34+35 | Knj

34+35 | knj

SUMMARY why is the song 34+35 so motivating for namjoon to work out to? what gives?

PAIRING namjoon x reader

GENRE smut, pwp, workout!joon, established relationship

RATE 18+

WARNINGS 69 duhh, dom!joon, daddy kink, hickies, thigh riding, spanking, submissive!reader, unprotected sex (practice safe sex yall), orgasm denial, throat fuck, really whiny reader, sweaty joon 🥵, i think thats it???

WC 3.5 k

a/n: please feel free to let me know what you think! feedback is much appreciated <3

Can you stay up all night?

Fuck me till the daylight?

34 + 35

Ariana's words blared loudly in your ear as you entered the fitness center looking for your gym rat of a boyfriend. Recently, he'd picked up his workout schedule more than before, resulting in the bigger and better namtiddies you so enjoyed along with buffer everything else. You weren't complaining at all, especially since his new bodybuilding addiction had led to him showing off his higher stamina in bed, insisting on round after round just because he could. Yeah, you were perfectly fine with that.

You found him over by the weights station, sitting on the bench facing the mirror as he worked on his biceps. He was the only one still here, the late hour of the night being his preference for hitting the gym as he enjoyed the peaceful quiet. His face contorted at the effort as he grunted with every lift, sweat dripping on his forehead, his hair wet, body glistening with the exertion.

You didn't want to interrupt, loving seeing him like this. You would've taken out your phone to record a video for your own private archives, just to store away, if he hadn't looked up and caught your eyes in the mirror. His lips curved up into a smile at your expression, dazed with your head tilted, eying him hungrily. "You came for the free show?" He chuckled.

You giggled as you walked over, putting one knee on the bench behind him as you leaned over, embracing his body and feeling his taut muscles under you. "It's not fair, you're too distracting."

"Look who's talking," he snorted, reaching around to pull you into his lap after setting the weight down. "You just walk in and I loose count of how many sets I've done."

"You've two more to go," his trainer's voice suddenly sounded from behind him, returning from putting the other equipment away. Namjoon nodded obediently and picked up the weight again, gesturing for you to get off so he could finish, but you didn't budge. "Can't I stay? I won't impact your training," you pouted. You knew Namjoon could never say no to you. Which is why he sighed defeatedly, a small smile on his lips as he shook his head before looking to his trainor for approval. Once he got the okay, he secured on arm around your waist and the other gripped the weight. You were pressed against his chest closely as he started his second-to-last set.

His trainor counted each one with him, commenting words of encouragement to keep him going. But you could barely hear any of that, only background noise compared to Namjoon's grunting in your ear. His hot breath was on your neck with each exhale, and you could feel his body heating up from the excersise.

The music was the only other thing you could hear aside from Namjoon’s pants, but that's probably because you had a one-track mind at this point, the lyrics capturing exactly what you were thinking.

Baby you might need a seatbelt when I ride it

Imma leave it open like a door come inside it

Even though I'm wifey you could hit it like a side chick, don't need no side dick

You couldn't help the heat that flooded to your core at the sound of your boyfriend's exerted grunts in your ear, paired with his arm clutching you tightly around him, making you feel every flex of his muscles. And not to mention, you were sitting on those God-crafted thighs that had your mouth watering before you even thought about his dick. You tried to be subtle about the way you moved in his lap, trying to relieve some tension and the fire on your skin, and get comfortable without disturbing him. He may have not noticed at first, too enraptured in his gains to pay attention to anything else around him, but his dick took full notice. Enough of your wiggling his lap causing his gym shorts growing tighter and tighter around his crotch.

His arm pulled you impossibly close, leveling his mouth with your ear to growl, "What are you playing at, babygirl?"

You shivered at his deep voice, feeling the rich timbre in his chest. "What are you talking about, Daddy?" you whispered, moving again in his lap to brush against his semi-hard cock through his shorts. He let out a low groan at your movement, gripping your waist to keep you still. "I have one more set left. Be a good girl, or you're going to get punished. Understand?" He grunted lowly. You bit your lip, his tone sending another rush of heat to your core, your arousal pooling in your panties.

He switched the weight in his hands, his trainor starting his count again, oblivious to what was going on between you. Namjoon had told you to behave, to be a good girl. But how could you when he was basically making sex noises in your ear and flexing his muscles with you in his lap with a front row seat. Short answer: you couldn't.

You wrapped one arm around his neck, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck as you leaned in to his ear. "Why do you listen to 34 +35 when you work out, Joonie? Is it because you wanna fuck me till the daylight?" You felt him stutter in his set, almost dropping the weight, but quickly regaining his composure. He lowly uttered your name in warning, but you didn't heed it. "Is it because you wanna keep me up? Or so you can prove you can keep it up?" You gestured down to his shorts at the tent forming, becoming more obvious by the second. "Does it motivate you to get all big and strong and make the bed shake so hard the neighbors think there's an earthquake?"

"Yn," he muttered under his breath, his teeth gritted. You could feel his self-control draining as his focus fell to you rather than his workout. And you didn't mean to do it, honestly that wasn't your intention at all when you had walked into the gym. But workout Joon was irresistible, what were you supposed to do? Not rile him up in hopes he would use you as his workout instead?? That's crazy talk.

