His Service

his service

you return to your kingdom when your betrothed suddenly dies, and the only comfort you can find in a court that no longer feels like home is a certain knight.

♔ PAIRING: knight!jungkook x princess!reader

♔ GENRE: historical au, angst, smut

♔ WORD COUNT: 9.2k

♔ WARNINGS: huge age gap, bullying?, depression, unrequited love, drinking, mild violence (reader gets slapped), swearing, fingering, grinding, loss of virginity, quiet sex

♔ AUTHOR’S NOTE: i’ve been writing for years but this is actually my first finished fic lol hope you like it !! also my dumb ass realised just now that jk is wearing an earpiece in the header let’s ignore that:D

Early 15th century 

“But, Your Grace,” some lord begged the king from inside the chamber Jungkook and Taehyung stood outside of. “The kingdom would clearly benefit more from an alliance with Aragon than from one with Naples.”

The two castle guards had been there for hours as the council argued about which royal family you, the Princess Y/N, should marry into. You were only four years of age but the Kingdom of Castile needed allies, for war with Portugal had just been declared and the Crown lacked money to pay well-trained soldiers. 

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PRAISING:: ( day 3 )

WARNING:: praise, marking, unprotected sex, slightly insecure reader, unprotected sex, fwb! Relationship to lovers, reassurance, fluff, slight angst and mentions of anxiety.

SUMMARY:: after sleeping with Jungkook for months and not putting a label on it you grow envious of your friends who brag about their dating lives.

WORD COUNT:: 1.9K

You were upset, not at your friends for having prevailed relationships and cute stories to tell about them. Your upset at yourself for feeling this way, a bittersweet taste in your mouth as you and almost the entire pack of your friend group had all managed to fit inside your cramped living room in your apartment listening to Mingyu gush about how he had taken the girl he had been on a few dates before and finally asked to make it official.

You were almost green with envy, as a small pressure in your chest grew watching your friend throw his signature smile as he swipes through pictures he had taken of him and his girlfriend on their successful date. You felt stupid, you had no idea why you had ever pitched the idea of a friends with benefits relationship with Jungkook when you knew that you were looking for so much more than sex.

Who knew months down the line what you used to call attraction towards him grew, it felt like he had planted a seed in your heart and it was growing each and every time the both of you had spent an inkling amount of time together. But as the thoughts of doubt began to sprout and spread it felt like the flower that had blossomed inside your heart was slowly wilting away at the thought of him not wanting anything more than sex from you.

You are a full fledged adult, you could speak your mind how you pleased but anxiety had you in such a tight chokehold you could barely feel yourself breathing. You were so out of it that you had realized that time had ticked past and within the next hour of boisterous laughter and stupid jokes everyone seemed to spill out of your apartment all at once leaving behind you and Jungkook who lingered behind cleaning up the small mess that you and him had both made on the coffee table.

Once settling next to you his hand settles on your thigh comfortably, giving a small nudge it knocks you right out of your thoughts. "Are you okay? You seem really out of it" he asks as he grows concerned with how you've been staring into space like you had just found a secret portal burned into the wallpaper of your walls. You shake your head giving a tight lipped smile hoping that would be enough to send him off with no more questions asked. "I'm fine, just a little tired" you lie through your teeth.

"Are you sure? You seem like you have something important on your mind. The last time I saw you think this hard I thought I smelt burning wood" he jokes making you scoff as you push him gently with a grin on your lips. "I'm fine, just wanna lay in my bed and sleep. Nothings going on up there, it's like a desert right now. Completely empty" you point to your head letting your hand fall back in your lap like dead weight.

"Alright, let's get you settled then" he says with a grunt pushing himself up from the comfortable crushed velvet cushions attached to your couch. Holding out a hand to you, your eyes flicker from his face to his hand as if you're almost skeptical to take it, but regardless let him pull you up from the couch. You both move around each other as if this was a normal routine— and yet at this point in time it most likely is how you end your nights.

Changing clothes into pajamas, and brushing your teeth together like any regular couple except you weren't even labeled as such. The thoughts come rushing back as you finally lay down under the warm sheets on your bed. You sigh as you turn on your TV flicking mindlessly through channels hoping to find something remotely entertaining to keep you away from your thoughts and thinking your feelings will subside until the morning. Until you feel the bed beside you dip and from the corner of your eyes you could feel his eyes burning holes into the side of your head.

