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STARBOY — J. JUNGKOOK (m)

Jungkook is a rich loner who doesn’t realize he could have anyone he wants bc he’s stuck on you— a random cam girl who has no clue he exists.

PAIRING: Jungkook x f!reader

GENRE: camgirl au; smut;

WC: 2.4k

WARNINGS: m!masturbation, f!masturbation... duh, camming, use of dildos, camgirl!reader, fanboy!jungkook, yn and jungkook have matching users bc jk is a loser, sex toys, virgin kink, age gap-ish (Jungkook is 28, reader is 22), does this count as exhibitionism? reader’s ass described as fat once by Jungkook

A/N: I was listening to the weeknd and this was the result… pure FILTH. also shortened and cross-posted since i haven’t been active on here!!

NEW TWEET FROM @.adoreme: going live in 5! I have some new treats ;)

The ping from Jungkook’s phone has his heart kicking up an irritating notch, reading over the notification until it disappears— his fork all but falling to the floor in his rush to stand, his chair screeching against his sparkling floor with it. He rushes across the expanse of his living room to take his plate to the sink and then runs back to grab the fork from the floor and throw it in as well, just to run back all over again to grab his phone.

He almost trips as he runs up the stairs of his— dare he say— very nice penthouse, and he passes large windows with privacy glass while sliding his hand along a clear, glass railing. His bedroom doesn’t come into view quick enough, and when he plops down on his bed he wastes no time peeling off his pants and pulling his shirt over his head. He needs to get ready for bed anyway, so after he’s done watching you he can shower and go to sleep. Perfect.

He doesn’t bother putting headphones on or turning his volume down low because he lives alone. Another ping alerts him that the live stream is starting, and with another adjustment to his pillow he clicks on the ‘SUGARTRAP’ icon pinned at the top of his laptop. Tonight’s stream invitation is bordered with black and white stars, bolden at the edges for a 3D effect. Under it, in pretty cursive letters, Jungkook’s favorite words blare across the screen.

@.adoreme is live!

Adoreme is live. And adore you he does, if his frantic energy and utter impatience is any indicator. His attention is glued to the screen like he’s still a teenager, eager for any chance to see some tits and ass. He’s past that phase, but if it’s you, well… maybe he’s not. Jungkook has been watching your streams for a whopping eight months, has become your highest tipper, and the most familiar face user in your streams. He tunes in at any time of day and whenever possible. He probably looks desperate, present from start to finish of every stream no matter how short and no matter how long.

Honestly, even if he tuned into your streams from his office, cock shamelessly fisted in his hand as he watched you push your panties to the side, struggling to fit a small, vibrating toy inside your tight little cunt? That was his right. Luckily, you usually only stream late at night on the weekends. Like today, a lonely Friday night, Jungkook watches with a hand pushed deftly into his pants already drooling before you’ve even done anything.

A giggle echoes through the room as if on cue, just as the thighs in front of him slide back on the bed, bringing in view of a pair of black panties stretched over the fattest ass Jungkook has ever seen in his life. The frilly edge of the waistband brushes against smooth skin, looking as plush and as soft as the delicious ass Jungkook is obsessed with.

Jungkook has never been a stranger to porn. He loves porn, but these live streams… they awaken something in him he never knew about. It’s something about watching in real time, being able to control what happens, that makes him really love it. The chance to chat with the sexiest girl he’s ever seen— digital or not— sign him up. He’ll never refuse, and you’re more than he could’ve ever asked for. Your “name” stylized as stargirl, hence the stars in the banner of your livestream, was like a prayer. He whispers it under his breath every time he climaxes like a wife who’s husband has been away at war for far too long and imagination is all that’s left.

“How have you guys been?”

God, even your voice is sexy. It makes heat rise to his cheeks and he sits up, checking into the chat to make his presence known.

starboy: lonely without you

starboy: how have you been? finish your thesis yet?

So, maybe Jungkook changed his user to match yours and, maybe he is also a loser who instead of saying something sexy asks you about school. Something he graduated from for the last time almost six years ago. The age difference makes him shiver, a shaky breath leaving his lips in response to his own thoughts.

He shifts a couple of more inches backwards against his pillow, and soft breasts enter his field of vision, just barely covered by your bralette. They jiggle and threaten to fall from their restraints with every movement you make, and in turn makes Jungkook’s breath leave him in a gasp. A manicured hand decorated with a small tattoo around one finger— a star— rakes up your torso – and Jungkook has never been as jealous of a hand as he is now. Your nails trail over your skin, making their way up your chest, moving off-screen with a muted sigh from you as you reach around to play with the clasp of your bra.

Ever a tease.

“I’ve been doing just fine, Starboy,” You giggle, your long eyelashes blinking owlishly at the screen. Fuck, you’re in a good mood today. Your innocent aura is what sucks people in, and Jungkook figures that's why you're so popular— you feed right into their desires to turn out girls like you, drawing them in like a kid in a candy store. He’s not ashamed to say he’s one of them— in so deep. Too deep.

"How has your week been..." You prattle on, leaning forward to check the viewer count and read the comments as they start to filter in more hurriedly. Jungkook’s attention is drawn to the swell of your breasts in your bralette. God, they’re practically falling out and right into his face— he wants to run his lips over the fabric so bad. "Let’s wait for some more to join before I start taking requests! You already know the drill."

sexmonster: come on, let’s start baby

kissqueen: hopefully that big tipper doesn’t log on

Jungkook can’t help the bark of a laugh that he lets out. He assumes he’s the big tipper since more often than not, he’s the one controlling the stream. Highest tipper gets the most leeway and the most control, and he, as someone who is not pressed for cash, has always gotten that title. Starboy and Stargirl— it sounds perfect to him, and if kissqueen can’t afford it then kissqueen will just have to deal with it. The one thing he can’t afford is to feel bad.

It’s with a bite to your lip that the stream officially starts, Jungkook watching as you reach behind you to grab a sparkly lavender dildo, long and girthy, and much too wide for your tight hole to take without proper preparation. Jungkook takes that as a sign to properly pull his boxers down and settle his laptop in a comfortable position on his stomach.

Close to the width of your forearm, his girthy cock stands tall, almost peeking out from behind the screen in front of him – his tip red and wet, smacking against the back of his laptop and leaving splotches of precum over his calves. Jungkook sighs, stroking himself lightly before turning his attention back to you.

From the screen he watches as your fingers skim over the clothed but wet lips of your pussy, middle finger inching downwards to rub over them. You gasp when you’re met with thick arousal that immediately wets the tip of your finger even past the lacy cloth of your lingerie. Jungkook watches slack jawed, one hand caressing his leaking cock and the other making its way to type praises in the chat.

sexmonster: oh yeah, baby

ordinary980: so fucking sexy

kissqueen: take those panties off, beautiful

lovetolay: you need a real cock to please you

starboy: so beautiful

Jungkook can’t help but cringe at some of the other comments and decides to stop reading them if he doesn’t want his hard-on to die off. Quick.

You gasp, breathy and airy, “Oh, thank you Starboy.”

starboy: pretty girls like you deserve to be praised

“What should I do? I’m so wet…”

You’re gonna be the death of him. Jungkook groans, stroking himself with more vigor, sliding the wetness of his precum over flushed skin.

starboy: [tipped 500 coins] let us see that pretty pussy

You hum, lifting up on your knees to pull your panties down and Jungkook’s eyebrows raise when your arousal clings to the fabric, pulling with every push of your lingerie down your thighs, and Jungkook is speechless at the obscenity of it. Eight months and he’s still so enraptured in you.

starboy: fuck

“You like what you see?”

There’s a chorus of yes’s in the chat, but Jungkook can’t bring himself to type anything else, too busy stroking his cock with a fragile intensity, watching as your lips quirk up into a smile.

“I think my starboy has gone speechless.”

Jungkook decides to ignore the fact that you’re making fun of him to instead zero in on the use of my in that sentence. Your Starboy. Oh god. Jungkook is gonna cum and it’s only been fifteen measly minutes. You haven’t even done anything yet. He guesses that’s just your charm.

Once you calm down, you reach behind you and pick up the purple dildo again, tapping the tip of it playfully against your lower lip. It has another rush of heat spreading down to the pit of Jungkook’s stomach. “This was a gift from one of my lovely subscribers. I thought I’d put it to good use today.”

“It’s really big, isn’t it?” You hum, your voice pitching a bit higher. “It’s long, and it’s thick.” You give the tip a little lick and smile, all wide and innocent. Jungkook swallows a groan.

You smile sweetly at the camera and spread your legs apart before circling a finger around your entrance, pressing lightly against it to coat your fingers in arousal. “Wish I had someone here to help me,” You whine, the ghost of a moan catching on your breathy voice. “Bet their fingers would feel so much better than my own. Mine just… aren’t enough.”

Jungkook curls his hand around his cock, fully hard and leaking uncontrollably. It’s almost embarrassing, how quickly you get him all worked up, but he can’t find it in himself to care, not when you look and sound so goddamn pretty, all but begging to be taken care of. Warmth courses through Jungkook in pulses now, most intense in his gut.

You position yourself upwards on your knees, prepared to ride the sad piece of plastic like no tomorrow and have given your viewers the best view.

The mewl you emit goes through Jungkook like a shockwave, shoving a growl past his gritted teeth. “Fuck,” he hisses and squeezes the base of his cock, staving off as much of his arousal as he can while watching you take in more and more of the toy, the purple silicone slowly disappearing inside your tight heat.

“O-oh my god,” You moan, high and breathy. “Oh god, it’s f-filling me so well, I—” Your voice catches on a gasp, “It’s so big,” You whimper, your arm trembling as you work the dildo in deeper and deeper. “‘S too big, I can’t, I—ah!”

“You can,” Jungkook sighs, stroking himself slowly while his free hand grips hard onto his sheets, before he remembers he can do something better.

starboy: [tipped 1000 coins] come on baby

And it’s a miracle you even saw it with the way your eyes glaze over in pleasure, but with a dopey grin you sigh, “I— oh, okay.” Before you pull the dildo out a little and then push it back in, lips falling open in a silent moan. You get it almost all the way in before doing it all over again, working the toy deeper with gentle thrusts. “Feels so go-good,” You mewl, bouncing up and down vigorously. “‘S so good, gonna c-come.”

Jungkook continued to pump himself, and he thought about how good you would feel, how wet you would be and the mess that you would make. He thought about fucking you into the floor, your body covered in his cum— thought about how tight you would feel around him, about the sounds you’d make.

“Fuck,” he whimpered, his body shaking and his breaths coming out shallow as he continued to watch you fuck yourself. Through shaky breaths and with a muffled sob; his eyes fluttering shut, Jungkook sighed as he came.

“Oh fuck, yes!”

You dropped down hard onto the jelly curved dildo one last time before you cried out in pleasure as your orgasm came crashing into you. Jungkook doesn’t last after that, stroking himself harshly one last time before his release spurts all over his toned stomach. He’d barely managed to move the laptop away in time, and with that, the stream ended shortly after. You sent your goodbyes and the tips came rolling in, and Jungkook said his goodbyes.

The warmth of the shower manages to calm him down before his phone pinged with the same ringtone as earlier that night and his heart rate increased exponentially. It was rare for you to say anything else after streaming, and it was already really late. If Jungkook rushed to check his phone, no one would know.

NEW TWEET FROM @.adoreme: I'm hosting a lovely event for a lucky subscriber to get the chance to meet me and make a video together! check the attached link for details. Goodnight and good luck starlights!

Jungkook’s heart stopped, resumed, and then stopped again as he read the words over and over. He moved quickly and with intense determination, tapping his foot impatiently as he waited for the link to load. Your tweet’s only like at the moment was him— it hadn’t even been a minute since you tweeted— he had to be the first person to enter.

When the site loaded up, Jungkook was presented with a form, a long one. Clearly your safety was to be top priority and Jungkook was fine with that— content to list his age, phone number, and all socials as if they were conducting a real background check. Maybe he should’ve been more precautious; you could’ve been hacked for all he knows and he had just given away all his information. He included a picture of himself as the last step and submitted the form with a deep breath stuck in his chest.

It was harder than usual for Jungkook to fall asleep that night.

a/n: this is the most vulgar thing i’ve ever written and i can’t take it seriously… 😭 pls lmk ur thoughts!!

The price of Love (I)

synopsis. they say the price of love is dangerous, but jungkook would pay anything to buy your love, at any cost.

Pairing(s): Yandere!sugar daddy jungkook x fem! Reader, eunwoo x Reader

warning: YANDERE, DARK, MATURE THEMES, creepy first date??? stupid friends, yn is dumb big time, cre*py jungkook lmao, money is vv important, mentions of sickness, dep*ession, crying, yn loves her mama…, cute eunwoo.

viewer discretion is advised, yandere stuff can be very triggering so read at your own risk, also let’s remember that this is purely fictional and this does not represent bts or jungkook irl.

note. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO JUNGKOOK!~~~ I really really love him, respect him & the boys and wish I could marry him T_T…. Well, he’s my fav virgo after my mum and sister, my favourite man after my family men…. I JUST LOVE HIM SO MUCH. let’s all appreciate him in my inbox, what’s your favourite thing about jungkook? yikes my bday months finally here LMAO. hbd to zendaya too, my queen. 🥰

another note. LETS ALL WELCOME ANOTHER JK INTO MY MULTIVERSE. 🥰🥰🥰 you can send in asks for him and all of the characters too…. Also this is finally coming out after I released its teaser a year ago 😭🙏

IF YOU WANT TO BE TAGGED, REPLY UNDER THIS POST ONLY!

*not edited* *cringe & cliche too*

Life was literally trying to fuck you over.

You slammed the empty plastic cups on the coffee counter, frustration was building up inside of you, you were so tired.

Being an adult was a curse for you, your life itself was a curse.

You resisted the urge to slam the kitchen door.

he was still here.

“I want to kill myself!” You cried to yourself, it was almost dark outside as you glanced towards the window of the coffee shop. Inhaling a deep breath you quickly tried to finish your work so you could go home.

Your mother would be worried sick.

“Y/N you done?” The voice of the cashier, eunwoo pulled you out of your thoughts, “almost, woo.” You replied, swiping the cloth across the marble table.

His footsteps echoed in the empty diner, “so…. Would you please let me walk you home?” Your hands stopped, your gaze shifted, his tone was careful yet there was an accent of desperation in it.

You felt so torn, and bad.

“Uh…” you began, turning your back to the side to look at him,

Seriously he was perfect, almost. What was your problem? He had a thing for you and here you are right now, trying to find excuses to deny him.

“Please Y/N don’t say no…. I-I just want you to be safe… it’s pretty late too…. And you know how Seoul’s situation is pretty dangerous… I-I… god, it’s okay if you don’t want me to…”

His eyelashes blinked together as he scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. A moment of pregnant silence washing over the area.

“Tell me… did I really just stutter so much infront of you?”

You couldn’t help as the laughter slipped through your mouth.

The awkwardness died down as he joined in.

“You’re a funny guy, woo.” You clicked your tongue in amusement. His ears turned red immediately at your friendly compliment,

He was cute, damn cute.

“So…. May I please?”

You gave him a tired smile, “sure.”

“Bye, woo. Be safe!” You closed the door behind you as you entered your home. Your feet were killing you.

“Mom I’m home!”

You called out as you took off your coat, sighing deeply. “In here honey!” Her voice made your heart warm.

You quickly put on a smile as you saw your mother when you went into the kitchen, the look of love on her face made your eyes fill up with tears.

“Mama… you should be resting….” You grabbed her shoulders as she let you pull her in for a hug. “You’re sick… I could’ve cooked the meal tonight?” She didn’t reply but caressed your hair with her soft fingers, soothing your brain. “my love, you work non stop… for my bills… please I already feel so bad that I’ve been a burden- No mama please!”

Your hands tightened around her weak body, she was your everything. You loved her so much, she protected you, nurtured you all your life without a father.

You weren’t ready to lose her.

“Sweetheart…. Please don’t cry… I won’t leave you so easily you know?” She giggled with a heavy voice.

“You better not, mama!” You both giggled, your hands still wrapped around her, a silence fell over both of you when she broke the hug,

Her gaze was mischievous as she looked up and down at you. You wiped your tears away with confusion, oh you knew just what she’s onto.

“Mama…. NO.” You laughed as you avoided her eyes on your figure, “he’s such a nice boy… Y/N.”

“I like him.” Your mother reasoned, you sighed deeply, it wasn’t easy… you liked him but your situation was too complicated for you to actually handle a romantic relationship.

You wanted to focus on your mother.

“Mama…. You’re my sole focus right now… and our financial situation isn’t doing good… I need to find a good job too…” you grabbed her face and squeezed her cheeks, “okay?” You kissed her cheek,

She rolled her eyes at you and only sighed in reply.

“I’m gonna go take a shower!!!” You didn’t wait for her to object as you quickly left the kitchen.

Thank God it was Sunday tomorrow.

This week was purely hectic for you.

Your boss was also a pain in the ass, and being a barista at the local coffee shop wasn’t enough money for you to manage everything,

God you were so tensed.

You closed your eyes, letting your body fall onto your mattress, what were you going to do? You also needed to collect your mothers CT scan.

But there was still a week left.

“UGH!” you cried into your pillow. If only you could do something that would get you lord of money.

If only.

You picked up your phone and dialled your best friend’s number.

“Hey bae!” Her cheerful tone made your brain hurt, she was such a happy soul, you felt incredibly jealous. “Yerin…. I NEED AN INSANE AMOUNT OF MONEY.” You cried immediately.

Clenching your phone tightly, you made sure to not shout too loudly, you bedroom walls were so thin after all.

“Y/N my sweetheart…. Stop crying please…. Listen… I don’t know if you want this or not but…. ‘gyeom & I have planned a- ah well sort of a double date…. & his friend is coming…”

You stopped crying and knitted your brows together, utterly confused. “Are you kidding me? Yerin?” You couldn’t believe her. “Here I am crying to you because of my struggles and you have decided to bring me to a DOUBLE DATE?!”

“Y-Y/N please do this favour for me! Please Please! ‘Gyeom really wanted this! Th-That’s why Jung-LISTEN IM NOT INTERESTED IN THIS…” you cut her off.

Why didn’t your mother and Yerin understand that you didn’t want to date right now!?

“Y/N!!!! Please! He’s pretty handsome…. Very handsome to be fair…. And he’s yugyeom’s best friend and YOU ARE MY BEST FRIEND! You’ll definitely like him.”

You sighed deeply.

“Y/N please please for me! Please! Please agree!! I just know you will not regret it! Please!” You inhaled a sharp breath to calm your nerves down.

“Okay…. But just a one time thing…”

Her squealing on the other line made you laugh softly,

She was weird but your friend. You could do this.

Yeah, it wasn’t really a big deal for you, a few hour date with a supposed hottie wouldn’t hurt.

right?

“TOMORROW Y/N! actually another thing… it’s actually your date’s birthday tomorrow so… BYE!”

your eyes widened with the sudden information, before you could respond, the line went dead.

“LEE YERIN AHHH!”

Your outfit was okay, your makeup was minimal.

You didn’t really care about your appearance, your hair was normal, good for you, at least it didn’t decide to act all crazy today,

And you were here on time. you glanced at the time on your watch and actually, you were a few minutes early.

But whatever, you were so bored, yerin and yugyeom were always late. Sometimes you hated couples.

Who have them the right to be so happy… and to be in love.

The location to where you were was definitely lavish, maybe you’d admit that you did end up being a little underdressed for this restaurant but…

You were here, and too late to regret. It was yerin’s fault, she didn’t tel you that you were going to Seouls most expensive restaurant….

She did, but you felt way too lazy to change again.

“ugh I’m such a dumb fuck.” You tilted your head to the side, leaning your head down on the table. “Oh God I regret everything in life.”

“So, you are Y/N L/N.”

Your heart thumped at the strangers voice calling out your name, you raised your head up to see the owner of the voice.

“O-OH MY GOD.. YOU ARE JEON JUNGKOOK?!” You couldn’t help but scream as you stood up from your chair, your eyes were wide with shock. “W-What the fuck are you doing here?”

The mysterious man’s eyes were dark, you could tell he was surprised but, he was amused at your rude comment.

“Uh…. I’m here because of Yerin and Yugyeom’s double date plan?” He spoke in a calm manner,

Your cheeks get so tight all of a sudden, “yeah.. right! h-hi I’m your date!” You put on a huge smile as you sat down on your chair, The man was gorgeous.

Too gorgeous,

He sat right infront of you, his eyes on your face, with a weird emotion in his eyes. “Oh my god I can’t believe I’m on a date with South Korea’s Billionaire…..”

“Oh yes I know you… you’re practically a celebrity… haha.”

He furrowed his eyebrows.

At this point, you knew you were embarrassing yourself.

You glanced at Jungkook’s face which was filled with amusement and some other weird emotion you couldn’t pinpoint.

“U-Uh! Where is the couple I wonder?” You sighed, suddenly avoiding his gaze.

Did he have a habit of staring so intensely at everyone? He actually made time feel like it was slowly passing.

“So Mr Jeon? What do you do in your free time?” You coughed again, he kept on looking at you like you were a kohinoor diamond.

“Well. I like to spend my money.”

yes, rich guy.

It was getting really uncomfortable for you to sit straight under his gaze without the urge to squirm. “Yknow I’m a barista! I can also make great coffee, almost any type.”

“I hate my job.” You had to bit your tongue to stop yourself from speaking so much.

“I know, Y/N.” His slender fingers tapped on the table, the way he said your name with such familiarity made goosebumps rise on your skin.

You could feel them. “Oh yeah… Yerin must’ve told you my whole bio data hahaha!”

When he didn’t reply or even smile back, you wanted to run.

Run and never come back again.

“Seriously where the fuck are they?” It was hard for you to cover your shaking tone, He kept on staring at you like he wanted to eat you.

Ironic.

“excuse me for a moment, Y/N. I’ll be back, please feel free to order.” Jungkook stood up, you noticed his tall and buff built.

Scary.

“Uh sure!” You laughed again, to get rid of the unsettling feeling in the pit of your stomach. As you watched him walk away, a feeling of overwhelming relief washed over you,

You finally let out the breath you were holding. His aura was powerful and dark. You didn’t feel hungry at all anymore.

You wanted to go home.

Maybe you should, yes. You definitely should.

You grabbed your clutch, stood up and fixed your clothes, until your phone beeped.

You hurriedly took it out to see a text from your friend.

ye(rin):- sorry yn, I don’t think we’re going to make it tonight. 😭😭💔 plz don’t hate me. I hope you have fun w jungkook though,.. wish him a happy birthday from us! <333 love you!

You wanted to punch the wall and scream. You wanted to break your phone into pieces. But you couldn’t afford to do that.

“Going somewhere? Y/N?”

You closed your eyes with frustration, you couldn’t believe she set you up with a ridiculously rich hot creepy guy.

And now, you were going to celebrate his birthday with him.

You turned around to see him, “n-no! Of course not! Also… HAPPY BIRTHDAY MR JUNGKOOK. I’m going to, a stranger will celebrate your birthday with you because Yerin and Yugyeom can’t make it… haha.”

He smiled.

“I don’t mind that.”

Oh, you do.

All Mine - JJK (M)

→ pairing | Jeon Jungkook x Reader → genre | smut, angst, ceo!jungkook → word count | 6,431 → summary | CEO of one of the biggest companies in the country, Jungkook didn’t have much time for love. You were in love with him, but he didn’t feel the same way about you, at least that’s what you thought. → warnings |sex, Adult content, alcoholic beverages, low slang words. → A/N| I’ve been away for a long time, but I’m slowly coming back now. I haven’t come off hiatus yet, but it’s a start. Please, if you like it, reblog and comment, I’m always open to suggestions.

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Cool Anymore | JJK (Teaser)

Planned Publish Date: 8/31/2022 @ 8AM PDT | 9/1/2022 @ 12:00AM KST

Pairing: Jungkook x reader

Genre: angst, fluff, smut

AU: Established Relationship. Same couple as Hold My Hand and Through the Night. I am very in love with these two okay. 

Wordcount: 623 for the teaser | 5-6k maybe? Hopefully not more or I’ll lose my mind.

Summary: You’re begged to visit your boyfriend in the studio after he’s been avoiding you for weeks.

Warnings: Relationship issues. Mentions of anxiety. full smut warnings when I actually know what smut is actually included. 

Rating: M for the fic itself. Nothing really for this. 

AN: Basically using this as a deadline to make me actually finish this piece so I can focus on school. It’ll be my first real attempt at writing smut so please be gentle with me. 👉🏻👈🏻 Partially based off Jordan Davis and Julia Michaels - Cool Anymore as well as Julia Michaels - Issues. I love Julia Michaels if you weren’t aware.

I wasn’t intending on doing taglists, but if you’re 18+ or a moot and want to be added, let me know. Also let me know what you think, pls. It means a lot to be told if it sucks or not. 💜

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𓆩♡𓆪 “eat it like i need an apron on,” — jock!jk

·˚ ༘ 💌 TAGS — blowjobs, facials, (brief) titty fucking hehe, smutty little drabble based on a ask lmao

Soft sounds of rain pattering against your window outside fill your room. Your curtains are slightly parted, the cloudy gray sky dimly lighting your room. You have some show playing in the background, but you're more preoccupied with the a mouthful of cock.

You're on your knees in front of the bed, Jungkook's sitting on the edge, leaned back as he stares down at you while you work your lips around him. You've your swollen lips wrapped around the tip of his cock, suckling like a lollipop as you occasionally make obscene swallowing noises.

Low groans and quiet grunts leave Jungkook, he's focused on the way your soft tits smush together in that bralette you're wearing. He desperately wants to toss that little thing off and play with those soft tits of yours. He's resisting the urge to pull you up into his lap. Not to mention the pretty panties you got on.

"Mmm," you pull back and slap the tip on your tongue as you eye him, giving him the cutest pair of puppy eyes and pout.

"Don't give me that fuckin' pout," he grunts as he gently tugs your head back, the tip pops out of your mouth as your glossy lips are smeared with his pre-cum.

You pout even harder.

"Baby," he sighs, "whipped cream on my dick is very much unsanitary and a call for all sorts of infections." He says and pets your hair gently.

"I promise to clean it all up," his cock twitches, "pretty please? I wanna add sprinkles too." You bat your lashes as you swirl your tongue around the tip.

Jungkook moans lowly, how can you say shit like this and still look him in the eyes? It's so.. hot.. "How about I put them on your pretty tits baby? I'll make sure to make you look so pretty."

"Okay.." you softly say and then take the tip back into your mouth.

Jungkook closes his eyes and leans back as he sighs in pleasure and relaxes. He enjoys the pleasurable waves your mouth sends down his cock, it shoots down to his balls as they throb with need. He guides your head and bobs you up and down his cock. "Right there baby." He whispers.

Your mouth tightens around his cock whenever your head rises up. He hisses a couple of times, mouth falling open in a small 'o' as he shudders. "Mm, fuck, just like that baby, suckin' me so good." He slurs out.

Saliva coats his cock, the slide is messy and drool is dripping down your chin. For the most part your gag reflex isn't acting up which is something you're immensely pleased about. You happily continue to suck and lick at his cock with puppy eyes.

Jungkook’s moans are steadily growing a bit louder, you have half the mind to tell him to keep it down. Then you remember your walls for the majority are sound proof and Jennie isn’t home to witness this. So, you carry on.

“Suckin’ me like the nasty little slut you are.” He grunts as he runs his hands through your hair, “Look at you, even with a mouthful of cock you’re so cute.” He coos mockingly and gently slaps your cheek a couple of times.