"C'mon baby," you continued, dragging your nails across his the back of his neck, "Finish your set so you can show me who I belong to." Your sentence ended with a slight whine in your voice as your own desperation showed itself. That gave him his last burst of concentration, just enough to finish the last 10 in his set before he was dropping the weight with a loud clang to the ground and lifting you up, hands on the back of your thighs. He murmured a quick thank you with a small bow to the trainor before he was practically running out of the fitness center and into the elevator that went straight up to the apartment.

"You're seriously such a brat." He growled, voice muffled as his mouth attached to your neck. You whined out his name at how he was marking you, a taste of what was to come later. "Can't be without my cock for one fucking second."

One hand hand was kneading your ass and the other held you up as he slammed you against the elevator wall. His mouth moved from your neck to your mouth, kissing you heatedly. You let out a moan as he pushed his tongue into your mouth, your lips opening submissively for him.

Your frenzied makeout session was interrupted by the ding of the elevator, signaling you had reached your destination. He readjusted you in his arms as he exited and headed for the door. His lips found yours again as he walked the well-known path that was ingrained into his muscle memory. He only stopped to come up for air when he reached the door, pressing you against it while fiddling with the lock.

"Joon," you whined as the rattle of the keys continued while he tried to find the right one. "I'm trying baby, but—" his clumsiness jumped out. You huffed in his ear, throwing a mini fit at not getting what you wanted fast enough. But he was quick to put you in your place, rolling his hips against yours, making you feel his rock hard cock.

"Baby's throwing a fit, huh? You think you're cute?" Unfortunately for him, he did think you were cute. Especially when you got all whiny for his dick. It made the his cock stand right up when you pouted at him with those pretty lips and eyes. He could never deny you when you had that look, and honestly, he never really wanted to deny you.

Finally, after what felt like forever, he got the door open, pushing you both inside. He was barely able to set you down on your feet before pulling off his shirt, his chest muscles greeting you, dripping with sweat from his workout. You reached out unconsciously for his tiddies, running your hand down his body in a trance. He chuckled at your awe, and let you have a moment before he was tugging at your shirt and shorts.

"You worked hard, Joon." You panted as he towered over you, walking you backwards to the couch. "Think you got any of that left for me?" You fluttered your eyelashes for good measure to get what you wanted. Namjoon bit his lip at your insinuation, pushing you down onto the couch before hovering over you, chest heaving like the beast he was.

"Careful what you ask for, sweetheart."

Your mouth broke into a cheshire cat grin, playful eyes with a hint of determination. You wanted it all, every inch of this man standing above you right now. You pulled him down to meet your lips, reveling in the feeling of his tongue in your mouth.

He flipped you both over, instead having a seat on the couch and pulling you on top of him. "You wanted to ride my thigh so badly couldn't even wait till we got home, huh?" His voice was muffled in your neck as his hands found your hips, gripping tightly and positioning you. "Well? Show me what got you so riled up, sweetheart." He flexed his thigh under you, and you could feel it in between your legs, your arousal flooding your core. You let out a moan as you lost all sense of your surroundings and moved your hips back and forth on his muscular thighs. Your hands came up to steady themselves on his shoulders, and he leaned back, hands propped up behind his head as he watched you, a cocky smirk on his face.

"Damn, babygirl. I can already feel you soaking through your panties." He was right; your arousal was quick to make an easy slick for you on his thighs, causing you to rut frantically against him in search of stimulation to your clit. You rode his thigh like a pony, your whines and whimpers cutting through the air in symphony with the squelch of your skin. It was filthy, the way you were so desperately grinding yourself down, knot tightening your stomach.

You fell forward, losing your grip on his shoulders, as you caught yourself on his lap. Loud whimpers of his name left your lips as you chased your high, his thigh deliciously rubbing against your folds. You were breathing heavily, sweat beading on your forehead, mouth falling open. Your eyes rolled back as you found your rhythm. Your stomach tightened in anticipation, your orgasm fast-approaching.

He tilted your head up to look him in his eyes, intensely gazing down at you. You felt so dominated in the moment and he hadn't even done a thing. You could just feel your body tingle in anticipation for what you wanted him to do to you, how much you wanted him to stuff you full with his cock—

"Stop." His voice commanded. And if you hadn't been looking at him right that moment, you would've missed it for being so lost in your own pleasure. Loud whines left your throat as you begrudgingly slowed your movements. He smiled at your state—eyes wide, hair messy, lips pouty, overall fucked out. So cute.

"You were a bad girl, baby. You don't get to come yet," he reprimanded you. His tone was soft, but his words made you slump into his embrace, silently begging, big eyes watery from your robbed orgasm. "Nope. That's not gonna work this time," he tsked, but he still had to look away from your face lest he give in. "Lay down on your stomach, ass up."

You obeyed, not wanting to warrant any more punishment than you already had, but not without a bratty pout. You lay yourself across his lap, face in the throw pillow closest to you. You knew what he meant, stroking your ass cheeks so sweetly before landing a hard slap, making you yelp out at the loud smack. "Count," he ordered. You nodded meekly and whimpered out number after number as he spanked you until your ass was bruised with his handprint, relishing in his gruff voice whispering dirty things to you. You were sufficiently wet, to say the least, at this point to take his giant cock without any prep, and you hoped he would give it to you soon. You'd been aching for its stretch ever since you first felt it press against you while you were in his lap.

