Blueberryarchive - 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙮 𝙗𝙤𝙮 𝙗𝙡𝙪𝙚

The Evergreen Game

The white pawn moves to E4.

"Pawn. E4." Jungkook swallows, sweat pooling on his temples and Cupid's bow.

"Pawn to E5." You murmur in a hiss, your legs trying to move, but Jungkook leans forward to move your chess piece. Your nails grab the hair at the back of his neck as you reposition yourself in his lap.

Jeon grabs your waist with his forearm so you won't fall, although he also feels that his body is going to betray him at any moment.

"Knight F3." Jungkook played after taking a breath, his cock feeling hot and completely covered in the viscous, milky liquid. He hadn't taken his cock out in an hour, and his dress pants, boots, and the floor were covered in his cum. Nasty, cold, and drying with the fall breeze. The scene was indecent.

"Knight to C6." You responded, holding your boyfriend's sweaty head so you could stand up.

"No, I'm not done yet. I have to win."

"It hurts, Kook. I can't anymore." As you moved further the liquid fell thickly onto the floor, making an obscene sound as you moaned. Your puffy lips were swollen from fucking too much, your insides reddened. But every time you moved ever-so-lightly it felt like scratching an itch, painful pleasure. "Let's play again later-"

"Bishop to C4." He interrupted, lifting your listless and tired body. You put your feet on tiptoe and moved on top of him again, the hair on his thighs sweating under your ass and your nipples gnawing at Jungkook's cashmere sweater.

You thought about your next move while he used you as a simple glove or toy.

"Hurry up or I'll go harder."

"You don't need to win."

"I do. Hurry up or I'll go harder." He repeated firmly.

Jungkook's mind wanted to focus on this round, he had an important game tomorrow; he could earn good money to pay for the apartment. But you offered him some gummies to which he just opened his mouth to chew them without thinking much.

Bad decision. In the first fifteen minutes, he felt his body warm up. Fifteen minutes later, you appeared completely naked in front of him.

An hour and a half and you no longer know how to count the times he has filled you until you were dripping wet and overflowing.

Half an hour ago, you asked for mercy, like a hypocrite. The fact that you thought it was going to end without your pussy being abused was just foolish.

"Bishop to C4?"

Jungkook left his painted hand on your right asscheek. You purred, biting your lips with delight, and curling your toes. 

"Think, pet. I need you to concentrate."

"C5, I- C5" You begged, moving with a little more energy, the cum lubricating your pain, pure bliss.

"Mhm. Keep moving like that. I'll let you go after this round.." Liar, you said to yourself while you hugged his neck. He held you tighter while he moved your black bishop.

"Pawn B4."

This game sounded familiar.

"Bishop to B4." You said, lifting your body even higher. The white pawn out.

"Pawn C3."

Jungkook didn't resist and kissed your neck for the umpteenth time that autumn afternoon. Your sweaty back under his hand moved, trembled, rose, and fell in short moans.

"Bishop A5."

"Bishop D4."

"Pawn to D4." Jungkook's index finger pushes the pawn to its new position, with that, you begin to groan as you shake the pieces with your hand on the table.

"Are we playing the Evergreen game?" You laughed breathlessly when you noticed how fast the game was going.

"Looks like we are." He smiled, revealing his dark eyes beneath the wet strands of his forehead. "You know what that means."

"You win at the end."

Jungkook growled before lifting you up and completely destroying the board until he placed your body on the table. Your breasts bounced with every hit and crash of him inside you.

"Koo, please, slow down. It hurts."

But he just couldn't. God, he wished he could because it hurt him too. But those pretty little cries that came out of your drooled and swollen lips didn't want him to stop filling you up.

"One more time."

"It'll burst out."

"I don't care, love. My floor and boots are already a fucking mess because of you."

You laughed through your tears. You loved seeing him so desperate.

Jungkook grabbed the queen and bishop between his fists before feeling how he filled you to abounding again.