"Can I help you?" You ask cutting the silence between you both "are you going to keep acting like nothings wrong or do you want to spit it out?" He asks seriously in a tone you almost never hear from him. Your tongue pokes at your cheek as you weigh the pros and cons of what the possibilities would be if you told him how you felt. And although the cons outweigh the pros you open your mouth to speak as you get fed up with yourself.

"What are we?" You ask finally and although the weight on your back had been yet to be lifted. "I don't really know, we've never talked about it" he says with a sudden softness to his voice "we have sex, we cuddle, we have sleepovers almost every night, I'm pretty sure half of my clothes are at your place, and we kiss each other goodbye. Things that friends with benefits don't do" you babble mindlessly.

Turning onto your side you turn to look over at his expression only seeing a thoughtful one. "We can be whatever you want us to be— if there is an us" he says as his eyes flicker from his lap to your face, almost nervous at your response. You feel like you could melt into the sheets of your bed and evaporate into thin air. Sucking in a shaky breath you answer "I want us to be official, I'm tired of feeling like you like the aspect of a built in girlfriend, but not the idea of it being me and you" you sigh finally letting the words that had been scratching at the back of your throat for the past 2 months.

His hands suddenly cup your cheeks warming your face up almost immediately he leans in pressing a soft kiss to your lips, chaste yet it got his point across without having to speak. You're finally releasing what felt like a million caged butterflies loose in your stomach. "Will you? Be my girlfriend I mean" he says, correcting himself almost immediately. You let out a small puff of laughter against his lips as you nod as your eyes flutter shut content with the feeling of your forehead pressed against his.

Pecking your lips repeatedly until you reciprocate more desperately, your lips press against his eagerly as they lock. The moment your lips meet more harshly, has been a long time coming, an eruption of your lust. His lips are warm and gentle as he kisses you softly, delicately, as if he isn't sure you're real and he's still checking.

His hand finds their way to your hips pressing down into the sheets not daring to break from the kiss. Soon enough everything becomes blurred into one, your clothes being stripped and discarded to the floor of your bedroom floor Jungkook leaves behind opened mouth kisses against your neck sucking and biting marks onto your supple skin as his hands wonder between your legs. "I've been thinking of this for a while now" he mumbled as he continued to kiss up to your neck and latch his lips with yours.

Letting out a shrill gasp you feel his fingers press against your clit rendering you eager for more, his fingers work to move in figure eights, letting out small moans and whimpers "you're so wet" he whispers against your lips "feels so good against my fingers" he continues his words of praise leaving you clenching around nothing as you whine. "I need you so bad" you whimper, wanting to skip foreplay entirely— not that he opposed either.

"It's okay, I got you" he nods as his legs settle between your thighs Watching the tip of his cock rub up and down your slit as your hips twitch in sensitivity. His cock glistening from a mixture of precum and your slick he presses the head of his cock at your entrance slowly pushing inside you enjoying the warm and tight feeling inside you.

His hands move to either side of your head as he looks down on you with complete adoration in his eyes. Pushing deeper inside you he lets out a moan "fuck you feel so good" he says as he catches his bottom lip in between his teeth.

"You're so big" you slur seeing how good he filled you up to the brim your arms wrap around his neck your foreheads pressed together as you watch his begin to slowly move. Jungkook couldn't get enough of the sight as his cock disappeared inside your Pussy.

His cock buried deep inside you that you moan and dig crescent shaped dents into his skin. set a pace for bouncing in his lap. The feeling of your velvety walls tightening around making him choke back a moan.

"Oh- god" you whisper shakily. His hands holding onto your hips guiding a pace, the soft sound of skin slapping with your small moans could be heard throughout the room.

You looked so good with your chest bouncing and your hair all messy. You looked good with a small sheen of sweat on your skin and your makeup smeared, he was addicted to the sight.

Jungkook; eager to let his load off inside you, holds your thighs, stopping you from bouncing any longer and begins to thrust his hips into you. The feeling of his tip pushing at your cervix.

His hips piston into you as your thighs and ass jiggle at the repetitive thrusts "right there!" You moan as you feel him pounding in a certain part of your walls. You tighten around him as your essence forms a white ring around the base of his dick.