"Joon—please—," you begged. He tutted and landed another slap to your reddening ass. "That's not my name, sweetheart."

"Daddy, please—," you cried out, tears welling up in your eyes, "Please fuck me—"

Namjoon looked at you in your pitiful state. You looked so desperate, pushing your ass up further into his hand. sounded so desperate to be fucked, whiny moans leaving your pretty lips. Ready to take any punishment he gave you if it meant you'd get his cock. Poor baby, he thought as he rubbed your ass soothingly, you just wanted to be fucked by daddy. He flipped you over on your back, scissoring you open as he moved to hover above, and fucked is what you were going to get.

"Sweetheart, you're already so wet," Namjoon groaned, easily sliding three fingers into your cunt. He watched his fingers thrust into you hungrily, the sight making him painfully hard in his shorts. "Just from riding my thigh? Or, does my baby like getting punished, huh? You like it when I spank you silly? Is that why you were being so bratty?" You let out a high-pitched moan at his words, bucking your hips up. You were already so worked up, and his fingers felt so good inside you you were on the edge. And he was right—him spanking you had sent arousal right to your core, and you would be embarassed, but your pride was at his feet and you couldn't give less of a fuck.

Namjoon seemed to sense how close you were with your walls clenching around his fingers and decided you were ready. He pulled his shorts and underwear off, presenting you with his hard cock, red angry tip leaking with precum. He gave himself a few strokes before lining up with your entrance and pushing in.

"Ah fuck—," he grunted in your ear as you moaned at the stretch. He slid in easily, the stretch feeling so damn good. He had to pace himself, remember not to go fucking ham right away, but it was hard because your pussy felt heavenly around him, welcomingly clenching your walls around him. "Yn, baby—," He slowly pulled out and rammed back in, causing you to wrap your arms around his broad back and sink your nails in at the sudden roughness. He continued to thrust into you hard, pulling frantic moans and whimpers of his name from.

Your silk walls felt so good around him he couldn't contain himself, setting a brutal pace. You weren't much better off, clawing at his back, moving your hips up to try and meet his. He leaned over you so closely you could see the sweat glistening off his chest, his freshly worked-out biceps bulging next you as he held himself. You took a moment to appreciate post-workout Joon in all his daunting muscle glory—if he kept going at this rate, he'd be too big to fit in a damn car.

He was rutting into you so hard, putting those muscles to good use, pushing your legs up into positions that made you feel like you were working out. You vaguely made out the sound of the couch scratching against the wood floors as it shook, the coffee table next to you slightly trembling from the tremors as Joon fucked you like he paid for it. It was barely in your realm of consiousness, though, for how fast Joon's fingers were moving against your clit.

"I can feel how tightly your squeezing, baby. You're close, aren't you?" You whimpered a small 'yes' followed by a nod of your head. He chuckled at your response, "My desperate baby. Should I let you come now? Do you think you deserve it?"

You moaned out and bobbed your head quickly, trying to push up against him as you felt your orgasm nearing. He buried his face in your neck, tugging at your earlobe before growling, "Cum for me, yn."

"Fuck—Joon!" The tension in your center broke as your climax washed over you, coating his cock in your arousal. He thrust into your cunt, squelching sounds loud with the new slick you provided, mixing with your moans of pleasure as he let you ride out your high. "Good girl, yn. Cream my cock just like that," he praised, and you revelled in it, giving him everything you had.

Once you had come down from your high, he pulled out and lied back on the other end of the couch. "Cmere, baby." He beckoned. You crawled over on top of him and he pecked your lips before rearranging you both, sitting you on his face as you were now confronted with his engorged cock. You didn't hesitate to put your mouth on it immediately, trying to take in as much as you could at once. You were a bit too ambitious, choking on his huge length, before going back in at a more steady pace, using your hand to pump what you couldn’t fit in your mouth. He was at work behind you, licking you clean of your arousal, tongue lapping at your folds, trying to taste every last drop.

You took him deeper and deeper with every bob of your mouth. It wasn't long before he was groaning behind you, muttering curses under his breath while stroking your ass cheeks. "Keep doing that thing with your tongue, baby. I'm almost there," he grunted. You were spurred on by his words, now warmed up enough to try to take him all the way. You pushed your head down as far as you could, nose centimeters from his base. Namjoon let out a loud Fuck as he jolted his hips upwards, hitting the back of your throat roughly. Tears welled up in your eyes but you kept your mouth on his cock, letting him fuck up into you. He was spilling his seed inside your mouth with a moan of your name. It leaked out of your mouth, and you were taking shorter breaths, but you worked him through his orgasm like a good girl. He praised you after, stroking your gently as you pulled your mouth off his cock.

He moved you around to lay your head on top of his chest, your breaths in sync. You found his namtiddies incredibly cushioning, reaching up to squeeze one with your free hand. He chuckled at your action, kissing your forehead.

"You gave Ariana a run for her money," you mumbled against his chest. He eyes crinkled with his proud smile, pride welling up in his chest. You were a testament to your statement yourself, completely tuckered out from him fucking you, eyes heavy as your muscles finally relaxed.

"But we didn't go all night baby," he teased, strong arm pulling the throw off the back of the couch and settling it over you.

