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wicked ⢠18
âł Summary: In a desperate hope to stop war from breaking you are a serviced to wed the most vile man alive, the one who has committed atrocities and war crimes beyond comprehension, he who is responsible for the fall of many nations, the wicked prince whoâs heart is made of stone. You are to marry a man who challenges every belief and moral you stand for, all while being faced in a foreign land with nobody but yourself too trustâŚBut are you both truly that different? Or is hate not too far from love?
âł Pairing:Â Jungkook/reader
âł Genre:Â arranged marriage AU, enemies to lovers, itâs kind of a period AU??? Historical but also technically not? prince!AU, eventual smut
Word Count: 12k
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tags: oral (f), tiddie suckingâŚlove kink?, teasing, vaginal fingering, begging, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, squirting (yeahâŚ), soft dom!kook, loss of virginity, penetrative sex, it doesnât fit, but only for a moment, size kink, possessiveness, multiple positions, slight spanking, corruption kink if you squint, creampies (wrap it before you tap it, condoms donât exist in this au soâŚyknow)
Note: this chapter was not supposed to be so horny but the brain insisted đ
Chapel bells could be heard, a somber cry of the hazy day ahead, you sniffled trying to get the smell of ash out of your nose, squinting as you glanced through the cracked tent, the sky tinted and hazy.
You didnât remember the sun looking quite that color, it was distorted from normal, another bell chimed and you could hear the camp from even this distant, a crackle of the fire and a sob.
âFocus!â Baba EnĂ ir slapped the stick in front of your desk making you jump.
âSorry Baba.â
âYou can say sorry to all the folks who rely on your hands to save their kin,â Her eyes glowered down at you, âAs for me, you will do good and well to pay attention.â
Your lips twitched as you stared down at your desk, eyes slowly squinting into a glare before briefly glancing behind her once more towards the open flap of the tent where you watched the girls, hands all joined skipping in a circle.
âWhy canât I be excused?âÂ
Baba Enairâs eyes followed yours as she sighed, perhaps taking pity on you, though if she did her eyes didnât show it.Â
âYou are the Princess of Eunoia, the people look to you for hope, not the court girls.â Baba Enair replied, âYour dryad blood allows you to heal in a way other girls cannot, that other people cannot. It isnât fair, but itâs for the war, the amount of lives you can save alone compares to ten of the court girls. Itâs imperative that your skill is honed. Now focus once more.â
You sighed, you had heard the same reason again and again, one day you hoped it would finally mean something to you though, today however, was not that day.
Regardless of how you felt, you stuck your hands back into the moon water, a small beautiful red fish, evidentially dying as it struggled to swim around.Â
You closed your eyes.
âNow start your three part breath, calm your mind.â Baba Enair instructed.
You took a deep breath from your stomach, slowly expanding it to your chest and then your throat, finally letting it exhale, after a few more breaths you began to speak.
âNi esta- upon I cemen, eless- mama na- laiva,âÂ
âLouder.â Baba Enair commanded.
âLet your coiv- mauime- celusse minna -yesâs eala-â you winced as you yanked your hands from the water, the water boiling and your lips parting, feeling a piece of your heart crack at the fish, no longer swimming, but floating.
Your eyes watered as your lips trembled, you wanted him to have a peaceful passing, but all you caused was painâŚ
Baba Enair slapped the stick on your table, âYou were too fast, too hasty! Rushing your studies will only make them last longer. Save your tears child, you will have much to cry for if you cannot even heal a fish.â
Your eyes only closed letting the tears stream down your face, the scene shifted, the tent no longer over you, but the sky above.
Thick with clouds of ash and the fire raged on, the sickening smell of death in the air, people groaning in agony and cries of mourning.
âHow could you let him die you bitch! He was only a child!â
Your mouth was ajarred as you took an unsteady step back, âIâm- Iâm sorry but I tried everything-â the tent behind you being prepped for the fire, there laid a boy no older than four, a head wound that he had accidentally reopened when he fell down, attempting to play with his friend.
Blood was everywhere, even now covering your hands as tears gathered in your eyes, âIâm sorry.â
The older mother only glared as if you were nothing more than a speck of dirt under her shoe, âYouâve no right to cry!â She screamed out, reaching out as she grabbed your hair making you yelp, âYou are no princess of this country! You are nothing! The dryads have abandoned your veins!âÂ
Guards had already pulled her off but she made sure to shove you down, gravel digging into your palms as sharp jagged pain entered your body.
Tears dripped down your nose as you heard the woman scream and cry, throwing curse words your way only for her voice to be guided elsewhere as her sonâs body was carried out of the tent.
Placed into a bag but it was evident he was in there, you glanced at the large bonfire, cowardly. You looked back at the ground, unable to watch them toss his body in.
You heard her wails and cries as the fire burned bright.
And suddenly, it was surrounding you, suffocating you as you cried out, the plead of a child, the skin melting from your hands and-
You gasped, sweat dripping from your body as you sat up in bed, wincing as if something of ash still lingered in your lungs, coughing you grabbed the water carafe from your nightstand, pouring a drink.
Leaning your back against your bed board, it was just a dreamâŚyou took a shaky breath, attempting to close your eyes,
âblood covering your face, skin hanging and cartilage visibleâ
Your eyes shot back open upon being greeted with Di Jinâs dead face.
It had already been difficult to go to sleep, his cold dead face showing up every time you closed your eyes, or in your dreams once you had finally slept. Tonight had been different though, different difficulties deciding to present themselves this time.
All better forgotten nonetheless.
It had only been two days, and yet, it felt as if no time had passed at all, slowly you peeled the covers off yourself, shivering as you grabbed your nightgown cover, putting the long sleeve on as you walked to the door.
The room suddenly felt too closed in, too suffocating, you needed air.
Opening the door, you were greeted with your personal knight Yoongi, his injuries still healing, but he was doing far better than you.
When the unfortunate event of Di Jin and Seohyun showed up, Yoongi had shown up the morning after, bruised and battered, the entire operation of the tower being sieged a guise to bait him out and even better if it killed him, and worst of all it worked.Â
Well, the bit to draw him out, but evidently he was still very much alive.
âYour Highness?â Yoongi raised his brows a little, not surprised to see you up, but a little concern evident in his eyes.
âI wish to go for a walk.â Your voice was a quiet croak, shaky even.
âOf course.â Yoongi replied.
âCan it beâŚas if I were by myself?â Your lips turned into a small frown.
Yoongi gave you a weak smile, âYou wonât even notice me.âÂ
You nodded before walking past him, a little ways ahead before you could only assume he melded into the shadows, trailing behind unseen but still within a safe distance.
The corridors were empty, save for a few guards who bowed for you before giving you no grief, everyone looked at you differently though.Â
It was evident in their eyes, the way they all warily kept a distance.Â
Once upon a time, you had gotten used to your title, the Bitch of Eunoia.
But now they had all taken to calling you something different, something new, the Blood-Devoured Bitch. It was a hybrid name, both of Penumbrian and Eunoian background, sickening and yet flattering all the same, it suited you, you supposed.
Stepping out into the courtyard you innately shivered, ice cold air penetrated easily past your cover, wrapping your arms around yourself you took a big breath of air.
Itâs crisp cool entered your lungs like new life, and for a moment you felt better.
Sitting down on the bench you curled into yourself, and suddenly the weight of your soul felt heavy again, you were so tired. A type of tired that sleep would not make go away.
Staring at the moon, you let its light be your only comfort, surely better days would come.
Jungkook couldnât describe his level of worry for you, you had woken up physically fine, a minor wound to your chest where Di Jin had attempted to kill you. But you yourself were not fine.
You looked haunted, any food put in front of you was left untouched, and even if you did eat, you were unable to keep anything down.
Jungkook thought once Wheein was safe, things would get better. But it was clear to him this was hardly the case and what made it worse was you were isolating yourself now, refusing to talk to him or anyone else.
Wheein had desperately wanted to see you but Jungkook firmly sent her back to Skol demanding she take some time to herself, being in the dungeon for the last three weeks was no good for anybody mentally, especially her.
Meanwhile he was left to pick up the pieces of whatever had happened at the estate, and it didnât take a genius to figure it out.Â
He felt horrible, he wanted you to go to the estate because he thought it was safe, but as it turns out, he nearly sent you to your death. He hadnât pushed the topic with you, left you alone if you didnât respond.
He just wanted you to be okay, it pained him seeing you like this.Â
You felt unreachable, and it made him feel as if he was literally losing his mind.
But tonight was Sunday, the day the family gathered together for dinner, Jungkookâs hopes were low but he could only hope that you would show up, he was worried and even more so at a loss of what to do, or if he could do anything at all.
You killed Di Jin.Â
The Eunoian Princess, who had sworn an oath to never kill, who came from a pacifistic nation, who had divine dryad blood running through her veins, killed someone.Â
And Jungkook knew you wouldnât listen to him, it mattered not that you did it in self defense, it didnât change the fact that you still broke your oath. Dinner had been quiet, nobody talking and this was to be expected, after all, everyone almost murdered your hand maid, you almost died, and then not only killed Di Jin, the kings oldest and dearest friend, but also Seohyun, Jungkookâs old fiancĂŠ.
Guards had gone to the estate to clean up the mess only to find her mangled body, torn apart by a wolf- namely yours.
Perhaps it wasn't directly you, but it mattered not, you would still take the guilt.
The doors opened and Jungkook straightened in his seat, you gave a short courtesy before taking your seat next to him, your eyes looked sunken in and it was evident you hadnât slept a single night.Â
Jungkook could feel it clawing at his chest with the urge to do something, anything, but he knew all too well this would be something you would have to reconcile with yourself, in your own time.
Dinner was quiet and his uncle and aunt only murmured conversation, Jungkook could only let out a quiet sigh as he lifted his goblet to his lips, wine almost never solved his problems but it did help him relax.Â
âYes, apparently a wild pack of dogs attacked Vail yesterday,â Jeong Daeâs voice was quiet, Areumâs eyes on him as she took a sip of her wine.
Their voices were the only oneâs at the table that have yet to talk, after all they had always managed to keep the conversation going in these awkward events.
You were twirling your soup in its bowl, having not attempted to eat, eyes strictly somewhere between the table and your food.
âWell there needs to be more guards posted in the outer districtâs now that this whole assassin business is finished,â Areum replied, leaning back in her chair, âThey had four fatalityâs which couldâve been prevented with adequate soldiers numberâs.â
âOr perhaps we just need better soldiers,â Jeong Dae mused, âPerhaps our War Matron should make her return.â
You finally gathered a spoonful of your soup, watching the steam rise from itâs surface before you pushed it into your mouth. Jungkook wasnât trying to stare, but it was difficult to look away when you were having to force every drop of broth down.
Areum scoffed, âUnless war is on the horizon I would rather rot. There was only one guard there, and he was passing through on his patrol.âÂ
You gathered another spoonful, looking at it once more as if having to mentally prepare yourself.Â
âIs a shame though,â Jeong Dae sighed, âIt was an absolute mess when I arrived, blood everywhere, one of the poor ladâs had his throat ripped out-â
A loud cough cut off the conversation, all eyes on you as you grabbed your mouth, lurching in your seat as if attempting to not vomit, âExcuse me.â You didnât even so much as wait for a reply, shoving yourself out of your chair and promptly exiting.Â
Jungkook was immediately pushing himself out of his chair, not even saying a word as he quickly followed after you. You probably didnât want to see him, but he simply couldnât stand watching you like this.Â
He needed to do something, anything.Â
âY/n!â He called out as you rushed down the hall.Â
You shook your head as you took a sharp left, going down the stairs towards the cellar, Jungkook quickly stepping down the stairs as he called your name once more.Â
It was dark and only candles lit the air, dust could be seen if one got too close, walls of wine and dry goods stored as you turned the corner of a storage wall, weaving towards the very back where surely no one would go.Â
Jungkook quickly followed behind, turning the last corner of the storage wall before he sighed out, a dead end with you at the last wall, back still turned but your sobs evident, hands covering your eyes as you tried to regain your breath but struggling to do so.Â
It came out in choked wheezes as you coughed and gagged, struggling to calm yourself down, flashes of blood, images of flesh and gore, no matter how many times you washed out your mouth, you could still taste it.Â
Raw flesh going down your throat.Â
Jungkook finally stopped at your back, unable to find any words, he could only pull you to face him, and he hated it, how it always seemed your face was filled with tears more than smiles, âI canât get it out!âÂ
You felt like a helpless child all over again, unable to help yourself let alone anyone else, but you felt so lost, you didnât know what to do, you had all of these new feelings, all of these new sins you had to carry.Â
You let out another sob as Jungkook pulled you in, and you could do nothing but collapse against him as you cried, âI canât get the taste out! No matter- wh-what I eat, what I drink, I still taste it!âÂ
Jungkook only soothing hushed you, pressing his lips on top of your head, âI know.â He ushered softly, âIâm sorry.â
His arms wrapped around you tighter as you cried, resting your head into his shoulder, after a few minutes passed you had finally managed to calm your breath into steady.