You whine loudly and pull back, his cock slipping from your mouth as you pout. He chuckles breathlessly and gently motions to the bed, “Lay back on the bed baby, I wanna try something.” He winks.

Curiously you climb onto the bed and lay back on your pillows, “What are you gonna do?” You softly ask.

“Fuck these gorgeous tits of yours baby.” He licks his lips and fully slips his boxers off and straddles you. “Think you can show me them baby?” When you comply he runs his tongue over his lip as he smirks softly, “Good girl, push them together baby. Stick out that pretty tongue for me.”

You do as he says and watch as he slowly slides his cock between that space you’ve made by pushing your tits together. It’s a wet slide, you feel the leftover slobber you left on his cock on your skin. The tip occasionally slides against your tongue so you whine loudly.

“Jungkook..!” You frown cutely.

“What?” He laughs, “Baby mad cause she wanna suck on my cock?”

You nod and scoot a little bit downward so you can take the tip into your mouth as you suck on it. Jungkook watches you and then begins to sliding back a forth, balls rubbing against your soft tits since you’ve moved down. He groans softly when you manage to suck on him and add some nice pressure on the sensitive head.

“Oh fuck,” he groans leaning his head back.

His hips rock into your mouth a bit more forceful now. Obscene sucking noises fill the room as you slobber all over his cock. You moan against his cock and apply a bit more pressure on the head with your tongue. You can feel him throbbing in your mouth.

“Gonna cum baby.” He whispers as his eyes flutter shut.

He mindlessly rolls his hips for a few more minutes before he’s pulling out and stroking his cock rapidly. He aims it at your face and strokes himself until he cums on your pretty lips, smearing it around.

“So good for me baby,” he sighs in pleasure.

Jungkook leans back, spreading the mess everywhere as he cums on your tits and slaps his cock against your nipple. He loves the way you look covered in cum. “Say cheese baby.” He grins.

You stare up at the camera and fingertip on your lips as you lick some cum off it. “Cheese!” You giggle smiling, totally not caring about the cum on your lips and tits.

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The Lowlander (Complete)

Avvar Warrior Jungkook x Noble Halfelf OC

Summary: Out of the frying pan and into the fire: Marguerite is already used to life as a barely-tolerated outcast, being the elven daughter of an Orlesian noble, but after her travel party is attacked, she goes from one hostage situation to the next. Sure, her new "man" is brave and handsome and one of the best warriors in the Hold, but he's also hard-headed, impatient, and expects her to be the perfect Avvar woman. She refuses. She will not lose herself in this place. Anyway, she only has to endure him until she can figure out how to make her escape, or face an even worse evil at the end of a month...

CW: explicit sex, language, captor-captive trope & trope inversion, graphic violence, gore & grievous injuries, sexual assault, dub-con, power dynamics/imbalance, non-consensual touching, character death, murder, pregnancy loss & fertility issues, character death, period-typical sexism, loss of virginity, domestic violence, angst, fluff, smut, pining, depression, brief suicidal thoughts, hurt/comfort, really dark stressful times, loss, grief, drug use, alcohol use, religious themes, HAPPY ENDING THOUGH I swear

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At first Marguerite didn’t move, not at the first scream. It was low and angry and someone was always yelling at someone else here. Even the second scream didn’t give her much concern because at least it meant the violence was focused on someone else for the time being. She shifted in her wooden cage, wincing as the rough bars tugged at her hair. She barely slept anymore, just dozed curled up in a ball in the corner, because falling asleep inevitably meant waking up with someone stroking her face, tugging at her clothes, or poking her with a sharp stick. And that was just the kids, before the adults ran them off, so they could douse her with freezing water, throw rancid food in for her to gag at, or drag her out for what she understood to be a ritual beating. Every day. When the sun was at its highest. Without fail. 

Her ribs ached. Her lip was stiff and swollen. Her arms and legs were covered with the bloom of purple and brown bruises, the older ones even turning yellow. The scariest part honestly wasn’t the beating though, it was the order to the beating. There was process, intention, organization. They never beat her hard enough to break anything. They never caused her to lose consciousness. Just enough to make her cry, to make the ring of singing attendees cheer, and then she was doused with buckets of various things --herbs, seeds, hay, gravel, and water-- and dragged back to her cage. It was humiliating and terrifying and painful. But she wasn’t dead. The same couldn’t be said for anyone else taken from her travel party, those unfortunate enough not to just be killed instantly.

That they were counting down to something was obvious to Marguerite, though she didn’t know what. It confused and relieved her she hadn’t been raped or even molested, other than some wayward pinching. But the starving and beatings were enough, the jeering, the yelling strange words at her even though she was certain they spoke the common tongue same as her. Each day that passed in which she was only beaten, not killed, gave her more anxiety, not comfort. Something held them back, but she could see it in the way they stared at her, that whatever it was would not last forever. And she was afraid. And tired. And afraid. And hungry. And she just wanted to go home.

She’d grown familiar with most of her captors, at least by face. She didn’t know any names. The one who scared her most had long wild red hair and a jagged cut beneath his eye and he liked to hold her arm through the bars of the cage and stroke her hair so she couldn’t pull away. Sometimes he flicked his tongue at her, a filthy gesture that filled her with dread. Only once had he spoken common tongue to her.

“Go ahead, Lady. Piss yourself with fear. I like when my fuck smells like piss.”

“You’re vile,” she’d retorted without thinking of it. He’d thrown her across the cage; she’d gashed her forehead on a knot in one of the wood bars and then gone limp, pretending to be dead. It hadn’t fooled anyone.

All this was to say, Marguerite was miserable, and afraid, and a prisoner. So when the third shriek bled into a cacophony of shouts, she wasn’t sure whether it was a good thing or a bad thing. She stood in the cage, holding the wooden bars with trembling, frozen hands. Out of habit she glanced to the occupants of the other cages in the row but they were all empty. Everyone had died except her.

The attackers broke on the makeshift camp like a murderous wave. Marguerite watched with a detached horror as a spear of unfamiliar warriors shot straight through the camp, cutting down her captors left and right. Then the spear split, the warriors splintering out to take on the ones who lived here and all Marguerite could do was watch as blood sprayed, as shouts fractured into groans and silence. Bodies slammed back against her cage and she threw herself backwards, afraid of being injured and yet trapped.

Wait. But if she could get the cage open, now was the time to flee! She crawled around, searching for a body close enough for her to grab a weapon. The gate had a metal lock but the beams were held together by rough rope and maybe she could hack through it while no one paid her any attention. She jumped at the sound of stone and steel sparking against each other, at the sound of wood splintering under blunt force. She yelped as an arrow sliced through her cage, narrowly missing her and planting itself into a man on the other side. 

Marguerite crawled lower, trying to ignore anything that wasn’t her own heart beating in her ears. She couldn’t be distracted. This was her chance. She grabbed the collar of a body she just could barely reach and dragged, grunting at the exertion. It worked, at least enough for her to grab a dagger still tucked into his chest belt. Only to drop it because her hands were shaking too much. 

In trying to reach it again, she realized the red-head man had spotted her. He stood perfectly still and calm despite the whirl of battle around him. He grinned at her and stalked over, stabbing anyone who dared step in his way. When he reached the cage, he slammed the butt of his axe down on the lock twice to shatter it, and threw the cage door open.

“Leave me alone,” she pleaded.

He grinned, “No one to stop me now, girl. Let’s go.”

“No!”

He shrugged, his grin growing wider as he stepped in.

“Think I won’t fuck you right here? It’ll be all the sweeter with the smell of blood in the air.” 

She tried to dart past him but of course he was too quick. He grabbed her throat and slammed her down to the ground. Her layers of skirts and petticoats were a bit of a deterrent, perhaps they even did more to protect her than her thrashing and clawing and screaming. He tried to drag them up, all the layers, without dropping his axe.

It was frustrating him, her fighting angered him. He dropped the axe and grabbed her shoulders, slamming her down so hard she briefly saw stars. Dazed, she looked to the side, to the eerie battle still raging just beyond the cage. The sun had only just come up. It was all so strange, how quickly the world had gone from night to red with blood and here she was just in the middle of it, helpless to stop this angry man from having his way with her.

Her gaze came back into focus, pausing briefly on a man who locked eyes with her. He’d frozen, or maybe she was disoriented. Whatever the truth, the moment of eye contact was enough to knock her back into herself. 

The red-head man had succeeded in dragging her skirts up and was about to just rip clear through her pantaloons. She bucked beneath him, catching him off-guard. Not enough to toss him off, but enough to buy her a second. She shrieked and kicked her legs.

“Get off me! Go! Get off you disgusting, foul--” She broke off with an ear-splitting shriek when a sharp point suddenly bloomed from the man’s chest, stopping only a foot above her own. He looked with confusion down at it for a second, only to then spin.

The man she’d seen a moment ago, the one she’d made eye contact with, easily danced around the red-head man as he grabbed his axe. Marguerite threw herself backwards to get away from the clash of weapons in the small space, the red-head man still fighting on despite the spear skewed through his chest. It was horrifying. Blood streamed out, and her hands slipped on it, knocking her onto her back. 

The new man gave the red-head man a bemused stare, then stepped forward, swung his own axe the opposite way, and cleaved the man’s head from his body like it was nothing. 

Marguerite’s head swooned. She scrambled backwards, gagging and retching up sour bile as she rolled through the open gate of the cage and landed painfully on the cold stones below. She didn’t need to stick around to find out what this new man would do with the spoils of his battle. 

But being outside of her cage meant now there was nothing at all protecting her from the furious conflict. She darted here and there, trying to remain out of the way, but weapons were flying, arrows zoomed by, heavy bodies stumbled and thudded, and the ground was littered with things to trip her up. She also didn’t know this place; she’d only been led routinely up and down a single path. She didn’t know where to go to escape. She couldn’t think or see clearly. All she knew was get away.

A heavy boot stomped on her. She yelped and rolled as the person continued to fall, a massive man who would have easily crushed her on impact if someone hadn’t grabbed her arm and dragged her up.

“Stay close,” the man from earlier told her, pressing her to his side.

“What?” The fact he spoke common tongue baffled her. The fact he’d followed her. Even his command. Suddenly he pushed her down, spinning around her and biting out with his axe. A second later she felt the spray of warm blood across her face and hands, which she’d covered her eyes with. She was going to die. There was no way she could survive this murderous chaos. The whistle of an arrow inches from her ear would have made her piss herself for real if she hadn’t been so dehydrated.

A grunt made her open her eyes again. The man wiped at his forehead, plastering his hair back with blood and sweat. His ponytail barely held his wild hair, and the blood dripping down from a gash on his crown mixed with the white and black paint decorating his skin, making him look wild and terrible. His eyes were opened wide, searching around for the nearest threat, thick eyebrows in a stern angle. His dark gaze found her. He had no facial hair, which surprised her among these people, making her briefly wonder his age. 

His age didn’t matter. He clearly was a competent warrior, comfortable on the battlefield; in an instant he’d turned from her and carved through two more warriors like they were nothing, his axe flashing as if he merely danced. Their bodies fell without even a counter attack. He’d even stepped backwards, so then all he had to do was turn and grab her arm to drag her up.

For a moment he stared into her face, far too close for comfort, and yet… his eyes narrowed like he recognized her. Like he’d confirmed she was someone in particular, even though she was certain she’d never seen him in her life. 

“You are ok?” he asked.

It was wild. It was the first humane question anyone had asked her since the she’d watched her travel party slaughtered as she was carried off by cruel, evil men. It was the first drop of compassion. And it broke her. Was this a good man? Had he come to save her? She grabbed hold of his vest and pulled herself against his chest, desperate to believe there could be an end in sight to her torment.

“Save me,” she pleaded. “Take me home. Please. Please. ” 

His arm wrapped suddenly around her, yanking her around as he lifted his axe and grunted at the effort of keeping the incoming strike away from her. She cried out and buried her face against the leather and furs on his chest. When his hand pressed to her head, holding her there, she felt the briefest moment of… relief. Someone strong had her, someone who had not yet hurt her, someone who was killing those evil men. His paint was scary but maybe it was a nice man under it, maybe not even a man much older than her. It was over.

He dragged her away from his chest, and panic replaced the momentary relief, panic he was about to push her away. Maybe she’d misjudged him. Maybe it was only instinct that had made him protect her but he was repulsed by her clinginess. 

But the look he gave her was so strange. For a moment, his gaze overpowered all the chaos, his eyes looked so impossibly large and deep and gentle that it completely disarmed her. She’d managed to shock him, that much was clear, and it shocked her that a fierce warrior like this could be shocked. 

Just as quickly the look passed. His face hardened and he gripped her arm, dragging her along. She barely felt his touch though, tossed now back into awareness of what felt like the final minutes of the attack. Only a handful of warriors still clashed. She watched as one of her captors suddenly dashed his axe across his own throw, blood fountaining out as he slid to his knees. She gasped and leapt closer to the warrior she’d attached herself to, but it made her stumble. He wrenched her back to her feet and kept her moving but it hurt her arm.

“You’re hurting me.”

“Be silent,” he told her, his voice sharp in a way that made her sulk. So much for the hero, talking to a lady like that…

He dragged her away from the camp, to where many of the people he’d arrived with were cleaning weapons and inspecting wounds. He shoved her forward, pushing her down to the ground next to several bound men from the tribe that had held her. One hissed and snapped at her and she yelped and shuffled backwards away from him; one of the new warriors swiftly kicked him in the ribs. Before she could thank him though she saw his gaze, the gleam in his eye as it raked over her.

These men too spoke the common tongue, they must, because her savior had used it. But it was another language they spoke to each other now, a half dozen fo them suddenly animatedly talking about her. One held up a length of rope, another raised his axe, and while she didn’t understand she could sure make some guesses what they were arguing about. A man behind her grabbed her arm and lifted her clear off the ground, pressing his face close to her face and breathing heavily. When she yelped and struggled and kicked him, he laughed and dropped her roughly back to the ground.

Desperately she looked around for the man who’d saved her, eager for his protection once again. The other men weren’t all like him, she understood now. Maybe they were just as bad as the first tribe. Winning didn’t make you kind or good. But he, he was different, right? He’d saved her. He had kind eyes. He was easy to pick out, his hair dark while so many others either had lighter hair or had painted over their dark hair. He hadn’t painted his hair, but slicked it back again now, trying to tuck it back into the leather strap it refused to be held by. It wasn’t quite long enough, she realized, which would have been humanizing, if he didn’t look otherwise so… serious. Unconcerned with her. Focused only on the battle. 

Questions were asked of him that he answered shortly, and when someone pointed at her, he only flicked his hand in her direction. The dismissal was clear. She protested but there was nothing else he’d do for her, he didn’t even look at her again as a man grabbed her and tossed her over the back of a horse. She tried to wriggle into a better position, one that didn’t make it hard to breathe, but they’d already begun walking, even though the clashing had just finished and people were still picking through the camp.

It was destroyed, she realized with a start. She’d thought her captors cruel and invincible, but they’d been carved up like a turkey. She stared at the place, watching as a few fires were put out, the smoke curling up to the sky. Bodies were left where they’d fallen, except for a few which must belong to this new tribe; some men remained behind, carefully wrapping them onto boards. Meanwhile the hostages taken alive were tied and dragged behind the horses, expected to walk or let the skin be torn from their asses.

There was no guarantee these new captors were better. Whatever brief hope she’d placed in her savior was quickly buried by the familiar, hungry looks men gave her as they mounted horses and rode around her. It was all the same to her. She wouldn’t know they were any different if she hadn’t seen them killing the other men. Those men had beaten but not raped her. Would that be different now? A new tribe, new rules, new dangers. She couldn’t do it. She couldn’t do this anymore.

There wasn’t a good moment so she just went for it. She slid from the horse, but the impact of landing on her feet was harder than she expected and she fell on her ass. Still reeling, she leapt up and took off at a sprint.

Comically fast, she was lifted from her feet by a rider. 

“Bad girl,” this new man told her, giving her a broad grin. “Do not run.”

“Let me go.”

“Scarier things than us out there.”

“There’s nothing scarier than barbarians,” she argued, only to gasp when he shook her. He just dangled her above the ground with one arm like she weighed nothing.

“Yes,” he told her, chuckling. “Angry barbarians. Be good or I break your legs.”

She went silent, only to whimper when he dragged her sideways into his lap. That was not where she wanted to be, his arms wrapped around her as he held the reins of his horse. Another man said said something to this man that made him laugh and pat her ass. She glared but figured it had little threat behind it. She was helpless. She was always so helpless.

Turning away with shame, she saw the man with the dark ponytail again. He stared at her a moment, then turned his horse and rode ahead, finished with her.

Marguerite cried silent tears as she was simply transported from one captivity to another.

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DDLG - jjk

he was looking for someone to pamper and tease and i couldn't be happier to oblige, but who wouldn't? everything about him is addictive.

» genre: smut! ddlg ... clearly.

» word count: 2k

DDLG - jjk

i wasn't entirely sure what i was to jungkook. if we were just friends, maybe more, or just someone who matches his sexual desires perfectly enough to keep around.

i never dared to ask. i was afraid of the answer. regardless of a label, i knew what was expected of me. i'm his baby. he's my daddy. he was looking for someone to pamper and tease and i couldn't be happier to oblige, but who wouldn't? everything about him is addictive. the way he smiles, the way he laughs, the way he walks, or hums when he's focused on a task, the mischievous grin and dark hooded eyes when he's making his intentions clear to me with a mere look.

there was nothing about him that was lacking. to say he had me wrapped around his finger was simply an understatement.

so here i lay, in his bed, between his satin sheets as i play with them, enjoying the way they feel against my bare skin.

he'd put in a request half an hour ago. giving me specific instructions of how he wanted this to go, the text read, "inside of my closet is a present for you, since you've been a good girl :) put it on, i want you on my bed and waiting. you know your rules, ill be there soon princess <3"

his intoxicating image has made a home in my mind, playing tricks on me. you know your rules, he said. he knew how excited i would be, and how impatient i am. i'm sure the prize for waiting and doing as he says is much better than giving into my desires now, but my agitated body disagrees with my rationality.

it began as a slight rut against the bed. the sheets folded just right underneath me, and i liked it. so i kept going. pushing my hips against the bed desperately. the more i do it the more needy i become, and the faster and harder i'm compelled to grind myself against the soft sheets. i let out quiet moans and whines. my eyes tightly shut as i yearn to feel something more. i imagine myself sat atop his lap. situated on his strong thighs as he guides my hips just the way he wants them.

i unconsciously moan his name, the only name i know. the only comprehensible thought i can make up. i know grinding against hardly anything won't get me what i want, a sweet release, so i decide to lean back against the pillows, spreading my legs slowly as i run a finger against the lingerie, his present to me for being a good girl, he said. but what i was doing was anything but good. that was rule number two, only under the name rule, and i had never broken it before.

the guilt overtakes my thoughts for a moment, causing my hand to drop against the bed. so worked up and impatient, tears threatening to fall from my eyes.

"you finished?" i hear his honey voice speak, finally walking fully into the room. my eyes widen and i sit up straight on the bed.

“i-i did as you asked daddy."

he stares at me, looking me up and down as he bites his lip, absolutely adoring the sight. "i knew you'd look delectable in that color. i almost cant keep stop myself from touching you." he speaks slowly, sensually, leaning down to me and pressing his lips against my ear, "but i'll have to, because you've earned yourself a punishment." i open my mouth to plead my case but he's quick to wrap his strong hand around my neck, squeezing at the sides. "not a word. you know what you did. i'm awfully disappointed. i had the whole night planned out, but you ruined it."

“sorry." i speak weakly, hardly audible. i almost think he doesn't hear me until he smiles.

"you will be." he backs away from me, moving to the other side of the room to rummage around in his closet.

"you've been so good to me baby. did you think you'd get away with it? did you think i would be too stupid to notice you dripping before i even got here?" he chuckles, "how dare you take me for an idiot."

my eyes begin to water at his insulting words, "i-i don't think that at all, i was thinking of you, i-i want you daddy please." i cry out, my heart racing from fear.

“i'm sure you were. if you wanted to be a pathetic slut then you should've just said so. but now, ill have to treat you like one, so you won't do it again, got it?"

he looks me in the eyes, a hint of worry evident in his eyes. he's never been rough with me. unsure of how i'd respond to it, scared of pushing it too far. but all i want is to please him, so i nod. agreeing to take whatever punishment he sees fit. he brushes my hair behind my ear, kissing my neck as he joins me on the bed, "your crying won't change my mind. lay down. ass up."

i gulp nervously, complying with his instructions, the curiosity eating away at my mind. i hadn't paid any attention to the objects he grabbed. he placed something cold and flat against my ass, smoothing it around the area, "say your color if it becomes too much."

"i-i can do it daddy." i reassure him. knowing his last statement about my crying was a lie, he was genuinely worried for me. but he was just as curious as i was, he wanted to see how far he could push me. and i was willing to go as far as i could for him. just as quickly as the object of lifted off of my behind, it's smacked back down, the sound bouncing around the room with my cries following quickly after. he places the cold paddle against the place he'd hit, circling it around the heated area. "that's one, count for me baby." he lifts it again, slamming it back down against my body with an equal amount of force. i can see him enjoying this almost too much.

i would have never pegged him for a sadist, but the way he watches the paddle as it smacks against my ass, making it jiggle and turn tart-red repeatedly, has me rethinking the way i'd drawn him up in my head.

"t-two." i choke out. he does it again, and again, and again. for the sixth one he switches from my left cheek to my right, finishing out the ten spanks on that side. "ten." i gasp, out of breathe and exhausted already. i feel his hands on my butt, massaging the agitated area as he showers me with compliments. "turn around baby, let me see your pretty face."

i sniffle and wipe the tears on my cheeks as i sit up to face him. he asks, "how do you feel?"

i nod my head, "good." he smiles, tugging me into his arms and placing gentle kisses on my head, "you did so well my baby, i had more for you but i don't think i can bear to see you cry anymore."

my eyes flash to his for a moment, "im sorry, i'm just sensitive. i liked it, really." i tell him. not sure if i'm honest, but if he asked to do it again, i know i couldn't tell him no.

"lay down. relax, the hard part is over." he tells me. i nod, crawling towards the head of the bed as i lay against the pillows. he's quick to meet me, pulling me in for an intoxicating kiss. he starts off slow, showing how much he cares through his actions but he gets carried away, growing more aggressive. shoving his tongue in my mouth and biting my lips.

i feel his hand dancing around my hips, slipping off my panties before sliding my bra off my shoulders, leaving myself completely bare for him to use however he pleases.

"you're gorgeous. i can't tell if i want to preserve your perfect skin or mark it until you're covered in nothing but me." he growls into my ear, making me whimper at the thought.

he smiles, dipping a hand between my legs to feel how hot and wet i was. he curses, "fuck, you really did like to be spanked didn't you?"

i don't answer, too distracted by his hand so close to where i need him the most. he's got me so worked up, so desperate for him to do anything at all. he knows it too, grabbing his final toy of choice and putting it against my heat. i jump at the feeling of a foreign object replacing what was the warmth of his hand.

he shushes me, peppering kisses on my bare shoulder, "im gonna make you feel good baby, this is your reward."

i allow myself to relax further into the bed, feeling him turn the object on. it's light humming filling the room, he begins to move it up and down my slit, wetting it and watching me squirm from an unknown pleasure.

he turns it up a notch and i let out a moan. he places his other hand on my lower stomach, massaging it and adding pressure. he decides to push it even further, slipping the vibrator inside of me slowly. i grab onto his arm, the need to have something inside of me only somewhat satisfied by the object. i know i'm close as my stomach feels tighter and i grow more and more sensitive, "d-daddy, please.”i whimper.

he looks at me with curiosity, "please what baby?"

i hum, trying my hardest not to come undone right here, "i-i'm so close."

he chuckles, "then come, i never said you couldn't."

i shake my head, "wanna come on y-you." he doesn't react immediately, too focused on the way i look while he controls my pleasure.

he then removes the toy, all of his clothes following after, "how can i say no to that?" i smile and he crawls over me, his finger under my chin to make me look him in the eyes as he enters me, "god you're so much tighter." he says, hardly keeping himself together.

he begins to thrust slowly but i whine, "h-harder please."

he looks taken aback at first, then he grins mischievously, "have i turned you into a slut baby?" he begins pounding into me, lifting my hips up to get a deeper angle inside of me, hitting my g-spot with every thrust causing me to scream out and grab at his bare back, moaning his name in his ear as a token of my approval.

he chuckles darkly in my ear, "you're gonna cum so fast aren't you? go on. cum all over my cock baby, you've earned it."

my orgasm comes crashing hard, my walls tightening repeatedly on him as he hisses, struggling to keep up as he feels himself a lot closer than before. "fuck baby, you're shaking, do i make you feel that good?"

"yes," i answer breathlessly as he fucks me into overstimulation. after a few minutes of him pounding into me i feel him twitch, with little warning he spills out inside of me, continuing to use me to ride out his orgasm.

he pulls out and immediately crashes onto the bed beside me. i lay still, my body feeling numb as it comes down from a mind blowing orgasm. he laughs, "fuck that was good." i smile at his enthusiasm and he continues. "so round two?"

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𓆩♡𓆪 “i ain’t motherfuckin’ sharing,” — jock!jk

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Today's another good day for you (so you think), you wake up to a fluffy ball of rabbit laying across your forehead sleeping peacefully. The sun peeks through the blinds, you pat the side of your pillow for your phone. You turn it on to check your notifications and amongst the many Instagram notifications and messages your eyes land on Jungkook's.

You smile sleepily, opening his message and replying to it. You always look forward to these morning messages from Jungkook. They vary sometimes but usually they regard the same topic: saying good morning. You snuggle into the pillow happily, petting your bunny's little head as it squeaks softly and snuggles close.

"Are you hungry Luna?" You softly say as the bunny perks up, ears and nose twitching. "Oh I bet you are." You coo.

Your morning goes as usual, you bring out Luna's food and set her in her cage. While she eats you hop into the shower, relaxing under the warm water and singing softly. Your roommate is most likely out, Jennie's a early riser and her classes usually land around early morning while yours tend to be around mid-morning.

When Luna is ready to be carried around you stroll over, dressed in only panties and a bra as you gently pick her up. "Mm," you place a kiss on her head and nuzzle her, "should I make some avocado toast? Or oatmeal?" You ask, as if Luna would even answer.

"Ahhh toast." You say with a giggle, bending over as you rummage the fridge with Luna pressed tight against your chest. "Luna you're such a spoiled bunny, have I told you that?" You say as you bring out the stuff you need for your breakfast, "Reminds me.. gotta buy some berries later on." You ramble off as you set Luna down.

That's how your morning goes, you eat breakfast and then get ready for your classes. For some reason you're in a really happy mood, singing along to some song playing on the radio as you drive to your college. Everything is going your way and you even stop to buy a strawberry milk tea and a cookie.

"Hi y/n." Some girl says as you walk by.

"Hi." You reply, cheerfully if anything as you happily stroll down to your business class.

You feel like nothing could ruin your day. You're going to enjoy today and be productive. Maybe you can ask Jungkook if he wants to go grocery shopping with you. Oh that sounds like a great idea actually. You quickly type out your message and before you can send it someone taps you on your shoulder.

"Oh," you turn to look up at the girl, "hi." It's one of your friends and it makes you smile.

"Hey," she softly smiles back and sits down, "how you been?"

"Oh, really good actually. Today I slept in and I had some avocado toast for breakfast with Luna, Luna's a little fat but that's okay because she's cute," you ramble off as you tell your friend in depth about which song you sang in the car, "and I bought this cookie too."