"Mm, next time." You promised, drifting off to sleep. Namjoon let out a small laugh at your determination, knowing next time, you'd have to pump yourself full of coffee before you'd have energy to stay up all night long. He was looking forward to it, though. And, yeah, you were right. He did listen to 34 + 35 purely because he would think of you, and it motivated him to get bulk up so he could fuck you whichever way you wanted it. And what about it?

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𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥 𝐓𝐨𝐩 | 𝙎𝙚𝙤𝙠𝙟𝙞𝙣 𝙭 𝙋𝙡𝙪𝙨-𝙎𝙞𝙯𝙚 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 

𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙹𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚊 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜, 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚔. 𝙷𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞…

                                      Pairing: Seokjin/Plus Size Reader Word count: 5k Warnings: feeding kink, playful sex, dom/sub, body worship, pussy slapping, fingering, unprotected sex 

a/n: another plus size fic for all y’all thiccccc queens. i hope you love it as much as i loved writing it. can’t you just see jin loving a chubby girl who loves food as much as he does? this is purely self-indulgent… 

                                    As if you weren’t already rushing about and panicking enough, your hear your phone ding from beside the bathroom sink, a text message popping up.

Just got in a cab, see you in 15 xx

It was from Jin. And you were nowhere near ready.

In fact, you still had your leg propped up on the edge of the bath, desperately shaving every pesky little hair from every crack and crevice you possibly could. God, this would be so much easier if had less damn cracks and crevices in which to remove unwanted body hair from. This was possibly the only thing you hated about your damn curves; the upkeep.

“Shit, shit shit…” you muttered to yourself, carefully yet ferociously attacking yourself with your razor. As if by some miracle, you didn’t catch your skin. Disaster averted.

You washed the remainder of shaving cream off your body and draped a towel around your shoulders. You didn’t bother spending 10 minutes trying to tie it perfectly so that one, it stayed up and two, the inevitable gap in the fabric would cover up your modesty. Waste of time. You already had your outfit laid out; a nice red silk dress, a little higher than ankle length, that you felt hugged your curves perfectly and hid the ‘problem areas’ well. Not that you thought you had problem areas; you loved your damn body how it was. And why shouldn’t you?

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prima nocta | jjk

summary It was a tradition that had started with his father as a way to consolidate his power deemed jus primae noctis: the right of the first night. The lords would watch him claim the woman they would spend the rest of their lives with physically, and their pride would fall at his feet.

genre king!jungkook, virgin!reader, royalty au

rating 18+

warnings induction of prima noctae, loss of virginity, unprotected sex, cunnilingus, fellatio, an audience during sex, grinding, dirty talk, hickies, fingering, spanking, nipple play, spitting, throat fuck

wc 5.0k

a/n this won't have a part 2 but you're welcome to ask me questions about the couple in my ask box!

"Your appointment for this evening is ready for you, your highness," the chamberlain announces with a bow of his head.

Jungkook nods as he reads through the documents left in the royal study. "I'll be there when I'm finished."

As soon as the door behind the chamberlain shut, Jungkook buries his head in his hands. He was in the middle of trying to garner an alliance with a nearby kingdom, but the terms of the agreement were something they were still hassling over. There was a small piece of disputed land at the border of the two kingdoms that had long been a source of strife. But it was Jungkook's intention to resolve that issue and finally join together with Kim Taehyung's forces. After all, it would be mutually beneficial to have foreign support for both leaders as Taehyung could use Jungkook's army, and Jungkook could use Taehyung’s power to feign off challenges to his throne.

He had been reading over the agreement Taehyung had sent over, which tilted very selfishly in his favor. Jungkook tried to outline a new agreement that would be fair to both kingdoms, but his brain was fried and he couldn't take thinking any more tonight.

He leans back in his chair, feeling the burden of the kingdom weigh down on his shoulders. Many people thought he was too young to ascend to the throne, too inexperienced, after his father's untimely death. And it was moments like this when Jungkook thought they were right. Even though he was an adult, he felt woefully unprepared. His father never spent enough time teaching him the reigns, or passing down lessons on how to be king. He instead chose to foster Jungkook's love for traveling, as he awarded him his own boat and crew to traipse around the world for the time he was supposed to be learning crucial information that might've come in handy now.

Of course, Jungkook was no pauper. He had grown up around war meetings and strategic defense planning, and it didn't hurt that his mind was as sharp as an eagle's talon. But Jungkook still couldn't help but feel that his father sending him on a long vacation had more to do with keeping him out of court and keeping him numb to the responsibilities of a monarch, lest Jungkook suddenly made an uncharacteristic grab for power, than it did for his father's true understanding of his son. Now that he really thought about, Jungkook could laugh at the latter; that was never really his father's style.

Jungkook reluctantly stands up from the study, leaving the unfinished draft to wallow on his desk in place of him. He walks out, nodding to the guards, and follows the path he always did on nights like this.

With every step of the way, Jungkook's mind reeled; he couldn't help but think "What would father do in this situation?" Though he had the answer ready before he even finished thinking the question. He knew what route his father would take in these negotiations, and he knew how his father would handle a threat to his throne. Heck, at this very moment, Jungkook's feet led him to the exact thing his father did to keep his power.

His father wouldn't bother messing around with a peace treaty, opting for a more violent solution to the border dispute. But Jungkook wasn't his father, he thought adamantly, and things were going to be different now.