âI canât go back, I canât undo everything Iâve done, I donât know what to do anymore,â You tried to not weep but the tears slowly began to trickle back down your cheeks as you lamented, âMy whole life iâve been told Iâm supposed to save lives,â
You pressed your hands against his jacket, looking up at him, âSo why is it, all I ever seem to do is take them?âÂ
Jungkook tenderly cupped your cheeks in his hands, thumbing the tears away as he pressed his forehead against yours, âI canât speak for all of your past doings, but I can speak for what happened at the estate, your survival was dependent on your ability to defend yourself. You were forced to do what anybody would do.â
You shook your head in remorse, closing your eyes as you stifled a sob, Jungkook tenderly stroking your cheeks as he continued, âHumans are instinctive creatures, though you are part dryad, it seems violence runs in your veins.âÂ
You sniffled, âThatâs terrifying! You should be terrified. Everyone looks at me differently now, certainly you do as well, I killed the woman who was supposed to be your wife!âÂ
Jungkook sighed, tenderly tracing your jawline with those long fingers of his, âThe only thing that truly terrified me? Was when you walked through those gates covered in blood, and I realized I had unknowingly sent you to your death, unable to be there for you, unable to protect you, failing as a husband. That terrifies me.âÂ
Your lips trembled as Jungkookâs fingers traced down your neck to your collarbone, âBut you? I told you to show me all of you, and that I would take you as you are, my words still stand.â His fingers trailed down the center of your chest, stopping at the covered wound, the mark where Di Jin had attempted to make his finishing blow.Â
âHow could I be afraid of someone I love?â It was nothing louder than a whisper.Â
It caused your gut to wrench as you violently shook your head, âDonât say that, please donât say that Jungkook.â You immediately escaped his arms, every step you took back Jungkook closed the gap with another forward.Â
âI donât expect it to be requited, you donât have to say it back Y/n but Iâve went through all stages of grief about it, I canât change it,â Jungkook wasnât backing down though, âI am in love with you and everything I thought I knew about love, everything I thought I knew about women, feelings, all of it, you came into my life and taught me that I was a fool to ever assume as much. I love you.âÂ
âStop saying it! Please, you donât mean that, please donât say it so easilyâŚâ
Your back was pressed against the wall as you shook your head, Jungkook standing tall in front you, delicately leaning down, both his forearms on either side of you as he whispered, âI love you Y/n, and you will not dictate to me whether that is the truth or not. My love for you has been anything but easy, donât discredit how I feel because Iâm the first to admit it.â
âYou canât love me,â You whispered, eyes blurring once more as flashes of Seohyunâs mangled body appeared in your vision.Â
âLoving you is like loving the sun,â Jungkook replied softly, âEffortless, and if Iâm meant to burn in its light, then I'd die happily in doing so. My precious sun, the light of my life. Let me love you, let me take care of you, let me protect you, let me never leave your side again.â
âJungkookâŚâ
âI failed you, let you leave my side, sent you to the estate. Itâs ultimately my own fault, and Iâll spend the rest of my life redeeming myself for it. But please, donât punish me anymore,â Jungkookâs eyes sombered, a sort of tender plea in them, âI canât be apart from you anymore, Iâve tried to give you space, time to think, to heal, but just as you need me, I need you. I need you just like the moon needs the sun.âÂ
You had no words, unable to speak, overwhelmed by so many different feelings, but one thing you knew for certain was that when you looked at Jungkook, you felt at home. You said nothing, only gently laying your forehead in the crook of his neck, arms wrapping around him.Â
Trying to drown out the voices, the memories in his warmth, you were so terribly homesick, and Jungkook was surely your only remedy to this.Â
His arms wrapped around you in return, holding you tightly as he pressed a kiss against your head, âItâs selfish, but please, donât deny me, love me, lay with me, weâre married, but I want you to be my wife.â
âTake me back to our bedroom.â You whispered to him, curling into his warmth as you shuddered, trying so hard to not let the vivid grotesque images back into your mind.Â
There was nothing quite like the warmth a bath could offer, steaming wafting from heat and dipping your body in made you realize just how chilled you had become throughout the day. Perhaps the best part was sitting perched in your husbandâs lap, head laying on his shoulder as he tended to you.
The warmth of the washcloth running along your body, his hands that had easily taken tens if not hundreds of lives tenderly running through your hair as he washed you, he of course didnât miss the opportunity to feather your neck in kisses.Â
âIs this okay?â He whispered in your ear, you nodded wanting nothing more than for him to keep making you forget, you didnât want to remember anymore.Â
Jungkook was still tenderly cleaning you up, lips occasionally going back to your neck with a few gentle kisses and eventually after bathing you both settled in the water, just enjoying one anotherâs embrace.Â
His fingers tracing circles on your back before running down your waist, squeezing your ass for a moment before his hand would return back up your waist, touching you however he wanted, simply because he could.Â
It was a comforting gesture, but it was also evident how aroused you both were, every time his hand would dip under the water, it made your body just a little more excited, feeling his hand gripping your flesh tightly, making you shift a little and the first tiniest audible moan escaping your lips.Â
You could feel it briefly, his hardened cock resting against his chiseled abdomen, Jungkookâs lips pressed against your neck once more, this time suckling the skin as his other hand trailing down your waist before gripping the other side of your ass.Â
A soft moan escaped your lips, making your hips shift, nudging his cock once more making his lips suckle your skin a little harder, he released the skin after a moment, as if not wanting to mark it, âLet me make you feel good, my little sun.â
His fingers digging into your skin, his tongue dragging on your neck, âPlease.â You ushered out a small moan.Â
Jungkookâs handâs suddenly grabbed your waist, âHold on,â He said and you didnât understand for a moment until he suddenly picked you up, bringing you out of the water, grabbing one of the towels from off the stool he laid it out on the bed to not get it wet before dropping you down.Â
The fire crackled on, the only light source in the room, leaving it dark and warm, but the silhouette of Jungkookâs body was still very evident, his hard cock even more so as he stood tall in front of your figure.Â
You felt so small in comparison in this moment, but it didnât last long as Jungkook leaned down, âYouâre so perfect.â He whispered, lips pressing into yours as if he could sense your anxiousness, your body was so pliable though, having his hovering over you protectively. You moaned into the kiss, body relaxing as one of his hands found your thighs, pushing them apart tenderly as you opened them for him.
Your cunt was throbbing and wet, eager to be touched by him as Jungkook broke the kiss, letting his tongue drag down your throat and to your collarbone before he feathered more kisses, pausing at your breasts.Â
Jungkook couldnât resist wrapping his lips around your left tit, this forced a moan from you, hips shifting in need as a hand steady them, as if telling you to be patient, he traded for your right tit next, moaning softly against your skin as if relishing in it.Â
âJungkookâŚ!â You whined softly, watching the explicit sight, your thighs spreading a little more in need.Â
Jungkookâs eyes almost glowed in the dark, that icy blue piercing gaze, hazy and filled with lust as he released your tit from his lips, a small lazy smirk tugging on his lips, âYes, my love?âÂ
It felt like knots were forming in your stomach, âLove me, you keep saying it, show me how it feels.âÂ
Jungkook gave you a small smile, âYou donât need to ask me twice.â His lips pressed down your stomach and your body was reacting in all the ways he could hope as he made his way down to your hips, tenderly, slowly, licking up every reaction he got before he settled himself between your thighs.Â
Still he seemed to enjoy getting you worked up, lips pressing against your inner thigh making you squirm, your cunt dripping wet as you whined, âJungkook!âÂ
His tongue dragged just a little closer to where you wanted it, âWhat do we say when we want something?âÂ
âPleaseâŚ!âÂ
Jungkook moaned softly as his tongue pressed against your cunt making you let out a moan of relief, his hot wet tongue mixing with your arousal as he pressed against your little opening before dragging it up your slit, right where you wanted it.Â
You moaned softly as his tongue pressed against your clit, you shifted onto your forearm, your other hand reaching down to bury in his wet dark locks of hair, his tongue swirling around the tender bud as pleasure shot through your body making your thighs open further for him.
His eyes closed as he moaned against your clit, wrapping his lips around it as if suckling something sweet, it made a sharp whine escape you as you yanked his hair hips lifting for him.Â
âMm Jungkook.â You ushered out softly as his lips parted, tongue lathing against the little bud that had you squirming in pleasure.Â
âRelax my love,â Jungkook moaned into your cunt, âLet me make you cum as many times as you please.âÂ
His fingers snuck down to your cunt as his lips wrapped back around your clit making you whine, his tongue having found a particularly sweet spot that had you grabbing his hair.
His fingers toyed with your little hole at first, letting them get nice and sticky from your arousal before he pushed a digit in, your body immediately reacted, walls clenching around him as a strangled whine left you.Â
His lips parted as his tongue lathed your clit, continuously flicking the sweet spot of your bud as you whimpered, your cunt throbbing in pleasure as his finger began to pump inside you, âRelax princess, I got you,â Jungkookâs lidded eyes met yours, and briefly you could see his finger, knuckle deep in your cunt.Â
As if noticing this as well a small smirk curled on his lip as he pulled it out, before gathering both his middle and ring finger, pushing it back inside you, it made you wince a little in discomfort, âShh, give your body to me, Iâll take care of it my love,â Jungkook moaned softly, his cock was rock hard at watching you moan and wither beneath him in pleasure.
Your walls clenching tightly around his fingers as he thrusted them inside you, his lips tenderly pressing into your thigh to soothe you as your body slowly relaxed just as he said.
Your hips slowly lifted in sync with his as you whined, Jungkook buried himself back in your cunt once more, tongue lapping at your little clit, getting the exact reaction he had hoped.Â
A loud cry escape you, thighs suddenly wrapping around his head just the way he wanted them too, wanting to be suffocated by your cunt and nothing else, his fingers immediately began pumping rougher inside you as you whined unable to keep yourself supported anymore as you collapsed back against the bed.Â
âKoo! Mmm! Please Koo!â Your words were mumbled and whiny as his tongue viciously swirled and suckled your throbbing bud, his fingers suddenly lifting inside you as if in search for something.Â
Pleasure was becoming more consistent, more intense as Jungkook's moan vibrated against your clit and his fingers pushing all the way inside you as they lifted once more, the pleasure that suddenly snapped through your body was indescribable, a loud whimper escaping you.Â
His name came in shambled shorter variations as you whined and moaned, your walls rapidly squeezing around his fingers as he kept thrusting into the same spot again and again.
Jungkook kept lapping at your clit, finding that sweet spot once more as you withered beneath him, back arching as your mind blurred with pleasure, âOh..! Oh god, please! Yes! Mmm!âÂ
Your voice echoed throughout the bedroom loudly as fits of moans escaped your mouth, lips parted at just how good you felt, âCum for me, cum all over my fingers sweetheart,â Jungkook moaned before his lips parted against your clit, lazily rubbing into that little spot as his fingers ruthlessly rubbed into that spot inside you.Â
And you did.Â
Your walls rapidly wrapped around his fingers as he kept shoving them inside you, his tongue attached to your bud, milking your orgasm as unholy noises escaped your lips, mixtures of thanks, of his name, cries to the empty sky.Â
It just kept going, the pleasure only heightened as you squealed out, hands digging into his hair as his tongue swirled over your clit, fingers refusing to stop as they hit that same spot inside you over and over again.Â
It had your eyes rolling to the back of your head, your thighs trembling as you completely gave your body up to him, relaxing into the building sensation inside your cunt as your walls kept squeezing around his fingers, his tongue not stopping on your clit as he suckled it once more.Â
His tongue finding just the right spot as it all spiked once more, your moans were shaky and cried out as blind pleasure washed over you once more, cumming all over his fingers but not only that liquid suddenly spewing lewdly from your little hole.Â
âFuuck,â Jungkook moaned, lifting your hips suddenly as his fingers abused your little entrance, hitting that spot over and over again as your body withered against him, âSuch a good girl.âÂ
His fingers finally pulled out of your cunt, your thighs trembling as he set you down, moaning as he kissed your thighs, hands dragging against your waist, âFuck, I want you so bad sweetheart, wanna fill you up, wanna feel you cum all over my cock.âÂ
You were heaving deep breathes, trying to comprehend the pleasure you just experienced, you were hazy still as your hand tenderly combed through his hair, âThen do soâŚâ You gazed at him, hazey and the darkness made it difficult to make out his expression, âYou said you wanted me to be your wife, then make me your wife.âÂ
Jungkookâs gaze shot up to you as you weakly smiled, âI want you to be my husband, but weâve never consummated it. I want to.âÂ
Jungkook moaned softly, his cock throbbing as he crawled up to you, arms hovering on either side of you as he stared down at you, âYou mean it?âÂ
âOf course I do,â You whispered, hands creeping up his neck and back to his hair once more, pulling him down for a kiss that he would never deny you.Â
Jungkook moaned softly into the kiss before he broke it, pressing a kiss against your neck, âItâll hurt,â He whispered, âBut Iâll make sure it doesnât last long.âÂ
Jungkook shifted you further up the bed as he sat on his knees, between your thighs as you parted them for him, feeling nervous, but you felt so safe with him, you wanted him, craved him. Jungkookâs fingers brushed over your cunt, puffy and wet as you shuddered.Â
His hand was soaked in your arousal as before he wrapped it around his cock, just as big and fat as you remembered. His eyes didnât leave yours as he pumped his cock in his hand, it made you feel shy as you shifted beneath him.Â
âAre you sure?â He murmured, you nodded.Â
Grabbing your thighs he pulled you closer to him before he grabbed his cock once more, rubbing the fat weeping head of his cock against your cunt as you let out a shaky exhale, you knew he was big butâŚhe was really big compared to you.