She chuckles quietly and shakes her head at your antics, but this is why you like her! She always listens and is just so nice. "Sounds like you had a good morning.." she trails off, sounding almost hesitant to speak.

"Oh yeah, and I'm going out to buy berries much later on. I might even go with Jungkook if he isn't busy." You chirp.

Her face falls just a little from that. "Oh.. Jungkook," she says as she shakes her head, "I uh... I didn't know you two were like together or something." She says as she digs her phone out of her pocket, "My friend's been going around saying that Jungkook are her are supposedly talking. I doubt it but like they definitely have been texting like messing around and shit." She says and pulls up the screenshots.

"Huh?" You quietly say, face falling at her words. "Talking to who?" You peek over and see some chick you vaguely recognize due to her being on the cheer squad. "Have they... hung out?" You ask hesitantly.

She shrugs, "I think so, she posted a picture the other night of her sitting on someone's lap, I dunno if it was him cause she cropped out the dude's face." She pulls up her friend's story and shows you.

Your heart literally hurts when you see that it is indeed Jungkook sitting there with her all over him. You purse your lips and frown, "Oh... I didn't know." You softly say, "But um no he isn't my boyfriend or anything." You say quietly.

"I'm sorry.. I just wanted to let you know and stuff, in case you and him were talking." She looks genuinely concerned and saddened by this.

"No, no," you quickly wave your hands, "it's okay!^^' " You smile.

The revelation bothers you for the rest of the day. You're stuck thinking about that stupid photo, huffing to yourself as you make your way to your car. You were having such a nice day too!

"Stupid.. stupid, stupid." You mumble as you kick rocks and pout. You suppose you can't be too upset over this, you and Jungkook really aren't a item so it doesn't make sense to be all angry at him and stuff. But still it hurts you know.

You're snapped out of your thoughts when a hand comes to grip your shoulder and turn you around. "y/n." It's the last person you wanna see..

"Hi." You softly reply as you look up at Jungkook, pout still evident on your face as you stare into his eyes. Jungkook kisses your pouty lips until you're huffing in annoyance and turning your face away with a frown, "What is it?" You don't mean to snap but your tone just comes out that way before you can even control it.

Jungkook looks taken back, "Oh? Baby got attitude today." He says as he pulls away with a chuckle, "Why you mad hm?" His hands slowly ease down to your ass as he gently squeezes it.

You feel bad but then you remember he had his hands in the same exact position with that other girl a few nights ago and you instantly sour. "No reason," you mumble, "I have to really go though." You slowly push him away.

"To the grocery store right?" Jungkook says as he surprisingly lets you go, "You want me to take you or we go in your car baby?" He leans against the hood of your car, eyeing you up and down like usual.

You shake your head, "Mm-mm, I'm okay. I don't need you to come anymore, I'm going by myself."

Jungkook looks at you weird, you never go by yourself.. and you never decline an invitation for him to tag along etc. Grocery store runs were your thing with him! "Okay..?" He says with a confused frown on his face, "You invited me earlier, did you forget–"

"No I didn't forget," you sigh in exasperation as you open your car door and stare at him, "and now I'm telling you, you don't need to come." You rush out, "So just go away.."

Jungkook is really shocked now. He steps back from your car and sees how serious you are. He frowns a little and opens his mouth to say something but you're already starting the car. You feel really bad but at the same time you're very angry..

You drive off like that, sad and confused.

+

Jungkook sends a series of texts that you ignore. You admit that the grocery shopping trip is boring and lonely without Jungkook. You long for him but the images of him and the girl always appear in your head and it makes you incredibly frustrated and upset.

Jennie finds you like that at home too, curled up in bed with a angry pout. “What’s up with you?” She says as she leans against the doorway, unfazed by your nudity.

“… I’m sad.” You softly say.

“Why?” Jennie perks up, eyes narrowed as she waits for the answer.

You look at her like a wounded puppy, “Because today one of my friends told me that Jungkook was hanging out with some girl and then there was a picture of them two together and she was sitting on his lap, that’s my lap.” You sadly whimper.

Jennie sighs, “Oh y/n,” she goes over to gently hug you as she strokes your hair, “you’re too good for him baby,” she shakes her head, “he doesn’t deserve you.”

You close your eyes and just sigh sadly, “He’s a meanie.”

“A big one.” Jennie softly replies and presses a kiss to your head.

Hours pass by and it’s night time, you lay there with Luna on your chest as she sleeps peacefully. Some HBO show is playing but you don’t care much for it. Jennie took the liberty of making you comfort food and leaving it at your bedside table. You appreciate her a lot, grateful to have such a caring roommate.

“You always help others, so let me take care of you.” She said. It feels nice finally getting something in return.

Your phone does buzz, but you can’t bring yourself to open it and check who it is, you’re too busy wallowing in self pity. You barely register the sound of the front door knocking, and then Jennie sounding… angry? You kiss Luna’s head and gently set her down as you shrug a sweater on.

“You’re a asshole you know that?” You hear Jennie spit out, “And right now you need to leave because I don’t think she wants to see you.”

You curiously peek around the corner, hiding as you tilt your head. Jungkook easily towers over Jennie, standing there in his usual attire. He looks a little anxious and overall not happy. It hurts to see him like that and you wanna ask but you refrain from doing so.

“Please just ten minutes Jen, ten minutes is all I ask for.” He replies.

“Ten minutes? For what, so you can sweet talk your way out of whatever the fuck you did this time? I don’t think so. Have a good night.” Jennie goes to close the door when Jungkook stops her because he finally spots you.

“y/n! y/n baby please let me talk to you.” He says desperately, gripping the doorway as Jennie struggles to close the door.

Your heart aches and you sigh softly as you step out and look at Jennie, “I’ll be outside okay,” you softly smile and pat her shoulder, “ten minutes.” You say, trying to muster the most serious face ever.

“Okay.” Jungkook breathes out, stepping away from the door as Jennie lets you slide through.

“Let me know if this fucker tries anything, I got pepper spray and I’ll get your ass if you try and get lucky with her.” Jennie glares as she closes the door behind you.

You stand close by the door, staring up at him as you fiddle with the hem of the sweater you got on. “So,” you softly say, “what did you wanna talk about?”

Jungkook sighs as he cups your cheeks, “Are you upset with me?” He says as he stares into your glassy eyes, “She meant nothing to me baby, I swear it to you I didn’t do anything with her, she just sat in my lap and took the photo.” He says as he rubs his thumb against your cheek.

Your eyes water as you make a low pained noise, “Oh my baby, don’t cry pretty girl.” Jungkook says as he brings you closer and hugs you to his chest, “You know I’d never do anything with anyone who isn’t you.” He says as he rocks side to side with you.

“B-But she said you guys were talking,” you hiccup softly and look at him, “are you?”

“No baby, I’m not.” He says and cups your cheeks.

You smack his chest with a tiny fist, glaring at him as you pull away, “Don’t ever do that to me! That isn’t nice! That’s suppose to be my lap! Not hers!” You smack his chest gently a couple of more times.

Jungkook’s laugh is cut off as he gently grips your sides and holds you steady, “Okay baby, my lap is yours.” He says as he holds you against him, “C’mon, let’s get you inside you’re not even wearing pants.” He snorts.

You open the door, “I don’t like clothes! They make me feel all itchy and stuff, feels better to just let the air in.” You say as you take him by the hand, leading him to your room as you close the door and wiggle out of the sweater you had on.

“You look much prettier without clothes anyways.” He says as he shrugs his own shirt off and tosses it to the corner somewhere.

“You always say that..” you pout as you climb into bed, gently setting Luna back on your tits as you stroke her little head and watch her perk up. “What? This is Luna’s favorite spot to sleep in.” You giggle.

Jungkook puts his hands up, “I’m not judging baby.” He gets in bed with you and pulls you to him, “C’mere.” He softly says as he holds you close to him.

You smile to yourself and snuggle into his neck, “Mm.. you only like me right? No one else?” You softly say.

“No one else,” he shakes his head, smooching your forehead shortly after, “I swear it baby.”

You smile giddily, setting Luna aside as you climb on to Jungkook’s lap and lean forward to kiss him gently. He accepts rather eagerly and settles his hands on your ass. “Mm, baby missed me?” He asks against your lips.

“Yes,” you softly moan against him, reaching down to set your hands on his abdomen for purchase, “was lonely all day without you, the store was boring too.”

Jungkook chuckles breathily, “Yeah? Well you did un-invite me baby.” He says as he massages your soft ass cheeks, pulling the waist band of your panties and letting it snap back.

You huff, “You know why.” You say and smother him in more kisses, “I didn’t like seeing her in your lap.” You say as you cup his cheek, “Made me sad.”

Jungkook stares up at you and licks his lips as he pulls the straps of your bra down and kisses your tit gently, “How can I make it up to you baby? Show you how sorry I am?” He says, enveloping your hard nipple into his mouth and sucking gently.

You softly moan in response and grip his hair, “Mm, like this,” you say as you hold his head closer to your tit while grinding down on his crotch, “feels so good like this.”

Jungkook moans against your tit and steadies you by your hips. He ends up fucking you like that, holding your legs wide apart as you squeal and cry out. He makes your pussy cream around his cock like three times, each time leaving you a little breathless. He fucks you so hard you can’t walk afterwards.

He watches you wobble to the bathroom with a lazy smirk on his face. He even adds a teasing, “Need help there?”

The night goes on like that, watching some movies and eating late night snacks as you both catch up on the missed time for the day. You know that technically Jungkook didn’t have to do all that cause you’re not dating but it makes you happy to see him stick by you loyally.

You’re smug as a motherfucker the next day when he takes you out for a small date. He posts you on his story for everyone to see, including that bitch who thought she had a chance.

‘You thought,’ you think smugly.

[The next day. . .]

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someone requested a drabble where reader gets sad cause jk’s with another girl so here you go hehe.

YOU ARE MY CROWN

Synopsis : He doesn't want anybody but you.

Pairing : Yandere prince Jeonjungkook x servant reader

Genre : smut, royal au

[WORD COUNT : 2.9K]

Warnings : 18+, Profanity, kissing, smut, nipple play, YANDERE AND OBSESSIVE themes, bathtub sex, BDSM, fruit juice licking off body kink (what the hell I know)

Disclaimer : I do not own BTS, this is PURE FUCKING FICTION, ty!

-

Jungkook lazily opened his eyes to find just another concubine snuggled in his embrace. His mood turned sour! What a way to ruin someone's morning! He shoved her away and sat up.

He was the next in line to aquire the throne-he was the crown prince. He was pretty much a king himself as his mother and father had already passed away. It was the rule that when a prince succeeds to the throne and officially inherit the title of the King, he must either have a wife or bedded someone already, only then will he be able to proceed with the coronation.

What an ass of a rule!

Thanks to it, endless ministers have tried sending in their daughters to warm up his bed and win the chance to be the queen's father but none of their daughters could properly engage in the explicit activity because Jungkook made sure no lady touches his body covered underneath his clothes.

Except one lady.

Your father was no minister, it was obvious that a commoner like you can't even pass the screening test to enter as an eligible candidate. Jungkook knew it so he even offered your father the spot of a minister.

Your father was a smart man unlike other farmers of your village, he knew that Jungkook must has his motive behind it. Ofcourse he knew that nothing in the world comes for free.

So when Jungkook chuckled and revealed his true intentions, he outright turned the offer down, your mother had eloped with a minister, a man of the palace. There was no way he would send his daughter to a place he hated with every fiber on his body.

Jungkook scoffed, "what a foolish man!" As he ordered his men to find dirt on your father and if they didn't find any then they must put the dirt on him.

And just like that your father was imprisoned and you were going to be brought to the palace today as a servant.

-

When he stepped out of the pearl room (room meant for non married king/prince to sleep with a female), his servants bowed in greeting.

He looked over them with unbothered eyes but they instantly sparkled up the moment he spot you in the back, head held down like the rest of them.

"Raise your heads!" His voice commanded.

"Your Highness--" "Eunuch Kim." Jungkook cut off the Eunuch in mid sentence.

"Yes, your highness?"

"You know well that I only allow one Eunuch to dress me up and assist me to the bath right?" He raised his eyebrows towards the Eunuch.

"Y-yes your highness. That is me." He said.

"Today onwards those tasks will be performed by my new servant." He smiled.

"Yes Highness. Hwang Y/N please come forward." The Eunuch called out.

Your ears perked at your name and with head still held down you went near them.

Jungkook exhaled, this was finally happening and he can't wait anymore.

-

You went inside his dressing chamber, a little nervous. You have never undressed anyone in your entire life except yourself, let alone a man.

"Don't be afraid Y/N, it's easy. Wait let me demonstrate, bring the clothes here. " And you obeyed him.

You carried the fresh undergarments and the red robe and kept it on a wooden stand next to him.

"Great! Now this is how you undress." He took your hands in his which obviously surprised you so you instantly looked up only to look down at the very next moment.

"Y/N focus here." He giggled as he found your shyness cute.

"Y-yes your highness. " And you hesitantly looked up while his hands were tangled with yours untying his robe.

"Just like that untie my vest." He said as he let go off your hands. You untied the vest and looked away in an instant once again as his bare chest was visible.

He tried his best to hold down his chuckle, gosh how could one be so fucking cute was beyond him.

"Why are you looking away Y/N?" He asked you with a bunny smile. "The s-servants are not supposed to see your highness' bare body." You told him.

He held your shoulders, "These rules are for other servants, you are mine. If you are going to dress up your ruler, you should look at him to not make any mistakes, isn't it?"

Right, you were doing a servant's job, you should do it properly.

You looked at him, eyes flickered at his six packs for a millisecond, which obviously didn't go unnoticed from Jungkook's eyes.

He had an evil grin.

-

After having such a weird morning, you were supposed to go back to the Maidservant as she would assign you other tasks.

All the servants had the breakfast and then you approached the Maidservant.

"Why?" You looked at maidservant in question.

"What do you mean by why? If his highness ordered you to only serve him, how can I tell you to do other tasks. Go now! Prepare his highness' bathtub and clothes, he will return from the palace hall after an hour." With that said she went away.

-

You brought the clothes from the maids and prepared the bath with water of adequate temperature with rose petals floating in them.

You heard someone step in, you instinctively turned to see who it was only to turn your head away in a jiffy.

Why the fuck was he entirely naked?

He smirked.

He stepped into the water and sat down with his eyes closing in relief. Then he called your name, "Y/N why aren't you doing your job?" Ah right, why were you sitting at the edge instead of preparing his accessories.

You bowed quickly, "Ap-apologies your highness. I will right away prepare the ornaments." You hurriedly stood up to run.

"Halt!" Your feet froze on the spot as his voiced boomed throughout the big bathroom.

You gulped and slowly turned towards him.

He was amused, "I was talking about your job to clean me."

You blinked, was there a job like that?

"Step in here with the soap and clean my body like you clean yours." He said.

Your eyes fluttered after listening to it but you had to do it afterall. You stepped inside the large bathtub (your clothes getting wet, which was a given).

You rubbed the soap on his arms one by one while he kept looking at you, your nipples perking up at the sensation of water, his mouth was filling up with his saliva as well!

Then you rubbed on his neck, oh how he wished you would choke them instead, then you rubbed his chest, oh the things you were making him feel, then you moved to the back, oh how he wanted to you backhug him with your perked nipples instead.

Then you cleaned his legs one by one (making sure that you don't touch his groin), oh how he wanted you could kiss them instead!

You started washing him when he raised his eyebrows, "Y/N you forgot that part." He pointed his finger towards his dick.

Your eyes went wide, was he serious!? "I-im sorry your highness I will ask the Eunuch to do it." You said but he grabbed your arm and pulled you closer, "Don't fucking dare you disobey me or your father won't see the next sunrise because I will fucking gouge his eyes out. " his aura had taken a 180 degrees flip from a mere seconds ago.

Those words made you sick to your stomach. You gulped down your sobs, "Yes your highness."

And then you rubbed the soap on his crotch, your hands going up and down his dick definitely aroused him so quickly that you hated doing it. "Lovely! Just like that." He threw his back in pure heavenly feeling.

This was hell, your innerself screamed.

Because from the next day you had to wear a flimsy dress he gave to you to wear before stepping into the water, he could now clearly see your soaked breasts because of the dress material going absolutely transparent.

A week later he started to clean you as you cleaned him by rubbing soap on your breast with one hand while the other was underwater, two of his fingers sliding inside and outside your clit to the point that you would cum but sadly he couldn't lick it because of the soap water around.

In the night he would tell you to change into another flimsy dress because he would point at his dick and say, "Y/N it's hurting here, won't you help out your ruler?" And with that you had to go to him while he quickly undressed you and you two would make out throughout the entire night.

-

One day you were walking through the balcony, your shoulders all sored up. You were rolling it when you heard two servants gossiping among themselves, "Hey I am so excited for tomorrow I can't wait!!" One of the two chirped.

"Yeah me too! It's gonna be so much fun I can't wait." The other chimed in. You became curious, was there a party or something?

"What is there tomorrow?" You asked them and they turned towards you. "What Y/N you don't know? Do you live under the rocks? But then again we don't even know where you sleep." One of them chuckled as she said it.

The other girl spoke, "Ah then the rumors of Y/N sleeping with the prince must be false since she doesn't even know this." You raised your eyebrows, what did they mean? "What?"

"Uh.. I mean you were not coming back to our quarters to sleep that's why everyone assumed that you were sleeping with his highness." She sighed, "But no one thinks like that anymore because Concubine Young Hae-in is confident that she will be sleeping with his highness tonight because tomorrow is his coronation."

You thought for a second, smile already creeping on your face. "Hey look at her smile! I knew Y/N wasnt sleeping with him haha" the first girl chuckled.

You smiled as you realized that finally he was going to let go off you, finally.

Jungkook was looking at you from afar, his heart beating fast at your angelic smile,, it's been so long he had not see you smile like that, the very smile he saw when he saw you for the first time ploughing the fields with your father under the Sun. He was making a tour in disguise to analyze the agricultural growth of his Kingdom.

That day he saw you beaming, saw you wiping that glistening sweat off your forehead, the way your chest heaved from the hardwork and the way you followed your father to greet him with a wide smile, you might have forgotten him but he could never forget you, he was madly in love with you.

-

During the night everyone was making the preparations for the ceremony and you enthusiastically piped into the preparation, it was not just a consummation night for the prince and his concubine but also a celebration night for you.

Oh you couldn't wait to deliver these fruits to his chamber and say goodbye forever to his bedroom which reeked with both of your filth everytime you were there.

You entered behind the servants that bought in plates of fruits in Jungkook's bed chamber as he was half-lying while supporting his head by keeping his left arm underneath.

You raised your head just a little to see where was the concubine, who was not there yet. Was she running late?

"Everyone except Y/N leave my bedroom." Everyone hurriedly left as he ordered while you kept standing at the same spot with head held down. He smirked.

"Y/N come here." He said in a happy manner.

You took a few steps forward with head still bowed down. "Look at me Y/N." You slowly raised your head.

He pat on his bed, "Come sit here, you are going to feed me the grapes."

You gulped as you carried the bowl of grapes and sat next to him.

He sat up as well. "Aaa" he opened his mouth and you fed him a grape. He hummed, "This isn't that delicious. Feed me another one." He said and you took another grape to his mouth.

To your surprise he bit the grape halfway which resulted for the juice to trickle down your hand.

Your eyes went wide, the juice shouldn't ruin the expensive bedsheets which was going to be used tonight for the consummation so you quickly turned to wipe it off with a cloth but he held your wrist just in time.

"These are grapes imported from Egypt, they are not to be wasted in any means." And after saying that he took your hands and licked your fingers all the way to your elbow while you watched him horrified.

He licked his lips, "That tasted better. Wait, I think I know how these grapes can taste sweeter!" He took a grape from your bowl and bit it in half. "Y/N come closer." He commanded.

You were already so close, how much more close did he wanted for you to shift?

You still hesitantly shifted few centimeters and he held your chin, catching you off guard. He took the other half of the grape and rubbed the juicy side on your lips as elegantly as possible. Your lips were quivering.

"Alright, that grape juice isn't to be wasted either! Let me clean it up." He leaned in and sucked your lips, licked the juice clean. He pushed his tongue inside which played with yours.

He tore your dress from behind with one hand while he held your nape from moving away with the other. Then he opened his own violet silk robe.

Both of your chests were naked pressed to one another. Then without breaking the kiss he took a handful of grapes, brought his hand in between the narrow gap in between your bodies above the chest and crushed them. All the juice running down in both of your front bodies.

He brought the hand covered in juice down to your left nipple and rubbed on them roughly as if he was cleaning his hands on a tissue paper.

After kissing you like a maniac he detached himself and pressed you down on the bed while he hovered above you.

"Y/N let me first clean the juice off you." He sniffed the scent on your neck and went down in between your chest licking the stain off.

This had to be a dream, why on Earth was the prince obsessed with doing such things with you? You were brought here as a servant, not a sex slave. And why the fuck was he doing it just few hours before he was supposed to have sexual intercourse with his concubine?

He pinched your right nipple and you moaned, tears welled up in your eyes, not because of the pain but because of your losing dignity.

He bit your nipple making them hard and he licked, sucked and bit them clean one by one. He threw his head back in satisfaction. What a bliss yet again!

He then looked at your face and leaned in to lick off the tears, oh wow! Sweet and salty, what a brilliant taste combination he had!!

"Oh no the grape juice dried on me as well, need to take a bath.. but as said earlier these shall not be wasted in any manner. Y/N your responsibility is to lick me clean." He smirked once again while he lied down on bed.

You sat upon him, lord this position made him madly excited, you dominating him in bed will be the end of him!

You leaned down to lick his chest, since they were dried a little, you had to use more pressure to completely lick them up. "Fuck" Jungkook moaned.

He wants you so so bad, he would go insane at this point. He looked at your face while you licked his chest, he loved this, absolutely!

"Good job Y/N." He praised but you only felt nauseous.

He was a beast, your beast because he would look at your intimate parts like a hungry beast.

He got up from the bed and told you not to move, then he brought his crown and broke it.

"Tomorrow I will wear a new crown" He took a thin broken piece of his crown with a golden sphere at one end, he at once thrusted it into your vagina earning him a scream from you. "And tomorrow you will wear your crown as well love." He laughed like a maniac and lapped his tongue over your clit.

You cried, "i- weren't you supposed to have your consummation night tonight?"

He pulled out the piece of crown then inserted his dick inside you, "That's what we are doing my princess." Your hips arched at the sensation, this isn't what you thought would happen, you thought you would become free from his clutches but instead he made you his forever.

"And my Father-in-law will come out of the prison as a minister. " that was a forced title, you knew it very well.

"And from tomorrow you will be the Queen, this nation's Queen, MY QUEEN-but no one- no one will dress you up in the morning and undress you at the night except me!" He laughed, his laughed echoed the entire room.

And you knew, you were doomed.

Tysm for reading, twas my first mature content T_T feedback(pls give) is HIGHLY appreciated mwah 💖

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Genre: smut

Word Count: 1315

Warnings: unprotected sex (please just… don’t), overstimulation, crying, multiple sex positions, multiple orgasms, dom!jungkook (kind of), dirty talking, cursing, finger sucking, unedited work, please don’t come for me this is pure filth

a/n: so, I’ve finally had an *actual* productive day, so I don’t feel guilty about writing this! I hope you guys like it; it’s been a while since I’ve written anything and actually posted it, tbh

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brain dead

Pairing: jeon jungkook x fem!reader

Genre: smut

Word Count: 1315

Warnings: unprotected sex (please just… don’t), overstimulation, crying, multiple sex positions, multiple orgasms, dom!jungkook (kind of), dirty talking, cursing, finger sucking, unedited work, please don’t come for me this is pure filth

a/n: so, I’ve finally had an *actual* productive day, so I don’t feel guilty about writing this! I hope you guys like it; it’s been a while since I’ve written anything and actually posted it, tbh

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HUNTER ‖ JJK

As a hunter, you're hired by powerful people to kill the monsters that lurk in the woods surrounding villages and cities, praying on innocent people. When king Jungkook express an interest in meeting you, you expect the man to beg for your help, but the meeting doesn't go as planned.

⤑ word count:  9k ⤑ rating and genre: 18+, smut, fantasy!au, medieval!au ⤑ pairing:  jungkook x fem!reader ⤑ posting date: Thursday, August 11 ⤑ warnings: mentions of monsters, death, poverty, societal injustice, poor treatment of women by society, blood; jungkook gets mad and shouts at a certain point; choking (non-sexual); the dynamic is sort of enemies to lovers; smut [fingering, oral (f. receiving), unprotected sex, creampie]; mentions of pregnancy and marriage!! ⤑ masterlist ‖ updates ⤑ banner credit: this gorgeous banner was made by @itaeewon. thank you, jen ♡ ⤑ feedback and reblogs are always appreciated. hope you'll enjoy this oneshot!

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In this day and age, girls know they can be one of three things when they grow old enough: wives, nuns, or—in rare cases—hunters.

Life is as hard as it is, even though your kingdom, consisting of many villages, is prosperous. The rich are rich and the poor are poor, which is the same even in less fortunate kingdoms. There is law and order, and people follow these traditions.

When you’re a little girl, you’re allowed to play with boys, learn sports, run around and scrape your knees. But, as soon as you turn eight, your life changes. Boys start going to school—real school—where they are taught everything. Girls, on the other hand, take classes on what is expected of them in the future, how to be an adequate daughter and not embarrass your family, etiquette and nice behavior, sewing and knitting, and all the things you absolutely hated as a little girl.

After school, girls can play with boys, even if it’s considered more appropriate for them to spend time with older women, talk to them, and learn from them. You never did that. All your free time was spent with your brother and his peers. You learned from them, heard everything they were taught in school and were able to read from their books and discover the kind of knowledge they were allowed to possess. You envied them terribly all your life.

It was then that you realized you were all taught the same thing—monsters were real and they were a threat. Monsters were beings that could wipe out a village in hours if there were enough of them. When you were a child, they were the only threat to your kingdom, the only thing that didn’t pick and choose who to kill, like hunger did. Every person in the kingdom, no matter how poor, was trained on monsters from an early age.

Because they were big and strong and dangerous, hunters were the only group of people who would voluntarily come in contact with them. The hunters were rewarded generously for their contribution to society, but due to the nature of their business and the fact that they were required to travel, hunters did not marry. 

Most families had both boys and girls. Some boys would marry if the family could afford to bring in the bride and feed her too. Some girls would marry if the family could afford their dowry. In case they couldn’t, the family would send them off to be nuns, to pray in chapels and help priests, to pray for monsters to go away and bring back hope to people. It was free, and most families would send their female children there because they just couldn’t be able to afford them staying on when they turned of age. 

When a daughter knew she wasn’t going to marry—either there was something wrong with her or she didn’t have dowry—she would be able to take a physical test with the boys, if she wanted to. If she proved stronger than the majority of them, she could become a hunter herself. If not, she would become a nun.

It was a terrible choice, and most girls without a dowry picked the nunnery because it was safe. Monsters don’t go inside churches, after all. They usually kill off the poor people on the outskirts of villages and slowly make their way towards the town center. Monsters were known to eradicate towns, so village people were always afraid of them. None of them wanted to volunteer their female children to get killed by monsters during training. A daughter in a nunnery can at least help in some way—a dead daughter couldn’t.

When little girls became women—when they bled for the first time—the decision would be made on their behalf. Young women had no say in it, it was the parents who decided. Parents had a  couple of options, based on how well-off they were. If the family was able to afford the dowry, the girls would get sent to a real school for women, one where they would learn even more about how to be a good wife, how to pleasure the husband, how to cook and clean in case the husband couldn’t afford to keep servants, how to care for children. 