He shook his head of his thoughts as the giant doors to the bedroom were pushed open for him as he strode in.

He spares a fleeting glance to the procession lined up on the other side of the bed; the chamberlain, a member of the clergy, the lord chancellor, and of course, a representative of the groom's family, most likely the groom's father, to bear witness to the act that was about to take place.

It was a tradition that had started with his father as a way to consolidate his power, deemed jus primae noctis: the right of the first night. The lords would watch him claim the woman they would spend the rest of their lives with physically, and their pride would fall at his feet. It worked, of course, though only a man as ruthless as the late king would come up with such a rule. He always seemed to revel in this decree, going overboard to prove he was the one in charge. However, with his death came the very strife and competition among the court that would threaten Jungkook's rise to the throne, and so he was in no position to overrule the decree. Not yet, anyway.

He didn't glance over at the small window that was covered in the sheerest of fabric, knowing the court ladies stood blushing behind it. The ceremony was as much a power play for the women as it was for the men of the royal court. Though he knew they weren't technically supposed to be there, it was tradition that they snuck behind the glass, their eyes watching him with every move, vying for a good view.

He strode over to the canopy bed, the white translucent curtains drawn, though he could see the outline of a figure inside. Pulling the curtains back, he ran his gaze over the girl waiting for him, and his heart stopped.

Lying on the intricately-woven comforter was the most beautiful woman Jungkook had ever seen, clad in white lace lingerie, down to the matching sheer stockings and robe. Her hair pooled on the satin pillow beneath her head, a single white rose clutched in her hands as she looks up at him with big eyes. She looked so delicate, so angelic that Jungkook could almost see a halo glowing around her head. There was something ethereal about her, as if the light shining from her was too good for this world. Jungkook had only a moment with her, and already he was bound under her spell.

He was caught completely unawares, so much so that he could be knocked down by a feather in the moment. This isn’t supposed to happen, he thinks fleetingly, hopelessly. He isn’t supposed to be captivated by her. It was supposed to be as simple as a business transaction, just a task he had to complete. He doesn't even know who she is, for goodness sakes! And he's the freaking king, it's not like this was his first time seeing a girl all spread out for him. He was used to this scene.

But try as he might, he couldn't stop his heart beating so loudly that he could feel it trying to rip out of his chest and be encased in her embrace.

He was pulled into her spell willingly, as he leaned down to do something he never did: he kissed her. His lips gently brush her soft ones, asking for permission, before she presses back, giving her consent.

He could feel the surprise of the people around him, though they didn't dare say a word. The clergymen and lord chancellor were very familiar with the usual interaction; most nights, the king would simply stride in, engage in simple intercourse that would fulfill the requisite, and leave just as swiftly to attend to his busy schedule. They had never once seen such a tender moment take place.

He forgets about the world around him when he pulls back to look into your dazzling eyes. He searches for the reason of his enthrallment with you, trying to explain how he came to be so enchanted all of a sudden, but all he found was your gaze, drawing him further into you. He gently plucks the white rose from your hands and places it on the bedside table before climbing into the bed, hovering over you. His eyes run down your body in awe before settling at your midline. He tugs at the thin string holding your robe together to have it fall apart, revealing your garter belt and bustier delicately wrapped around your body. He takes in the sight hungrily, wanting to rip those fragile seams apart and have you writhing in pleasure underneath him. But he paces himself, knowing if he did what he wanted, it would be over way too soon for his liking. Not to mention, he has to prepare you first.

He eyes travel back up to meet your hesitant ones, and his heart skips a beat. He leans down to place a comforting kiss on your lips, his emotion pouring in, communicating his intentions. You visibly relax into his touch, returning the kiss with a fervor you've never known before. You feel safe here in his arms, despite the onlookers surrounding you.

You had been so nervous for this moment, not knowing what to expect on this night. You had heard of the consummation process of prima noctae, but you still had a thousand thoughts plague you before. How would it feel, lying with the king before being resorted to your future husband? The rumors surrounding the king varied, some insisting he was just like his father, but others painting a more empathetic picture. How would he treat you? There were women who had witnessed jus primae noctis before, but they were typically ladies of the court, and they held those secrets of the king close to their chest, like treasure they were afraid to lose it.

Your nerves kept you in constant anxiety, from getting ready in the bathhouse, to getting dressed and dolled up for him, until the moment itself. But as soon as you saw his handsome face peering down at you softly, though, you knew you could trust the king to take care of you, in whatever way he deemed. You were ready to give yourself to the man kissing up your neck right now, confident that he can make you feel better than any other man ever could.

His kisses trail down to your breasts, his hands running down your sides. He pulls one leg up to his hip as he cradles you under his hand. Taking his time, finding his own path down your body as his sensuality led the way. He leaves open-mouthed kisses wherever he goes, a spark running through you everytime his lips touch your body.

When he reaches your panties, he exhales a soft breath at the sight. He lookes up at you, and you catch a hint of a smirk before he puts his mouth on you through the fabric.

Your head falls back as butterflies explode in your stomach. His lips hold you hostage as his tongue swirls around, drenching the fabric. Your eyes roll to the back of your head; he's barely touched you and you were already so aroused. When he is satisfied with his work, he pulls back to admire the now-see-through panties hugging you.