Just the size of his head was nearly as big as your cunt itself, âJungkook I donâtâŚ-â
âItâll fit.â He reassured, a little amused, pulling the head of his cock to your little entrance before attempting to push it in.Â
You winced in pain as you shifted, you werenât sure how you expected this to go, it really wasnât something you had ever fantasized about. But the first attempt was lackluster due to the fact that he indeed was not getting it in.
Jungkookâs nose wrinkled, âUgh fuck. Hold on,â He whispered, shifting a little more, setting your thighs a top of his a little more, lining his cock back up to your entrance as he pushed once more.Â
He pushed the fat head of his cock against your entrance once more, this time however, you let out a yelp, the sensation almost burning as you shifted in discomfort against him, âAhâŚ! Fuck that hurts.â You let out a weak whine, biting down on your lip hard.Â
And it did, all you could focus on was how much it ached and burned having your walls pushed open by something so large and foreign.
Jungkook leaned down, arms on either side of you as he pressed feathery kisses into your neck, âIâm sorry, my love,â His whisper was strained, âJust let yourself relax, it wonât last long.â He let out a slight shaky moan as he pushed himself just a little deeper inside you.
You tried to let yourself relax as much as possible, but your brows were still pinching together and it was difficult for it to not hurt when he was just really that big.Â
Jungkook suddenly pulled out of you making you sigh in relief, Jungkook pressed another comforting kiss against your neck as he pushed the head of his cock back inside, only this time, it wasnât nearly as painful, a little discomfort of having something foreign inside your body.Â
But it wasnât nearly as bad, Jungkookâs muscles were completely tensed and his breath was shaky as he buried his face into your neck with a moan, âFuck sweetheart, you feel so fucking good wrapped around me.âÂ
Jungkook his deep raspy words in your ear made your walls squeeze around him, making him push a little deeper inside you as you let out a soft whine, shifting your hips as if trying to take more of him.Â
Jungkook could feel this, immediately pushing his cock deeper inside you, âOh my god,â He whispered, âFucking perfect, perfect cunt, perfect body, perfect for me. Look at that little cunt, taking me so well.âÂ
You whined at his hips thrusting a little, as if testing the waterâs, âKooâŚmmm!â Your eyes snapped shut at feeling his cock splitting your walls open, hitting all the right places.
Jungkook moaned as his hips slowly began to thrust, his cock still not fully inside you but with each thrust it got a little closer, âFeels so warm, so little, fuck, keep wrapping around me like that love.âÂ
His shaft rubbed right into that sweet spot that had you moaning, legs wrapping around his waist, your cunt felt so full and yet wanted so much more, Jungkookâs hips were becoming a little faster, âSuch a perfect cunt, mine. All mine.â There was a hint of possessiveness in his words.Â
Your hands dug in his hair, âAll yours.â You whimpered out quietly as your body started jolting, his hips becoming rougher at the words, âYour cunt, yours.âÂ
Jungkook let out a rough moan, deep and raw as if those words made him all hot and bothered, âFuck yeah it is,â He suddenly growled in your ear, âYouâre my fuckinâ wife, my cunt to play with, my cunt to make cum again and again. Mine.âÂ
You suddenly whimpered at feeling his cock going deeper inside you, your eyes shutting as you moaned for him, knowing he wanted to hear them, knowing how much he liked to see you in pleasure, âMmm! Like that.âÂ
âOh? Like this?â He smirked against your skin as he thrusted particularly harsh, his cock going deep inside you once more, your walls rapidly clenching around him as you moaned, nails dragging against his back.Â
âWhat about this?â He murmured in your ear, pushing his hips all the way until they met yours, his cock completely buried in your warm little cunt as you shakily moaned, eyes squeezing shut at how deep he was inside, how thick and fat his cock was, completely splitting open your walls.Â
âMmm fuck, yeah.â You ushered softly, creaming all over his cock, arousal coating it as your walls squeezed around him, you had finally found heaven, it was Jungkook buried inside your cunt.Â
Jungkook moaned as well, feeling how tight your walls squeezed around him in pleasure, as if suddenly starved Jungkook grabbed your thigh, bringing it over his shoulder as his hips shifted, rapidly thrusting into you as you yelped in surprise.Â
But pleasure was immediately blooming side you, his shaft rubbing all the right spots, balls slapping against your skin as you whimpered for him, âOh! Right there, yeah! Yes, godâŚ!âÂ
Jungkook moaned, âFuck yeah, squeeze around me baby, know you wanna cum on it, cum all over this fat cock, gonna fill you up until your dripping.âÂ
Your hips lifted with his, moaning at how good it felt, his cock roughly dragging in and out of you, pushing your walls open with each thrust, âMmm wanna cum all over it.âÂ
Jungkook moaned, thrusting particularly hard this time making you whine before he suddenly shifted, letting go of your thigh as he suddenly sat up right, but dragging you with him, his cock pulling out of you as you whined.Â
Thighs trembled and uncertain of this new position as Jungkook sat you in his lap, immediately grabbing his cock as he pushed it back inside you, except you were a little awkward, âMm Koo I donât-â
âLike this love.â Jungkook moaned, grabbing your hips as he lifted them, this new position made you feel him in an entirely new way, your lips parting as an involuntary moan escaped you, trying to mimick the way his hips guided you.Â
Sliding down his cock as you moaned, feeling how deep he was inside you, your walls rapidly clenched, Jungkookâs hands tightened around your ass, âFuck yeah sweetheart, can feel you wrapping around it, cum.â His head suddenly dove down, lips parting on your right tit as he suckled it harshly making you cry out, walls clenching around him as you lowered your hips all the way down.Â
Your arousal dripping on his balls as he lifted you, fucking you on his cock as you whined pathetically, not of much use when he fucked you like this, his lips suckled your tit harshly once more, âCum,â He growled, his hand suddenly smacking your right ass cheek making you yelp.Â
Your body however, loved that feeling of pain, your cunt squeezing around his cock as he roughly bounced you on it, âLike that? Like getting spanked sweetheart?â Jungkook grinned deviously, suddenly smacking your ass even harder, your body reacting to it as your walls clenched harder around him.Â
âMmm! Mâ gonna cum..Koo!â You whimpered out, all the sensations overwhelming you as Jungkook continued to bounce you on his cock, pushing you deeper on him as he smacked your ass once more, this time hitting just under the cheek, the pain mixed with the pleasure as you moaned loud, walls squeezing rapidly around his cock.Â
Your lips parted as you came all over his fat shaft, being bounced roughly as Jungkook moaned, âFuck yeah, thats it princess,â Jungkook moaned, wrapping his around around your waist as he laid back on the bed, bring you with him a top as his hips lifted, rapidly thrusting up inside you, this orgasm was much deeper, more powerful as he continued to bottom out inside you making sure he was completely buried inside you.
âFuck my love, thatâs it.â Jungkook ushered a moan, you felt it before you heard it, something indescribably warm shooting deep inside your cunt, âMm thatâs it, take it like the good girl you are.âÂ
You let out the tiniest whine, burying your head in his shoulder as he let out a deep sigh of contentment, relishing in his orgasm, how long had he imagined holding you like this?
His lips tugged into a lopsided smile as his eyes opened, looking at you as if you were the only thing in the world, as if in deep admiration, love.
You supposed that look in his eyes, could only be described adequate as love, âMy goddess,â He mused, fingers trailing your face, his hand trailed down your side before grabbing your hand, the skin discolored in large patches.Â
Jungkook pressed his lips against the palm before tenderly planting a kiss on each finger, the gesture was so full of love it made your eyes fill with tears that did not shed, his lips pressed against your wrist, âThe love of my life, I know I cannot change the past,â
Jungkook laid you both on your side as he wrapped his arm around you, âBut we will get through this together.â
You werenât sure what it was, the earnest look in his eyes, the pure devotion in his voice, but you believed him, you wholeheartedly believed him, âWe will.â You whispered back, leaning in to press your lips against his.
It was filled with nothing but sweetness, tenderly pressing over yours as he let out a soft moan, his hand finding its home around your neck, not squeezing but simply holding it, âMy wife.â He moaned against the kiss, âMy beautiful wife. I donât think there will ever be a day I donât love you. Sleep, and if you wake, Iâll be here to hold you.âÂ
Sleep did not come easily, Jungkook had managed to get you both under the warm covers, scaring off whatever little coldness that had tickled your skin, the last hour before he fell asleep had been silent, his fingers tracing circles against your back, enjoying one another's warmth.Â
You had eventually fell asleep but dreams you could not remember had plagued you back awake, your eyes were tired but you could see blue light streaming in from the window, it wouldnât be long before your day would begin.Â
Still, you laid dozing off enjoying your Jungkook who hadnât let go of you the whole time, skin to skin contact soothing, you had rolled onto your stomach, letting the weight of his body near on top of you soothe your eyes back shut.Â
Shifting a little to get comfortable this must have accidentally awoke him as you felt a gentle kiss press on your shoulder a sleepy groan escape his lips, âHow long have you been awake?â He mumbled, his voice quiet, deeper and raspier than normal.Â
â...Not too long, Iâve woken up multiple times though.â You whispered, keeping your eyes shut as you felt his hand slowly stroke your waist.Â
You would never say it out loud, but you could definitely get use to being petted like this.