However, some marriages were arranged between poorer families without dowry, though. A family sometimes needed a female touch—the woman of the house had died, and the family could accept a bride without dowry in return for her labor. In other words, families could take on someone without a dowry if they wanted to, which was rarely the case. It was an additional expense to house and feed another person, especially in the villages. 

Your two sisters did have a dowry, so you knew all about the teachings in those wife schools and dreaded the idea of attending it yourself. You couldn’t think of anything more boring than sitting with other girls in school and learning how to speak softly, be a good wife, and never speak your mind. By the time you became a woman, your sisters were already married off. 

Your brother was to continue with the family business, so he was engaged to marry the neighbor’s daughter when she became old enough to marry him. You could still remember the day when you became a woman, when you woke up and felt strange wetness between your thighs, when you pulled the covers off of yourself and saw blood. You knew your fate was sealed forever because you had no dowry and no marriage agreement.

You insisted your parents let you take the test. After all, you’d been practicing for it for years with your brother and his friends. You hoped you’d be good enough to be allowed to go and fight the big bad monsters that threatened everyone’s safety. The other choice simply wasn’t for you. Your parents didn’t think you’d ever qualify to become a hunter, so they gave in, thinking you would fail. In their minds, this was just a little test you’d take, embarrass yourself, and then be forced to go into a nunnery. 

The day you became a woman, your parents went to report it to authorities, explaining that you would be taking the hunter test. The authorities gave you a week’s rest, until the bleeding stopped. The test was difficult and exhausting and your entire body hurt, certain bones aching to touch weeks after it happened. But, most importantly, you passed it and went to train with hunters. Once you passed the test, your parents couldn’t take their permission back or change the course of history.

Now, years later, you realize how rare it is for women to become hunters. During your years as one, you’ve only met a handful of them. There were a lot of male hunters, but sadly, many of them died too. Monsters were unpredictable if they were left out there to mate. One or two weren’t that complicated to kill if you were capable and knowledgeable. But, they were deadly in groups, quick and unpredictable. Many hunters died fighting them, which is making them—you—scarce. 

Not all families wanted to let their children become hunters, either. It was like sending a family member to certain death—maybe not right then, but in a year or two or ten, surely. Poor families who had sons with no prospect of a good future would usually send them to hunter school, hoping to at least benefit from the pay that would come after their children started killing monsters. 

All of that makes you one of the hunters famous for their skills. The longer you survive as a hunter, the more appreciated your expertise is. Because of it, you’ve traveled the world, seen other kingdoms, and fought monsters of all sizes—something a nun or a wife could never even dream of doing. You like it that way. Due to the nature of your calling, important people know about you, which is why you’re shown to the court of Jeon Jungkook, the king of your kingdom. Your king.

The man is impressive, you have to give him that. He’s not as big and tall as kings are always depicted in all the school books—lies told to deceive the masses and make them think the leaders are invincible and extraordinary—but he’s tall enough, broad enough, and handsome enough for you to look twice. You would have looked twice anyway because he is a king, after all, but this way, the sight is actually pleasant, for a change. You’ve had enough of old, perverted kings and their comments about a night with them being your pay for killing a monster that threatened their kingdom. In many cases, you wished you hadn’t killed the monster and that it had eaten the king instead.

The man’s looks are more than impressive—strong eyebrows framing his chiseled face, deep eyes demanding a second look, dark curly hair framing it perfectly. A single glance at the handsome king shows he’s led a good life, a life without many worries, a somewhat easy life. Each role in this world comes with its burdens, and not even powerful men are spared from those, even if theirs are much lighter than some others.

You two look at each other for a moment or two while the other men in the room glance at one and then the other, waiting for one of you to speak. You don’t want to be the one to break the silence. After all, you were invited here on his orders—the man could at least tell you what for, even if you already know he has a monster problem.

You’re sure King Jungkook wants you to solve it for him. You’ve heard about the two or three monsters on the outskirts terrorizing the city. A hunter friend of yours has died trying to kill them. Hunters are hard to get by, so the problem has grown in the meantime, but you are here with one of the younger hunters and you’re certain the two of you will solve the issue—Jungkook just has to offer something in return for you risking your lives. That’s how the transaction usually goes. He offers, hunters accept and go risk their lives, no matter how much they were offered.

The king nods at you when you move from the door, walk into the room, and check him out from head to toe, all without a word. His voice takes you aback—it’s smooth and kind-sounding, even if there is little kindness in the order he spits out, “Leave us alone, thank you.” With that, the four servants and a couple of stuck-up officials leave the room, leaving you and king Jungkook all alone.

The move is a big mistake on his end. Theoretically speaking, someone could have paid you for his head, but the young king clearly doesn’t think regicide is even an option. When they’re young, they never do. Kings think people just love them too much to want to see them gone. Years teach them that their people do not care about kings but about the food in their bellies and those who put it here. Even if he doesn’t know that yet, Jungkook clearly understands how beneficial you could be to him, which is why you were invited. You’re expecting him to offer you the world in exchange for your help.

“You asked to see me?” you ask with a cocked-up eyebrow, looking around the big room he’s seeing you in. Fancy, too fancy for the likes of you, but still, nothing you haven’t seen before. There were even richer kings who needed your help before.

“Yes, that’s right. I did ask to see you so I could talk to you about the inefficiency of your kind,” he says gruffly, giving you a grimace of annoyance. It's the first time a king left you speechless, so it takes you a while to recover. Did he just—? Your kind? What the hell did that mean? Your kind saved his kind’s asses many times before, risking their lives in the process.

“Excuse me?” You’re just too stunned to react in the way a hunter usually would. You don’t have to be there, you don’t have to help if you don’t want to. You’re trained to, you feel obligated to, it’s your destiny because you weren’t chosen to be a wife and didn’t want to be a nun, but pretty boy can’t make you fight for him—no one can.

“Listen, I am the King. I paid your kind for your services and was promised you’d solve the monster issue months ago,” he sneers at you, nose flaring as the young king speaks to you like you’re nothing, banging the tip of his pointer finger against the desk to show how angry he is. Every couple of words, the digit presses into the wood harshly, making you look down. “So tell me why our death toll is at seventy people as of two days ago! Seventy! Why have hunters died instead of killing the monsters? Why did I give you gold that will last a lifetime in return for nothing?”

The pretty man’s face changed from sweet to angry, but that doesn’t move you at all. What does is the tone he is using with you, the way he’s talking to you—no man has talked to you that way since you became a hunter. They simply didn’t dare. The people know a hunter’s training is tough. Those who survive as hunters are even tougher. After all, you were trained to kill creatures far stronger than people, so why would a measly little man think he could shout at you? In this case, he’s a king with an inflated sense of self, but still… Not a very wise move from one Jeon Jungkook, especially not when you’re all alone in a room together.

You want to ask who exactly he paid. He can’t be mad at you for not killing this monster when you just arrived there, not even making a deal with the man. “Have you pa—”

“I am not done speaking!” he shouts, banging his fist against the desk, making you stop in place and look at him. Then, Jungkook starts walking up and down the room nervously, his arms flailing around as he continues, “I am the King! I paid fairly and generously because the safety of my people—of your people—is of the utmost importance to me. There is no price to human life! I know that and I’ve invited the best of the best to deal with the issue, and yet nothing was done. Not a single thing. Hunters used to be able to kill groups of twelve monsters, and now you can’t fight off a smaller group? Clearly, something has gone wrong in the training you’ve received because this is outrageous.”

You know the king doesn’t give a rat’s ass about the people—they’re expendable goods, these poor people who pay taxes and make his family rich. No poor people means no taxes, which means the Jeon dynasty would become poor themselves, and that’s why this handsome-when-angry king is furious. The way he’s moving about gives off his nervousness. Is he afraid of the people’s reaction to his inefficiency, his failure to protect them?

Since you’re still speechless, the man continues, “What else do I have to do? I have paid you people more than fairly. I can’t give you the entire kingdom, can I?”

“With all due respect, you haven’t paid me a cent. You’ve paid colleagues of mine for their work. If a hunter has died while on a mission, they surely didn’t do it to cheat the likes of you out of money, king,” you spit the words at him, furious at all the implications. You say it with such sass you’re worried he might do something to you. 

But, then again, hunters are above the law in most cases, save for causing bodily harm of any kind to other humans who haven’t attacked them first. Anything else, they can get away with in return for keeping nations safe. “We have lost many people through the years, and it was never because of a lack of trying or training—it was because these monsters get stronger the more lives they take. So, the monsters on the outskirts of our,” you stress the word, reminding the king that this is your hometown, “city have probably eaten hundreds of people before even stumbling upon the city. That’s why good hunters died fighting them.”

Your tone is brass and harsh, and you’re positive no one in his life has spoken to the young king that way. Before he was a king, he was a prince, and no one talks to princes that way, either. Shock is written all over Jungkook’s face from the second you start speaking—he stops in place, lets his mouth hang open, and his eyebrow cocks up in the middle of it. When you’re done, he closes his mouth, gulps, and continues walking.

“Fine. All of that is fine,” he says, waving your rudeness off. You’re surprised he hasn’t screamed for his guards to send you away or walk over to you to slap you, to put you in your place for talking back to him. Maybe there’s more to this specific king than you think. “You have lost your colleagues, I have lost my bride-to-be months ago. They,” he grunts, shaking his head, “they massacred her body and the bodies of her servants that accompanied her to the picnic. We were supposed to get married a mere month from that date, but… She’s gone now. And they’re still eating people, murdering them, ruining lives. What is wrong with your kind? Can’t you do your job? How many of you do I need to pay to get here? What price is good enough for you people to come here and do the only fucking thing you were trained for, badly at that?”

Jungkook annoys you. You can’t stand people who look down at hunters. After all, all of you are there because you wanted to be, because you heard terrible stories about these monsters being a threat to you—the people who lived on the outskirts, not those safe in their palaces of gold with servants at their doors. Hunters become what they are because of their desire to fight the monsters and win, keep everyone else safe. 

Nobody is in it for the pay. What’s the use of all the money when you could die right then and there? You couldn’t marry or have children as a hunter, not unless someone married you without a dowry or wife training. Male hunters also weren’t trained for much else, which is why they were doomed. The life expectancy of a hunter is a lot shorter than a villager’s, let alone a king’s, which means no one understood what kind of sacrifices were made at such a young age. While the pretty king went to his warm bed every night with a belly full of the finest food and the tastiest wine, hunters were out in the woods dying for him and his kind.

So, when this man starts assuming you’re all in it for the money, something inside you snaps. The hunter who died for this spoiled brat was your friend, one of the people who taught you everything you know. You’ve killed more monsters than Jungkook has even heard of, despite his perfect training, and he thinks he has the right to judge you, your friend, or any other hunters out there. You’ve had enough.

In three quick strides, you’re standing in front of him, your forearm pressed into his neck, his body hitting the wall behind him because of the force of your push. The king wasn’t expecting you to do that, which is why you are now able to pin him against the wall and push your body against his, rendering him immobile. There’s fear in his eyes for a split second, but then he grins. “What are you going to do, kill me?” Jungkook snickers like he doesn’t even care if you do exactly that. “Be done with it.”

“I’m not here to kill you.” It’s your turn to sneer at him and talk to him like you’re filled with hate. “But I’m also not here to be treated like scum, either. My kind is your kind, king. We’re all people. While you were trained on how to be a rich brat, I spent my younger years in the forest, cold and afraid, fighting off any animal or monster I could find. The only goal is to keep people safe, and not just the rich people who live far away from the places these monsters attack. I need to keep my people safe, the poor ones, the ones who don’t have guns and stone houses to protect themselves like you. So, if you need my help, king, you will watch the way you speak to the person who came here of her own volition to help you kill these monsters. If you can do that, I will grant you the same courtesy.”

You say all of this right to his face, your noses almost touching, eyes peering into one another’s. It’s a tense situation, and you never thought you’d be this close to a king—you hated almost every single one you’ve met. Besides, you can’t really get away with threatening a king and choking him. You’re not sure if the man will scream for help or stab you. Anything could be expected at this point. 

However, the thing that happens is something you couldn’t have imagined in your wildest fantasy—his highness gets erect right against your stomach. The thing poking your stomach is a hard cock, unmistakably. You didn’t need to attend wife school to learn about these things—hunters can do whatever they want with the bodies whose safety they risk daily. So, you’ve had your fair share of hard cocks pressing against you, and you are positive this is one. 

You raise an eyebrow and Jungkook gulps, looking down at your lips. “I— I— Apologize,” he mutters, sounding so pathetic all of a sudden. “I just want this issue solved, that is all. I will pay whatever you need, offer you whatever you want if you can help me.”

The king is as meek as they come, completely spineless when he meets a woman who can talk back. You’re sure his poor wife-to-be was taught never to speak back to him, not even if he mistreated her, God rest her soul. So, the king is enjoying the power dynamics here, the fact that you do a manlier thing than he does, the fact that you can kill a monster he himself couldn’t even if he tried. He likes it, and you have to admit you like him too. 

Not because he’s a king but because he spoke to you that way despite you being stronger than him, despite him needing you, and not the other way around, even though you could walk out and leave him helpless. Besides, the man is a king—he’s surely clean and well-versed in the art of sexual pleasure. Having sex in the woods couldn’t be as good as having sex in a warm palace, and you haven’t tried that one yet.

“The monster issue,” you ask, tilting your head to the side, your lips almost brushing against his, “or this problem?” With that, you push your body against his, applying pressure to his erect member, making him gasp, which sounds so sweet somehow. Definitely not as scary as Jungkook thought he sounded earlier when he shouted, that’s for sure.

The king visibly relaxes all of a sudden and even lets out a chuckle. “I will pay you for killing the monsters for me,” he says, licking his lips while his eyes look up from yours, “and I will fuck you for free. Deal?”

You scoff, moving away, letting go of his neck. Jungkook places his hand over his throat for a second and looks at you with a blank expression. “You will fuck me for free?” With a scoff, you tongue your cheek and check him out from head to toe, making sure you look condescending when you do so—the king shouldn’t let his title get to his head. “You say it like you should be paid to do it.”

“You haven’t tried me yet,” the man challenges, his hand suddenly grabbing the belt around your hips, pulling you closer to him. He has a lot more strength than you thought because he manages to pull you in closer with just one move of his hand, one grab of his hand around the belt, one sneak of his fingers around the leather. The movement turns you on—not many men dare act that way around a hunter, male or female. “What do you say, hunter?”

The way he stresses the word and spits it out the same way you did his title makes you consider his offer. You’re going to chase and kill the monster either way—it’s what you came here to do. But, the sex offer came out of the blue. You know the sex will stay between you two. Jungkook is a king, he can’t risk talking about fucking a monster hunter, and you will keep your mouth shut because you don’t want other kings to think they’re getting laid when they call you for a job. It’s not a service you provide. 

“Let’s see what you’ve got,” you whisper to him and watch his mouth turn from a straight line to a smirk.

Suddenly, the meek king is meek no more. His expression turns cocky, his hands start groping you over your clothes, lips finding yours. He kisses like he means it—warm and wet, tongue swiping across your lips, begging for access. The most powerful man in the kingdom seems to be turned on by the fact you choked and threatened him, told him how you really felt about him and people like him. That much is clear from the way he grinds against you, erection rubbing your stomach over your clothes in his desperate attempt to get any kind of friction.

When you finally give in to him and open your mouth, Jungkook groans and shoves his long tongue into it, his hips push into yours until your ass hits his desk. While he’s kissing you, his hands undo your belt, one of them sneaking into your pants. It’s a messy kiss, one that gives off his neediness, the type you don’t expect from kings. Do kings ever kiss or do they just lie in bed and wait for a whore to come sit on them and do everything on their behalf while they just lie there being the lazy brats they were? Well, not this king. While you think about that, the man’s strong hand sneaks inside your underwear, cupping your sex with a growl, like he’s finally getting something he’s wanted for a long time. 

His kisses are sloppy—drool is wetting your chin while Jungkook kisses you and grunts, his fingers playing with your sex eagerly, pads moving up and down your sex. You expected him to push his fingers inside to prepare you for his member, but the king takes his time, no matter how hasty he seems. The back of his palm presses into your clitoris while he kisses you, and you see no other option than to reward him by grabbing his erection over his clothes and running your palm over it, which makes the man tremble against you. 

“Sensitive there, king?” You’re just teasing Jungkook for suddenly seeming so weak when he was full of himself just minutes ago, when he thought he could get away with shouting at you for something you didn’t do. 

“Hm…” The chuckle Jungkook lets out sounds cocky, his lips brush against yours as he asks, “Sensitive here, hunter?” With that, three of his fingers start rubbing your clitoris hard, pushing against it and then moving around in quick circles that make you moan. 

You bite down on your lip to prevent yourself from sounding that eager—you don’t want to give him that type of satisfaction, not just yet. Jungkook still seems pretty cocky about it, so you sneak one hand into his pants and grab the tip of his cock, squeezing the area just below it as hard as you can, feeling the meaty flesh push back against your touch. Your other hand grabs the back of the king’s head, pulling on his silky smooth locks. 

“Not as much as you, I think,” you say as your thumb swipes across his plush tip, smearing around the tell-tale sign of his excitement, making the man hiss before he kisses you again.

The king chuckles and pulls his hand out of your pants, depriving you of his warmth on you, of his touch between your legs. It seems like he wants you to beg, but you’re not going to give him what he wants, so you let go of his hard cock and shrug. “That’s how you want to play?”

“I don’t want to play at all,” you admit. “My kind doesn’t play.” You stress the word he used earlier, making it sound derogatory. The king scoffs, one corner of his mouth lifting in a half-smirk before he leans in and places his hands on your hips, grabbing the material of your pants.

“You’ll soon realize,” he starts speaking to you again, voice now very smooth and almost sweet, hands pulling your clothes down your legs in one quick motion, “that my kind doesn’t play either.” And just like that, you’re naked from the waist down in the king’s meeting quarters, the man himself squatting in front of you. “Now let me do this right.” 

You nod and continue looking down at the man, wondering what his plan is. Since he is who he is, you expect the guy to just fuck you—the type of sex you’re used to, someone taking you on your feet, from behind, just a quick fuck to get what you both need out of it. Kings don’t usually even care what the other party needs, which is why they pay someone for their services and call it a day most of the time. 

“Up,” Jungkook grumbles at you and you lift one leg, just high enough for him to take off your boot and set this leg free of your clothes. He repeats the same with the other leg, and you feel thankful for the warm bath you were able to take this morning at the roadhouse. It made your skin feel soft, made you smell nice, made the king want to touch you. He runs his hands up your naked legs to your ass, squeezing it. “So that’s the way to get a hunter to shut up.”

You laugh at that heartily, realizing this specific king might not be as stupid as most of them. He gets up and grabs your shirt, pulling it over your head. In less than a minute, you’re completely nude in front of the king, and he sits you on his desk, makes you spread your legs for him while he kisses you just as eagerly as earlier. You do the best you can with the room you have and pull his pants down, grabbing a handful of his firm ass in the process, grazing your fingers over his balls while you set them free along with his cock. 

Only then do you feel even, like the king doesn’t have the upper hand, even though being bare in front of a fully-clothed man does something to your brain, makes your crotch react. It’s then that the man touches you, his mouth kissing its way down your neck, sucking on the skin while he pushes himself against you, wrapping an arm around you. 

The only thing you can do is start tugging at his member, preparing it for what’s to come—even if it is as hard as it can get, even if it needs no preparation. Jungkook reacts to that by practically whining into the skin of your neck and easing a finger inside of you so slowly you want to cuss at him and tell him to go harder. You squirm under his touch when he pulls the finger out and then pushes it in again, and he notices the way you tremble, even if he’s busy nibbling on your neck. “What is it?” he asks, practically scoffing, lips brushing against the vein in your neck. “Not used to going slow?”

“Can’t fuck slow in the woods,” you admit nonchalantly, which makes him almost gasp, but he hides it by clearing his throat. The king is clearly not used to women being so open about sex, which comes as no surprise considering all the ladies at his court have to be prim and proper. That’s what they taught in school, anyway.

“Good thing you’re not in the woods anymore, hunter,” the king mumbles and takes your breast into his mouth, sucking on the nipple with his eyes closed. Now two of his fingers sneak inside of you and he curls them, rubbing you from the inside, finding that spot that feels perfect when touched like that. Maybe some kings do get better training than you give them credit for. “I rarely fuck fast.”

You laugh and look down at him, speeding up the movements of your hand which is still wrapped around his thick shaft. The faster you move, the more the king grunts and hums against your chest, his tongue poking out to tease your nipple. “Yeah? I doubt a long, sensual fuck will help you get all that pent-up frustration out, king.”

“Who said I’m frustrated?” Jungkook looks up at you and bites into the flesh of your breast, just around the nipple, chuckling evilly when you groan and clench around his fingers. “Like that, hm?”

He’s only asking because your eyes fluttered closed when he started moving his fingers fast, his thumb brushing your clitoris. “They do teach you something in king school, after all.”

Jungkook giggles and starts moving his hand faster, which makes you grab onto his fine shirt and start doing the same with your hand. You’re not letting him off easy. “Yeah,” he surprisingly agrees. “They do teach you how to pleasure someone.”

“They send women for you to practice with?” you can’t help but ask, even if it’s none of your business. You’re here to do a job, this is just a stop along the way. Jungkook speeds up even more, suckling on your nipple while his hand pushes into you fast and hard, filling the vast space of his office with lascivious sounds. “Have to pretend they enjoy it?”

He grunts, cock twitching in your fist, teeth grazing your breast. “Are you pretending, hunter? Doesn’t feel like it.”

“No,” you admit, unable to lie when your body is starting to clench already, when you feel so close to orgasm you are already moaning with every thrust of his fingers. “But you had practice. And training.”

“They didn’t teach you how to spread your legs in hunter school?” he teases, knowing very well what they do and don’t teach your kind, as he put it. “Didn’t teach you how to take a cock well, how to pleasure a man?”

“No, king,” you respond, kicking your head back and letting him pull you closer as he sends you over the edge. “Other hunters taught me that.”

He growls and bites into your shoulder before pecking your lips. “Give me their names, I’ll have them all killed,” Jungkook jokes—at least you think so by the way he giggles right after and pushes his thumb against your clitoris. 

“Can’t kill men for pleasuring me,” is what you manage to mutter between two loud moans, ones that tell the king he’s about to make you come, which makes him even cockier. “Can only pleasure me better.”

“Oh, I fully intend to,” he grunts and finally pushes the fingers inside you so hard you see stars, so hard that you just grab his cock and his shirt and let yourself come hard, walls clenching and releasing around the two long fingers inside of you, clit pulsating against the pad of his thumb. The king continues moving and coos teasingly. “See? I’ll fuck you so good you’ll only want kings after.”

That’s the thing that makes you scoff and push him away from your neck with a grin, even if your body is still writhing with pleasure, even if you’re breathless. He is a fine specimen, a man who knows what he’s doing, but he’s still a king. “This is an exception, not a rule.”

“The only king that gets to have your pussy?” Jungkook sounds ecstatic, maybe even a bit hopeful as he lightly smacks your swollen slit.

“Who said you can have it?” you tease, knowing very well you’re already ready to take that rod between his legs and milk the cum out of it. You didn’t come this far not to feel him inside of you.

“You said I’m frustrated,” the king says before licking a stripe up your neck and sucking on your ear while two of his fingers enter you again. “Let me fuck my frustrations out on you.”

“Well, that is better than shouting.” With that, you start jerking his cock again, the other hand moving down from his shirt to grab his balls. “In fact, that’s the only acceptable way to take out your frustrations on someone else.”

Jungkook agrees with a chuckle, eyes glancing at yours. “You feel so tight,” he tells you, reminding you of the two fingers still shoved deep inside of you which are now moving in scissoring motion. “Can’t wait to feel you even closer.”

“Slow down, king,” you hum and start moving your hand even faster, wanting to see the man fall apart. “I thought you said you fucked slow. We’re just getting started.”

It’s a lie—you’re more than ready to take him now and you’re almost positive you’ll enjoy it even if he lasts a minute or two. But, Jungkook grins and shoves his tongue inside of your mouth again, pushing his clothed chest against yours, removing his fingers from you. “Can I taste you?” he hums into your ear, his body warm next to yours. You’re surprised that is what a king wants, but you’re not going to let that show. 

“You’ll have to pay me extra for that,” you tease, referring to his earlier comment when he thought he’d be pulling all the strings. However, the king drops to his knees and takes your sex into his mouth instantly, humming as he does so. His tongue probes between your lips, sinking to your entrance, swirling around it, and then moves back up to your clitoris, all in a couple of seconds. Whatever they taught in king school should be taught in all schools, you think to yourself, but you’re not admitting it to Jungkook. So you get yourself together, clear your throat, and mumble, “You heard me?”

“Loud and clear,” the man sucking on your sex says and moves away, your wetness on his chin. The way he looks at you makes you clench around nothing—there’s desire in his eyes, desire and need to have you, and you’re not used to being looked at like that. You’re not one of the beautiful and polished court ladies with long, beautiful hair, silky dresses, and skin made sweet by lotions. You’re not someone men look at that way, especially not kings. “Not a problem. I’m the king, right?”

You simply nod and place your feet on the desk in a move that’s so unladylike it’s almost comical. You half-expect someone of his caliber to mock you for it, tell you it’s not the proper way to behave, instruct you to lie down and take it, try to hide your sex, and act all shy when a man wants to shove his face in your crotch. But, Jungkook doesn’t. Instead, he just grabs your thighs, pushes them apart even more, and dives right back in, tongue moving up and down your slit, juices spilling onto his firm, expensive desk. 

You’re handing him all control, you realize a couple of minutes in when your toes start curling again, when it feels like Jungkook is becoming one with your pussy, not even taking a breath while he’s eating you out—or so it seems. You’re just sitting there, propped up on your elbows, and staring at his pretty face. 

He really is a pretty man, even if that is considered an insult for his sex. Men want to be called handsome, gruff, manly. But, you’re starting to realize you like them pretty whenever you look down between your legs and see Jungkook suck on your clit, his eyes playfully staring back at yours. He shouldn’t have this type of control over you and your preferences, so you continue teasing him. “How many women have you paid to fuck on this desk, king?”

It should put him in his place, remind him about the payment thing, give you the upper hand. But, the comment just makes him hum against your skin. “About to christen it,” he mumbles. Oh, so no one else got fucked on this desk by the man himself? Interesting.

“Then what are we waiting for?”

Your eyes look down, his look up, and right then, you know he’s going to give it to you hard. Soon enough, he’s on his feet, clothes around his thighs, cock smacking against your now thoroughly wet and prepared slit. The king kisses you, lets you feel your sweet tanginess on his tongue, something you haven’t tasted in years, and you kiss him back just as eagerly, grip his soft curls and pull him in even closer. While kissing, the tip of his cock enters you and the rest of it quickly follows.

The way you grunt at the feeling makes Jungkook chuckle and break away from the kiss. “Good?” he checks, even if he doesn’t have to. You can’t remember when anyone has checked whether you were enjoying yourself during sex, not even when it was your first time, when you were just learning things. 

“It’s no hunter dick,” you say, offering no further explanation. You don’t want Jungkook to know you’re touched by his faux concern.

“On second thought, I think I'm frustrated after all,” the proud king mutters with a chuckle, hands moving down to your hips. And then, he starts smacking into you so hard you can’t help but cry out. “Should take it out on you.”