His eyes grow hungry at the sight, and it wasn't moments until you yelp out at the tearing sound and the sudden cold breeze you feel between your legs. Jungkook had torn off your panties, throwing the remains over his shoulder. You blink at him in suprise as he stares down at your glistening pussy, his eyes mesmerized.

As if willed by powers above himself, Jungkook dives down and buries himself in between your legs. You fall back on the bed with a gasp. He holds your folds open with two fingers, exposing you to him, as he licks and sucks at your dripping cunt. The slurping sounds are loud in your ear, causing you to groan. If you didn't feel so blissed out, you would've been embarassed at the sounds coming from what he was doing to you. Your hand unconsciously comes down to squeeze your breast as you buck your hips into his mouth.

A knot starts to build in the pit of your stomach as he hooks his hands under your knees to pull you closer. He eats you out like he was a man starved for a thousand days.

"Are you close, darling?" He coos. The first words he spoke to you. He looks up to meet your eyes in a tender gaze... before licking a stripe up your pussy while holding eye contact with you.

You gasp out, shakily nodding. You're on the brink of feeling better than you ever had before. And all it takes is for Jungkook to plunge his tongue inside you for the tension inside you to break. You sob, thighs trembling as your orgasm washes over you, coating his mouth in your cum. You could feel tears prick at the corners of your eyes, and you choke at how good it feels.

Your body is covered in a light layer of sweat as he climbs back up, taking your mouth in a heated kiss. You could feel your arousal on his tongue as he gently pushes it into your mouth.

When he pulls away, his eyes lock with yours in a passionate gaze. He almost takes your breath away with how handsome he is; long black hair that was originally tied back neatly now falling into his face messily, his sheer black shirt doing little to hide his toned body and pecs from you, his light overcoat framing his shoulders. He is truly worthy of the title "King."

"Jungkook," he breathes, startling you out of your gaze. "You can call me Jungkook."

You nod, hesitantly trying out his name on your tongue, "Jungkook."

His heart almost bursts at the sound of his name falling from your lips. Never was it uttered in such a heavenly way as you did just now. Your voice is like a song, and sweet as sugar. He wants to hear it again, and again, and again...

"Jungkook," you gasp as his lips trail back down to your neck. You could feel him marking you, sucking purple and red into your skin, marks that would be hard to cover up tomorrow. You almost forgot you were betrothed to another man as he brands you as his, and you were happy to be tainted with his touch. You would let him claim you for the rest of your life, if he so desired.

"What's your name darling?" he mumbles against your skin.

It takes you a moment to respond, having to ground yourself from the pleasure he was kissing into you. "____" you mumble shyly. Saying your name out loud suddenly makes this moment feel so real. This wasn't a dream, and all of reality came rushing back... including the fact that someone else would be uttering your name tomorrow at the altar.

Jungkook seemes to sense your rising anxieties, tilting your chin up to look at him. His gaze fills you with the warmth of a spring day, melting all your thoughts of the outside world away. It's perplexing to you how easily he is able to draw you back into him, and make you think of only him.

He bends down to kiss you softly, his covered bulge rubbing against your folds causing you to whimper into the kiss. Spurred on by your quiet moans, he slowly grinds his hips into yours and deepens the kiss, making you feel every curve of him, the girth making you gasp.

His hand snakes down in between your bodies, and starts playing with your clit, prepping your pussy for what’s coming. He pulls away from your mouth and goes down to mark your breasts as he teases your entrance with a finger. You can feel your cunt throbbing at the sensation, about to suck his fingers in greedily, but you stop him before he goes any further, a hand on his making him look up in suprise.

You don't speak as you gently push him back on his haunches, crawling towards him until you're face-to-face with his crotch. Jungkook looks down at you, stunned, as your hands work his pants open and pull his cock out.

The sight of the veiny shaft with the red mushroom tip makes your mouth water. He’s huge, and he isn't even fully hard yet. You aren't even sure if it is going to fit inside of you, but you want to take him so badly. You want to please him, make him feel as good as he made you feel, show him how good you can be for him. You want to take him into your mouth as far as he can go and have him look as fucked out as you looked earlier.

You wrap your nimble fingers around his cock, feeling the texture for the first time. He gently places his hand over yours, making you look at him. "Are you sure?" he asks softly.

You nod reassuringly, your innocent eyes not holding fear or concern, but determination. You experimentally slide your hand up and down his cock, testing the waters. The slide is a bit rough, so you try it out after spitting into your palm, which pulls a loud groan above you from Jungkook. You tentatively put your mouth on his tip, swirling your tongue around before pulling out with a pop. He was already big, but the more you touched him, the more he swelled. You go back in, taking him further, bobbing your head, as you fall into a comfortable rhythm. You look up at him expectantly, and he tangles his hand into your hair, moaning out a "good girl."

You revel in his praise, your hand pumping him faster as you push him into your mouth as far as possible, feeling a tightness in your throat. You can feel your arousal starting to pool in your center just from taking him so greedily, your senses abandon you as all you focused on was the handsome figure above you. His eyes are closed, and his head falls back, but he tries to resist that reflex. He wants to watch you, admire the way you look. He wills himself to open his eyes and look down to see you trying to take his giant cock into your tiny mouth, and he almost falls apart.