âYou shouldâve woke me up,â Jungkook pressed another kiss against your skin, this time your neck, âLet us lay together in silence.âÂ
âWe could be laying in silence right now.â You offered a tiny tired smile though you werenât sure he could see it.Â
âWe could.â Jungkook murmured, his lips pressing onto your neck once more, this time parting as his tongue tenderly lapped over your skin, the act itself made your breath hitch, body stirring as you tilted your head, letting him have more access to your skin.Â
You kept your eyes closed, allowing him to give you open mouthed kisses over your neck, not too long in each spot to be mindful of marking, his tongue delicately tracing over each patch just enough to tease.Â
It seemed he finally got what he wanted out of you, a tiny moan as he shifted you both, now spooning you, your bare ass promptly snug against his hard cock, his lips suckling the skin of your neck as his hand snaked over your waist, grabbing a handful of your tit as he pinched your nipple.Â
You whined as you rubbed back against him a little, this made his hand immediately grab your hip, squeezing it to stay still before it hooked over your thigh to lift it, your cunt glossy and wet, dried cum staying your thighs no doubt.Â
Your face felt hot and flush and suddenly the covers that had kept you warm were like an inferno, Jungkook shifted, grabbing his cock as he let his fat weeping head rub along your puffy slit.Â
A small breath escaped you as he rubbed it over your sensitive clit before back to your little entrance, and then pushing it in, your brows pinched together in discomfort, his size still big for your body to adjust too.Â
âShhh,â He whispered against your neck, moaning softly as his hips started thrusting, his cock pushing further inside you as you whined, âFuck, canât believe this pussy is all mine,â Jungkook ushered quietly, âMine to fuck, mine to love, mine to cum inside. Mine.âÂ
You moaned against the pillow, your walls squeezing tight around his cock as he thrusted further inside you before pushing all the way in, his shaft rubbing just the right way inside you, âMmm, Jungkook.â You moaned quietly.Â
You could feel his wicked smirk on your skin, hips suddenly thrusting rough up into you, his cock throbbing as his balls smacked against your skin, âMoan my name, only mine. Want everyone to hear, to know how good I fuck you.âÂ
You bit down on your lip at his hips thrusting at a steady but rough pace, each time pulling almost out of you only to shove all the way back in, the fat head of his cock hitting that sweet spot inside you each time.Â
âThat's right sweetheart, cream all over it, wanna feel this pretty little cunt cum all over my cock,â Jungkook moaned in your ear, that deep rasp in his voice had your clit throbbing and your walls wrapping around him as you whined.Â
Overwhelmed by how big he was, how good it felt you nearly cried out at the feeling of his cock pulling out of you, your muscles tensed as your eyes snapped open at being robbed of your pleasure.Â
Jungkook had a sleepy smirk on his face as he sat upright against the headboard, pulling the covers off to reveal his fat, proud cock, glossy with your arousal as he offered you a hand, âCome sit on your throne my goddess.âÂ
Your body felt hot in all kinds of ways as you took his hand before slowly crawled to him, Jungkook however manhandled you to sit on his lap, your back pressing into his chest as he pried your thighs apart, the position was all too familiar as you whined.Â
âJungkookâŚ!âÂ
âRemember what I said last time?â Jungkook pressed a long kiss against your neck, shifting you as he grabbed his cock, gleaming coated in your arousal as he pushed the head back inside you, an audible moan from you echoing in the room as you watched in arousal and horror at how much he was splitting your cunt.Â
Your body could do nothing but sink down on it, whines and whimpers escaping you once again at just how thick his cock was, finally meeting the base as your body rested against his, Jungkook however had different plans, grabbing your thighs to lift them a little as he suddenly starting thrusting.Â
His fast pace took you off guard as you gurgled a moan, eyes unable to look at anything except his cock pulling in and out of your cunt, covered in slick arousal as you felt his shaft squeezing past your soft warm walls each time, hitting up into your sweet spot that had you moaning.Â
âYou like watching?â Jungkook grinned, a breathy moan escaping him as his chin rested on your shoulder, eyes hazy as he watched his cock push all the way inside you, âLike being made to take this big fat cock while being made to watch.â
Jungkookâs eyes squeezed shut at how hard your walls suddenly clenched around him, taking everything in him to not cum this very moment, âYouâre so fucking little,â He groaned, fingers digging into your thighs, âLove feeling that pretty little cunt wrap around me, heh yeah like that fuuck.âÂ
His fingers found your clit rubbing them as you yelped out, walls rapidly clenching around him in a feeling that he was quickly starting to familiarize himself with, it made his cock throb in pleasure as he lifted once more, shifting you both a little so you laid back more against his chest, thrusting harder and faster this time as he pressed your clit between his fingers.Â
âMmph! Koo-! Fuck, ah! Yes! Oh god, like that, please! Please!â Moans escaped you incohesively, surrendering your body to him as he fucked you roughly, hips snapping up into yours, his cock stretching out your walls each time.Â
Jungkookâs fingers toyed with your throbbing clit, âThats it, moan, let them know whoâs taking care of this pretty pussy, whoâs filling you up with cock right now,â His hips drilling into you as he watched his cock snap in and out of your cunt each time, âLook, watch.â He growled in your ear.Â
Your eyes opened as you moaned, your cunt puffy and wet, stretching for him with more ease now than before, Jungkookâs hips slowed down, âYou like watching yourself get fucked?âÂ
Your throat felt dry and your body hot as his hips sensually moved, slower, deeper, making sure you felt every thrust of his hips as his cock buried deep in your cunt, âAnswer.âÂ
âYes,â You stammered, whining a little at his cock burying inside you once more but this time not pulling out immediately after, âLike watching.â You whined quietly.Â
Jungkook had a wicked grin on his lips, âYou like it? Being fucked by the wicked prince?â His thrusts were short, keeping his cock as deep inside you as he could, your walls clenched at the short snapped sensation, âLike it when I cum deep inside this pretty virgin cunt of yours?â
Pleasure was building rapidly in your body, your walls squeezing tightly around him each time, watching his long thick fingers rub into your clit, finding that sweet little spot that had you gasping a whine.
âYes, yeah, fuck, mmm! Fuck Koo, gonnaâŚ!â Your body was contorting as his cock pushed all the way inside you once more.
âI remember that little mouth of yours our wedding night, remember wanting nothing more then to bend you over and stuff you full of cock,â Jungkook moaned, hips becoming sloppy, thrusts uneven, some slow, some rough, âFuck you so hard all youâd be able to do was thank me. But look at you now.âÂ
Jungkook smiled against your shoulder, âMy pretty wife letting me fuck her tiny little cunt, letting me ruin the little virgin dryad princess. Fuck yeah, thatâs it, cum all over it my love. Cum all over this cock.â
You were moaning so loud, surely people out in the halls could hear, and it only turned Jungkook on further, his cock buried inside you with the need to make sure you kept moaning, needing others to hear, to know that you were his.Â
His thrusts were short, keeping buried deep in your cunt as his fingers kept rubbing into the sweet spot of your clit, your walls rapidly clenching around his base as he buried into you once more before you came.Â
Jungkook let out a loud moan as your walls squeezed him so tight he was unable to thrust, pleasure was contorting in every part of your body as you came all over his cock just as he wanted, your clit throbbing in pleasure as Jungkook tenderly rubbed into it, milking every last bit of pleasure he could.
âGod I love the way your cunt wraps around me,â He murmured, eyes tightly shut at the sensation, what he had dreamed of for so long now, the feeling of your cunt squeezing tight around him, begging to be filled with his cum.Â
The feeling was still foreign, having something warm and slightly sting as it roped inside you, his hands squeezing your thighs tight as he came, moaning softly in your shoulder, you both were heaving breathes.
Jungkook pressed a flutter of light kisses against your neck, fingers tracing your thighs, is fingerprints still prominent in them, âSo thatâs what you meantâŚâÂ
âHm?â Jungkook hummed out, nose nudging your neck in a loving manner, his fingers tracing over the skin that was slowly discoloring.Â
âYouâŚonce told me bruising could be attractive, is this what you meant?â You whispered, voice raspy a little humored.Â
You could feel the tiny smile on your neck, âMaybe. Maybe not, do you find it attractive?âÂ
âDo you?âÂ
Jungkookâs fingers continued to trace over the marks, âWhen theyâre mine,â He pressed a kiss against the shell of your ear, âTheyâre the most attractive.â
You had gotten distracted though, his cock slipping out of you and cum oozing from your entrance you squirmed in discomfort, your face felt warm at the lewd sight.
âMmm, thatâs even more attractive though,â Jungkook moaned softly, his index finger scooping it back up before pushing it back in making you squirm.
âJungkookâŚ!â You whined out, immediately closing your legs.
He chuckled as he pressed a kiss against your head, âLet me grab a washcloth and get you cleaned up.âÂ
Jungkook shuffled you out of his lap before standing up with a groan, grabbing his undershort that had never gotten worn last night as he put them on, grabbing a washcloth from the stool, walking back over to bed where you had shuffled, suddenly feeling incredibly exposed as you sat naked on his bed.
It didnât matter if you both had just finished laying together and his cum dripped between your thighs.Â
Jungkook looked down at you for a long moment before a smile curled on his lips, âAre you going to let me see?â
âIâŚcan clean myself.â You replied flustered, unable to look at those pretty blue eyes of his.Â
âWhat kind of partner would I be if I made you do that?â Jungkook snorted, grabbing your legs as he pulled you closer, it made you squeak now at the edge of the bed.
You thighs parting only a little for him, but he had quickly made it more as he pulled them further apart, his tongue grazing his lips at the sight before the warm wet cloth dragged over your thighs, his hands were attentive and gentle as he cleaned you up.Â
Jungkook had gotten himself halfway dressed and had just gotten your slip on just in time for the timely knock on the door, Taehyunâs voice on the otherside.
Jungkook had allowed him to come in, bowing to you both before going to Jungkookâs wardrobe, âWould you like for me to send for a maid to help the Princess?â Taehyun asked, you could tell he had to have known something was up but obviously not about to ask.Â
âNo,â Jungkook replied, leaving your side as he walked over to Taehyun, âIâll help her get ready for the day.âÂ
Taehyun said nothing more aside from going over the duties Jungkook would need to attend today as he got him dressed, you had fidgeted in bed, eyes glancing at the window as light began to filter in, brighter than usual.Â
You would be expected to carry out your duties today as well, the rebuilding of the market had slowed down since winter had approached and Jeong Dae had warned you the building would be very slow in the winter, but to be patient.Â
You also had to meet with a few noble houses today to discuss resources once more, just the idea exhausted you. It had been nearly a week since the incident and yet it felt as though a day hadnât past.Â
You hadnât even noticed when the door had been shut.Â
âYouâre in your head again.â Jungkook frowned, staring down at you, fully dressed in black today.
âSo much has happened since we married,â You frowned as you looked at the window once more, âItâs difficult to not these days.âÂ
You parted your lips but no words came, uncertain of how to express your feelings, Jungkook patiently waited as he turned away from you walking to your wardrobe, most of your clothes had been taken out, but evidently he had somehow managed to keep most of your winter wardrobe here.Â
âI knew it would be difficult, when we married and I would move here, leaving my land behind. I had two years of mental preparation for what may happen,â You sighed softly as you glanced at your hands, flipping them over to look at your discolored palms, âI had mainly prepared myself to be killed here. And yetâŚsomehow, it never occured to me that living might possibly be worse. That living and yet, unable to recognize myself, would be a thousand times worse than death.â
You felt alienated from yourself, perhaps deep down you always knew you were capable of murder, the rage so deep in your bones that certainly it would strike a god down, but to have done it?Â
To go against everything your nation stood for? The oath you had so proudly taken as a little girl, your mothers eyes beaming down at you with pride.Â
Jungkook set the material out on the bed he had gathered before kneeling down in front of you, gently taking your hands in his, âOr perhaps this is just another side of you, something different, something new, change is uncomfortable. Growth is painful. I remember my first timeâŚâÂ
Your eyes slowly moved, meeting his as he frowned, âI was nothing more than a child, holding a sword too big, he was a grown man. It was one of our drill sergeants in training, he had despised the Jeon name and had taken to treating me as nothing more then dirt beneath his boots.â
Jungkook sighed, âHe had been ruthlessly sparring with me, going as far as kicking me into the ground well past my attempt of surrender. And then he stopped, and just stared at him before laughing, saying I was pathetic, that Iâd never live a day in battle. And like that he just turned his back and walked away.âÂ
Jungkookâs eyes dropped, âI donât even know what possessed me, but he kept laughing as he called out to his little friend that he was done with the Jeon Scum, suddenly I had unsheathed the dagger in my hand and ran at him.âÂ
âAnd?â You whispered out.
Jungkook shrugged, âI donât remember much of it anymore, Iâve been told I stabbed him over fourteen times though, I was covered in blood by the end of it and I only remember crying in the bathtub while washing myself.âÂ
Your heart painfully squeezed for him, he couldnât have been older than ten? Nobody would ever be fit to kill, let alone a child, âWere there consequences?âÂ
Jungkook shook his head, âAreum had given me a light slap on the wrist, extra watch duty, less rations, things of that nature. But being the prince gave me certain privilege,â He a bitter smile grew on his face, âI think that was the first time my father ever told me he was proud of me. Said I had great promise on the battlefield and that I was meant to rule.âÂ
âYou say it with such disdain.â You frowned.Â
Jungkook sighed as he stood up, grabbing the dress he had picked out for you, a purple dress with long thick velvet sleeves, the material was sheer and thin but he had grabbed a thick under slip to pair with it.Â
Jungkook pulled the slip over your head, âDo you want my honest words on it?âÂ
âOf course I do.â You whispered out, eyes meeting his as he pulled the material down.Â
âIâve never had the desire to rule,â Jungkook said it no more than a whisper, âI donât want the crown, I donât want to be king.â He ushered it as if it was a crime, but suddenly he looked a little relieved as if this was the first he had ever voiced it, âI donât want those responsibilities that come with itâŚâ
Jungkook held your dress in his hands as his brows furrowed, â...I donât want to be like my father.â
He spoke it as if that was the underlying reason, you stood up in front of him before wrapping your arms around his waist to hug him, âYouâre nothing like him.â You whispered out, his hands wrapping around you as he squeezed you tight, nose burying in your hair.Â
Jungkook broke away only a little as his forehead pressed against yours, âBut then I think about you, crown on top of your head, the way you visit the outer districts, redistribute what's left that the royals waste, how you sacrificed something so sacred to youâŚâ His hand grabbed your own, pulling it towards his lips as he pressed a kiss against your palm, âAnd I think about how you were made to be a queen, and if I were to rule by your sideâŚthen maybe it wouldnât be so bad.âÂ
âTruthfully?â You whispered back, looking up at him with a soft smile, âIt doesnât matter to me, as long as Iâm with you.â
Jungkook only smiled, fingers tracing your neck as he gave a flutter of kisses to the palm of your hand before he let go of you, grabbing the gown as he helped you change, tentatively lacing the back of your dress before turning you around.Â
A sort of satisfied look on his face as if he had made the right choice, âLeave your hair down today, it looks nice like this.âÂ
âJungkookâŚâ You gave him a look, you felt incomplete if you didnât have your hair braided or styled at all.Â
âIndulge me today.â Jungkook replied with a sort of saccharine dripping off his tongue you had never heard before, pulling the velvet gloves over your hands.