You’ve already had one orgasm and he’s built up the second one perfectly, so every stroke against your walls feels lovely, feels like exactly what you need. Jungkook seems to know that because there’s a confident look on his face that’s frowning, jaw clenched as he thrusts hard. It’s the type of face people make when they do hard work—like fighting off big, bad monsters, straining to use all their power to overcome the enemy, or doing manual labor. In other words, it’s not a face you expect a king to make, especially not a king as powerful and rich like the one currently inside of you. 

“What are you so frustrated about?” you manage to squeeze the words out, even if you feel like he’s beating your hips with his, like his cock is slamming against your walls hard, like you’ll feel him inside of you long after Jungkook pulls out. “Hard being king?”

He stops trying so valiantly for a second and breaks out into laughter, even if his hips keep smacking against yours, making your ass push into the wood you’re sitting on. “Lost a lot to monsters,” he grunts, moving in so close he can barely pull his cock out of you, but that just means the thrusts are deep every time. Jungkook pulls his hips back just an inch and slams them into you again. “My future wife,” he says, reminding you of the fact that he was supposed to be a married man. 

“You’re the king, your family will find a suitable match,” you say spitefully. Well, it’s not exactly out of spite, but you’re just disappointed with how the world works, how all these things are contractual. You can’t count how many men have propositioned you during the years despite the rings on their ring fingers, knowing their dutiful wives were waiting at home. Marriages were arranged by families or completely transactional—there was no love or lust or friendship behind them. “Only the finest for the king, right? I’m sure some poor soul out there is just finishing wife school hoping to become the queen.”

You were sure the king was already supposed to marry some beautiful rich girl whose father owned a lot of land or businesses. These things were arranged before people even met, without their consent or care for the well-being of the people involved in the marriage. “I didn’t even want that match to begin with,” he informs you, pressing his lips against yours for a second before grunting when you clench around him on purpose. “Let alone a suitable one.”

“A rebel king?” You giggle, wrapping your legs around his waist just to pull him into your frame, feel his body against yours. “I love that.”

When he accepts the new power play and starts pumping himself into you again, Jungkook grunts, “Monsters have taken people away from me.” You don’t need to be reminded of the dangers you face every day, so you hum. “And they’ve also taken my ability to think.”

“Why do you say that, king?” you mumble, grabbing your breast and squeezing it, which gets him to stare. Suddenly, he shifts, wraps his arms around your waist, and leans forward to lick your nipple. 

Only then does the proud king answer your question. “I’m here balls deep in a hunter,” he reminds you, sheathing himself into you all the way and pausing for a second, “just because she has a big mouth.” The way Jungkook looks at you tells you all you need to know—he’s loving every second of it. His big eyes are focused on yours as his lips quiver into a smirk, and there’s something gentle about the way he looks at you.

You laugh at that and let him suck on your breasts for a while, while he continues pumping his thick length inside of you and sending shivers down your spine with his nimble tongue. “At least I’ll solve your problem for you.”

“Oh, you sure will,” he hums, “you’ll solve many of them.” You’re not sure what the mighty king means by that, but you’re taking it. 

When his breathing gets ragged, you start meeting his thrust with your hips, allowing Jungkook to sink even further inside of you, which gets him to moan sweetly, eyes rolling to the back of his head. By this point, the king is sweaty, the ends of his curls sticking to the sides of his face, mouth moving from your breasts to your mouth periodically, unable to stay in one place. Somehow, the worn-out look doesn’t ruin his prettiness, doesn’t make him look any less soft, even if his face is getting red and frowning every time your walls wrap around his thick cockhead.

“God almighty!” Jungkook groans, pressing his wet forehead into the side of your face, breathing out so heavily you think he’s already come. “Can I finish inside of you? I feel like I'll die if I don’t.” He sounds so desperate that it makes you think you could get him to do anything for you.

“Only if you marry me, king,” you joke, knowing that’s the one thing hunters can’t do. You can sleep around without being married, you can travel the world, earn money and spend it however you want to, but you can’t start a family.

If you get pregnant, you’re out in the street, unable to take care of a child, unable to continue hunting. A pregnant woman can’t hunt. You’re dead within a couple of months without a roof over your head or security for your baby. You can’t risk it, no hunter can. The men can’t have a family back home when there is no home—that’s the life of a drifter like you.

“I’ll give you everything you want,” the king admits, confirming your suspicions. He pulls you in closer, his arms holding your chest close to his as he pumps fast, fingers digging into the skin of your back. “Give you everything, hm? Just let me, this once…”

“You heard me the first time,” you repeat yourself, a part of you wanting to feel him pump you full of cum, wanting to see the king lose control and get a bit stupid because of what you have between your legs, risk it all. Wouldn’t that be satisfying, knowing what you have between your legs made the king risk impregnation?

“Fine then. I’ll do it,” Jungkook says before he kisses your mouth. 

The next second, his hips start staggering and he buries himself inside of you with a loud grunt. The low grunt turns into barely audible, sweet moans that make you clench—he sounds so vulnerable. That’s when you realize the king has ejaculated inside of you, that his semen is what is causing the sudden warmth between your walls. 

“Did you just—?” You’re speechless. You haven’t really pushed him away or tried to stop him, so it’s on you, but you just didn’t think a king would be so reckless with it. The chances of this resulting in a child are slim, but the possibility is there.

“Fuck,” he mumbles, moving away from the kiss but staying buried inside of you, his lips still close to yours. “You don’t have to kill the monsters, but you have to be my wife. The child of a hunter and king has to be the finest specimen, don’t you think?”

“I’m not a meek little girl you can push around, king,” you stress the word with a scoff. The king might not be serious, but you decide to be honest with him. He might be—Jungkook is no typical king. “I don’t know my place and don’t have wife training. I’m not fit to be a king’s wife or any man’s wife, for that matter. You saw me when I get angry.”

“I like you better this way,” he hums, hand cupping your face, cock slowly slipping out of you. “I need someone who contradicts me once in a while. Besides, this is all the wife training you need. You passed.”

“No dowry, either,” you remind him, still not feeling any shame about him being inside of you, about his semen slowly dripping down onto the desk, about the king’s mouth being an inch away from yours. “Your—the people will go wild. You’d get nothing in return.”

Jungkook cups your face in a move so surprising it makes you stiffen. As if he realizes your inner turmoil, he smiles at you and rubs your cheeks with his thumbs. “I have all the money I could need. I don’t need your father to give me any land or gold or strategic alliance. But, you have the experience of a hunter which none of my men can compete with. I can never have it, no matter how much money I have.”

You chuckle, unable to stop looking at the man who looks quite serious about the whole thing. Maybe he has gone mad. Maybe you kind of like it. “Oh, so you only want me for my experience with monsters?”

“Hm,” Jungkook hums and lets go of your face in favor of wrapping his arms around you. “I quite like your self-sufficiency, too. You’re not afraid to speak your mind. That’s a first.” With that, the king leans in, lips brushing against your ear as he whispers, “And that sweet cunt is just a bonus.”

You chuckle again, shaking your head as the king kisses your neck, as his cock leaves your hole, causing his semen to spill out of you. “Is that enough for a marriage?”

“Aren’t most of them transactional?” Jungkook challenges, cocking an eyebrow up. “I’d get those three things out of the marriage. You’d get… A different life.”

“How come?” It’s quite obvious how a king’s life differs from a hunter’s, but you ask nonetheless. You want to hear what kind of a life he has planned for you, if any. 

“Well, instead of being alone all the time, you’d have a husband,” he notes with a smile, quickly adding, “a husband that finds you intellectually challenging and so incredibly attractive. A husband that would give you all the freedom you need. A husband that would value your opinions when it came to strategy and defense against monsters. You wouldn’t have to be a trophy wife and do any of the ladylike crap they sell to young girls in school.”

All of it sounds a bit too good to be true. You never wanted to be a wife in the traditional sense and stick around the house while the husband worked and made a living. You didn’t want to have children you’d raise on your own, and you didn’t want to have to worry about being poor and not being able to support your children. With a husband like Jungkook, none of that would be a problem.

“Promise?” You hear yourself whispering against his lips, even if you’re still in shock, even if none of it seems real. It’s a good way out of a scary and lonely life you’ve lived for longer than expected in your profession.

“I promise, hunter,” the king says, sealing the deal with a gentle kiss. “Now, who do we find to kill these monsters?”

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HUNTER ‖ JJK

As a hunter, you're hired by powerful people to kill the monsters that lurk in the woods surrounding villages and cities, praying on innocent people. When king Jungkook express an interest in meeting you, you expect the man to beg for your help, but the meeting doesn't go as planned.

⤑ word count:  9k ⤑ rating and genre: 18+, smut, fantasy!au, medieval!au ⤑ pairing:  jungkook x fem!reader ⤑ posting date: Thursday, August 11 ⤑ warnings: mentions of monsters, death, poverty, societal injustice, poor treatment of women by society, blood; jungkook gets mad and shouts at a certain point; choking (non-sexual); the dynamic is sort of enemies to lovers; smut [fingering, oral (f. receiving), unprotected sex, creampie]; mentions of pregnancy and marriage!! ⤑ masterlist ‖ updates ⤑ banner credit: this gorgeous banner was made by @itaeewon. thank you, jen ♡ ⤑ feedback and reblogs are always appreciated. hope you'll enjoy this oneshot!

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In this day and age, girls know they can be one of three things when they grow old enough: wives, nuns, or—in rare cases—hunters.

Life is as hard as it is, even though your kingdom, consisting of many villages, is prosperous. The rich are rich and the poor are poor, which is the same even in less fortunate kingdoms. There is law and order, and people follow these traditions.

When you’re a little girl, you’re allowed to play with boys, learn sports, run around and scrape your knees. But, as soon as you turn eight, your life changes. Boys start going to school—real school—where they are taught everything. Girls, on the other hand, take classes on what is expected of them in the future, how to be an adequate daughter and not embarrass your family, etiquette and nice behavior, sewing and knitting, and all the things you absolutely hated as a little girl.

After school, girls can play with boys, even if it’s considered more appropriate for them to spend time with older women, talk to them, and learn from them. You never did that. All your free time was spent with your brother and his peers. You learned from them, heard everything they were taught in school and were able to read from their books and discover the kind of knowledge they were allowed to possess. You envied them terribly all your life.

It was then that you realized you were all taught the same thing—monsters were real and they were a threat. Monsters were beings that could wipe out a village in hours if there were enough of them. When you were a child, they were the only threat to your kingdom, the only thing that didn’t pick and choose who to kill, like hunger did. Every person in the kingdom, no matter how poor, was trained on monsters from an early age.

Because they were big and strong and dangerous, hunters were the only group of people who would voluntarily come in contact with them. The hunters were rewarded generously for their contribution to society, but due to the nature of their business and the fact that they were required to travel, hunters did not marry. 

Most families had both boys and girls. Some boys would marry if the family could afford to bring in the bride and feed her too. Some girls would marry if the family could afford their dowry. In case they couldn’t, the family would send them off to be nuns, to pray in chapels and help priests, to pray for monsters to go away and bring back hope to people. It was free, and most families would send their female children there because they just couldn’t be able to afford them staying on when they turned of age. 

When a daughter knew she wasn’t going to marry—either there was something wrong with her or she didn’t have dowry—she would be able to take a physical test with the boys, if she wanted to. If she proved stronger than the majority of them, she could become a hunter herself. If not, she would become a nun.

It was a terrible choice, and most girls without a dowry picked the nunnery because it was safe. Monsters don’t go inside churches, after all. They usually kill off the poor people on the outskirts of villages and slowly make their way towards the town center. Monsters were known to eradicate towns, so village people were always afraid of them. None of them wanted to volunteer their female children to get killed by monsters during training. A daughter in a nunnery can at least help in some way—a dead daughter couldn’t.

When little girls became women—when they bled for the first time—the decision would be made on their behalf. Young women had no say in it, it was the parents who decided. Parents had a  couple of options, based on how well-off they were. If the family was able to afford the dowry, the girls would get sent to a real school for women, one where they would learn even more about how to be a good wife, how to pleasure the husband, how to cook and clean in case the husband couldn’t afford to keep servants, how to care for children. 

However, some marriages were arranged between poorer families without dowry, though. A family sometimes needed a female touch—the woman of the house had died, and the family could accept a bride without dowry in return for her labor. In other words, families could take on someone without a dowry if they wanted to, which was rarely the case. It was an additional expense to house and feed another person, especially in the villages. 

Your two sisters did have a dowry, so you knew all about the teachings in those wife schools and dreaded the idea of attending it yourself. You couldn’t think of anything more boring than sitting with other girls in school and learning how to speak softly, be a good wife, and never speak your mind. By the time you became a woman, your sisters were already married off. 

Your brother was to continue with the family business, so he was engaged to marry the neighbor’s daughter when she became old enough to marry him. You could still remember the day when you became a woman, when you woke up and felt strange wetness between your thighs, when you pulled the covers off of yourself and saw blood. You knew your fate was sealed forever because you had no dowry and no marriage agreement.

You insisted your parents let you take the test. After all, you’d been practicing for it for years with your brother and his friends. You hoped you’d be good enough to be allowed to go and fight the big bad monsters that threatened everyone’s safety. The other choice simply wasn’t for you. Your parents didn’t think you’d ever qualify to become a hunter, so they gave in, thinking you would fail. In their minds, this was just a little test you’d take, embarrass yourself, and then be forced to go into a nunnery. 

The day you became a woman, your parents went to report it to authorities, explaining that you would be taking the hunter test. The authorities gave you a week’s rest, until the bleeding stopped. The test was difficult and exhausting and your entire body hurt, certain bones aching to touch weeks after it happened. But, most importantly, you passed it and went to train with hunters. Once you passed the test, your parents couldn’t take their permission back or change the course of history.

Now, years later, you realize how rare it is for women to become hunters. During your years as one, you’ve only met a handful of them. There were a lot of male hunters, but sadly, many of them died too. Monsters were unpredictable if they were left out there to mate. One or two weren’t that complicated to kill if you were capable and knowledgeable. But, they were deadly in groups, quick and unpredictable. Many hunters died fighting them, which is making them—you—scarce. 

Not all families wanted to let their children become hunters, either. It was like sending a family member to certain death—maybe not right then, but in a year or two or ten, surely. Poor families who had sons with no prospect of a good future would usually send them to hunter school, hoping to at least benefit from the pay that would come after their children started killing monsters. 

All of that makes you one of the hunters famous for their skills. The longer you survive as a hunter, the more appreciated your expertise is. Because of it, you’ve traveled the world, seen other kingdoms, and fought monsters of all sizes—something a nun or a wife could never even dream of doing. You like it that way. Due to the nature of your calling, important people know about you, which is why you’re shown to the court of Jeon Jungkook, the king of your kingdom. Your king.

The man is impressive, you have to give him that. He’s not as big and tall as kings are always depicted in all the school books—lies told to deceive the masses and make them think the leaders are invincible and extraordinary—but he’s tall enough, broad enough, and handsome enough for you to look twice. You would have looked twice anyway because he is a king, after all, but this way, the sight is actually pleasant, for a change. You’ve had enough of old, perverted kings and their comments about a night with them being your pay for killing a monster that threatened their kingdom. In many cases, you wished you hadn’t killed the monster and that it had eaten the king instead.

The man’s looks are more than impressive—strong eyebrows framing his chiseled face, deep eyes demanding a second look, dark curly hair framing it perfectly. A single glance at the handsome king shows he’s led a good life, a life without many worries, a somewhat easy life. Each role in this world comes with its burdens, and not even powerful men are spared from those, even if theirs are much lighter than some others.

You two look at each other for a moment or two while the other men in the room glance at one and then the other, waiting for one of you to speak. You don’t want to be the one to break the silence. After all, you were invited here on his orders—the man could at least tell you what for, even if you already know he has a monster problem.

You’re sure King Jungkook wants you to solve it for him. You’ve heard about the two or three monsters on the outskirts terrorizing the city. A hunter friend of yours has died trying to kill them. Hunters are hard to get by, so the problem has grown in the meantime, but you are here with one of the younger hunters and you’re certain the two of you will solve the issue—Jungkook just has to offer something in return for you risking your lives. That’s how the transaction usually goes. He offers, hunters accept and go risk their lives, no matter how much they were offered.

The king nods at you when you move from the door, walk into the room, and check him out from head to toe, all without a word. His voice takes you aback—it’s smooth and kind-sounding, even if there is little kindness in the order he spits out, “Leave us alone, thank you.” With that, the four servants and a couple of stuck-up officials leave the room, leaving you and king Jungkook all alone.

The move is a big mistake on his end. Theoretically speaking, someone could have paid you for his head, but the young king clearly doesn’t think regicide is even an option. When they’re young, they never do. Kings think people just love them too much to want to see them gone. Years teach them that their people do not care about kings but about the food in their bellies and those who put it here. Even if he doesn’t know that yet, Jungkook clearly understands how beneficial you could be to him, which is why you were invited. You’re expecting him to offer you the world in exchange for your help.

“You asked to see me?” you ask with a cocked-up eyebrow, looking around the big room he’s seeing you in. Fancy, too fancy for the likes of you, but still, nothing you haven’t seen before. There were even richer kings who needed your help before.

“Yes, that’s right. I did ask to see you so I could talk to you about the inefficiency of your kind,” he says gruffly, giving you a grimace of annoyance. It's the first time a king left you speechless, so it takes you a while to recover. Did he just—? Your kind? What the hell did that mean? Your kind saved his kind’s asses many times before, risking their lives in the process.

“Excuse me?” You’re just too stunned to react in the way a hunter usually would. You don’t have to be there, you don’t have to help if you don’t want to. You’re trained to, you feel obligated to, it’s your destiny because you weren’t chosen to be a wife and didn’t want to be a nun, but pretty boy can’t make you fight for him—no one can.

“Listen, I am the King. I paid your kind for your services and was promised you’d solve the monster issue months ago,” he sneers at you, nose flaring as the young king speaks to you like you’re nothing, banging the tip of his pointer finger against the desk to show how angry he is. Every couple of words, the digit presses into the wood harshly, making you look down. “So tell me why our death toll is at seventy people as of two days ago! Seventy! Why have hunters died instead of killing the monsters? Why did I give you gold that will last a lifetime in return for nothing?”

The pretty man’s face changed from sweet to angry, but that doesn’t move you at all. What does is the tone he is using with you, the way he’s talking to you—no man has talked to you that way since you became a hunter. They simply didn’t dare. The people know a hunter’s training is tough. Those who survive as hunters are even tougher. After all, you were trained to kill creatures far stronger than people, so why would a measly little man think he could shout at you? In this case, he’s a king with an inflated sense of self, but still… Not a very wise move from one Jeon Jungkook, especially not when you’re all alone in a room together.

You want to ask who exactly he paid. He can’t be mad at you for not killing this monster when you just arrived there, not even making a deal with the man. “Have you pa—”

“I am not done speaking!” he shouts, banging his fist against the desk, making you stop in place and look at him. Then, Jungkook starts walking up and down the room nervously, his arms flailing around as he continues, “I am the King! I paid fairly and generously because the safety of my people—of your people—is of the utmost importance to me. There is no price to human life! I know that and I’ve invited the best of the best to deal with the issue, and yet nothing was done. Not a single thing. Hunters used to be able to kill groups of twelve monsters, and now you can’t fight off a smaller group? Clearly, something has gone wrong in the training you’ve received because this is outrageous.”

You know the king doesn’t give a rat’s ass about the people—they’re expendable goods, these poor people who pay taxes and make his family rich. No poor people means no taxes, which means the Jeon dynasty would become poor themselves, and that’s why this handsome-when-angry king is furious. The way he’s moving about gives off his nervousness. Is he afraid of the people’s reaction to his inefficiency, his failure to protect them?

Since you’re still speechless, the man continues, “What else do I have to do? I have paid you people more than fairly. I can’t give you the entire kingdom, can I?”

“With all due respect, you haven’t paid me a cent. You’ve paid colleagues of mine for their work. If a hunter has died while on a mission, they surely didn’t do it to cheat the likes of you out of money, king,” you spit the words at him, furious at all the implications. You say it with such sass you’re worried he might do something to you. 

But, then again, hunters are above the law in most cases, save for causing bodily harm of any kind to other humans who haven’t attacked them first. Anything else, they can get away with in return for keeping nations safe. “We have lost many people through the years, and it was never because of a lack of trying or training—it was because these monsters get stronger the more lives they take. So, the monsters on the outskirts of our,” you stress the word, reminding the king that this is your hometown, “city have probably eaten hundreds of people before even stumbling upon the city. That’s why good hunters died fighting them.”

Your tone is brass and harsh, and you’re positive no one in his life has spoken to the young king that way. Before he was a king, he was a prince, and no one talks to princes that way, either. Shock is written all over Jungkook’s face from the second you start speaking—he stops in place, lets his mouth hang open, and his eyebrow cocks up in the middle of it. When you’re done, he closes his mouth, gulps, and continues walking.

“Fine. All of that is fine,” he says, waving your rudeness off. You’re surprised he hasn’t screamed for his guards to send you away or walk over to you to slap you, to put you in your place for talking back to him. Maybe there’s more to this specific king than you think. “You have lost your colleagues, I have lost my bride-to-be months ago. They,” he grunts, shaking his head, “they massacred her body and the bodies of her servants that accompanied her to the picnic. We were supposed to get married a mere month from that date, but… She’s gone now. And they’re still eating people, murdering them, ruining lives. What is wrong with your kind? Can’t you do your job? How many of you do I need to pay to get here? What price is good enough for you people to come here and do the only fucking thing you were trained for, badly at that?”

Jungkook annoys you. You can’t stand people who look down at hunters. After all, all of you are there because you wanted to be, because you heard terrible stories about these monsters being a threat to you—the people who lived on the outskirts, not those safe in their palaces of gold with servants at their doors. Hunters become what they are because of their desire to fight the monsters and win, keep everyone else safe. 

Nobody is in it for the pay. What’s the use of all the money when you could die right then and there? You couldn’t marry or have children as a hunter, not unless someone married you without a dowry or wife training. Male hunters also weren’t trained for much else, which is why they were doomed. The life expectancy of a hunter is a lot shorter than a villager’s, let alone a king’s, which means no one understood what kind of sacrifices were made at such a young age. While the pretty king went to his warm bed every night with a belly full of the finest food and the tastiest wine, hunters were out in the woods dying for him and his kind.

So, when this man starts assuming you’re all in it for the money, something inside you snaps. The hunter who died for this spoiled brat was your friend, one of the people who taught you everything you know. You’ve killed more monsters than Jungkook has even heard of, despite his perfect training, and he thinks he has the right to judge you, your friend, or any other hunters out there. You’ve had enough.

In three quick strides, you’re standing in front of him, your forearm pressed into his neck, his body hitting the wall behind him because of the force of your push. The king wasn’t expecting you to do that, which is why you are now able to pin him against the wall and push your body against his, rendering him immobile. There’s fear in his eyes for a split second, but then he grins. “What are you going to do, kill me?” Jungkook snickers like he doesn’t even care if you do exactly that. “Be done with it.”

“I’m not here to kill you.” It’s your turn to sneer at him and talk to him like you’re filled with hate. “But I’m also not here to be treated like scum, either. My kind is your kind, king. We’re all people. While you were trained on how to be a rich brat, I spent my younger years in the forest, cold and afraid, fighting off any animal or monster I could find. The only goal is to keep people safe, and not just the rich people who live far away from the places these monsters attack. I need to keep my people safe, the poor ones, the ones who don’t have guns and stone houses to protect themselves like you. So, if you need my help, king, you will watch the way you speak to the person who came here of her own volition to help you kill these monsters. If you can do that, I will grant you the same courtesy.”

You say all of this right to his face, your noses almost touching, eyes peering into one another’s. It’s a tense situation, and you never thought you’d be this close to a king—you hated almost every single one you’ve met. Besides, you can’t really get away with threatening a king and choking him. You’re not sure if the man will scream for help or stab you. Anything could be expected at this point. 

However, the thing that happens is something you couldn’t have imagined in your wildest fantasy—his highness gets erect right against your stomach. The thing poking your stomach is a hard cock, unmistakably. You didn’t need to attend wife school to learn about these things—hunters can do whatever they want with the bodies whose safety they risk daily. So, you’ve had your fair share of hard cocks pressing against you, and you are positive this is one. 

You raise an eyebrow and Jungkook gulps, looking down at your lips. “I— I— Apologize,” he mutters, sounding so pathetic all of a sudden. “I just want this issue solved, that is all. I will pay whatever you need, offer you whatever you want if you can help me.”

The king is as meek as they come, completely spineless when he meets a woman who can talk back. You’re sure his poor wife-to-be was taught never to speak back to him, not even if he mistreated her, God rest her soul. So, the king is enjoying the power dynamics here, the fact that you do a manlier thing than he does, the fact that you can kill a monster he himself couldn’t even if he tried. He likes it, and you have to admit you like him too. 

Not because he’s a king but because he spoke to you that way despite you being stronger than him, despite him needing you, and not the other way around, even though you could walk out and leave him helpless. Besides, the man is a king—he’s surely clean and well-versed in the art of sexual pleasure. Having sex in the woods couldn’t be as good as having sex in a warm palace, and you haven’t tried that one yet.

“The monster issue,” you ask, tilting your head to the side, your lips almost brushing against his, “or this problem?” With that, you push your body against his, applying pressure to his erect member, making him gasp, which sounds so sweet somehow. Definitely not as scary as Jungkook thought he sounded earlier when he shouted, that’s for sure.

The king visibly relaxes all of a sudden and even lets out a chuckle. “I will pay you for killing the monsters for me,” he says, licking his lips while his eyes look up from yours, “and I will fuck you for free. Deal?”

You scoff, moving away, letting go of his neck. Jungkook places his hand over his throat for a second and looks at you with a blank expression. “You will fuck me for free?” With a scoff, you tongue your cheek and check him out from head to toe, making sure you look condescending when you do so—the king shouldn’t let his title get to his head. “You say it like you should be paid to do it.”

“You haven’t tried me yet,” the man challenges, his hand suddenly grabbing the belt around your hips, pulling you closer to him. He has a lot more strength than you thought because he manages to pull you in closer with just one move of his hand, one grab of his hand around the belt, one sneak of his fingers around the leather. The movement turns you on—not many men dare act that way around a hunter, male or female. “What do you say, hunter?”

The way he stresses the word and spits it out the same way you did his title makes you consider his offer. You’re going to chase and kill the monster either way—it’s what you came here to do. But, the sex offer came out of the blue. You know the sex will stay between you two. Jungkook is a king, he can’t risk talking about fucking a monster hunter, and you will keep your mouth shut because you don’t want other kings to think they’re getting laid when they call you for a job. It’s not a service you provide. 

“Let’s see what you’ve got,” you whisper to him and watch his mouth turn from a straight line to a smirk.

Suddenly, the meek king is meek no more. His expression turns cocky, his hands start groping you over your clothes, lips finding yours. He kisses like he means it—warm and wet, tongue swiping across your lips, begging for access. The most powerful man in the kingdom seems to be turned on by the fact you choked and threatened him, told him how you really felt about him and people like him. That much is clear from the way he grinds against you, erection rubbing your stomach over your clothes in his desperate attempt to get any kind of friction.

When you finally give in to him and open your mouth, Jungkook groans and shoves his long tongue into it, his hips push into yours until your ass hits his desk. While he’s kissing you, his hands undo your belt, one of them sneaking into your pants. It’s a messy kiss, one that gives off his neediness, the type you don’t expect from kings. Do kings ever kiss or do they just lie in bed and wait for a whore to come sit on them and do everything on their behalf while they just lie there being the lazy brats they were? Well, not this king. While you think about that, the man’s strong hand sneaks inside your underwear, cupping your sex with a growl, like he’s finally getting something he’s wanted for a long time. 

