoy her chest the way you wanted to.

“Oh~!” Nayeon gasped at the first contact of your lips and tongue around her nipple, one arm wrapping around her waist, the other running up and down her bare back. She kept grinding down on your thigh, and you could feel your pants getting damp as her slick began to soak through her panties. Fuck, it was so hot knowing how turned on she was just from your actions. Your tongue circled her nipple, and occasionally, you would let it go, then blow on it, or you would nipple and suck on it. The only audible sounds in the room were the wet smacks of your mouth against Nayeon’s breasts, and her various moans, gasp, pants, and shaky breaths of pleasure.

“Babe, you're… oh~… still clothed…”

You wasted no time in divesting yourself of your upperwear, leaving yourself in the same state as Nayeon was. To your surprise, Nayeon pushed you down on the bed, pinning your arms against the mattress, he knees on the side of your hips, effectively somewhat crawling over you. Her eyes, which displayed her frustration and hurt earlier, now shone with different emotions, barely repressed lust, and under it, adoration.

Nayeon scanned your upper body, giving her lips a lick as she lowered herself to kiss your neck, nibbling on your sensitive spot. You let out a moan, and she began to mark you with a love bite. Her bare skin on yours, when her chest brushed against you, left you wanting so much more. You wanted to touch her, feel her, make love to her, and more. However, she had you pinned and under her spell, which left you unable to act on your desires. Soon enough, Nayeon began to trail kisses down your neck to your collarbones, your chest, and your abdominals. When she reached your pants, she undid them, gently tugging them down your legs along with your underwear, exposing the entirety of your body to her, arousal as clear as the sky of day.

Nayeon stood at the edge of the bed, removing her earrings and then untying her hair. She shook her head, letting her hair flow through the air, and you just watched in awe. Nayeon had matured over the years, and the young adult you’d been in love with then had grown up. She was now older, wiser, and so much sexier.

“Let me.” In a burst of speed, you had Nayeon on the mattress, trading positions. Her skirt was soon unzipped, and then removed with her panties, a visible wet spot staining the cloth dark red. Nayeon looked up to your eyes, full of lust, love, and vulnerability, her walls finally lowered, her feelings laid bare to you. Similarly, you returned the same feelings of adoration and lust, and Nayeon was the first to speak.