You hated how much he had so easily convinced you as you sighed, shaking your head, âVery well, anything else.âÂ
He nodded walking to your jewelry box once more, âI didnât say anything, but it didnât mean that I didnât notice.â Jungkook walked back over to you, gently grabbing your left hand lifting it up as he held out the large black ring, your wedding ring, âWear it with pride.âÂ
Jungkook slid it on your ring finger making you smile as you glanced down at it, you had worn it a few times in the past, but it felt different letting him put it on you.
Your lips slowly fell though, â...Iâm not ready for today.â You whispered out, Jungkook had been completely taken you away from your sickening thoughts for the last twelve hours, and soon you would have to return to reality.Â
Jungkook frowned as his fingers traced along your neck, âItâll be over soon my love.â He ushered quietly before leaning in, pressing a chaste kiss against your lips, your eyes closing as you leaned into his warm touch, fingers curling around your throat as you let out the softest moan.Â
Jungkook refused to let this go further though, letting his hand drop as he broke the kiss, âIf the day gets hard, you know where to find me.âÂ
Your day had become tones of gray, monotonous without having even realized it, your mind was elsewhere and nobles had looked at you with mixed reactions, some in fear, some in disgust. After all, they had all seen you, seen what you had done, what you were capable of.
You had been hold up in the library the last hour and a half though, reading up on some of the policies for building that had a headache beginning to turn up in your head.
Flipping the page you had went to drink your tea only to find it ice cold, the fire crackled at the far end of the library, but here in the nook you had found it towards the window was cold.Â
Time had passed more than you had realized when you found your husband standing at the front of the table, looking at you expectantly.Â
You glanced up from your book, âAre you finished with your duties already?â He usually worked later than this.
Jungkookâs nose wrinkled, âIâve been done for over an hour, itâs nearing seven Y/n.âÂ
Your eyes widened as you glanced out the window, realizing it was dark outside before you looked back at him, âIâm sorry I didnât even realizeâŚâ
Jungkook rounded the table, fingers dragging to your book before shutting it, âEnough of burying yourself in work.â
You frowned before you glanced up at him, âDo you have something in mind for us then?â
âDinner,â Jungkook replied with a tilt of his head, âBut first come, we should check on Fenrir andâŚyouâll enjoy the walk.âÂ
You took the hand he offered you before hooking onto his arm as you both walked down the hall, it was a quiet night but the glances maids and nobles alike didnât surpass you, the looks never went away.Â
You tried your best to ignore them as you entered to the courtyard, lips parting as you both stepped out.
Large fluffy snowflakes fell from the sky, almost shimmering against firelight as they softly landed on the ground, small piles of powder already forming as you looked around, enchanted at the sight, âItâs snowingâŚ!â Your lips twisted into a smile, âIâve never seen snowflakes so largeâŚâÂ
Jungkookâs eyes softened on you as he smiled, âI figured so, itâs our first of many snowfall to come this winter. I thought you might like to see it.âÂ
Jungkook had led you down to the stables but your eyes were still captivated by the sky, filled with little white puffs that gracefully landed onto the ground, a loud whine however brought you back as you frowned.Â
âOh my sweet boy,â You ushered out softly at the sight of seeing Fenrir limp towards you, large tail wagging behind him as you reached out for his face, tenderly rubbing his snout before planting a kiss atop his head, âIâm sorry I havenât visited you today.âÂ
âI saw him this morning, I let him loose while watching the guards spar,â Jungkook said, âHeâs healing, by the time we travel for Yule heâll be good as new.âÂ
He reached out, giving a firm pat to Fenrirâs side, âWeâll be taking him with us?â You glanced back at him in surprise.Â
âWolves will be roaming for food no doubt by the time we leave, it would be most safe to have him with us to scare off any predators.â Jungkook replied with a nod, â...Heâs also bound to you, the grief heâd give royal staff would be something Iâd never hear the end of from my father.âÂ
You gave him a guilty smile, âI wouldnât want to part with him either.â Fenrir had managed to lick your face causing a quiet giggle to escape you as you leaned away from him, lovingly stroking his neck.Â
You had gone inside his pen to straighten out his blankets and to pull out one more thicker one, now that it was snowing you were certain the winter nights would be long and cold, you truly did wish the castle would let him stay inside.Â
After spending a few minutes with Fenrir you let out a soft sigh, wishing to not have to depart from him so soon, but your duties had kept you all day, and tomorrow would most likely not be much better.Â
Fenrir as if sensing this let out a whine, his ears flattening against his head and his tail fell, âDonât look like that,â You whispered out, your heart aching for him as you rubbed his ears, âIâll be back tomorrow, and maybe Jungkook will let you out again.â
âWeâll see,â Jungkook replied neutral, âInside Fenrir.âÂ
It was a soft command the Fenrir hesitated to listen too, âInside.â Jungkook repeated more firm making the wolf whine once more as he went back into his pen, making circles before he laid down, another high pitched whine escaping him.Â
âIâll be back soon.â You whispered before kissing his head once more, closing his gate as you tried to not let his whines make you sad.Â
Jungkook had extended his elbow out to you once more as you took it, sighing with a frown as you gave the pen one last look, âItâs only a day, heâll survive.âÂ
âI still donât know why we canât keep him in the castleâŚâ Your words trailed off at the sight ahead.Â
A silvery cloaked figured andâŚWheein, bundled up in a green cloak, cheeks rosy pink from the chill as you both paused, it hadnât been fair that you hadnât even gotten to see her since she had been trialed.Â
You had immediately left Jungkookâs side, âWheein!âÂ
Tears filling your eyes as she met you halfway, âY/n! Iâm so, so incredibly sorry!â She whispered out as you both embraced, tears of joy, tears of relief, you werenât sure, but seeing her in person, being able to tightly hug her.Â
It had all suddenly rushed in your mind, that what you had committed, why you had done it, it wasnât just for your own survival, but it was for the survival of someone else, your arms squeezed around her.Â
You broke away from her, grabbing her hands in our own as you both looked at one another, Wheein immediately noticing your tiredness, âAre you okay?â She whispered out.Â
âYou were nearly executed, I should be asking you that.â You frowned.Â
âBut youâŚâ Wheein couldnât bring herself to say the words, the silence loud as you looked away from her.Â
Your eyes dropped down to her own gloved hands before finally back at her, âYou are alive, and so am I. I will be okayâŚwith time.âÂ
âYou should be at home resting with your family Wheein.â Jungkook had decided to step into the conversation, words softly reprimanding.
âI couldnât stay away any longer, not after everything that has happened. I owe you both my life, and I wanted to give my thanks for all you have done for me. As well asâŚâ Wheein frowned disapprovingly as she turned to the cloaked figure.
Taehyung.Â
âIâve heard about the ill-spoken words.â Wheein stared him down as she let go of her hands, taking a few steps back as she gestured the man over.Â
Taehyung frowned, scratching his cheek as he shuffled in front of you, âWhat I accused you of PrincessâŚI cannot take back my words, but all I can do is ask for your forgiveness.âÂ
You gaped as he dropped to one knee, bowing his head, âI spoke without thinking and let my emotions get the better of me.âÂ
âTaehyungâŚâ You whispered softly, true his words had wounded you but you couldnât entirely blame him, you had no idea what would do if Jungkook was in such a similar situation, âWhile your words hurt, being upset like that is understandable. We were all afraid of what would happen, I would never hold it against you.â
âStand up Taehyung,â Jungkook spoke, his eyes not quite as kind as yours but it seemed he had a similar line of thought, âWhile your words were border treasonâŚâ He trailed off, glancing down at you briefly, âIf the love of my life was also on death's doors, thereâs no telling the hell I would raise.Â
âLove of your life?â Wheein squeaked out, clearly embarrassed at the comparison, but it made a soft smile tug on your lips.
Taehyung bowed at this, âI wonât speak out of line again. I still hope to one day serve as your hand Your Highness.âÂ
Jungkook snorted, âWeâll see about that. Now you need to escort Wheein back-â
âWith all do respect,â Wheein spoke up, a small shy smile on her face, âI would like to return from my leave early, I would like nothing more then to be back in service to the Princess once more.âÂ
Jungkook frowned disapprovingly but you had spoke before he did, âYou are always welcomed to return Wheein, your company would be a light that I need right now.â
Jungkook sighed, âVery well, then return to your quarters for the night,â He began walking, pulling you along with him, âAnd weâll see you in the morning.â
Snow fell quietly and you could hear the owls trill out, your heart feeling just a little more light, the road ahead would be only just as treacherous, but with Jungkook by your side, and the friends you had made.Â
You could only hope it would be enough.Â
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â capricorn ascendant people usually have the essence of handsomeness, people see them to be someone who can be relaxed and chill. and they're usually people who are a pleasant to be around and can carry a conversation, and since they're saturnian ruled, there's this easy demand of respect they have when they enter the room. so people can easily see them to be leaders.
â they could identify themselves to be people who are hard-working and ambitious. they're usually people who work towards a goal, and even it may sound arrogant, they are people who likely identify themselves as successful, or as people who have been worked by life. like they owe a debt they're unaware of.
â thus, the impression they make on other people is being an individual who are wise, and sometimes others could deem them to be a know-it-all, but it's likely because they've been through a lot in life, they usually have the answer to things other people ask for. the impression they make on other people is a sense of inspiration, what they've achieved whether it be big or small influences other people to become better versions of themselves.
â their personality involves them being people who are laid-back, but sometimes they could have the negative trait of being someone who can be too negative or cynical. if they're not people who are confident within themselves, they could have the bad habit of second-guessing themselves and creating a stall in their own life. capricorn ascendant personality does involve them having authority over other people as well, feeling like its their responsibility to guide others.
â with capricorn's planetary ruler being saturn, this means they're people who usually have harsh trials and tribulations, and because of this, much capricorn ascendant people that i've done research on, or have come across, are actually very depressed people. though most people don't see it because they mainly see the side to them that is accomplished. being ruled by saturn means that they're people who usually have karma follow them like a shadow, either is be good karma or bad. most of the times they have to be more careful about how they treat other people in life, because saturn would usually punish them.
â i remember when someone said almost all capricorn ascendant naives look like handsome squidward, and they were not lying, like at all. and this isnt to poke fun of their appearance, its just that they just look very handsome! most of their faces are sharp, and chiselled and very features are finely placed on their face. most capricorn ascendant people grow into their features, and they're literally the epitome of fine wine. most of the women look very frail, like ariana grande, but overall, most of them have lean bodies, and usually come off as tall.
â when it comes to their personal ambition, like their sister sign, cancer. capricorn ascendant people want to make a foundation for themselves. a legacy themselves [and the people they love, only if they want] can fall back on. capricorn ascendant people strive to be the best people, normally because they feel like they're punished by life if they're not. people with this ascendant sign natives usually look for wealth, or a prize, like the bright light at the end of the tunnel, they believe that they shouldnt go through all these life troubles for no reason, as they should.
â their strengths and weaknesses involve them being someone who is business minded, being someone who is productive and practical. and due to this, people could either feel comforted in their presence or intimidated because they come off as people who have high expectations. on the other hand, they can be people who are pessimistic, mean and depressive, if they're unaware with how their behaviour impacts other people, they could have the habit of bringing the mood down.
â capricorn ascendant people project their personalities to usually display themselves as the bigger person. being entrepreneurs and being people who usually know what they're doing, and sometimes this causes them to come off as a know it all, but majority of the time their behaviour doesnt come from malicious intent, sometimes they like to use themselves as a guide map for other people. they can sometimes give advice when no one is asking for it.
â as it comes to how they view the world, much capricorn ascendant view the world as a burden, as a continuous life lesson. as saturn/capricorn are one of the main commodities in astrology that governs over karma, usually they feel like they cannot catch a break, and this does lead them into depressive cycles. the type of people to think life is playing a sick joke on them.