"Just like that! I just want you to come inside me" you babble mindlessly as his stomach churns at the words spewing out.

"Yeah? Want me to fill you up with my cum?" he groans as the knot in your stomach begins to tighten and Jungkook's death grip on the fat of your thighs almost sends you over the edge if it wasn't for how hard he was pounding you.

You nod eagerly as you begin to alternate between grinding and bouncing, your nails drag against his back leaving behind a red and irritated trail- yet he didn't mind it as it pushed him closer to his orgasm.

Leaning down to him your moans against each other's lips push you closer and closer. Your back is arching as you move faster wanting to cum so badly "keep going. Don't stop" he groaned, letting his head fall back.

His hair messily pushed against his forehead as it was covered in sweat and his eyes rolled back "god I'm gonna cum" he says breathily "I want you to look at me when you cum okay?" Says opening his eyes looking up at you.

You nod as you let your moans fall past your lips, the sensation building more and more until it became to overwhelming you gasp "I'm gonna cum" you whine as your hips fall more hastily on him, his moans mixed with yours as he drowned in the feeling of your walls spasming around him pushing him completely over the edge.

"Fuck" he groaned as warm spurts of cum filled you, grinding down and letting the cum spill past your walls and down the base of his cock you hum as your content with your orgasm. Pulling out he leans over to his side of the bed once more the both of you smiling as you stare at the ceiling. You feel his arm wrap around your waist pulling you closer, kissing the skin on your shoulder you feel comfortable as your breathing slows down.

"You did good. And I want you to know that I don't want anybody else just you" he speaks finally relieving you off all the stress that clouded your mind, nodding off you slip away sleeping with light puffs of air and soft snoring content with your night.

Making out with you ❦

︵︵⠀ ⠀·　　sweet tea in the summer 　　₊　⠀🌊

A Vampire’s Lust

Pairing: vampire x fem human reader

Summary: You are washing your face in the bathroom wearing only a bra and panties when your vampire mate gets so aroused by it that he takes you against the sink, fangs sinking into your neck.

Warnings: minors don't interact, 18+!!!!, oral (fem receiving), fingering, p in v sex, well-endowed 🍆, vampire bites, lots 💦.

This is the full one-shot. It was posted first on Patreon as my patrons get early access to my Tumblr posts!

Enjoy!! If it isn’t too much, I’d love to hear if you liked it! 🖤

Dressed only in a lacy black bra and matching panties, you leaned over the sink, washing your face. You rarely wore makeup but you were adamant about taking care of your skin. Your boyfriend was a vampire after all, so you had to keep up with his flawless complexion. The cool water felt refreshing as you rinsed away the remnants of soap. You patted your face dry then carefully applied your face products.

You smiled when you caught your boyfriend into the room, leaning against the doorframe, his red eyes studying you, lingering on the curve of your ass and the swell of your breasts. He always moved so quietly but, after two years of dating, you were almost used to it. Wearing only a black pajama pants, he looked ravishing. Tall, lean and muscular, with a symmetrical face and concave jawline. He had short dark hair and a bold captivating gaze.

“You’re so beautiful, sweetheart,” he said as he approached, his voice a husky whisper. He pressed behind you, his naked chest against your back, his hands sliding around your waist to rest on your stomach. His lips brushed against your ear, then down your shoulder, kissing over the strap of your bra.

You shivered, your nipples hardening under the thin fabric of your bra.

“Aww, look at them,” he cooed, his fingers circling your buds over the lace bra. “They’re constricted. Poor babies. Let’s free them.”

With a skillful move, he unclasped your bra and tossed it away. A low growl rumbled in his chest as he cupped your tits, his big hands, feeling up their weight, thumbs toying with the hard tips. He looked at you through the mirror as his hands roamed over your body, caressing your curves and making you gasp.

Most vampires couldn’t see their reflections because mirrors were traditionally backed with silver and that revoked their images. But your mirror was custom-made and free from silver because your mate had a perverse delight in fucking you in front of it and watching your reactions.

“You have no idea what you do to me.” He leaned in, his fangs grazing your neck as his fingers slipped beneath the waistband of your panties. “You’ve taken over my cold heart and fired it up.”

“You have taken hold of my heart, too,” you whispered, your head collapsing on his chest as he tugged down your panties. You wiggled your hips, shimming them off then gasped when a cool finger toyed with the seam of your pussy.