His kisses are sloppy—drool is wetting your chin while Jungkook kisses you and grunts, his fingers playing with your sex eagerly, pads moving up and down your sex. You expected him to push his fingers inside to prepare you for his member, but the king takes his time, no matter how hasty he seems. The back of his palm presses into your clitoris while he kisses you, and you see no other option than to reward him by grabbing his erection over his clothes and running your palm over it, which makes the man tremble against you. 

“Sensitive there, king?” You’re just teasing Jungkook for suddenly seeming so weak when he was full of himself just minutes ago, when he thought he could get away with shouting at you for something you didn’t do. 

“Hm…” The chuckle Jungkook lets out sounds cocky, his lips brush against yours as he asks, “Sensitive here, hunter?” With that, three of his fingers start rubbing your clitoris hard, pushing against it and then moving around in quick circles that make you moan. 

You bite down on your lip to prevent yourself from sounding that eager—you don’t want to give him that type of satisfaction, not just yet. Jungkook still seems pretty cocky about it, so you sneak one hand into his pants and grab the tip of his cock, squeezing the area just below it as hard as you can, feeling the meaty flesh push back against your touch. Your other hand grabs the back of the king’s head, pulling on his silky smooth locks. 

“Not as much as you, I think,” you say as your thumb swipes across his plush tip, smearing around the tell-tale sign of his excitement, making the man hiss before he kisses you again.

The king chuckles and pulls his hand out of your pants, depriving you of his warmth on you, of his touch between your legs. It seems like he wants you to beg, but you’re not going to give him what he wants, so you let go of his hard cock and shrug. “That’s how you want to play?”

“I don’t want to play at all,” you admit. “My kind doesn’t play.” You stress the word he used earlier, making it sound derogatory. The king scoffs, one corner of his mouth lifting in a half-smirk before he leans in and places his hands on your hips, grabbing the material of your pants.

“You’ll soon realize,” he starts speaking to you again, voice now very smooth and almost sweet, hands pulling your clothes down your legs in one quick motion, “that my kind doesn’t play either.” And just like that, you’re naked from the waist down in the king’s meeting quarters, the man himself squatting in front of you. “Now let me do this right.” 

You nod and continue looking down at the man, wondering what his plan is. Since he is who he is, you expect the guy to just fuck you—the type of sex you’re used to, someone taking you on your feet, from behind, just a quick fuck to get what you both need out of it. Kings don’t usually even care what the other party needs, which is why they pay someone for their services and call it a day most of the time. 

“Up,” Jungkook grumbles at you and you lift one leg, just high enough for him to take off your boot and set this leg free of your clothes. He repeats the same with the other leg, and you feel thankful for the warm bath you were able to take this morning at the roadhouse. It made your skin feel soft, made you smell nice, made the king want to touch you. He runs his hands up your naked legs to your ass, squeezing it. “So that’s the way to get a hunter to shut up.”

You laugh at that heartily, realizing this specific king might not be as stupid as most of them. He gets up and grabs your shirt, pulling it over your head. In less than a minute, you’re completely nude in front of the king, and he sits you on his desk, makes you spread your legs for him while he kisses you just as eagerly as earlier. You do the best you can with the room you have and pull his pants down, grabbing a handful of his firm ass in the process, grazing your fingers over his balls while you set them free along with his cock. 

Only then do you feel even, like the king doesn’t have the upper hand, even though being bare in front of a fully-clothed man does something to your brain, makes your crotch react. It’s then that the man touches you, his mouth kissing its way down your neck, sucking on the skin while he pushes himself against you, wrapping an arm around you. 

The only thing you can do is start tugging at his member, preparing it for what’s to come—even if it is as hard as it can get, even if it needs no preparation. Jungkook reacts to that by practically whining into the skin of your neck and easing a finger inside of you so slowly you want to cuss at him and tell him to go harder. You squirm under his touch when he pulls the finger out and then pushes it in again, and he notices the way you tremble, even if he’s busy nibbling on your neck. “What is it?” he asks, practically scoffing, lips brushing against the vein in your neck. “Not used to going slow?”

“Can’t fuck slow in the woods,” you admit nonchalantly, which makes him almost gasp, but he hides it by clearing his throat. The king is clearly not used to women being so open about sex, which comes as no surprise considering all the ladies at his court have to be prim and proper. That’s what they taught in school, anyway.

“Good thing you’re not in the woods anymore, hunter,” the king mumbles and takes your breast into his mouth, sucking on the nipple with his eyes closed. Now two of his fingers sneak inside of you and he curls them, rubbing you from the inside, finding that spot that feels perfect when touched like that. Maybe some kings do get better training than you give them credit for. “I rarely fuck fast.”

You laugh and look down at him, speeding up the movements of your hand which is still wrapped around his thick shaft. The faster you move, the more the king grunts and hums against your chest, his tongue poking out to tease your nipple. “Yeah? I doubt a long, sensual fuck will help you get all that pent-up frustration out, king.”

“Who said I’m frustrated?” Jungkook looks up at you and bites into the flesh of your breast, just around the nipple, chuckling evilly when you groan and clench around his fingers. “Like that, hm?”

He’s only asking because your eyes fluttered closed when he started moving his fingers fast, his thumb brushing your clitoris. “They do teach you something in king school, after all.”

Jungkook giggles and starts moving his hand faster, which makes you grab onto his fine shirt and start doing the same with your hand. You’re not letting him off easy. “Yeah,” he surprisingly agrees. “They do teach you how to pleasure someone.”

“They send women for you to practice with?” you can’t help but ask, even if it’s none of your business. You’re here to do a job, this is just a stop along the way. Jungkook speeds up even more, suckling on your nipple while his hand pushes into you fast and hard, filling the vast space of his office with lascivious sounds. “Have to pretend they enjoy it?”

He grunts, cock twitching in your fist, teeth grazing your breast. “Are you pretending, hunter? Doesn’t feel like it.”

“No,” you admit, unable to lie when your body is starting to clench already, when you feel so close to orgasm you are already moaning with every thrust of his fingers. “But you had practice. And training.”

“They didn’t teach you how to spread your legs in hunter school?” he teases, knowing very well what they do and don’t teach your kind, as he put it. “Didn’t teach you how to take a cock well, how to pleasure a man?”

“No, king,” you respond, kicking your head back and letting him pull you closer as he sends you over the edge. “Other hunters taught me that.”

He growls and bites into your shoulder before pecking your lips. “Give me their names, I’ll have them all killed,” Jungkook jokes—at least you think so by the way he giggles right after and pushes his thumb against your clitoris. 

“Can’t kill men for pleasuring me,” is what you manage to mutter between two loud moans, ones that tell the king he’s about to make you come, which makes him even cockier. “Can only pleasure me better.”

“Oh, I fully intend to,” he grunts and finally pushes the fingers inside you so hard you see stars, so hard that you just grab his cock and his shirt and let yourself come hard, walls clenching and releasing around the two long fingers inside of you, clit pulsating against the pad of his thumb. The king continues moving and coos teasingly. “See? I’ll fuck you so good you’ll only want kings after.”

That’s the thing that makes you scoff and push him away from your neck with a grin, even if your body is still writhing with pleasure, even if you’re breathless. He is a fine specimen, a man who knows what he’s doing, but he’s still a king. “This is an exception, not a rule.”

“The only king that gets to have your pussy?” Jungkook sounds ecstatic, maybe even a bit hopeful as he lightly smacks your swollen slit.

“Who said you can have it?” you tease, knowing very well you’re already ready to take that rod between his legs and milk the cum out of it. You didn’t come this far not to feel him inside of you.

“You said I’m frustrated,” the king says before licking a stripe up your neck and sucking on your ear while two of his fingers enter you again. “Let me fuck my frustrations out on you.”

“Well, that is better than shouting.” With that, you start jerking his cock again, the other hand moving down from his shirt to grab his balls. “In fact, that’s the only acceptable way to take out your frustrations on someone else.”

Jungkook agrees with a chuckle, eyes glancing at yours. “You feel so tight,” he tells you, reminding you of the two fingers still shoved deep inside of you which are now moving in scissoring motion. “Can’t wait to feel you even closer.”

“Slow down, king,” you hum and start moving your hand even faster, wanting to see the man fall apart. “I thought you said you fucked slow. We’re just getting started.”

It’s a lie—you’re more than ready to take him now and you’re almost positive you’ll enjoy it even if he lasts a minute or two. But, Jungkook grins and shoves his tongue inside of your mouth again, pushing his clothed chest against yours, removing his fingers from you. “Can I taste you?” he hums into your ear, his body warm next to yours. You’re surprised that is what a king wants, but you’re not going to let that show. 

“You’ll have to pay me extra for that,” you tease, referring to his earlier comment when he thought he’d be pulling all the strings. However, the king drops to his knees and takes your sex into his mouth instantly, humming as he does so. His tongue probes between your lips, sinking to your entrance, swirling around it, and then moves back up to your clitoris, all in a couple of seconds. Whatever they taught in king school should be taught in all schools, you think to yourself, but you’re not admitting it to Jungkook. So you get yourself together, clear your throat, and mumble, “You heard me?”

“Loud and clear,” the man sucking on your sex says and moves away, your wetness on his chin. The way he looks at you makes you clench around nothing—there’s desire in his eyes, desire and need to have you, and you’re not used to being looked at like that. You’re not one of the beautiful and polished court ladies with long, beautiful hair, silky dresses, and skin made sweet by lotions. You’re not someone men look at that way, especially not kings. “Not a problem. I’m the king, right?”

You simply nod and place your feet on the desk in a move that’s so unladylike it’s almost comical. You half-expect someone of his caliber to mock you for it, tell you it’s not the proper way to behave, instruct you to lie down and take it, try to hide your sex, and act all shy when a man wants to shove his face in your crotch. But, Jungkook doesn’t. Instead, he just grabs your thighs, pushes them apart even more, and dives right back in, tongue moving up and down your slit, juices spilling onto his firm, expensive desk. 

You’re handing him all control, you realize a couple of minutes in when your toes start curling again, when it feels like Jungkook is becoming one with your pussy, not even taking a breath while he’s eating you out—or so it seems. You’re just sitting there, propped up on your elbows, and staring at his pretty face. 

He really is a pretty man, even if that is considered an insult for his sex. Men want to be called handsome, gruff, manly. But, you’re starting to realize you like them pretty whenever you look down between your legs and see Jungkook suck on your clit, his eyes playfully staring back at yours. He shouldn’t have this type of control over you and your preferences, so you continue teasing him. “How many women have you paid to fuck on this desk, king?”

It should put him in his place, remind him about the payment thing, give you the upper hand. But, the comment just makes him hum against your skin. “About to christen it,” he mumbles. Oh, so no one else got fucked on this desk by the man himself? Interesting.

“Then what are we waiting for?”

Your eyes look down, his look up, and right then, you know he’s going to give it to you hard. Soon enough, he’s on his feet, clothes around his thighs, cock smacking against your now thoroughly wet and prepared slit. The king kisses you, lets you feel your sweet tanginess on his tongue, something you haven’t tasted in years, and you kiss him back just as eagerly, grip his soft curls and pull him in even closer. While kissing, the tip of his cock enters you and the rest of it quickly follows.

The way you grunt at the feeling makes Jungkook chuckle and break away from the kiss. “Good?” he checks, even if he doesn’t have to. You can’t remember when anyone has checked whether you were enjoying yourself during sex, not even when it was your first time, when you were just learning things. 

“It’s no hunter dick,” you say, offering no further explanation. You don’t want Jungkook to know you’re touched by his faux concern.

“On second thought, I think I'm frustrated after all,” the proud king mutters with a chuckle, hands moving down to your hips. And then, he starts smacking into you so hard you can’t help but cry out. “Should take it out on you.”

You’ve already had one orgasm and he’s built up the second one perfectly, so every stroke against your walls feels lovely, feels like exactly what you need. Jungkook seems to know that because there’s a confident look on his face that’s frowning, jaw clenched as he thrusts hard. It’s the type of face people make when they do hard work—like fighting off big, bad monsters, straining to use all their power to overcome the enemy, or doing manual labor. In other words, it’s not a face you expect a king to make, especially not a king as powerful and rich like the one currently inside of you. 

“What are you so frustrated about?” you manage to squeeze the words out, even if you feel like he’s beating your hips with his, like his cock is slamming against your walls hard, like you’ll feel him inside of you long after Jungkook pulls out. “Hard being king?”

He stops trying so valiantly for a second and breaks out into laughter, even if his hips keep smacking against yours, making your ass push into the wood you’re sitting on. “Lost a lot to monsters,” he grunts, moving in so close he can barely pull his cock out of you, but that just means the thrusts are deep every time. Jungkook pulls his hips back just an inch and slams them into you again. “My future wife,” he says, reminding you of the fact that he was supposed to be a married man. 

“You’re the king, your family will find a suitable match,” you say spitefully. Well, it’s not exactly out of spite, but you’re just disappointed with how the world works, how all these things are contractual. You can’t count how many men have propositioned you during the years despite the rings on their ring fingers, knowing their dutiful wives were waiting at home. Marriages were arranged by families or completely transactional—there was no love or lust or friendship behind them. “Only the finest for the king, right? I’m sure some poor soul out there is just finishing wife school hoping to become the queen.”

You were sure the king was already supposed to marry some beautiful rich girl whose father owned a lot of land or businesses. These things were arranged before people even met, without their consent or care for the well-being of the people involved in the marriage. “I didn’t even want that match to begin with,” he informs you, pressing his lips against yours for a second before grunting when you clench around him on purpose. “Let alone a suitable one.”

“A rebel king?” You giggle, wrapping your legs around his waist just to pull him into your frame, feel his body against yours. “I love that.”

When he accepts the new power play and starts pumping himself into you again, Jungkook grunts, “Monsters have taken people away from me.” You don’t need to be reminded of the dangers you face every day, so you hum. “And they’ve also taken my ability to think.”

“Why do you say that, king?” you mumble, grabbing your breast and squeezing it, which gets him to stare. Suddenly, he shifts, wraps his arms around your waist, and leans forward to lick your nipple. 

Only then does the proud king answer your question. “I’m here balls deep in a hunter,” he reminds you, sheathing himself into you all the way and pausing for a second, “just because she has a big mouth.” The way Jungkook looks at you tells you all you need to know—he’s loving every second of it. His big eyes are focused on yours as his lips quiver into a smirk, and there’s something gentle about the way he looks at you.

You laugh at that and let him suck on your breasts for a while, while he continues pumping his thick length inside of you and sending shivers down your spine with his nimble tongue. “At least I’ll solve your problem for you.”

“Oh, you sure will,” he hums, “you’ll solve many of them.” You’re not sure what the mighty king means by that, but you’re taking it. 

When his breathing gets ragged, you start meeting his thrust with your hips, allowing Jungkook to sink even further inside of you, which gets him to moan sweetly, eyes rolling to the back of his head. By this point, the king is sweaty, the ends of his curls sticking to the sides of his face, mouth moving from your breasts to your mouth periodically, unable to stay in one place. Somehow, the worn-out look doesn’t ruin his prettiness, doesn’t make him look any less soft, even if his face is getting red and frowning every time your walls wrap around his thick cockhead.

“God almighty!” Jungkook groans, pressing his wet forehead into the side of your face, breathing out so heavily you think he’s already come. “Can I finish inside of you? I feel like I'll die if I don’t.” He sounds so desperate that it makes you think you could get him to do anything for you.

“Only if you marry me, king,” you joke, knowing that’s the one thing hunters can’t do. You can sleep around without being married, you can travel the world, earn money and spend it however you want to, but you can’t start a family.

If you get pregnant, you’re out in the street, unable to take care of a child, unable to continue hunting. A pregnant woman can’t hunt. You’re dead within a couple of months without a roof over your head or security for your baby. You can’t risk it, no hunter can. The men can’t have a family back home when there is no home—that’s the life of a drifter like you.

“I’ll give you everything you want,” the king admits, confirming your suspicions. He pulls you in closer, his arms holding your chest close to his as he pumps fast, fingers digging into the skin of your back. “Give you everything, hm? Just let me, this once…”

“You heard me the first time,” you repeat yourself, a part of you wanting to feel him pump you full of cum, wanting to see the king lose control and get a bit stupid because of what you have between your legs, risk it all. Wouldn’t that be satisfying, knowing what you have between your legs made the king risk impregnation?

“Fine then. I’ll do it,” Jungkook says before he kisses your mouth. 

The next second, his hips start staggering and he buries himself inside of you with a loud grunt. The low grunt turns into barely audible, sweet moans that make you clench—he sounds so vulnerable. That’s when you realize the king has ejaculated inside of you, that his semen is what is causing the sudden warmth between your walls. 

“Did you just—?” You’re speechless. You haven’t really pushed him away or tried to stop him, so it’s on you, but you just didn’t think a king would be so reckless with it. The chances of this resulting in a child are slim, but the possibility is there.

“Fuck,” he mumbles, moving away from the kiss but staying buried inside of you, his lips still close to yours. “You don’t have to kill the monsters, but you have to be my wife. The child of a hunter and king has to be the finest specimen, don’t you think?”

“I’m not a meek little girl you can push around, king,” you stress the word with a scoff. The king might not be serious, but you decide to be honest with him. He might be—Jungkook is no typical king. “I don’t know my place and don’t have wife training. I’m not fit to be a king’s wife or any man’s wife, for that matter. You saw me when I get angry.”

“I like you better this way,” he hums, hand cupping your face, cock slowly slipping out of you. “I need someone who contradicts me once in a while. Besides, this is all the wife training you need. You passed.”

“No dowry, either,” you remind him, still not feeling any shame about him being inside of you, about his semen slowly dripping down onto the desk, about the king’s mouth being an inch away from yours. “Your—the people will go wild. You’d get nothing in return.”

Jungkook cups your face in a move so surprising it makes you stiffen. As if he realizes your inner turmoil, he smiles at you and rubs your cheeks with his thumbs. “I have all the money I could need. I don’t need your father to give me any land or gold or strategic alliance. But, you have the experience of a hunter which none of my men can compete with. I can never have it, no matter how much money I have.”

You chuckle, unable to stop looking at the man who looks quite serious about the whole thing. Maybe he has gone mad. Maybe you kind of like it. “Oh, so you only want me for my experience with monsters?”

“Hm,” Jungkook hums and lets go of your face in favor of wrapping his arms around you. “I quite like your self-sufficiency, too. You’re not afraid to speak your mind. That’s a first.” With that, the king leans in, lips brushing against your ear as he whispers, “And that sweet cunt is just a bonus.”

You chuckle again, shaking your head as the king kisses your neck, as his cock leaves your hole, causing his semen to spill out of you. “Is that enough for a marriage?”

“Aren’t most of them transactional?” Jungkook challenges, cocking an eyebrow up. “I’d get those three things out of the marriage. You’d get… A different life.”

“How come?” It’s quite obvious how a king’s life differs from a hunter’s, but you ask nonetheless. You want to hear what kind of a life he has planned for you, if any. 

“Well, instead of being alone all the time, you’d have a husband,” he notes with a smile, quickly adding, “a husband that finds you intellectually challenging and so incredibly attractive. A husband that would give you all the freedom you need. A husband that would value your opinions when it came to strategy and defense against monsters. You wouldn’t have to be a trophy wife and do any of the ladylike crap they sell to young girls in school.”

All of it sounds a bit too good to be true. You never wanted to be a wife in the traditional sense and stick around the house while the husband worked and made a living. You didn’t want to have children you’d raise on your own, and you didn’t want to have to worry about being poor and not being able to support your children. With a husband like Jungkook, none of that would be a problem.

“Promise?” You hear yourself whispering against his lips, even if you’re still in shock, even if none of it seems real. It’s a good way out of a scary and lonely life you’ve lived for longer than expected in your profession.

“I promise, hunter,” the king says, sealing the deal with a gentle kiss. “Now, who do we find to kill these monsters?”

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D R E A M B O Y

tae in the sunlight

sugar? (m.)

𓆩♱𓆪 pairing: jeon jungkook x reader

𓆩♱𓆪 genre: horror, smut, just a bit of crack

𓆩♱𓆪 word count: 5k

𓆩♱𓆪 warnings: extremely heavy trigger warnings, cnc themes (reader does not consent to events that happen within the sexual scenes), aggressive behavior, 0 to 100 really fucking fast, murder / murder themes, language, etc.

𓆩♱𓆪 summary: it’s time to meet your neighbor.

———> a/n: i’m serious, this is some heavy stuff. do not read if any of the warnings make you uncomfortable. if you decide to read on, i hope you enjoy.

"Shit." This was the last box in your car, and you nearly tripped over yourself trying to push it into the corner. You slump over onto the floor, careful not to bust your ass on your way down. You'd been moving all day, you were starving, and your feet were on fucking fire.

You take a moment to catch your breath, pulling your knees up to your chest as you stare out into the hallway of your new room.

Yeah, you were moving. It had been forever since your last move, but this time, you had a roommate. You'd met her during your first year of college, and the two of you collectively decided to move off campus and rent an apartment together. Crazy decision, it appeared, but the two of you made it work.

You'd been extremely close to her since you met during orientation, and moving in together seemed like a step in the right direction.

"It looks a little bare." You snap your head up a bit, your roommate propped up against the doorframe with her hands on her hips. Not having the energy to carry a decent conversation, you nod once.

"Of course, we'll have to add decorations, give it the whole nine, and it'll look great." She continues on as she approaches you, and offers you her hand. You grab it, and she pulls most of your weight off of the ground on her own.

"It's so quiet here." You finally speak. It was the middle of the day, (on a Friday) when you two started moving your things in, and you hadn't seen a single person your age around the complex anywhere. You were beginning to think you'd moved into an area that might've been well known for housing old people.

"We just got here. We'll have to find out where the hot spots are later, after we've gotten comfortable with the place." You give a quick look around the room where all of your belongings sat, and you tsk.

"It might take a while for that." You respond. She nudges your side, and you shrug.

"You did get the bigger bedroom though. That's a start." She begins, examining the space where you two stood.

"It's also the room closest to the front door. If someone were to come in here, they'd kill me first, I'm certain." She laughs at your response, and walks in a small circle around you, motioning her head toward the window in the room.

"Maybe, or you could be luring someone into murder you by giving them the exact layout of your room." You follow her eyes, and notice that the blinds of the window were open.

"You know I didn't open them myself." You speak, walking over to the window to twist the rod and shut the blinds. You hated having the sunlight wake you up, and you were never the type to open them without reason. Especially considering that you were just moving in, opening the blinds was definitely not going to happen.

"I'm just fucking with you." She pauses, and you turn to face her again.

"Maybe." You shove at her shoulder, and walk past her to leave the room. She follows behind you, and the two of you sit in comfortable silence for a few moments. It was as if you were both reminiscing on what your futures could hold here, together. You were still quite young, so anything could be subject to change, and you were okay with that.

One life, live it.

"We got everything moved in, that was the goal, I can't do anything else." Your friend hums in agreement from behind you, and you watch her glance toward the front door; probably to ensure that one of you had locked it beforehand. It was a habit she'd picked up from you. Of course, when you live in such close confinement with someone, you're bound to pick up some things from them. From her, you received the inability to flirt.

You always had that, though.

"I'm headed to bed. Wake up early tomorrow so we can be ready to head out and get some breakfast." Considering you just moved in, you had no food. Plus, you could hear a freshly cooked waffle calling your name. God, you were starving.

"Alright, see you in the morning. Love you." You return her sentiment, and the two of you part for the night. You could practically hear your mattress screaming for you to settle into it, and you were prepared to do just that.

----

Much to your dismay, you were still woken up by the sun peering at you through the blinds. Even though you'd closed them, the glare still managed to wake you from your sleep.

With an annoyed groan, you roll over onto your side, and grab your phone to check the time. It was 8:03 am.

Even though you'd wanted to wake up early, you forgot to set an alarm last night due to your tiredness. Maybe the sun wasn't such a bad thing, in that case.

No, it definitely was.

You roll out of your bed, and head into the bathroom to take care of your business. You take a shower, brush your teeth, wash your face, and doll yourself up for the day. You should have checked up on your roommate to make sure she was awake so you two could leave on time, but the thought slipped your mind. By the time you finished, it was 9:27 am.

You stand in front of your mirror to make sure you didn't have a hair out of place. Once you were sure you were content, you decide to peek into your best friend's room to make sure she was awake. When you heard the sink running, you nodded to yourself, and returned back to your bedroom.

Upon reentering your room, you hear faint talking outside of your window. It was loud enough for you to be certain that someone was there, but not distinct enough for you to understand what was being said.

You get closer to the window, and try to peer through the blinds without opening them. Upon realizing that you could not see a single thing, you open the blinds slightly, and quickly close them afterward.

You take a few seconds to rearrange your thoughts, before peeking through the blinds again.

Fuck.

There was someone there, absolutely.

At this stage of your life, you were still trying to decipher if you were really into men, but you were certainly into this one.

You couldn't see his face very well, but you did see a small, bushy tailed animal running around outside with him. After a few moments of long, hard staring, you were able to make it out as a cat.

God, you really hoped no one could see you looking through the blinds at this man like a weirdo.

He was attractive. He was wearing a black, loose shirt with a pair of black cargo pants, even though it had to have been at least 90 degrees. He had on thick, heavy black boots which probably added about three or so inches to his height. Even then, he was likely taller than you.

When he angled himself to face you, you could see what appeared to be a full sleeve of tattoos, or at least a half sleeve. You changed your position a bit, aiming to get a better view of his face. He had soft, full lips. When he opened his mouth wider, you saw a quick glimpse of metal before he closed it again.

God, did he have a tongue piercing?

He stopped moving for a moment, and you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. He stood completely still, and so did you. It wasn’t until you realized that he was walking closer to your window that you widened your eyes comically, and sank onto the floor with a quiet curse.

Silence.

It was so quiet.

You move to peek again, wondering if you scared the boy away, until you hear three light knocks against the window.

He knows, fuck. He definitely does.

Owning up to your decision to spy on him in the first place, you decide to pull the blinds up completely, lifting the window up as well, so there was no barrier between the two of you any longer.

Well, there was still the screen behind the window, but now, the two of you were face to face, and man.

He was so fucking cute.

He had an eyebrow piercing, long black hair that was a tousled mess (but he still managed to wear it well), and his features were probably sculpted by an angel that had too much time on their hands.

You wondered what you looked like at this moment; on your knees in front of your window, getting caught gawking at some random boy who just happened to be in the right place at the right time.

He picks up the cat with one hand, and the kitty meows softly, beginning to take gentle bites at his finger. He maintains firm eye contact with you, however, and you're wondering if he's about to question your choice of hobbies, when a large smile spreads across his face.

"You like cats, huh?" He says, and you resist the urge to widen your eyes again. He had such a distinct, boyish voice, which seemed to be a major contrast from his appearance. You appreciated the difference, though.

Seeing as he was the first person around your age you'd seen so far, you were trying your best to keep your cool, and avoid any further awkwardness.

"Uh, yeah. I do, I just didn't know there was someone else out there. Figured it may have been a stray." He hums as you speak and nods his head. He examines you for a moment, before silence falls over the two of you once more.

"I don't think I've seen you around before, and I'd remember if I had." You raise an eyebrow at this. Would he remember you because he found you attractive, or because there weren't many young adults around?

"Yeah, my friend and I just moved in yesterday, actually. Trying to settle into the place." You run your hands down your thighs. You desperately wanted to stand, but you'd be standing, talking to a headless body on the other side.