â with how they view themselves? linking to the previous paragraph, much capricorn ascendant natives feel like they're life's punching bag, and because they've been through so much, they're usually individuals who give up on being angry and just move on with life. for example, ariana grande's no tear left to cry song. capricorn in the ascendant remind me of druids, most of the ones i have met have a laid back energy and are usually prone to thinking that they're not good enough.
â lastly, with the impact on others, they're the type to not realise how they impact other people. they inspire others to chase the career they want, like a capricorn actress could inspire other people to want to chase the film scene, another example is kylie jenner, another capricorn ascendant and she had many people copy her aesthetic, the same could be said for ariana grande. but this could be because of their aquarius in the second house.
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â ROTTENFOLK: AFTERMATH (m.)
PAIRING. jungkook/reader, taehyung/reader GENRE. faerie au, angst, smut WORDS. 10,234 RATING. explicit
SYNOPSIS. six years after escaping from the faerie realm, youâve done everything to hide yourself and your son from the high king. but you should have known he would never let you go so easily.
CONTENTS. boyfriend taehyung, faerie king jungkook, human reader, mother reader, father jungkook, kidnapping, manipulation, slight dubcon, riding, grinding, creampie, unprotected sex (stay safe!), rough sex, hair pulling, biting/marking, possessiveness, accidental exhibitionism/voyeurism, infidelity, multiple orgasms, hinted f/f, pregnancy, multiple smut scenes (!), overstimulation, fingering, dom jungkook.
NOTES. this is a sequel to rottenfolk. i highly suggest reading rottenfolk before reading this one. YâALL GOT ME MISSING THIS WORLD, so i gave in to my own desires and wrote this. iâll warn you all now: this is not a happy story.
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â rottenfolk. rottenfolk: aftermath.
Taehyungâs arms wrapped around you from behind and you giggled, leaning back into his chest. The smell of breakfast filled the kitchen and your boyfriendâs warm lips pressed chaste kisses against your neck.
âMissed you this morning,â he murmured.
You hummed and closed your eyes, losing yourself in the feeling of him. âI woke up early and decided to treat my lovely boys to breakfast today.â
Taehyung chuckled and pulled his mouth away from your neck, resting his cheek against yours instead. âYou know what Soobin told me last night?â
âWhatâd he tell you?â
âHe concocted such an imaginative story,â your boyfriend of three years started, a lightness to his voice that comforted you. âSaid he saw magical creatures in the forest by the park that knew his nameââ
Your eyes shot open and you tensed in Taehyungâs arms. âWhat?â
He continued without noticing your reaction. âYeah, he was telling me all about theseâactually kind of grotesque now that I think about itââ
You whirled around in his arms and faced him. âWhen did he tell you this exactly? Where?â
Taehyung cupped your face and smiled at you. âHey, hey, whatâs wrong? Donât worry, itâs just a story, he was probably watching YouTube or something and got the ideasââ
âTae,â you pressed. âIâm serious. Please answer me.â
He held up his hands in defense and nodded. âOkay, okay. He told me while we were walking home from the park yesterday. He was really excited about it and said the fairies told him theyâd see him again. Itâs nothing bad, sweetheart. Heâs just a five year old with an active imagination.â
You cursed under your breath. âWhy didnât you tell me last night?â
Taehyung shrugged and crossed his arms. âI donât know, it didnât seem like pressing information to share. And you were dead tired when you came home, so it must have slipped my mind.â As he watched you flutter around the kitchen nervously, he continued. âCan you tell me whatâs going on with you right now?â
You sighed and faced your boyfriend. âRemember when I told you about Soobinâs father?â
Taehyung pursed his lips. âYeah. You said heâs dangerous.â
âHe is,â you said. âI didnât think heâd find me, or even be interested in it, butâhe doesnât know about Soobin. And I planned to keep it that way.â
âOkay,â Taehyung replied slowly. âSo whatâs changed?â
âEverything,â you whimpered. âIf Soobin said that to you, it means his father knows about him. Itâs⌠his people,â you said carefully. âTheyâre the only ones who would tell Soobin that theyâre magical creatures andâif they know about my son, itâs only a matter of time before he knows, too.â
Taehyung rubbed his temples, making sure to keep his voice low. âSo, what do we do now?â
Before you could answer, the sound of padding footsteps through the house interrupted your conversation. âMama, good morning!â Soobinâs sleepy voice called out. He appeared from behind Taehyung, rubbing his tired eyes.
Scooping him up into your arms, you pressed kisses to his chubby cheek. He murmured half-heartedly and buried his little face into your neck. The tips of his growing horns pressed into your skin lightly. You smoothed down his dark hair and gave Taehyung a pleading look.
âMorning, little man,â your boyfriend said, patting your son on the back. âYou ready for breakfast?â
Soobin sat up in your arms, turning his small body to look at his surrogate father, who had been in majority of his life. âYes,â he mumbled, squirming until you set him down so he could grasp at Taehyungâs large hand. âGood morning.â
You watched Taehyung lead him over to the table, helping him scoot his chair closer to the table once he was seated. Hurrying, you brought over your boysâ plates and then went back for yours. Soobin and Taehyung waited for you to be seated to start eating.
âSâgood, Mama,â Soobin said around his food.
You smiled. âThank you, Binnie,â you replied. You almost had no appetite, the thoughts of Jungkook swirling in your head. You hated that your chest still ached, even with the years distancing you.
The day passed achingly slowly, every minute and every second feeling like an eternity; every sound and every shadow brought with it a wave of anxiety that you hadnât felt in a long time. You felt bad for not allowing Soobin to go with Taehyung to the store, ignoring his pouting with a heavy heart.
Finally, when it was time for bed, you tucked Soobin in with a kiss to his forehead. He looked up at you with his eyes that were so like his fatherâs, pupils slitted like a catâs, that you couldnât help the wave of fear that shot through you. But you knew Soobin wasnât like Jungkook, no matter how much he grew to resemble him in his looks with every day.
âBinnie,â you whispered, sitting at the edge of his bed while your hand stroked the strands of his dark hair. âI love you.â
He gave you a smile that was so soft, you hated yourself for seeing any part of Jungkook in him. âI love you more, Mama.â You chuckled, your worry easing a tiny bit. âI donât know why you were sad today, but tomorrow will be better!â
You blinked back the tears that you could feel prickling in your eyes. âI know it will be,â you answered him, leaning down to press another kiss to his forehead. âSweet dreams, baby.â
As you stood, you noticed Taehyung smiling at the scene from the doorway. âNight, little prince,â he said to your son. The word jabbed at your ribs and you felt like you couldnât breathe for a moment.
âThatâs a new nickname,â you managed to get out between your nerves.
Soobin giggled from his bed. âThe magical faeries called me that!â he said excitedly. âWouldnât it be so cool if I really was a prince, Mama?â
You turned to give him a strained smile. âIt would be so cool, Soobin.â
âSo cool,â he repeated, his voice trailing off as his eyes shut. âGânight, Tae.â
When you shut the door of his bedroom, you nearly collapsedâif it hadnât been for Taehyungâs arms wrapping around your waist, you would have dropped like a puppet with its strings cut.
âWhatâs wrong?â Taehyung whispered in panic as he held you up. You tried not to cry into his chest, finding comfort in his arms for a few agonizing seconds before you stood completely.
âNothing, justâIâm fine,â you lied. âWe should go to bed.â Taehyungâs lips pursed, not believing you for once second. âPlease,â you whimpered.
With a sigh, Taehyung nodded. âOkay, okay. Letâs go to bed.â
Once in your own room, Taehyungâs warm body against yours, you rolled over until you were on top of him. He gazed up at you with hooded eyes, his hands finding purchase on your hips.
âI thought you were tired,â he murmured.
âHow can I go to sleep when my man is laying there, looking that good?â you teased, wiggling yourself until you were slowly grinding against his clothed cock. He groaned and you could feel him hardening underneath you. With a shudder, you started grinding yourself against him harder, the friction delicious against your clit.
Taehyungâs hands slipped under your shirt and dragged it off your torso, your hips never stopping their movements against him. He sat up in the bed, his hips rocking up, and his mouth started sucking one of your nipples harshly. You pushed yourself off his lap for a few seconds to rapidly tug your pajama pants and underwear off, pulling Taehyungâs sweats and boxers halfway down his thighs as well. His cock was hard and red and you wrapped your hand around the length of it, pumping it quickly.
âYouâre so hot, you know that?â he groaned against your breast, flicking and twisting your other nipple with his fingers. You tried to keep your voice down as you mewled, pushing yourself flush against his body and guiding the head of his cock to your slit. You rubbed it against your slit a few times, the head bumping into your clit with every drag, before you started to lower yourself onto it.
âYouâre so big,â you panted into his ear, the burn of his cock stretching your walls making you clench tightly.
âNo matter how many times I fuck you, this pussy is always so tight for me,â he grunted, grabbing for your hips and removing his mouth from your chest. His fingers dug into your bare skin and you sank down completely, shivering and clenching his cock inside of you.
Taehyungâs fingers found your clit easily after years of learning your body and he started to rub as you ground your hips into his. Soon, he was thrusting up into you roughly, his fingers on your hips helping you move up and down to keep pace with him. You gripped his hair and tugged his mouth to yours, kissing him deeply, the slap of your skin against his filling the room along with your little noises.
You orgasmed quickly, your wound up body giving way to pleasure easily. As your walls spasmed around his snapping hips, Taehyung cursed under his breath and held you down on his cock as it twitched, spurts of hot come filling you up. He didnât stop grinding you against him while he rode out his own release, his fingers sliding down to play with your clit.
âTaehyung,â you whined, âI canâtââ
âYes, you can,â he mumbled against your shoulder, his eyes shut while he savored the feeling.
You couldnât help your bucking hips, chasing the feeling of his fingers pressed against your clit. You blinked your bleary eyes open and glanced toward the window, meeting cat-like eyes that startled you into a second orgasm while the head of Taehyungâs spilling cock continued to rub against your g-spot.
You had to bite down on your bottom lip to stop the shout that tried to tear itself out of your throatâa mix of fear and pleasure.
Rocking your hips against Taehyungâs softening cock inside of you, you wrapped your arms around him and kept his head buried in your chest as he pressed kisses to the tops of your breasts. Your eyes never left the ones staring back at you.
Jungkook watched you with heat in his gaze, even though the rest of his face seemed as through he were bored and uninterested.
The shockwaves ran through your body, igniting every nerve in your limbs while your boyfriendâs cock slipped out of you, his come following. Your breaths started to quicken when Jungkookâs form left your window, and for a second you thought you might have imagined it. For a second, you let yourself breathe.
Then you realized he had moved toward Soobinâs window, on the other side of the hallway.
With a small yelp, your throat closed up and you couldnât breathe. Taehyung lifted his head, startled at your sudden sound, and you ripped yourself away from him, not even bothering to clean the mess dripping between your thighs as you hurriedly dressed yourself, moving at a speed you had never moved before.
âBabe, whatâs wrong?â Taehyung asked, tucking himself back into his pajamas and shifting off the bed.
You didnât have time to answer him, messily dressed now. Rushing to the bedroom door, you yanked it open and sprinted to your sonâs bedroom, heart pounding and blood rushing through your ears.
You threw open Soobinâs door and for a second, time seemed to stop.
The window was open and Soobin was in front of it, Jungkook leaning against the windowsill from outside. Your son turned to look at you, surprise etched into his features, and Jungkookâs eyes found yours for a second time that night. Beside each other, the two looked so alike that you wondered how you had deluded yourself into believing they would never know.
âSweetmeat,â Jungkookâs voice drawled, your body shuddering on instinct alone. You couldnât stop shaking, rooted to the spot as his hand settled on top of Soobinâs head. âItâs been a while, I see.â
âMama!â Soobin cried out, a smile pulling his lips up. âYou know faeries? Why didnât you tell me?â
âJungkook,â you choked out, taking a step into the room as Taehyungâs footsteps sounded behind you. You couldnât hear what he was saying, every atom in your body completely focused on the father of your child. âGet away from him.â
The faerie king hummed and he moved his hand down to Soobinâs shoulder. âI will not.â Those eyes that were the same as Soobinâs darted down to the young boy before darting up to yours again. âAll these years, youâve kept him a secret from me.â
Taehyung was behind you now, his voice shouting something at Jungkook, but all you could hear was the pounding of your heart and the sweet voice that came from the faerie. You were already inside the bedroom, Taehyung right outside the doorway behind you.
âClose the door, ____,â Jungkook said softly.
Your body moved on its own, shutting the door before Taehyung could force his way in.
âNow lock it.â
You locked it.
Taehyungâs panicked voice and slamming hands against the door barely registered in your head as you turned to face Jungkook.