And yet, after feeling himself almost faint and his legs spasming, he felt like he could win another round.

The fever had broken a few minutes ago, but you could still feel the heat emanating from under the wool sheets. It wasn't a lustful warmth but more like the need that harbored since Namjoom's arrival at his home.

He knew how much you had waited for his arrival from that hunt of almost eight moons, the nights without having him by your side. It's not that Namjoon was exaggerating, because when his enormous physiognomy was not at your side to hug you and protect you, it was as if you were slowly withering.

This time though, when he arrived at the door last night, instead of the little daisy waving dizzily in the wind, you looked like the young trunk of a mahogany tree. With your chest broad and straight, your eyes bright, waiting for something.

Namjoon dropped his weapon, despite the headache, the throbbing pain in his muscles, and the desire to sleep for thirty whole days. Despite the fever that consumed his body, he let go of everything and picked you up in his arms to carry you up the stairs to his room.

Your small body hides under the shadow of his chest. Hands resting on each side of your head, there was nothing sweeter than your smile under the light of that old lamp next to you.

The cotton-y smell of your neck, of sweat and chamomile, greeted Namjoon when he hid his face in it. He liked to close his eyes and think that that was the only thing you both needed to survive.

You opened your legs and surrounded his broad back until you had him so close that there were no gaps between you two. When one inhaled, the other exhaled. If one kissed, the other caressed the other's skin.

The bubbling sound from the kitchen alerted you to your previous activity.

"Nam, get up." You whispered into his hair, short and tousled.

The man denied entering his feet on the mattress that was shorter than him. His pants brushed, lightly, like a breath, the delicate fabric of your panties. You squeezed his arm, he raised his head to see your eyes and there was a certain color in them, coppery and animalistic. You wanted touch, just that. You were hungry.

Now, Namjoon was about to fall into the lethargy of the fever that greeted him, but still his fingers traced the curve of your breasts and then stomach until he reached the edge of your dress and lifted it enough to put two long fingers to touch the small nub that moistened his fingertips deliciously.

You were quick to arch your back under his weight, you shook your head silently protesting for the potatoes boiling downstairs.

"Shh-shh, pet. Be good now." Just by dropping a little bit more you couldn't move under his weight. And, if you were honest, why would you want to.

When the two fingers ruined your panties, soaked in your juices, Namjoon pushed them aside and stuck them up to his knuckles.

You clenched your pussy, wanting them to never come out of you, throbbing to get them in just a little more. Namjoon was good and granted your wish, stroking so softly you felt a purr in your throat.

Namjoon was smiling, eyes closed still hiding in the crook of your neck as you became a mess beneath him.

"Do you want another one?" He stammered, he could feel your skin crawling beneath the heat of his.

"Yes, sir." You hugged your husband's head as your pussy gave way to another.

The whitish viscosity that accumulated at your entrance sounded like a lullaby to Namjoon's tired ears, your moans like a sweet song.

You came with the intensity of a butterfly's flutter: soft, lovely, mouth-watering. You caressed his cheeks between gasps. To realize, seconds later, that the breathing of the man above you had calmed down, his eyes closed and lips parted. Fast asleep, with a growing fever and his fingers covered in you.

͏͏͏͏͏͏ ͏͏͏͏͏͏ ͏͏͏͏͏͏ ͏͏͏͏͏͏⠀⠀⠀౨ৎ 'cause i'm in love . . ༝༚

based on this ask.

☆ pairing: hunter!jimin x fairy!reader

★ warnings: smut, non-con.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀͏͏͏͏͏͏ ͏͏͏͏͏͏ ͏͏͏͏͏͏ ͏͏͏͏͏͏⠀͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏ ͏͏͏͏͏͏ ͏͏͏͏͏͏ ͏͏͏͏͏͏⠀͏͏͏͏͏͏ ͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏͏ ♱ 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐌.𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ♱

The fresh snow crunches under his boots, the soft winter breeze hitting him in the face, his cheeks and nose flushed red. January is a rough month, especially in the north where everything's covered in snow, stepping outside being an adventure in itself.