Your cheeks hollow as your eyes flutter up to look at him. You hear him whine out your name at the sight of you, and he starts to thrust his hips into your mouth, chasing his high. Your hand comes down to hold yourself steady on the bed as you try to take him. It wasn't exactly comfortable for you, but your pussy was dripping from how he was fucking your mouth. You moan around his length, thinking about how he'd feel inside of you, and the vibrations causing Jungkook to hasten his pace with a groan. You're sat prettily, looking up at him with big eyes as he thrusts his ginormous cock into your virgin mouth, and Jungkook knows he won't last any longer with you looking like that, so he pulls out before he spills his cum down your throat, and pushes you down on the bed roughly.

"Fuck baby, you sure that was your first time sucking cock," he groans in your ear, while returning his hand to the original position between your legs to tease your pussy. You wrap your hands around his neck to pull him closer, whimpering and nodding as he plays with your clit, sparking a fire in you that only he'd be able to put out.

"And look how wet you are," he teases, spreading your arousal around in his fingers, "is it because you let me fuck your mouth, sweetheart?"

You whine as he nears your entrance, slowly circling it without ever going in. "Yes, wanted to be good for you," you cry out, bucking your hips into his hand. God, you wanted him so badly.

He chuckles at your neediness before giving you what you want, pushing one finger inside you slowly, using your arousal to pump.

"You were so good for me," he nuzzles your neck, "you deserve everything. You deserve the world."

Your breathing stutters as he adds another finger, slowly stretching you in preparation for his cock. You were thankful, because there was no way you'd be able to take him now, in all his fully engorged glory, without this precursor. He finds a steady rhythm, alternating between pumping his fingers in and out and scissoring you open. You can feel him brush up against your bundle of nerves as he goes deeper, curling his fingers up inside you. You gasp out, nuzzling your face in his neck as you clutch his bicep, moving your hips in tandem with him, riding his hand.

Once you’re clawing at his hand, and bucking your hips up in desperation, he abruptly pulls his fingers from you. You whine at the sudden emptiness inside you, before he muffles you with a kiss.

"Patience, baby," he smiles teasingly as you pout up at him. But Jungkook was a hypocrite, because, right now, his cock was throbbing with an ache to be inside of you. The only reason he had any self-control was because he wanted to cherish this moment, cherish how you look at him, how you kiss him, how you reach down and line up his cock at your entrance...

"You ready?" he asks softly. You're so perfect, all layed out for him, looking better than heaven. He wants you so badly, wants to take you so many different ways, but he holds himself back in concern for you.

"Yes, please fuck me, Jungkook. I'm ready," you beg, pushing his bangs out of his face to get a better look. "I've never been more sure of anything in my life." There was nothing else you wanted more on this earth, and he could feel that in your gaze. He hesitantly rubs his cock against your folds, holding back. You whine at the teasing, bucking your hips up in desperation while pleading his name. He chuckles, whispering "Okay," gently kissing your forehead and entangling his hand in yours, before lining himself up. Your hands brace around his torso as he hovers above you.

He pushes past your walls slowly, and you could feel every inch of him inside you. You could feel him stretching you as he carefully moves, rubbing your waist comfortingly. It feels a little uncomfortable and odd, but he is being so gentle with you, the sensation was easier to bear. Once he bottoms out, he pauses to give you a chance to adjust, placing a tender kiss on your lips.

"You okay?" he asks. You can tell he's holding back, his cheeks red and his neck vein popping as he paces himself for your sake. You nod, taking his face into your hands and kissing him passionately. He moans into your mouth, savoring the taste of you on his lips as he’s tucked inside of you.

He pulls out slowly, pausing for only a second before pushing back in roughly. You gasp out at the sudden intrusion, digging your nails into his back as he continues his slow pace, trying to loosen you up. You can feel pleasure replace the pain as he repeats the action.

"Fuck, your pussy feels so good," he groans in your ear as he nips your lobe. You whimper at the sensation before you're pulling him closer and whining "faster, Jungkook," in his ear. It takes all of his self-control not to bust right then and there, his heart swelling with the thought of fucking you how he wants to.

His pace quickens as he ruts into you, littering your neck in kisses as his cock slams into you with every thrust. You could hear the thud of the wood against the wall as the giant canopy bed moves with the two you. The curtains around you shudder, mimicking you as your legs tremble around him.

His breath is hot in your ear as your pussy takes him, the squelching sounds adding to the symphony around you. You could feel a familiar warmth blossom in the pit of your stomach.

"Jungkook," you squeak out, "I'm close." Your arms wrap tighter around him as he pulls one leg around his waist, the new angle causing you to gasp out as he nudges the rough bundle of nerves inside you. He snakes his arm down to rub your clit while pressing wet kisses down your neck.

"Already, angel?" he prompts, hitting deeper inside you, targetting your g-spot. You cry out his name as he finds it with it ease, now constantly stimulating it. He kisses you feverishly, panting, "Alright, baby, come for me."

The sensations around you overwhelm you, and you're pushed over the edge with a sob of his name, your body shaking.

Jungkook is peppering your face in kisses as you coat his cock in arousal, but you can still feel his hard cock inside you. You feel him pull out before flipping you over and pulling your hips up, your short, flimsy robe falling over your ass. He pushes it to the side before shoving his cock back into you, slapping his hips against your ass as he finds his new rhythm.