âJungkook, please,â you whispered, tears pricking at your eyes. You took a few steps forward, stopping only when you saw his fingers tighten around Soobinâs shoulder. âPlease. Heâs my sonââ
âAnd mine,â he interrupted harshly. Jungkookâs eyes narrowed when your breath hitched, Soobinâs wide and curious eyes turning toward him once again.
âYouâre my dad?â he asked quietly.
Jungkookâs eyes seemed to soften for a moment. You thought it must be a trick of the moonlight. âI am,â he told Soobin. âAnd Iâve come to bring you to your real home, where you belong.â
âMama can come, too, right?â he asked, glancing at you before looking at his father.
âOf course,â he said easily. âShe is mine, after all, until she draws her last breath and an eternity after.â
He tilted his head and then beckoned you over. You dropped to your knees, wrapping your arms around Soobin and yanking him away from the High King.
âPlease, Jungkook,â you whimpered. âPlease, leave us here. Leave us alone.â
Jungkookâs eyes hardened and his hand shot out like a bolt of lightning, fingers wrapping around the collar of your shirt and dragging you toward the window roughly. Soobinâs small hands dug into your shirt and you heard him make a distressed noise where you had tucked him close.
âDo you forget yourself, human?â he growled, voice dangerously low. You could feel the anger simmering under the surface, unlike anything you had seen from him years agoâhe had always been indifferent to you, never angry. You supposed it was only natural after finding out you had kept Soobin a secret, no matter how unnatural Jungkook was. âAnswer me.â
âNo,â you said shakily. âI am yours.â
âYou will be returning with me to the Faerie Realm,â he snarled. âIf only because my son has wished for it. You belong to me, sweetmeat. You are mine to do with as I please.â
âYes,â you replied quietly, never looking away from his slitted eyes. âI am yours to do with as you please, my king.â
âNow get up and come.â
You did as he asked, rising to your feet and releasing Soobin from your grip, though he kept his hold of your shirt as he looked between the two of you. You couldnât stop your body from removing his hands from you, even as your hands shook and your breath caught when he begged you not to. Your fingers didnât even twitch when Jungkook lifted him out of the window and kept him on his hip. You followed immediately after, surprised when Jungkook grabbed a hold of your upper arm and maneuvered you on the branches so that you didnât fall over as the three of you descended to the grass.
Jungkook kept a tight hold on Soobinâs hand as he led you two away from your home. He didnât need to keep any kind of grip on youâhe knew you would follow him, unable to refute his orders, especially not when he was leading your child away with him.
You didnât look back at the house once.
The sounds and smells of the Faerie realm was something you hadn't realized you had missed so much. Nostalgia for the years you had spent among these fair folk blossomed in your chest, flowering through your skin until you could feel the tingle in your fingertips.
The faeries through the forest watched the three of you with wonderous eyes, all colors and shapes, the whispers like the sound of bees buzzing through the night air. When you looked at your son, his eyes were taking in everything around him with delight and curiosity.
Soon enough, you were walking up toward the palace that you had known so well before, familiarity settling in your bones as you took the trek.
"Soobin," Jungkook said softlyâyou didn't think that the High King could ever sound so soft while speaking. "Do you want to see your room?"
"Jungkook," you called, taking a few steps toward them so that you were right behind your husband and the faerie king.
His cat-like eyes cut to you, not nearly as soft as they were when looking at your son, and you hesitated to reach out to touch him. Your brain was screaming at you that any move you made would be a terrible idea.
"You'll wait your turn, sweetmeat," he said to you with a smile that could carve through flesh. "Though I thought you would remember where your place is here."
"Of course," you replied quickly, simmering down so as to not scare Soobin with your own fear.
"Mama," your son said excitedly, his small hand still gripping Jungkook's. "This place is so cool! Why didn't you tell me you knew faeries?" he questioned.
Looking at him now, your heart ached for the way you, too, had once looked on in amazement and only excitement in this realm. What would this place, with its cunning smiles and sweet dangers, do to him and his precious, innocent smile?
"I'm sorry, baby," you cooed, dropping to your knees on the ground in front of you and cupping his face in your hands. You brushed his dark hair back, fingers trying not to bump onto his little hornsâthey had always been sensitive to the touch. "The faeries have just been so busy, I haven't seen them in so long and forgot to tell you about them."
"Can I play with them?" he asked.
"Noâ"
"Of courseâ"
You and Jungkook cut yourselves off, meeting eyes as Soobin looked between the two of you. You could almost see the thoughts swimming around in Jungkook's head, as if deciding what to say. You were too afraid to make a sound, furrowing your brows a bit and hoping that he would have some sense to how your child had been raised so far.
"Why don't your mother and I discuss that and let you know tomorrow, okay?" he eventually said, smiling sweetly at your sonâhis son. Soobin nodded ecstatically, throwing his arms around you for a tight hug. You squeezed him close to you, kissing the top of his head. "Now say goodnight and I'll show you to your room."
"Goodnight, Mama!" Soobin exclaimed, letting go of you quickly and slipping his tiny hand back into his father's. How were you going to explain everything to him?
Jungkook paused to look back at you as you were getting up from your knees. "I trust that you remember where your chambers are?" he inquired, a small smirk playing at the corners of his lips.
Your cheeks flushed with heat and you willed them to go back to their normal color, not wanting to look embarrassed in front of your son. "Yes," you eventually choked out, ignoring the quiet chuckle that Jungkook let out, leading your son down the hall and towards whatever room he had assigned for him.
Sighing, you turned to the other side of the hall, ashamed that your feet did remember the way to Jungkook's chambers, where you always slept, ready to embrace him into you night after night. And you hated that your groin tingled at the memories, the release from earlier still sticky against your skin, even as it dried.
"Sweetmeat," Jungkook cooed as he came into his chambers, a devilish smile playing at his lips.
Your cheeks flushed as you sat on the bed, ashamed at your own body for reacting to his voice like this. The memories flooded your brain, every muscle in your body thrumming as you expected his touch.
"Well," he said, now standing in front of you and his hips sliding between your knees. "I see you have become forgetful in your time away," he murmured, his fingertips brushing your cheek and then tucking your hair behind your ear. "Usually you would await me with nothing on that smooth skin of yours."
You cleared your throat awkwardly as you looked up at him, your legs automatically spreading wider to make room for him to stand between them. You bit your bottom lip and couldn't stop yourself from leaning into his palm, his skin warm and so familiar to you.
"I can't," you whispered, shutting your eyes so you wouldn't see the look on his face.
To your surprise, he leaned down so that his nose brushed yours. Against your better judgement, you let your eyes flutter open and you met his slitted eyes, soft as they looked at you. There was no rage or wrath.
"Why can't you, sweetmeat?" he whispered back, every word making his lips brush against yours lightly with how close he was. You took in a shaky breath, leaning back on your hands to try to put distance between the two of you. "Don't you want me to have you?"
"Yes," you replied on instinct, screwing your eyes shut as his body pressed against yours. "But Taehyungâ"
Jungkook's thumb pressed against your bottom lip, stopping you. Your eyes opened again, watching how his were trained on your mouth. "No need to worry about that human," he told you. "You were always mine first." Before you could object, he leaned in and pressed a chaste kiss to your lipsâyou never thought you would receive a simple peck from the High King, whose touch had always been so rough and ragged on you.
"Iâ" You breathed against his mouth, leaning in for more of his kisses. He stayed just out of reach and it felt like a punishment. "I want you," you whimpered, letting one of your hands come up to cup his cheek. You met his eyes shyly, a spark traveling through your abdomen at the dark way he looked at you, like he wished to devour you. "I want you," you repeated.
"You'll never be anyone else's," he said to you as he crawled over your body, gently pushing you back onto the lush mattress. Your heart was pounding in your chest as he tugged your baggy shirt over your torso, revealing your bare breasts to his gaze. "I simply allowed that mortal to loan you," he growled, leaning down to nip at your hard nipple.
"Yes," you sighed, your fingers digging into his dark hair. "I'm only yours." His mouth enveloped the tip of your breast, biting down around the areola and making you hiss from a mix of pain and pleasure. "I belong to you."
Jungkook pulled your sweats down your legs, lifting his head from your chest for only long enough to remove them completely and undress himself as well. Your eyes marveled at his body, not realizing how much you'd missed looking at it. Of course, you couldn't help but let your eyes trail down to his cock, which was already hard and you could feel the tingling between your legs.
His smirk widened as he grabbed your thighs, yanking you towards him until the underside of his cock was pressing against you. A quiet whimper fell from your lips.
"You don't need to be loosened, do you?" he asked sweetly, though you could hear the tinge of mocking in his tone. You'd heard it so often, right here on this very bed, that you could detect anything in Jungkook's voice.
Your cheeks were hot. "No," you whispered, shaking your head. "But I should clean firâ"
"No," he replied, rocking his hips toward you playfully. "I'll fuck you right now."
You wanted to protest, still dripping with Taehyung's cum. A pang of guilt throbbed in your chest, but the ache of desire drowned it out quickly. Your breath caught in your throat as he slowly pushed the length of his cock inside of you, a groan leaving his lips when he bottomed out.
"How are you still this tight?" he asked you, almost incredulous. "Just fucked and still this tight around my cock?"
Clenching around him, your eyes rolled back as he pulled out only a few centimeters before pushing back inside slowly. "I can't help it," you whined, spreading your thighs further apart until your knees were about to touch the silky bedcovers. "You make me this way."
When you met Jungkook's eyes, they were dark and hungry. "You're so wet," he told you, his fingers finding the flesh of your hips and digging into your skin. "I'm going to replace all this cum inside of you with my own."
Before you had a chance to say anything, or even start to feel a shred of shame, he pulled out almost all the way and then shoved himself inside of you, starting a brutal and quick pace. The bed was already shaking with the force of his movements, and your hand darted to your mouth for something to bite down onto.
As he thrusted into you, the lewd sounds echoing in the bedchamber and cum dripping past his cock and down your skin onto the bed, all your thoughts melted away. You had missed him. You'd missed everything about himâyour body had missed him. Logically, you knew that this was wrong, that you had finally managed to find peace with the family you had createdâbut nowâ
"Jungkook," you moaned, releasing your hand from the bite of your teeth, and slid it onto his shoulder. "I need youâ"
"Of course you do, sweetmeat," he cooed, though you could feel the shiver that went through his body. "You belong to me."
You wrapped your legs around his hips, pulling him even closer to your body. One of his hands moved up from your hip, his palm dragging lightly against your bare skin, cupping your breast and squeezing it in his hands. You whimpered and he pinched your nipple between his fingers, almost too painfully, but you liked itâmaybe a little too much.
When his hand moved higher up your body to your neck, squeezing it gently while he shoved himself deeper and deeper into you with every thrust of his hips, you couldn't help the wanton moan that ripped its way out of your throat. Your legs tightened around him, trying to hold him inside of you forever while you twitched and squirmed, your orgasm building quickly and intensely.
"That's it, sweet thing," he purred, pushing his cock in as deep as it would go, using his other hand to push your thigh up so he could shove it in further while you came, clenching around him sporadically. "Did your human make you feel this good?"
"No," you croaked, seeing stars. "No one has ever made me feel this good." And you weren't lying, even though the guilt had started to eat its way through the pleasure in your abdomen.
Jungkook hummed and then started up his agonizing pace once more, making your body squirm and your toes curl.
"I can't," you begged, hands lowering to the bedsheets and clawing them in your fingers. "It hurtsâ"
"You can," he replied smoothly, and the head of his cock brushed the sensitive spot inside of you. You clenched hard, a cry falling from your mouth. "You will, human."
He pulled his cock out of you and when you looked down, it was wet with a mix of your slick and the cum that had still been inside of you. You didn't have the energy to feel embarrassed, though your cheeks did flush a little hotter than before. In one fluid movement, Jungkook turned you onto your stomach, his hands finding purchase on your hips and pulling them up so that your ass was in the air and your face was pressed against the bed.
You felt the slide of his cock back into you, eyes rolling back and fingers gripping the sheets. As it filled you, the squelch of it entering you again filling the room, Jungkook fisted your hair in his hand and pulled your head up.
Your body was still reeling from your orgasmâthe second one that nightâso you could do nothing but let him hold you in place there, a little moan coming out of your throat with every harsh thrust.
"That's a good girl," he groaned, his cock twitching inside of you while his thrusts started to slow down. "You always did take my cock so well for a human."
"Yes," you whispered, feeling a little bit of your spit on the corner of your lip. "It's all for you."
Jungkook moaned, shoving your head back down onto the bed, fingers still tightly gripping your hair. The slight pain from his hold mixed well with the pleasure of him rubbing against that spot inside of you over and over until you could barely take it.