The stranger could sense this, it seemed, because he also raised an eyebrow at the way you were sat on the ground.

"It's pretty unfortunate that we had to meet through a window, isn't it? Stand up, you don't need to be on the ground. I'll bend down." He says, opening his arms to let the cat run free.

"Your cat won't run away?" You ask, causing him to laugh heartily.

"Nah, she loves me." You pull yourself up onto your feet slowly, and by the time you've adjusted your clothing, the boy is, in fact, bent over, tattooed arms pressed against the window, and his face as close to yours as it could get due to the barrier between the two of you.

"Are you from around here?" You shake your head.

"I went to a nearby college, but decided to transfer to an area that seemed more my style. I go to the local university here now." He nods as you speak, still keeping firm eye contact with you as you explain your move to him.

It might have seemed very odd that you were explaining the last few months of your life to some random boy, but that's essentially what it was like on campus, anyway. What's the difference?

"I just graduated from there last year. I'm down here for work now. I've moved constantly, and I'm looking to settle."

"What did you study?" You ask.

"Criminology." You nod slowly. In college, you learned quickly that a person's appearance does not equate to what they choose to study. Some of the most adorable people you knew studied some intense things.

"Congratulations on graduating then, uh..." You trail off.

"Jungkook."

"Right. Congratulations, Jungkook." He lets out a little laugh.

"What are you studyi--"

"Alright, I'm done. My makeup looks pretty good today, right? I tried that new lipstick I bought when we went to the store." Your best friend rummages into your room. You glance over your shoulder at her, and unbeknownst to you, Jungkook has his eyebrow raised.

While you are distracted, he uses this time to glance around your room.

She joins you at your side, and nods her head over to the boy in front of the window. He waves at her, smile as pure as ever.

"Who's the dude?"

"Jungkook, I'm your neighbor down in C3." Your friend nods, giving you a look of suspicion before glancing toward him again.

"It's been a pleasure, Jungkook, but we've got to get going." You speak. Your friend nods, and he stands to his feet slowly, patting his thighs as the cat goes running up to his legs.

"I didn't catch your name." He states firmly.

"It's ________. That's Ivory, my roommate." He smiles softly. Ivory waves her hand at him.

"Pleasure to meet you ladies as well. Come and give me a knock if you ever need some sugar." You chuckle, and he does the same. With one final nod, he dismisses himself.

You let out a sigh you didn't know you were holding in, and turn around to face your roommate. She has an expectant look on her face, and one of her eyebrows is still raised.

"What? Meeting the neighbors was on our list of things to do." You state, as you push the latches on the window shut to lock it. Considering you weren't the type of person to be so forward, you surprised yourself at the interaction you just had.

She playfully rolls her eyes, and grabs your wrist. You reach for your purse and wallet on your bed quickly, before she has the chance to drag you out of the room.

----

You two spend the rest of the day out, buying little things to decorate the apartment (including curtains, so the sun wasn't glaring in your face in the mornings), little groceries, and whatever else you could remember. The sun was beginning to set by the time you returned home, and just like yesterday, you were beat, and so was your best friend.

You assumed that you would be all caught up on sleep by the time you woke up the next day, and your assumption proved to be correct.

Buying those curtains was a great decision, because you woke up on your own accord, and you were feeling great. Still, you were going to make yourself a cup of coffee, but you felt well rested enough to continue about your day and set some things up around your new place.

You head into the kitchen to grab a mug and your coffee grounds. While your machine works itself up, you look around the kitchen. Things were bare, so it didn't feel very 'homey' quite yet, but you were sure to fix that within the next few days.

As your roommate was still sleeping, you're careful not to make too much noise as you're preparing your coffee. Your stomach grumbles as it brews, and the smell slowly begins to fill the kitchen. Even though there was no sugar or creamer, it still smelled great. Either that, or you were hungry as hell.

Probably the latter.

After you've prepared your cup, you take a few quick sips, careful not to burn your tongue. You nod at the taste. This was exactly what you needed to get a head start on your day.

You'd just cleaned the kitchen of the little mess you made, when there's three knocks at your front door. They weren't loud, but they were firm. You're quiet for a second before the knocks pick up again, with the same intensity as before.

"Just a second!" You call out, wondering if your voice held as much confusion as your face did.

"Take your time." You knew that voice. It had only been a day, but you could register well enough.

You look through the peephole just to be sure, and sure enough, Jungkook is stood on your doormat with his hands tucked into his pockets, his head down as if he were looking at his shoes.

You unlock the front door, coffee still in hand, and you're met with a warm smile. You return it, though not as bright as his. It was early morning, or at least you thought. How he could have so much energy was beyond you.

"What's up?" You question, an eyebrow raised as you take another sip.

"Got any sugar?" You couldn't help but to laugh. Never in your life would you have imagined someone presenting you with that line.

As you continue to laugh, Jungkook smiles.

"What? I'm serious. I wanted to make myself a cup of coffee, but I'm all out of sugar. I see you've had the same idea." He says, nodding his head in your direction. You hum.

"Didn't you tell me to knock on your door if I ever needed sugar? Already failing to keep promises, are we?" You joke, and he playfully rolls his eyes.

"Besides, I just put it away. You're short by just a minute or two. Sorry about that." You joke, and he raises an eyebrow.

"If you aren't going to offer me the sugar, you could at least invite me in. Your coffee smells fresh." He taunts in return. Now, you raise an eyebrow.

You weren't opposed to the idea, but your roommate was sleeping. You would never knowingly invite someone over without telling her first, out of pure decency. He would have plenty of other chances to get sugar from you some other time.

"Fine, you got me. I'll give you the sugar, but I better see it back before the sun goes down." You turn away from the door as you finish your sentence, and walk back into the kitchen to grab the sugar for Jungkook.

When you return, he has a boyish smile on his face.

"Was hoping you'd welcome me in, but this is what I asked for, isn't it." You lean against the doorframe, and he stares at you for a moment with the sugar held in one of his hands.

There was a strong silence, but there was something eerie about it. A light breeze passes outside, and it tousles Jungkook's hair a bit, so only one of his eyes is visible to you now.

There was something so interesting about his face. He appeared to be pale, though he had a healthy glow about his skin that made him appear as if he were a real life mythical creature. He truly was carefully sculpted.

"Did you hear? The weather is supposed to get very bad tonight." You raise both of your eyebrows in surprise. You surely hadn't heard.

"No, I haven't heard that. I still get weather alerts for the old town I used to live in. Thank you for the heads up, though." He nods.

"If you have any candles, flashlights, or anything of that sort, go ahead and lay them out. Weather isn't bad here often, but when it is, it's terrible." You nod, as does he.

"Thanks for the sugar, _____. I'll be sure to pay you another visit to return it."

"Hope you do. You stay careful tonight too, by the way." He smiles, bows politely, and walks away with the sugar in hand. You close the door once he's out of sight, and think over your interaction.

There was something about that boy.

You down the rest of your coffee before it gets cold, wash out your cup, and start putting kitchen utensils away in the drawers. You and your best friend already agreed that she would tackle the living room, and you would handle the kitchen. By the time you were finishing up, which was about an hour or two after your interaction with Jungkook, she was beginning to stir in her sleep.

Moments later, she meets you in the kitchen with half opened eyes, and her tank top twisted around her breasts. You stifle a laugh, and place your hand over your mouth.

"Your titties are out."

"No they're not."

Instead of responding, you fix her top for her, and the expression on her face after you do so causes you to fall into a fit of laughter.

She rubs her face and sighs loudly.

"I need to head back out and grab a few more things for the living room. You want to come with me?" You shake your head.

"No, I need to finish up in here." You were nearly done, and if you left right now, you knew you weren't going to finish when you came back. She nods in understanding.

"Jungkook came by a while ago." You continue.

"Again? It's ten right now. Who wakes up that early?"

"He does, I guess. He took our sugar so he could make some coffee, but he also said that there was going to be bad weather later. So whatever you need to get done, have it finished before it gets late so you're not stuck in it."

"Sure, mom." You roll your eyes.

"I'm serious."

"I know, I'll be back before then." She says, and you nod.

About an hour later, she's out of the front door, and you're back to finishing the kitchen.

Once your feet are so sore that you're certain they'll burn if you continue to stand, you find that you're finished with the kitchen. Everything is in place, the kitchen decorations are set up nicely, and now, you're starting to feel a little more at home.

It hadn't been long since your friend left, and Jungkook still hadn't brought your sugar back. He was cute and all, but if he was that desperate for your sugar that he couldn’t even bring it back, he would've been on your hit list.

You were going to be by yourself for a few hours, so you’d use the time to do some self care.

You pour yourself a glass of sparkling water, run a bath, light some candles, grab your speaker, and a robe. If the weather was going to get bad anyway, you wanted to go ahead and get yourself clean to avoid showering in a thunderstorm, or possibly something worse.

You strip yourself of your clothing, slip into the bathtub, and close your eyes.

You successfully shaved, listened to a few songs, and performed some other self care acts, but you fell asleep soon after that. It wasn't your first tine falling asleep in the bath, but certainly the cold water around your body was not something pleasant to wake up to.

You drain the bath, and run a quick shower to remove any excess suds from your body. You blow out your candles, slip on your robe, and your slippers. Reaching for your phone that you set on the counter at some point, you check the time.

5:48.

She still wasn't home yet. She did text you a bit ago to check in, though, which you smile at.

You let her know that you're okay, and she needs to come home soon.

In the meantime, you apply a facemask, and sit on the couch to let it dry for thirty minutes.

You hear a loud crash of thunder just a few moments later.

So, the boy was right.

You were thankful that it didn't occur when you were sleeping in the bath, but now your main concern was you roommate. You just put your mask on, also. Worst case scenario, if the power went out, you'd have to wash it off with cold water.

You leaned over the couch to hit the light switch on the wall, and when the lights in the room didn't illuminate, you realized that you were, in fact, without power. You were sure they'd come back on within a few hours. Thankfully, most of the food you went shopping for earlier consisted of things that wouldn't expire without being refrigerated.

You planned ahead unintentionally, which you were thankful for.

Wait a second.

If the power was out...

You quickly stand to your feet and head to the front door.

Sure enough, it was unlocked.

Your front door locked electronically using a code, but specifically for instances such as these, there was still a manual lock.

You lock the door, and jiggle the knob a bit to ensure that you'd locked it.

This meant that when your roommate returned home, you'd need to open the door for her. You didn't think to tell her to grab the key before she left, but you wouldn't fall asleep without making sure she made it back safely first.

Remembering that you'd left your phone on the bathroom counter, you stumble around in the darkness to grab it. The screen doesn't light up, and you continuously click the power button on and off with silent curses under your breath.

You didn't charge your damn phone, the candles you'd lit from your bath were blown out and you don't know what you did with the lighter, you didn't get a flashlight out even though you were warned to, and you still had this damn face mask on.

Goddamnit.

Using careful steps and your sense of touch (by pressing your palms against the wall so you wouldn't trip and fall straight onto your fucking face), you make your way to the sink and wipe your face clean of the mask. You decide to let your skin air dry. It took you two years to make it to the sink alone, you didn't want to fish around for a towel.

Using the same carefulness as before, you step out into the hallway and feel around for the couch, grabbing onto the fabric until you can make out a seat.

You sit down with a loud sigh, and stare blanky into the darkness.

The power was out. Your phone was dead. You were fucked.

The only option you had was to wait for your roommate, so that's what you did. You sat, and waited.

And waited.

And waited.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of the only light source being the lightning strikes from outside, you register the sound of the front door being unlocked.

You don't remember her taking her key, but maybe she already had it in her purse.

The door opens.

"______?" She questions. You stand up, but you don't move toward her. There would be no use in the both of you stumbling around like idiots if neither of you could see anything.

"I wanted to call you, but I forgot to charge my phone. I'm just glad you're fucking back. I'm right in front of the couch." You say, relief flooding your veins.

There was shuffling, but otherwise, it was completely silent.

You assumed she was trying to make her way over to you. Her remaining quiet while doing so was a little out of character, but then again, you've never been in a power outage with her, and certainly not as her roommate.

"I'm right at the end here, you'll feel me once you make it to the arm." You speak to prevent silence from filling the room.

You feel a gust of wind brush past your face, and a presence in front of you. Even though you couldn’t see, it was simply one of those moments where you could feel someone standing there.

"Good, you found me. Look at you." You joke.

Still, silence.

"Don't just stand in front of me like a weirdo. Say something, come on." You laugh again, though there was a sense of uneasiness in your voice.

You silently reach for her hand, and when she intertwines her fingers with yours, you squeeze her hand. She was cold to the touch, but then again, she came home in the rain.

"Hello?" You call out emptily. The two of you would make a joke about things like that in horror movies, so you at least expected a laugh out of her.

And a laugh you got, but it was not from Ivory.

Seconds later, her hand is replaced with a larger, much firmer one.

"Ivory?" Your voice breaks.

Jungkook laughs before speaking,

"I'm afraid not."

You feel the urge to burst into tears.

"Get the fuck out of here, you fucking freak!" You scream, which earns you a slap to the cheek.

With a forceful push, your back is pressed against the couch cushions, and your bare pussy is exposed to the cold air of the room.

You immediately close your legs and try to keep quiet. Once he was close enough, you'd kick him in the fucking face.

As soon as you begin to prepare to lift your legs and get into the ideal position to whack your intruder in the nose, a hand is placed around your ankles, before cold metal follows afterward.

You scream, though Jungkook doesn't bother to shut you up anymore. He was very well aware that most, if not damn near all of the neighborhood that you two lived in consisted of the elderly, and even if their old ears did manage to pick up the sound of you screaming, none of them would do a single thing about it.

"I know, I know." Jungkook says, as if he were soothing a crying baby to sleep.

"You know," You can feel him shuffling once more, and much to your fright, you can feel his breath against the back of your thighs.

“You should do better research about the environments you choose to reside in. I’m the only other person your age around here aside from your roommate, and you don’t find that odd?” You thrash and jolt around as he angles your hips up a bit, so he could sit his head right underneath them. The more you fought, the more you expelled your energy, which would only end up in Jungkook's favor.

“You’re a stupid girl.”

Your fight or flight instincts had been engaged. You sure as hell couldn't fight, and running with cuffs around your legs would be impossible.

Your hands, however, were free.

You begin to swing your fists wildly into the area, though Jungkook is not close enough for you to actually land a hit. You arch your back up off of the couch, and stretch forward as far as you possibly can. You grab ahold of his hair, and pull as hard as you can.

This causes him to giggle wildly. The amount of energy you wasted trying to fight him back now catches up to you, and you fall back onto the couch with a loud thud. Simultaneously, Jungkook begins to spread your pussy lips with his fingers. Without hesitation, he buries his face in your cunt, as your cries, sobs, and screams reverberate off of the walls in the living room.

You were right about one thing, however. That little metal ball in his mouth was definitely a tongue piercing, and under much different circumstances, it could have been flattering on him.

He was disgusting.

Jungkook's tongue moves from your pussy, to your clit, and a few licks were given to your asshole. He consumes your juices as if he'd never eaten anything prior to this moment. His gruff moans and grumbles are barely heard as he continues to devour you like his last meal.

You cover your face in shame, your chest rising and falling quickly as you continue to scream and cry.

"When I saw you, I figured you would be loud. Look at that, mm," He replaces his fingers with his tongue as he continues to taunt you. At this rate, your cries begin to slow, and to your dismay, pleasure settles in.

"Let's make it quick then, honey." He presses his hand against your lower stomach, and you squeeze your eyes shut. You felt as if you were going to pee on him, and even if you had, maybe he would be prompted to get the fuck away from you and leave you alone.

Instinctively, you close your thighs in, though Jungkook keeps them spread apart. You release, making a mess of yourself, him, and your couch. He basks in this, talking you through your uncontrollable orgasm. His words just go into one ear and out of the other, your vision becoming blurry just a few moments afterward.

He removes his fingers from your cunt, and pops them into his mouth. You feel your ankles being freed of the cuffs, and Jungkook's large hand rubbing over the marks that were left there. You don't even have the energy to jolt away from him anymore.

You lay lifelessly for a few moments, not even reacting when the lights in your apartment come back on.

Jungkook grabs your chin and turns your head, to where you see your roommate's lifeless body, with a belt around her neck, and a piece of cloth in her mouth.

You shriek at the top of your lungs, and he stands.

"I'll bring your sugar back tomorrow."

as it was | jjk

pairings » husband jungkook x wife reader

genre » established relationship, marriage au, angst, fluff

summary » you and your husband have constantly been arguing due to the change in his behaviour and you start to wonder where it all went wrong.

warnings » mentions of cheating, swearing, jungkook is a bit rude, arguing, kissing, planning for baby talk, sweet jungkook as well :)

word count » 2.5k

a/n » the italics part is a flashback

You were sitting on the couch, folding clothes from the fresh batch of laundry you’d just completed while waiting for your husband to come home from work.

He promised you that he will come early today but as usual, it’s almost 12 am and he's still not here. He’d usually be home by at least 7 or 8 but for the past 4 months, he’s coming home right before midnight or way past it.

You understand that the reason being is due to working on a important project he’s been busy with but you were worried about his health. You’ve already sent him plenty of texts to which he had left on seen. Hearing the keys jiggle and door open, you stand up and turn towards your tired husband who just walks in.

You want to go hug and kiss him but he's been pushing you away a lot lately, resulting to the two of you starting constant arguments. You’re already tired so instead of saying anything, you just go into the kitchen to bring him a glass of water. You don’t want to start another useless argument.

Your husband immediately takes the glass of water and chugges it down before heaving a sigh and giving it back to you. You come back to see him sitting in the same position on the sofa, staring up at the ceiling. You wonder if he’s okay.

“Jungkook are you okay?” You ask, sitting beside him.

“Hmm,” he hums.

“Did you have dinner?” You softly ask.

“Yea,” he responds, making you sigh.

When was the last time you two had a proper conversation? You were worried about him but his behaviour was really pissing you off. This isn’t the first time, he’s been doing this very often and you don’t want to doubt him because you know he would never but you sometimes think he might be cheating on you. It’s been on your mind for a while and you really want to ask him but you’re scared.

“What?” He hisses.

“Huh?” You flinch since you kinda zone out.

“Can you stop staring at me?” He bursts out, clearly showing how annoyed he is by it. You don’t even realize when or how you zone out while staring at him.

“Can I not stare at my husband who came home from work after hours and broke his promise to come early?” You smile and hear him let out a sigh.

“I was fucking working Y/N. Sorry for not having time to come early so I could sit around and watch stupid movies with you,” he shouts, leaving the sofa and making his way to your shared bedroom. His words had pierced straight through your heart making it ache.

You quietly continue to fold the leftover clothes while being on the verge of tears. Never in the past 10 years of knowing him and 7 years since the two of you have been together has he ever said such hurtful words in such a rude tone to you.

You met Jungkook at your graduation party as he came to support his sister who was also graduating and happened to be your best friend. 3 years prior meeting Jungkook, you met his sister Jeon Haeun. You transferred from a different school at the time and became really good friends with her since.

You never saw Jungkook around when you’d go visit her house as he was a year older studying in a different school. He would either be at his swimming classes, basketball games, working out in the gym or hanging out with his friends. At least that’s what Haeun and your now mother-in-law would say.

You and your parents had just arrived in the auditorium where the graduation ceremony would be held.

“Y/N here!” You hear Haeun yell, waving her hands towards you.

Immediately smiling and waving back, you start to walk towards her as your parents follow you from behind. Hauen was wearing a hot red dress while you were wearing a black dress which fell right above your knees.

“Oh my god you look gorgeous!” She exclaims, hugging you carefully, making sure not to mess up your makeup or hair. You lightly chuckle and pull out from the hug.

“Shut up look at you, I told you the red one would look better.” You reply, eyeing her from head to toe.

“It does! Thank god I listened to you.” She says making you shake your head. You then avert your eyes to see a handsome man standing by the side along with Haeun’s parents. You do a double take and already catch him staring at you.

“Y/N, this is my brother Jungkook.” She introduces, noticing how the two of you had already started staring at each other. You saw a couple pictures of him at her house but he looked even better in person.

“I hear a lot about you at the dinner table, it’s nice finally meeting you Y/N,” he says, showing a bunny smile as he extends his hand towards you.

“Is that so?” You ask, looking towards Haeun who just grins back at you.

“Nice to meet you too Jungkook,” you reply, accepting his handshake.

You sigh remembering the smile and aura he had around him that day which made you fall for him. Ever since the graduation, you’d see him around the house whenever you’d go visit Haeun. He’d occasionally talk to you and even took both you and Haeun to the amusement park 2 years after you had met. The two of you got closer from that day and he finally asked you out a year later.

Jungkook was a really nice guy with such a cute and bright smile. You wondered what happened in the past 4 months for him to not show you that side of his anymore. You know It’s not the same as it was.

Suddenly the doorbell rings and you frown wondering who’d come by at practically midnight. You walk over to the door, eyeing who it was from the door hole and see Sooah patiently waiting.

You open the door and she instantly smiles at you.

“Hello Mrs. Jeon.” She greets, respectfully bowing down.

“Hi Sooah what brings you here at this time?” You kindly ask.

“I’m sorry for dropping by so late but I needed to give this to Mr. Jeon,” she says holding up a gift bag making you want to frown and bombard her with many questions. However, you just stay calm and decide to take it.

“Oh alright, i’ll give it to him.” You give her a tight smile as she hands you the bag.

“Thank you Mrs. Jeon, have a great night and weekend.” She bows again.

“Thanks, you too.” You reply and with that she left.

Once you close the door you eye the gift bag and peak inside only to spot two blue files and his shirt.

Did he—? you gulp feeling hurt and betrayed. You didn’t want to jump to conclusions but his behaviour for the past few months was making you very much convinced.

You stomp your way to your shared bedroom only to catch sight of Jungkook drying his wet hair after coming out of the shower.

“I’m so fucking done with you!” You yell, throwing the shirt at him.

“Wha-“

“How could you!” You shout out.

“Y/N don’t start now,” he says rolling his eyes turning to face the other way.

“Shut the fuck up im not starting anything how could you cheat on me!” You yell, finally letting the tears you’ve been holding fall.

“What the hell are you saying!” He yells back turning to face you again. When he does, you could see the anger in his eyes and face turning soft once noticing your tears.

“Y/N I—“ he begins in a softer tone, taking a step towards you but you cut him off.

“Don’t. Don’t fucking lie or touch me.” You say taking a step back.

“I’m not lying,” he retorts.

“Really? Then explain why the fuck you’ve been coming home so late? The company closes by midnight by max so I don’t fucking see a reason why you’d show up at 2am sometimes let alone have your secretary stop by at midnight to hand me your fucking shirt. Why was it with her huh? Don’t you dare deny by saying it’s not yours, I fucking bought that one for you,” you rant, tears streaming down your face which only display the anger and pain you are feeling.

Jungkook quietly listens to your rant before heaving a sigh and finally speaking up.

“Are you done now?” He asks you calmly. You were in no mood for this.

“Yes I’m so done with you Jeon Jungk—“ you feel his soft lips on you. You stand there frozen for a few seconds wanting to kiss him back knowing you haven’t felt his lips since the last 4 months. Not until you remember the current situation and try to push him away. You’re not sure what you expected per say, but your attempt is proven unsuccessful as it only results in him taking you by your waist and pulling you closer until you're smug in his arms.

When he pulls out you slap his chest.

“What the fuck is wrong with you!” You exclaim, making him chuckle.

“Are you laughing? This is not funny Jeon,” you sternly say, surprised at how normal he’s acting. You haven’t seen him laugh in what feels like ages.

“Baby, just listen to me okay,” he says cupping your face and wiping your tears.

You close your eyes and take a deep breath before focusing your eyes on him, signaling for him to go on.

“I did not cheat on you. I’m not going to deny anything because yes that is in fact my shirt that you bought for me. I gave it to Sooah because she accidentally spilled tea on herself and you know I have spare shirts in my office. We were running late for a meeting so I just grabbed whatever shirt I found and gave it. I swear I had no other intentions. I would never cheat on you, why would you even think that hm? I love you so much,” he assures, pecking your forehead.

After whatever he said, you completely break down and start sobbing with your head buried in his well built chest. You’re very overwhelmed right now, especially by his last 5 words which he hasn’t uttered to you lately. You slowly wrap your arms around him as he carefully caresses the back of your head tangling his hand into your hair.

“Shh, please don’t cry,” he whispers.

“I know I've been such a dick to you lately and I don't even know where to start. I’m sure you hate me now but believe me when I say I didn’t mean any single shit I spat out to you these past months. I know I crossed my limits today and I deeply apologize for it, I’m so fucking sorry. This project is really important for the company and means a lot to my dad so I’ve been really stressed as it needs to be done efficiently and is a long procedure.” He declares as you pull out from his embrace.

“That doesn’t explain your behaviour towards me,” you retort, crossing your arms over your chest.

“I started talking less to you because I didn’t want to lash out all my frustrations on you. However, you kept asking me questions and it was adding to my headache so I said whatever the hell came in my head. I swear I didn’t mean any of it. I know you were only worried and caring for me. We’re going to be done by Wednesday so I was planning to make it up to you by taking you out on Thursday and surprising you with something,” he explains, making you frown and pursue your lips together.

“Well sorry for worrying too much about my husband's health, and what do you mean by ‘surprising you with something?” You question him.

“I guess I'll just tell you now so that you’ll talk to me, yea?” He says, scratching the back of his neck nervously. A habit of his which you found very endearing.

“You were the one not talking to me,” you mumble looking away. You know he heard you.

Turning back to face him, you raise your eyebrows motioning him to go on. You watch him head over to his bedside table before he pulls the drawer taking something out. Jungkook rushes back to you and hands you a small envelope.

“What is this?” You query, looking confused.

“Why don’t you open it and see for yourself,” he says, going behind you to wrap his arms around your waist in order to give you a back hug. His face nuzzled in your neck.

You ignore him and carefully tear open the envelope finding two tickets to—

“Oh my god what!!” You exclaim, widening your eyes.

You immediately turn around and jump onto Jungkook wrapping your arms around his neck and legs around his torso. You didn’t care about anything else except the fact that your husband was going to make it up to you by taking you on a trip to the one place you wanted to visit all your life.

Greece.

“I love you so much!” You beam, giving him a quick kiss followed by a bunch of pecks all over his face. That leads you to earn a hearty chuckle from your husband.

“I’m truly sorry for treating you badly lately. I regret it so much I swear. I can’t see you cry, I felt like shit knowing I was the cause of those tears on your beautiful face. Will you forgive me?” He says in a shaky voice and you immediately realize that he is on the verge of crying.

You get off him and grab his hand settling the two of you on the bed. You make sure he uses the headboard as support while you face him and sit on his lap.

“Hey don’t worry, it’s okay, we’re okay now. I was really hurt and scared by your behaviour but at the end I love you okay. Let’s forget it and plan for the trip.” You happily beam, interlocking both your hands with his as you know it comforts him.

“I love you more. Also, I think, the trip to Greece isn’t enough to make up for the shit I caused. Tell me how to make it up to you?” He asks, lightly soothing his thumb over your knuckles.

“Do you really want to know?” You question, looking deeply into his eyes.

“Yes,” he eagerly responds.

“Well then, I want a baby,” you say wrapping your arms around his neck

“Wait— you what!” He shrieks, looking surprised.

“I want your baby,” you whisper in his ears making him smile.

“I was actually planning to have this conversation with you on the trip. I think it’s time we have a little me or you running around the house,” he asserts, connecting his forehead to yours.