He's coming back from his unsuccessful hunt, having caught nothing but a white rabbit. He thought today would be good, turns out it wasn't.

Taking the path back to his house, walking through the forest, he hears faint sounds of agony. He stops to listen to the noises, turning his head around and catching the glimpse of a little form curled up on the ground.

As he walks closer, he discovers a fairy, only covered by a thin white dress. How you ended up here, he doesn't know, but if he doesn't save you, you're going to get frostbitten.

You whine in pain, the wings behind your back completely frozen. You blink several times before tilting your head up, heartbeat accelerating when you see the broad frame of a man walking in your direction. Your weak heart is beating fast and you feel it thumping in your head, a strong headache making you suffer even more.

He stands before you, making you look really small compared to him, glancing down at you like you're nothing but a little bug fighting for its insignificant life. You cry, big glossy eyes staring back at him, wondering if this is the end. Though he seems dominant and perhaps has bad intentions, you have no reason to fear him.

Some hunters might have chased you down through those woods earlier and you got away, but not without injuring yourself in the process. The burns on your legs are surely from the snow because you're clearly not dressed for the winter. You're probably not even from here.

But Jimin doesn't want to hurt you, not at all. He fell upon you by pure accident. If he had taken a different path, you wouldn't have a chance of surviving. In the end, you're very lucky he went hunting today.

Back to his house, he undresses you from your singular piece of clothing, admiring your little body lying in front of the fireplace. Small breasts moving up and down at the pace of your breathing, perky nipples pointing up.

Your pussy is adorable, totally at his mercy, there for him to do whatever he wants to you. So vulnerable, so weak.

He wonders how tight you must be, tighter than his fist. You don't know how lonely Jimin gets in these woods, how deprived he is sometimes.

But you're here, now. Here to satisfy his hunger.

And so he gets rid of his pants, kneels down and places himself above you. He parts your legs with one hand, pushing your thigh away from the other, his other hand stroking his cock, making it hard.

Your eyes are close as he lines up his cock head with your entrance, but they soon open when he pushes into you. Your mouth opens wide, but only a quiet gasp comes out, your eyes falling down where a burning pain is ripping through you.

You then look up at the man who saved you from dying frozen in the middle of the woods, his eyes hooded and pupils dilated, completely intoxicated by his own pleasure.

Your wings flap avidly behind your back, as if it'll make you get away from him, but it's silly to even think it'll work. Your small hands try to push him away, though you have no strength, and so Jimin doesn't budge an inch.

"It hurts," you complain weakly, voice breaking into a sob. You hear him groan in response, the fact that he has total control over you making more blood rush to his cock somehow.

"I know," he grunts, thrusting into you at a regular pace. "I'm sorry, sweetheart. I'm sorry..." He apologizes, but of course, it doesn't really make you feel better.

You let out a squeal as he keeps pounding his thick cock into your abused pussy, groaning when you whine, when you grip his biceps, digging your nails into his clothes.

"Everything's fine, hm?" He asks, but it's not like you will really answer with anything. "I'm just keeping you warm, baby... Just heating you up," he whispers beside your ear, an intense shiver running up your spine at the sound of his husky voice.

You do feel warmer, you won't deny it. And it heats you up even more when he curses out under his breath, hips steadying over yours, emptying himself deep into you. You moan softly, fluttering your eyes as you stare up at the ceiling, Jimin's face hidden in the crook of your neck.

"Mmh, fuck," he growls in your ear, stroking your belly, feeling it a bit swollen because of his cum filling your pussy up.

Later, he brings you up in what you assume is his bedroom, pretending you're still cold, that skin to skin contact will work better. He fucks you the rest of the night, starting again tomorrow morning.

You don't complain, begin to even like it — fearing to be back outside in the freezing cold, near death.

Put your head on my shoulder.. baby ♡