He groans out your name as you tighten around him, the overstimulation already building another knot inside of you. He thrusts relentlessly, chasing his release, gripping your hips tightly as he moves them to match his pace. He tries to slow down, to give himself more time, to collect himself. But the sight of you, your face pressed against the mattress, whiny moans muffled, as you squeezed around his cock, is too much for him to bear. He sloppily ruts into you, tightening his grip trying to get you to move faster against him. His hand furiously rubs at your clit, trying to draw another orgasm out of you, gasping "Come on baby, one more time. Be a good girl and cum for me."

Your body convulses as his encouragement pushes you into another orgasm, falling limply and letting him use your body for his pleasure, officially tapped out for the night. His hips stutter around you, your orgasm triggering his own, and he moans out your name before releasing inside of you, squirting his cum all over your walls.

He falls beside you, heavy breathing matching your own. He turns his head to look at you, capturing your image, all fucked out from his cock, looking ethereally beautiful. He brushes your hair away from your face and kisses your forehead before tucking you into the bed. He moves to the edge of the mattress, pushing the curtain aside to peek out and call the chamberlain over, hissing instructions to him quietly.

He crawls back in beside you, as the chamberlain dismisses everyone in the room, and shuts the window shutters from prying eyes, leaving the two of you alone in the giant bed. He gets under the covers and pulls you into his side, admiring you as you look up to meet his eyes, a heat slowly creeping up your cheeks. You may have been shameless before, but after the bliss of orgasm was lifted from you, you became shy in his presence, and of all the things you let him do to you.

"Your fiance is a lucky man," he breaks the silence. There's something behind his eyes when the words leave his lips, but you can't quite make out what it is.

"Hm," you laugh humorlessly, "if luck awarded him me, I wish he would run out of it."

"You mean..." Jungkook pauses, surprised at your statement. He assumed you would be happy about marrying the love of your life. He shakes his head, "you didn't choose?"

You smile sadly. "I'm from the outer villages. the only bargaining chip my family had was me. I went to the highest bidder and that was all. I had no say in the matter."

Jungkook quietly contemplates your words. You were entering into a loveless marriage. A choice you didn't even make. The man, the lord, you were going to marry was going to parade you around court like a prize, and all the while, you'd be... alone.

You nuzzle into his side as you drift off to sleep, comforted by his warmth and scent. You feel protected in his arms. Protected from what tomorrow would bring, what the rest of your life would bring. He was the only person in your life who had ever asked you what you wanted, if you were okay, and you wanted to cherish that feeling for as long as you could.

Jungkook watches over you as you sleep. How could he ever live to know that you would belong to someone else? How could he let you go, knowing tonight was the last time he was going to see you? It killed him to think he would never be able to hold you again, never feel your soft kiss again, never have you wrapped around him again...

He could feel physical anguish at the thought. The thought of someone else doing the things you two did. The thought of you lighting up someone else's life with your charm and bewitching smile.

Jungkook sighs heavily, staring down at you. You're the north star in his night; you gave him direction and hope just by sharing your presence. You shone so brightly he couldn't be bothered with any other object in the sky. But just like the star, you would disappear when the sun rose, and day's harsh light would bring real life back at his doorstep.

The next day, when you’re ooking at your reflection in the mirror, white dress draped on your body with a veil to match, you didn't expect to see a royal courier burst in, hastily shoving a note in your hand. You expected even less for the letter to read:

"Your wedding to the lord has been called off, by royal decree of the king."

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part of the you never shop alone (ynsa) collab with @underthejoon and @kpopfanfictrash, based on this post!

summary⇢ pretzel pro. most skillful tongue in the food court world. allegedly. that’s what yoongi keeps telling you, anyway. of course, you’re reasonably skeptical of his claims—but if there’s one thing that motivates the notoriously-lethargic man, it’s proving skeptics wrong. pairing⇢ yoongi/reader word count⇢ 18.3k 😱😱😭😭😭 rating⇢ 18+ genre⇢ smut | humor | friends to lovers | shopping mall!au  warnings⇢ oral (female receiving), fingering, overstimulation, dirty talk, inappropriate and semi-public canoodling, very brief mention of suicide and depression (because this is a yoongific), taehyung is yoongi’s biggest fan but oc is coming for him lbrh 😌

a/n⇢ everybody thank @underthejoon for this gorgeous header 💖💖

THIS TOOK ME SO FUCKING LONG, i have NEVER written anything this long without splitting it up before in my entire life, omg. writing something this long in one go honestly made me wanna pull my hair out lmao. but we here!! we made it and it’s done and i hope you enjoy it 😩😭💕 mood for this fic is this song. HAPPY BIRTHDAY YOONGI, ILY 🤧💖

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↳ Character | Yoongi x reader

↳ Genre | Angst, Smut/Mature scenes, Arranged Marriage! AU, Heirs! AU, CEO!Yoongi, Suspense

↳ Word Count | 18,200 words

↳ Summary | He is the successor of his family’s business empire, and you are the female heir of yours. After the trouble his older brother had created in the past, he now must face certain requirements needed for the sake of the family’s future and to save his rights of inheritance, and you become his only way out. Everything might seem so simple, just the way they are supposed to. But everything isn’t always what it seems, is it?

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↳ Warning | mentions of death, major character death, mentions and usage of guns.

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