“Soaked for me,” he purred, his voice thick with arousal.

A gasp was torn from you when his thumb found your clit, rubbing it in slow, languid circles. Your hips bucked against his hand, desperate for more. But his hold on you was secure, his arms like bands around you, his eyes looking at you through the glass, dark with desire.

“Please,” you whined, trying to get more friction. “I need you.”

“I’ll fuck you, mate. Here in front of the mirror.”

“You horny vamp,” you teased, hands fumbling for purchase on the sink. “You do that almost every day.”

“I love watching you writhe and cum around my cock.”

To prove his point, he lifted your leg and took in the sight of your glistening cunt and his fingers teasing your plump folds. “Pretty cunt. Want to fucking ruin it.”

With a swift motion, he was bending you over the sink, sinking to his knees, his tongue eating out your cunt. You cried out, hands gripping the edge of the basin as he licked and sucked like a man possessed, loud moans and slurping sounds echoing in the small bathroom. His fingers added to the game, drawing apart your outer labia, his tongue finding the hood of your clit and flicking repeatedly.

“Ahn! Close… so close—”

You very nearly screamed when he stood up and slapped your ass. You heard clothes shuffling, then felt him slapping his thick cock against your soaking wet entrance. He leaned in, his body curling behind you, his fangs sinking into your neck as he thrust into you, filling you in one smooth glide. You saw stars and came hard, pleasure and pain blending in and driving you wild.

Snapping his hips, he fucked you through your orgasm, hard and fast. His fangs popped from your skin, his tongue licking up the blood. Your whole body rocked with his thrusts, pussy clenching with little aftershocks. Then he decided he wanted to change the view, so he lifted you up, his hands under your knees, his cock plugged up inside you.

“Feet on the sink, baby,” he instructed and you did so, even if you were dazed and pleasure-fucked. “Good girl. Lean back against me. Want to see you pretty pussy dripping all over my cock.”

You whimpered and leaned back, your legs spread wide, pussy fully bared to him. Planting your feet firmly— thankfully the sink was sturdy enough— you rocked against him. He gave steady upward thrusts, the angle intense, every thrust deep and toe-curling. Your tits bounced with every powerful pump and he immediately cupped them, pinching and tugging your poor nipples. His eyes remained locked on yours in the mirror, watching everything.

“Fuuuuck, look at you,” he breathed against your neck. “So fucking perfect. Mine. All mine.”

You could only nod, breathless and desperate to cum again. He was so big and powerful behind you, his cock stretching your pussy wide and coming out frothing with your juices. And you could do nothing but hold onto him, no match for his strength. The sight of him made you wild and you felt your second orgasm building, your pussy warming with pressure.

“Come for me,” he commanded, pounding into you. “I want to feel you shatter around my cock.”

That was all it took.

With a silent scream you came, your pussy clenching and unclenching around his girth, waves of pleasure assailing you. He growled and kept fucking you through your climax. Relentlessly fast and deep. Ripples of bliss traveled through your body. You could no longer use your legs to rock against him. Your knees were weak with pleasure, your pussy on fire.

Realizing that, he held you from under the knees, lifting you in the air as he moved you up and down on his rigid cock. You thrashed and whimpered when his fangs sunk into your neck, deeper this time. His cock buried to the hilt inside you, tongue suckling your blood as he flooded you with his cum. It was too much, it overflowed your cunt and dribbled down your thighs and on the tiled floor.

You could everything through the mirror. The sight was deliciously lewd.

For long moments, the only sounds were your soft whimpers and his ragged breaths. His fangs retracted and you sighed when he started kissing the bite marks on your neck. He was still holding you in the air, his cock still-hard inside you. And he didn’t seem inclined to let go of your warmth just yet. He carried you to the bed, like his little cocksleeve and pressed you down on the mattress, face down, ass up. He kissed your neck again and the marks he’d left there and resumed fucking you, slower this time.

It was a long night, filled with sex, moans and whispers of affection.

He took you in every position until you were a spent, pleasure drunk mess.

Only when you were bathed in his cum did he lull you to sleep, his possessive instincts abated.

୨୧ㅤִㅤׄ — the boy is mineㅤׄ 🍥ㅤִㅤ