“I think so too.” You mumble, leaning in for a kiss which he gladly accepts and kisses you back passionately.

You have a feeling things will be back to normal again. You know it’ll be the same as it once was.

𓆩♡𓆪 jock jungkook — much needed thread.

⇢ ☆ ˚₊  Jeon Jungkook, third year

Football player and part time fuck-boy (< Jimin said that). He's apart of many different clubs cause he likes the extra activities and the bonus points he gets as credits. A lot of people know him, he's got a snapchat score of more than one-hundred thousand (red flag!1!).

Jungkook's a cool guy, he's messed with a lot of girls but he doesn't take them seriously. Probably only had like one serious girlfriend out of all of them but he ended that real quick cause she wasn't it. Always at the frat parties cause his fraternity throws them lmao. Beer ping-pong enthusiast here!

Drives a black Mercedes Benz, likes to light it up and make thirst traps for his Instagram. His insta is literally only one pic, posts a bit more on stories when he feels like it (rarely). Gym rat with Namjoon. He don't do much outside of school if he's free, often stays at home playing different video games.

Nice "fuckboy".

⇢ ☆ ˚₊  y/n l/n, second year

In the nursing program but mainly majors in accounting/business. Talks to a lot of people but isn't friends with many. Really nice, too sweet for your own good. Lots of people like you, but they also take advantage of you cause you're a little too slow.

Airhead here! Really clueless half the time and is really slow. The nicest way possible you're a dumb bimbo. Likes to wear low cut tops a lot and cute miniskirts with tennis shoes but forgets to wear safety shorts a lot. Carries a big heart underneath those big tits—

Half the male population wants a piece. You have a lot of followers but you don't follow them cause you're busy following cat accounts. Major Animal Crossing and Sailor Moon fan right here. Posts a lot of thirst traps unknowingly. Owns a bunny. Said bunny sleeps on tits.

Hates clothes when at home <<<

⇢ ☆ ˚₊ Are you two dating?? Yes-No.

You act like it. Nothing is official and people are like what the fuck? Especially Jimin. No one is more confused than Jimin. Like what the fuck you mean you're not dating? But you're hitting it?!

It's complicated, you both beat around the bush around that topic but are extremely loyal. Like Jungkook still messes around with other girls but doesn't fuck them? You're too dense to notice any other guy flirting so sex is off the table for you.

Carries your bag around cause you complain it's heavy. Has bought a Nintendo switch just to play Animal Crossing with you. His mom loves you and your mom loves him. Lap is your permanent chair, face is your gaming chair—

Hand? On tits. Always.

⇢ ☆ ˚₊ But you fuck? Yes. Just yes.

Only happened cause he helped you out and you kissed his cheek in return which somehow turned into you giving his dick a kiss and then yeah. Titty galore. This man loves your tits, always leaves a mark and never misses a chance to squeeze. Ass is amazing too but titties..

"Maybe you shouldn't wear any panties when we hang out." "Hm. Okay. I don't like clothes anyways. ^^"

Creampies to the max. Jungkook likes watching your dewy folds stick to his cock whenever he slides out and then pushes back in. He'll fill your pussy and then watch as your pussy gapes around nothing and strings of creamy cum slips from your cunt. Challenges himself to make you cum more then three times in one go.

Got the chubbiest and softest pussy ever. You're a creamer. It's Jungkook's most favorite thing in the world. He'll fuck you slowly just to hear the soft noises your cunt makes. He'll have you on all fours with your chest flat on the bed and ass high in the air. Your hands will come back to grip your ass cheeks and hold it apart to show off your pretty holes.

Jungkook's a huge fan of taking photos of you naked and filled with cum. He'll even video tape you two fucking either from a first person pov or just set the phone up on the nightstand.

⇢ ☆ ˚₊  Ummmmm but the relationship status?? Very much giving "mine and I'm not sharing".

hiiiii this is a small series i’m considering writing! might turn it into a fic hehe with lots and lots of dirty smut. though, i’m willing to write your ideas based on this thread!

Against The Odds | Happy Birthday pt.3

Pairing - jungkook x reader, taehyung x reader

Genre - angst, smut, fluff, established relationship, ceo!jungkook, ceo!reader, attorney!taehyung

Word Count - 4.4K

Taehyung stops by your apartment while you're home alone

Warnings: swearing, heavy drinking, heavy angst, unrequited love, violence

FULL SERIES COLLECTION

It’s officially your birthday, the alarm on your phone signalling the arrival of midnight comes like a sucker punch straight to the jaw. You’re sitting alone in your apartment, surrounded by presents and balloons and decorations that leave a sour taste on your tongue. Taking a page from Jungkook’s book you started drinking champagne from the bottle around an hour ago, the one you’re clutching to your chest while you sob being the second one – and it’s almost empty.

Jungkook wants to postpone the wedding, your heart aches at the mere thought of it all. The argument, how he exploded, how you exploded. All because of Taehyung’s confession. Taehyung – one of your closest friends, the idea of him being in love with you makes no sense, what’s worse is that you know how guilty he feels for it. The look in his chocolate brown eyes when the words left his mouth, the way his lips quivered and pouted.

You’re the reason he and Jungkook stopped talking, and guilt gnaws your insides at how you couldn’t just simply let it go. You had to push Taehyung, wanting answers, wanting to help. That’s your problem, you never know when to stop caring and in turn it’s always you who gets hurt the most.

Your fiancé must be feeling so betrayed right now, Taehyung is his nearest, dearest, oldest and best friend in the entire world. In a way you feel as though it’s all your fault, perhaps if you’d never met Jungkook he and his bestie would be as happy as ever. But instead, he’s roaming the streets of London completely alone with a bottle of champagne being his only company. At least you think that's where he is, honestly? You don't know. He left his phone at home so your guess is as good as anybody else's.

Maybe postponing the wedding is for the best, your plate is painfully full of steaming horse shit right now. What with the ongoing missing persons investigation involving your sister and nephew, work has been non-stop, you know for a fact Jungkook’s work has been hectic lately too. It’s not the fact he wants to postpone the wedding that’s hurt you, if he’d calmly come to you with his concerns and you two had a rational, sober conversation you would’ve probably agreed with him.

But he didn’t.

Truthfully all you want to do is make things right with him, apologise, kiss and make up. Now that you’ve been left alone to calm down you can see why he was so angry, and you hope that a similar realisation has dawned on him too. It’s not that you didn’t want to tell Taehyung that his feelings aren’t reciprocated, you just simply couldn’t. You were in a total state of shock, and then to be bombarded by a surprise part you were promised wasn’t happening… It was all too much.

Your heart aches for Taehyung, it really does, you keep replaying your interactions with him over and over, trying to spot any hints or clues as to what he was feeling at the time. The man’s a natural flirt so it’s hard to say what was genuine and wasn’t. You groan, knocking back the rest of the champagne in hand. How do you feel about Tae? He’s handsome for sure, funny, sweet, caring and kind… But he’s your fiancé’s best friend. Or at least he was before you unintentionally stood in the way.

Some time passes before you hear the familiar chime of the elevator doors opening, winning you to sigh with equal parts relief and dread, scrambling to your feet – almost knocking over the table adorned with gifts and flowers in the process.

“Jungkook, I’m sorry-, I’m so fucking sorry…” Tears begin to prick your eyes as every emotion you’re feeling bubbles to the surface, the champagne you've drank making you dizzy, “I hate arguing with you I just want us to be okay again. If you want me to message Taehyung and talk this out with him I will, but I promise you I don’t—”

Your movements come to a sudden halt when you catch sight of the suited man stepping out the elevator, eyes growing big and round with shock when you struggle to muster the right words to say. Much to your genuine surprise and dare you say it a little disappointment, the man standing there is not Jungkook.

It’s Taehyung.

“Um…” You swallow, mouth opening but no words successfully coming out. Tae’s cheeks are puffy, his eyes tinted pink and his lips swollen. It’s obvious he’s being crying, still dressed in the forest green suit and cream shirt you’d seen him in a few hours prior. He’s wetting his lips with his tongue, Adam’s apple bouncing in his throat when he looks to the ground.

“Jungkook’s not here?” He asks, tone low and riddled with insecurity, you know he feels small and uncertain but truthfully you don't know how to comfort him. You don't know if you should comfort him.

“No… We had a fight and he went for a walk…” You state matter-of-factly with a heartbroken sigh, messily wiping the tears from your face, “Listen Taehyung you should go—”

"I will, I will..." His large palms raise defensively, nodding in defeat, "But there's something I need to ask you first."

“Taehyung… Why are you here? Now’s not a great time.”

“I came here to apologise, figured the party would be over by now.” He murmurs, stepping into the apartment, “Y/N I’m sorry.” He shakes his head, shame and regret washing his usually sharp feline-like features, “The last thing I wanted to do was make you uncomfortable, or make you guys fight.”

“I’m the one who should be sorry,” Your eyes well up again, the realisation crashing down on you so hard it earns you to scoff, “I shouldn’t have kept pushing for you to tell me what was wrong and—”

“You have nothing to apologise for Y/N. This is my fault.” His chin visibly quivers, eyes darting round the room when he finds the gift he bought you slumped onto a table, “I-, I thought I was doing something nice by buying you such a sentimental gift… I realise now it was naïve of me to think that, honestly? I’m not sure what my intentions were. So I came here to ask for it back… I was expecting a right hook from Jungkook too if I’m being completely honest.”

You follow his gaze, turning to said gift with a solemn expression, “Oh… Well he’s not here, and I haven’t actually opened it yet, Jungkook and I… Well we argued about-, something else.” You refrain from giving him all the details.

“I’m sorry Taehyung but if you’re here when he gets home it’s just going to make things a million times worse… I’m sorry… But you need to go.” You sigh, closing your eyes, you hate seeing him so upset but you know he can’t be here when Kook gets home, he's already in a bad mood and Taehyung's presence will do nothing but heighten it.

“You haven’t opened it?” You can’t pinpoint the exact emotion blanketing the attorney’s features. Sadness? Disappointment? Relief? You’re not sure, he’s making his way over to you cautiously and you take a step back. “Y/N…” Taehyung exhales, pursing his lips awkwardly, “I’m-, I’m not gonna try anything you don’t need to be scared of me—”

“No I’m not scared of you.” You offer an apologetic smile, gently shaking your head, “Trust me that’s not it I just-, I’m still… Processing-, what you… I just think it would be best if you leave. I’m so sorry…”

“Stop apologising.” A puff of air rips from his nostrils when he brushes past you in a few long strides, collecting his gift, “I’m the one who ruined your birthday, I just came by to ask if I could take this. I’ll be going now…”

As much as you hate to admit it, curiosity envelops your senses and you find yourself gripping his elbow loosely, turning until his face is in arms-distance of yours, “Wait… What’s so bad about the gift? I thought you said it was sentimental? ...Actually-,” You release him from your hold, shakily running fingers through your hair, “Doesn’t matter… Sorr-, okay….”

“You really didn’t open it, did you?” Taehyung whispers, swallowing.

“No… Should I have?”

There’s a beat of tension, entirely silent. Taehyung’s expression is pinched, brows furrowed, he looks to be having an internal moral debate with himself for a few seconds before he opens his lips to speak again, “No. It’s a good thing you didn’t open it, like I said I’m not sure my motives behind it were exactly… Friendly.”

Nodding slowly you blink at him, registering how heartbrokenly devastated he looks. Usually he’s such a confident, albeit a little eccentric man – but everything about him screams self-loathing. Down to his deflated posture and glassy eyes. He’s such a great guy, so caring and considerate and not to mention effortlessly handsome. It’s not like he’ll struggle to find someone that will make him happy… That’s all you want for him.

Happiness.

 “Tae…?” You peer up at him through damp eyelashes, breath catching in your throat.

His gaze is intense yet threatening to be hopeful, “Yeah?”

You blink at him again, inhaling, “I-, please don’t… You’re not going to do anything stupid, right? I know you’re hurting and I’m so sorry that I can’t make it go away… But please, I’m worried about you Tae… please promise me you won’t-, that you won’t do something reckless…”

“Y/N.” He cuts you off with a tiny smile, dipping his down low enough to look you dead in the eye, “I won’t… You may not feel the same way about me, and that’s okay… But I care about you too much to cause you any more pain. You’re going through enough—”

“Stop that,” You sigh, growing frustrated, “Don’t put me on some kind of pedestal, I’m asking you not to do something reckless for you. Not because of me. For your family, friends, Jungkook would be deva—”

“I meant every single word I said tonight.” Taehyung’s fingers itch to reach out and touch you, comfort you, you can tell by the way his fist keeps balling and unbaling, unsure of what to do, “I never intended for this to happen and I wish I could stop my heart from bleeding every time I see you, but I can’t. So… This is gonna be the last time you’ll see me for a while, not forever but I need to stay away from you and Kook for a bit, for my own sanity if nothing else.”

“Taehyung…” Your eyes well up, drowning in his sorrow.

“I promise I’ll look after myself.” He gnaws his lower lip anxiously, “Take care of Jungkook for me...” You can hear how wobbly his tone is, how badly he’s hurting. “This isn’t forever, when everybody’s calmed down and things have blown over I’d still like to be best man at the wedding… Providing Jungkook wants that of course.” A pained smile tugs the corners of his lips.

You can’t catch the scoff that bubbles your throat in time, sniffling, “Right… The wedding.” The wedding that may not be going ahead anymore. You cough, attempting to rid yourself of the lump forming at the back of your throat, “I’m so sorry about how things have worked out between you two, you're his best friend... He'll come around.”

“You don’t have to apologise for anything, really it’s okay.” He nods, though you don’t know whether he’s trying to convince you or himself with that statement as he begins to walk back to the elevator, the gift firmly in his grip.

But then he stops, his broad shoulders noticeably tense and he peers back at you, frowning a little, “I’m sorry that I’m even asking you this…” He exhales, wetting his lips before nervously biting down on them, “You… You don’t-,” He dramatically sighs with puffed out cheeks, “Would it be fair to assume you feel nothing for me?”

You fight a surprised gasp, “I—”

“Doesn’t matter,” He dismisses you, shaking his head, “I already know the answer, it’s written all over your face…” He says, turning his body to face you while hugging the dry-cleaning bag he came for, “A part of me was naïve enough to think I’d feel relieved now you know, but I guess loving someone out loud is more painful than loving them silently. They look at you differently, their perception of you changes, and in turn the things you love most about them start to disappear…”

He’s sniffling, avoiding your gaze. “You haven’t smiled at me once tonight, haven’t thrown your head back from laughing, haven’t rolled your eyes at me and shut down my compliments… Loving you from afar was lonely, but openly being in love with you knowing that you don’t feel the same way is much lonelier.”

“…I’m so-, Taehyung I am so sorry.” You whisper, your heart shattering into a million tiny pieces for a million different reasons. Selfishly you don’t want to lose him, he’s too much of a good person to be going through something like this alone. But you know you have to prioritise your relationship right now, you have to, it’s already hanging on by a thread.

“Don’t be.” He manages to catch a sob in his throat before it’s wholly audible, “You and Jungkook are perfect together, it’s me who’s the problem here. I should’ve never told you both about my feelings, and I sure as hell shouldn’t have gone out of my way to buy you the wedding dress you wanted.” He scoffs, looking to the ceiling in disbelief at the exact moment your heart stops beating.

“You did… what?”

He groans, regret evident in his large-rounded eyes, “I mean… Shit!” Taehyung’s head flies back, eyes squeezed shut, “Just forget—”

His words fizzle into background noise, your heart beating so fast it can be heard through your ears. He tracked down the wedding dress you wanted, the one Yuri had shown him a picture of once in your office. Everybody knew how much that dress meant to you, but it was Taehyung who went out of his way to buy it? Shocked isn’t the word. Dumbfounded isn’t the word. Confused isn’t the word. There is no word to explain the conflicting emotions whirling round your mind, simultaneously filling and breaking your heart all in the same breath.

“I can’t believe you’d do that for me…” Your voice is broken, barely audible.

For the first time in what feels like a long time you see Taehyung's real smile, his signature boxy grin brightening his tanned skin. He looks flustered, a little awkward and child-like, but it’s not long before his features drop with despair, “It was too much… I know it was, I-, I just wanted you to be happy.”

“Taehyung…” You openly sob, covering your unsteady jaw with your hands, “Thank you so much… But I can’t accept that.”

“I know... Jungkook would kill me.” He almost laughs.

“No-,” You sigh, averting your eyes away from him, there’s still a good amount of distance between your bodies and you figure it best to keep it that way, thinking it’s a really good job you didn’t open that gift in front of your fiancé…

“I can’t accept it because-, well…” Do you tell him the truth? Should you tell him the truth? You want to tell him the truth, so you do, alcohol clouding your judgement, “Jungkook wants to postpone the wedding… I’m not even sure if there’s going to be a wedding anymore.” You crumble, clutching your pained chest with your hands as the realisation hits – Jungkook might not want to marry you anymore.

“What?” Tae’s mouth falls open in something akin to astonishment, but he doesn’t look happy or smug or anything like that. He looks… Exhausted, desperate and blanketed with empathy. “Y/N he’ll come around, sometimes he says shit out of anger that he doesn’t mean. He didn't mean that, I know he didn't.”

You visibly disagree, “He’s never said something he didn’t mean out of anger to me… Never. I-, I’m sorry you’re the last person I should be telling this to. Just-, you should go before he comes back. If he even comes back.” You sniffle, on the verge of a mental breakdown.

Taehyung edges closer to you, until he’s close enough to pull you into his strong chest in a warm embrace, you welcome the comfort, pressing your forehead to his collarbone all while continuing to cry against him, “Sweetheart listen to me, okay?” He’s serious, voice calm and reassuring, his large palm soothingly rubbing the spans of your back, “Jungkook loves you more than anything in this world, nothing, not even his idiot best friend catching feelings for you can change that. He’s… Well you know how he is, he bottles shit up until he can’t take it anymore and it all explodes… It’s not fair, he shouldn’t have told you he wants to postpone the wedding... But listen to me when I say that man wants nothing less than to be your husband. Y/N… He’s-,” He sighs, hand coming up to the back of your head to hold you closer to him, “You’re everything to that guy. Everything.”

“But he—”

“I know… I know…” He coos, hushing your wails, “You’ll be okay… Everything’s gonna be okay… I’m here, you’re gonna be okay. You both are.” He cradles you, dropping the dress to the ground to completely wrap his arms round your frame. You’re too emotional to make sense of what’s happening, but you’re almost certain you feel the sensation of his lips pressing a tiny kiss atop of your head.

You don’t know how long you stood holding onto Taehyung as though your life depended on it, you can’t remember him leaving or if any other words were exchanged after that. But as soon as he leaves, taking the dress with him, you find yourself drinking again, wanting to numb the pain, wanting Jungkook to come home, wanting to take Taehyung’s hurt away, wanting to fix this, wanting to fix everything.

The fact the attorney bought your dream wedding dress is at the forefront of your mind… Not even Jungkook himself had gone that above and beyond for your special day, which leaves the question: How long has he wanted to postpone the wedding for?

Your stomach hurts, anxious knots and pains like a vice grip on your internal organs. You love Jungkook more than anything, more than anyone… You can’t lose him, you just can’t. What’s worse is that you’re not angry with Taehyung for this, you have no reason to be, there really is nobody to blame for all of this.

It's all just one big, shitty, painful turn of events.

It's almost four AM and there’s still no sign of your fiancé… Or ex-fiancé… You’re not entirely sure anymore.

With a heavy heart and a dull headache you toss and turn beneath the sheets, the bed feels too big without Jungkook hogging most of it. The bedding is fresh too, meaning the familiar scent of his body wash or cologne hasn’t tainted it yet. You truly feel lost, like you’re not supposed to be here without him. Where the hell could he be? You groan, frustratedly pulling the hairs at your scalp. He’s never stormed off and left you to your own devices, the last time, the only other time you argued it was you who left.

Guilt, devastation, fear, dread, hopelessness. It’s all suffocating you right now, there’s no chance you’ll be able to sleep in this condition. Should you go and look for Jungkook? He’s left his phone here so calling him isn’t an option… Do you call Hoseok? Will he know where he is?

“Jungkook… Please just come home.” You whisper, shoving your face into your usually shared pillow. He has his own pillow of course, but when the two of you aren’t screaming at each other he prefers nuzzle his head onto yours, your noses touching. It’s been all of twenty four hours since you were last laid here like that, and you already miss it so much.

You miss him.

The sound of the emergency staircase doors opening wins you to jump, nobody ever uses the stairs to come up here, giving that you live on the very top floor. Why would Jungkook take the stairs…? You sit up in bed, covering your pyjama clad body with the fresh sheets, wide-eyed and heart racing.

“Kook…?” You call out, stare fixed to the closed bedroom door. “Kook is that you…?”

The unmistakable sound of banging, smashing and thunderous crashes flood your ears. Someone’s breaking in. You forget how to breathe, completely panicked and terrified for your life. There’s no lock on the bedroom door so you hurriedly rush over to the walk in closet and begin looking for a place to hide.

The noises get louder, heavy footsteps approaching. This isn’t Jungkook, you know he would never scare you like this. You fumble with his hanging suit jackets, slipping between the dark fabrics with a trembling body, silently cursing yourself for not bringing your phone with you to call the police.

Could it be Jimin? No, he would’ve climbed into bed with you any day before trashing the apartment. Yoongi? No, Jimin would kill him. Yuri? No, what reason does she have to break in? Taehyung wouldn’t do this either… There’s nobody you can think of who’s capable of being this brazen. It has to be a very poorly timed random break-in.

You’re covering your mouth to stifle your heavy breaths, completely concealed behind one of your favourite suits of Jungkook’s – the black one with faint white pinstripes. The one he wore to cheer you up one day because he knew you liked it.

A loud thud makes you jump in place, you’re forcing yourself not to scream, not to move, not to make any noise. The presence in the room is overbearing, you know whoever is here is just at the other side of Jungkook’s suits, you can make out a pair of white sneakers on the ground. You’re crying quietly, petrified for your life, too afraid of what’s going to happen.

“Happy birthday Y/N.” The voice says, and you’d recognise that voice in a heartbeat. Every hair on your body stands to attention, every nerve in your being washing equal parts repulsed and outraged. You’re not scared anymore, when in reality you should be. Pushing Jungkook’s blazers to one side you stand to your full height, adrenaline coursing your veins.

“What the fuck are you doing here?!” You spit venomously, “Trying to scare me?!”

“It’s working, isn’t it?” Your sister’s smile is sinister, pure evil gracing her features that look even more identical to yours than usual. She's grown her hair, it's styled the exact same as yours, her makeup, her posture, her expressions, her clothes... It's like you're standing in a mirror.

“Where’s Charlie?!” You yell, pushing Ruth away from you with so much force that she stumbles back a good amount of distance. “Where the fuck is he?! What have you done with him?! I'm gonna call the police!”

"He's fine, you'll see him soon." She softens her tone, she even sounds just like you now.

Taehyung, Jungkook, the wedding, your birthday… It all gets pushed to the back of your brain when you lock eyes with your sister. It’s at that exact moment you hear a second pair of footsteps approaching, but before you have time to turn and focus on their owner you’re struck in the head with something heavy and everything snaps to black. The last thing you hear is the sound of Ruth’s voice, her words ominous and threatening.

“Wait outside a sec, I need to change into her clothes first if I'm gonna make this work.”

x

need to know

— explicit drabble; jungkook x f. reader; someone call the horny patrol 🚔 i randomly remembered this jungkook existed and almost A YEAR LATER he still has me in a chokehold...

You won't lie, you always wondered what Jungkook would be like if he was rougher in bed. He's much more into vanilla sex, and you have absolutely no complaints about it. Zero. Sex with him is always good, and you love the slow, steamy kinda thing.

But.

You don't know what came over to him, you're sure you never let it out of your mouth. Jungkook simply came home after a concert, and with no further explanation dragged you to his room and proceeded to make almost every single little dirty desire you've been having the past weeks come true.

It started with his fingers. The tattooed ones. Two plugged into you with so much ease it felt like he used a whole bottle of lube. Well, he actually used it later to eat you out. It tastes like grapes and is one of his greatest purchases. Jungkook is used to fingering and eating you out, but this time... The way he didn't take his fingers away even if you were scooping up in bed, or how he spitted on your pussy like it wasn't wet enough — it's simply not a Jungkook thing. Then, after you cummed so hard you felt your throat starting to get sore from the screeches of pleasure, he took you from behind, edging you to the point of tears, marking your skin, tattooing it as his. Your hair was a mess in his large, rough hands, and every time he increased the pressure, your pussy spasmed around him.

Truly, he stopped sometimes to ask if it was okay. "I can take it. Fuck that pussy open," was your response. And so he did.

Burning like fire and tingling everywhere — if you have to describe what you're feeling for hours now, this would be the perfect description. Your poor knees and thighs are already sore from riding this man for god knows how long, but you can't stop. Every time you go up leaving only his tip inside, you can't resist coming back down until you feel him in your gut. Fuck. Is this why people are obsessed with rough sex? You can understand why.

"Kook," you whine, voice so thin and small you sound like a helpless woman. "I c-can't..."

Jungkook only forces his digits on your jaw. "You can and you will. Don't you dare stop now that you're almost there."

You take his words and use the back of the couch as leverage, knuckles white from the pressure of your fingers, but you don't stop. Slower, on a sensual and rough grinding, but you keep going. He's right anyway. Your trembling legs are trying desperately to close around his thick thighs to no avail. Jungkook, however, looks peaceful like he's just lounging on a random episode of In The Soop. That fucker. Meanwhile, you're fighting for your life against his dick. How can he last so long?! You lost count of the times you came and you're so sore you can imagine all the struggle to walk for the next days, and he just cummed once.

"Baby. Oh my god." Almost yanking the couch's back cushions, your whole body trembles in the arrival of your nth orgasm. The first reaction you have is trying to raise from his dick and press your clit to intensify the sensation. To breath some air for god's sake. But Jungkook has different ideas, simply holding your hip and forcing you back down on his cock, unmoving, making you soundly choke like it's on your mouth. With your clit now pressing against his hip, you have nowhere to put your hands, and they glide against his body with ease in search of some consolation because this is wrecking you. Your poor body is curling like a ball in his arms, brain shutting down like an overloaded windows 97.

Sweat is everywhere, you look like you both just came out of a boiling shower. Jungkook is gorgeous, a living sculpture crafted by gods — but now, fuck... His eyebrows, big nose, jawline, neck, chest, hips, thighs... No part of him isn't stimulating you in some kind of way right now.

"Stay still."

"Jungkook..." A pleading for mercy.

"Stay. Still. I wanna feel you clench around me. Fuck. How can you get so tight?"

You don't know how long it takes for your high sensation to subside, but when it does, you're hyper-aware of his thick cock still buried inside of you. Breathing like you've been underwater all this time, you whine weakly when he moves to trace his nose through the length of your sweaty neck, dick moving slightly.

Jungkook suddenly manhandles you to lay on the couch, and your legs try desperately to close because you know what that means. You're still sensitive and puffy. You can hear your poor pussy screaming at you Woman Give Me A Break For God's Sake. But Jungkook buries himself even deeper, making you choke a moan again.

"B-baby! What happened to you?! Oh my god!"

"Don't you like it?"

You take in his figure above you, glistening, hard, smelling like sex, and like Jungkook (you can't explain it but it's your favorite smell). His tattoos look like contemporary paintings, and you want to kiss them. Want him to take you from behind while choking you with that tattooed hand. Want to suck that goddamn silver ring on his lip.

"I fucking do."