"It's like you were molded for me," he said roughly, his body towering over yours as he tried to bury himself inside of you as far as he could go.
"I was," you said in a broken whimper, and you felt the twitch of his cock, followed by a spurt of his release, hot inside of you and filling you completely.
He rolled his hips a few times, and while still inside of you, his hand released your hair and curled around your torso, fingers finding your clit immediately. Your eyes widened for a second, the feeling of his fingers moving against your clit mixing between pleasure and pain. While his seed slipped past his cock and down your thighs, the feelings all crashed into you at onceâguilt, pleasure, pain, shame, tinglingâand you couldn't help but buck your hips against his hand and orgasm a second time.
When you were done, seeing stars behind your eyelids, he finally pulled out of you, letting his seed spill out of you and allowing your body to fall completely against the cool bed.
Turning to face him as he laid next to you, you couldn't even muster up a smile. Even with sweat on his face, his dark hair clinging to his skin, he still looked beautiful and ethereal.
Jungkook's eyes met yours and you couldn't stop your panting, your body completely spentâyou couldn't even bring yourself to care about the mix of your slick and his seed still dripping out of you and onto the bed.
"Are you spent, sweetmeat?" he asked, a smirk starting to play at his lips.
You sighed and nodded, eyes still focused on his. "Yes," you replied slowly. "It's been... A long time," you settled on, not sure how to navigate your absence, even if he had originally allowed it.
"Well," he said gleefully. "You will get used to it again, soon."
It was then that you realized you couldn't see his other hand. When you let your eyes follow his arm down to his hand, you realized it was stroking his still hard cock, your slick and his come mixing all over it. Your cheeks flushed and your eyes widenedâthough, you could already feel the heat of desire in your belly and the tingling between your thighs as you clenched and unclenched around nothing.
"We are going to have so much fun, sweetmeat," Jungkook snickered, rolling over towards you to lick into your mouth.
The music and feasting was something you had missed, watching all the faeries let loose and be themselves, as grotesque as that might look to your human eyes. Jungkook had seated you at the table, taking Soobin away to introduce him to others and show him around a bit.
You were dressed in a gown made of silk, the neckline dipping almost halfway down your chest, but still covering your breasts from viewâJungkook could be possessive when he wished.
The faeries had given you looks, some with curiosity and some with suspicionâothers even with pity, if you weren't completely delusional. Your eyes stayed trained on your son, who was learning how to play a game from the other young faeries around him.
"He belongs here," Jungkook whispered in your ear, spooking you for a moment. You looked up at him as he grinned at Soobin, watching him still as he took his seat beside you at the table, his hand patting your thigh before resting on the arm of his chair.
"I didn't think he'd fit in so well," you admitted, unable to stop the smile on your lips and the softness in your voice when Soobin laughed, holding hands with a young faerie who was dripping sap from their limbs.
Jungkook hummed and lightly tapped your chin with his fingers, turning your face to look at him. "Eat," he said flatly. "You belong here, too."
You swallowed nervously. Your eyes darted down to your plate, full of deliciously smelling food, the aroma calling to you. "Jungkook," you whispered, looking back at him.
His fingertips were so soft against your skin that their presence there could've been a hallucinationâbut you could feel a razor sharp tingle where they touched you, a subtle threat in the gentleness.
"Jungkook, when will we be able to go home?" you asked quietly,
Though his face hadn't changed, you could feel the tension settling in between your bodies. He hummed and let his fingers drag down from your chin to your neck, and then further down to your collarbones. You shivered, letting your eyes flutter shut while they continued their way down between your neckline, every touch of his igniting the nerves in your body.
His hand shot up and gripped your throat, startling your eyes into opening. He didn't tighten his hold, simply keeping a slight pressure on your neck. Jungkook's expression was wickedâand cruel.
"This is your home," he cooed, though nothing about his tone was soft. He leaned in closer, bringing you closer in as well with his hand around your throat. Your breath caught and he brushed his nose against yours lightly, eyes never wavering from yours. "I thought I did well to remind you of that earlier, sweetmeat."
Heat flooded your cheeks, traveling down your chest and between your thighs. You clasped them together instinctively and shuddered when you saw Jungkook's gaze glance down towards your legs.
"Should I remind you here, sweetmeat?" he continued, snickering at the way you were going pliant in his grasp. "Shall I show my court who you belong to?"
You wanted to say yesâeverything in your body was craving him already, wanting every bit of him all over you. And to have every faerie in his court watch as he took youâover and over againâyou could barely resist the temptation.
But you couldn't give in right now.
"I want you to," you whimpered, shutting your eyes again as he leaned in closer, licking your lips lewdly. He bit your bottom lip and you gasped, allowing him to press closer, kissing you lazily. His hands released your throat and moved back to the nape of your neck, holding you in place while he kissed you.
"Ew!" a voice exclaimed, a voice that was too familiarâand the entire reason you were planning to refuse his tempting offer.
You tore yourself away from Jungkook, who looked puzzled. "Binnie!" you breathed, shifting in your seat. "What's up, honey?"
Jungkook's hand stayed firmly in its place at the back of your neck, hot and heavy.
"Mama, what are you doing?" your son asked, crinkling his nose up in disgust.
"Your dad and I, we justâwe just missed each other, that's all," you explained quickly. "Sometimes adults do that when they really love each other!"
Soobin frowned, tilting his head to the side. Before he could ask anymore questions, Jungkook smiled down at him. "Why don't you go to bed, Soobin?" he said, though you could see even your son, at such a young age, instinctively knew to heed his king's command.
An older faerie, one whose hair looked like sea moss trailing all the way down to its feet, arrived quickly and started to pull Soobin and the other young faerie with him away from the table.
"Wait!" he cried out, rushing over to your side.
You quickly enveloped him in your arms, raising him up to your lap. "What's wrong?" you asked, cupping his cheeks in your palms.
"You didn't give me a goodnight kiss," he pouted, wrapping his small arms around you for a hug.
"Aw, my baby Binnie," you cooed, kissing the top of his head. "Mama loves you so much." He looked up at you, his pouting lips still the same, and you kissed his cheek three times.
"I love you, too, Mama," he replied, leaning up to give your cheek a kiss as well. He looked over to Jungkook. "Can I give Dad a kiss, too?"
You hesitated, looking over at the High King, whose face was unreadable. Then, he opened his arms up in a welcoming gestureâSoobin hurriedly climbed down from your lap and rushed to his father, who gave him a peck on the cheek and ruffled his matching dark hair.
Once your son was bounding away, happily chatting with the faeries surrounding him, you sighed and turned to look at the High King, who you found already watching you.
"This is his home," Jungkook repeated harshly. You pursed your lips, hating yourself for the butterflies in your stomach when you knew Taehyung was waiting for you in the human realm. "Soobin belongs here." You didn't want to admit it, though you knew both of you knew perfectly well that he did fit in hereâespecially once his horns fully grew in atop his head. "Our other children will belong here, too."
Your cheeks flushed and your eyes widened, taken aback at his words. His face was unreadable, even after spending so much of your time with him. "Other children?" you gasped.
"Yes," he said easily, turning away from you and looking over the dancing and partying faeries. "I need many heirs."
A faerie took his attention before you could formulate any words in response to his statement, but you couldn't stop the pounding of your heart in your chest and the quick soar of elation that filled your head with dangerous thoughtsâthoughts of the two of you together for the eternity you had promised to him, of you as his bride, of belonging to this world eternally.
You didn't see Jungkook for the rest of the night, but that didn't stop your imagination from running wild with the possibilities of your future together.
The nights passed in a blur of music, little adventures with Soobin, and reliving your memories from years ago. You couldn't help but lose yourself in this world, fully immersed in the customs and life of Faerieâespecially now that you were anticipating your new familial life with Jungkook, as he'd implied.
The door shut behind him quickly and you were already slipping the straps of your dress off of your shoulders, the glitter from the fabric sticking to your skin. It fell to the ground softly and Jungkook's hands were already running down your arms, his body right behind yours.
You turned your face sideways to glance back at him, heat already pooling in your lower abdomen at his touch.
"Lie to me, sweetmeat," he whispered, dropping his head to press kisses to your shoulder, nipping at the flesh with his teeth.
You shuddered as his clothed body pressed into your bare one from behind, the tickle of the fabric causing goosebumps to raise on your skin.
"I want to go home," you murmured, your body molding against his as he walked you forward, bending you over onto the mattress. He undid his pants, letting them fall to the ground, and slid his hard cock against your ass.
You whined and pushed back against him, not even embarrassed at how slick you already were. You were already clenching around nothing in anticipation.
"How badly do you want me?" he asked, keeping one palm spread on your back to hold you down. His foot kicked your legs further apart to open you up completely to him. "Do you crave me?"
You moaned as the head of his cock pushed into your folds lightly but pulled away before giving you what you wanted. "Yes," you said. "I've never stopped wanting you."
Jungkook finallyâfinallyâpushed his cock into you, sliding all the way in easily. He said nothing for a while, simply groaning and thrusting in and out of you, filling the room with the lewd sounds of skin against skin. You were gripping fistfuls of the sheets, even biting down on them when his pace became unforgiving.
"How often did you picture me when that human was buried inside of you?" he asked, and you could hear the large grin in his voice. You didn't answer, heat flooding into your cheeks. "Were you hoping it was my cock inside of you, filling you with my seed?" You moaned in response, clenching tight around him as he picked up his pace even faster, almost slamming his cock into you over and over. "Answer me," he growled, his fingers finding your hair and pulling your head up from where it was flush against the bed.
"Yes," you admitted, your voice shaking. "I wanted you to be the one fucking meâ"
Jungkook's door opened and you flinched, though his grip on you didn't loosen and his movements only slowed, never stopping.
A woman came into view, though your eyesight was blurred and you had to focus them to see what she looked like.
"Ah, Wife," Jungkook purred, slowly pushing his cock into you so you could feel every centimeter.
"Husband," she replied easily, barely glancing at you.
You clenched around him from your shock, your little breathy sounds fading into the background. You couldn't stop your body from pushing back into him, wanton for him.
"What is it?" he asked, his hips still pounding into you from behind. You were staring at the woman, unable to take your eyes off of her as you took in her beauty. Her hair was a light blue, the very tips turning white and ending near her hips. There was a small golden crown wrapped around head, weaving through her hair like vines. Her ears were long and pointedâlonger than Jungkook's ears.
"I see you returned your pet," she said instead, blankly looking over your form. You felt like you were being shown at an auction, but you couldn't muster up any feelings of shame, still used to the way the High King would keep you exposed to anyone who opened his doorâeven his apparent wife.
"I have," he returned gleefully, snickering. His cock slipped out of you with a lewd sound and his hands gripped your body, forcefully turning you over from your bent position so that you were laying flat on your back on the bed. You let out a small sound at the shift, but his cock was already burying itself inside of you again, brushing against your g-spot and making you moan loudly instead. "Isn't she exquisite?"
"She's very loud," his wife said plainly. "I can see the appeal."
Jungkook rocked his hips into you at a slow pace, one of his hands moving up to your breast and kneading it, pinching your nipple hard as you cried out, clenching and unclenching repeatedly.
"They require you in the meeting hall tomorrow morning," his wife continued. Jungkook merely hummed, his eyes completely focused on his cock disappearing into you over and over slowly. "Do not forget to attend."
"You should really try a human woman," Jungkook redirected, biting his lip and hissing as his bottomed-out cock twitched inside of you. You whimpered, unable to help the flush of arousal at the thought of her joining, memories of the others flooding your head for a few moments. You wrapped your legs around Jungkook's hips, pulling him tighter against you as he chuckled.
"I have humans," she replied, eyes running up and down your sweaty body and stopping for a few seconds too long on your breasts. "I find myself more inclined for the men of the species."
"Your loss," he grunted, grabbing your hips and yanking you harder towards him, picking up his brutal pace again and filling the air with the sounds of your skin slapping together. "Close the door."
You watched her nod her head towards him slightly before she retreated, pulling the door shut behind her. You could feel the orgasm building inside of you as he continued his movements, all your thoughts and words scrambled in your head.
"That's it, sweetmeat," he cooed, hissing as he rushed his pace. "Come all over me."
You moaned loudly at his command and felt complied to respond with your body, the pleasure tightening in your belly first as your orgasm hit you like a wave, shockwaves throbbing through your body as he continued to thrust into you through it.
"Jungkook," you panted, tightening your legs around his hips and fisting the sheets in your fingers as you winced. "It hurtsâ"
"Take it, human," he said blankly, his eyes focused on yours intently. You bit your bottom lip and shivered, trying to move your hips along to his bruising pace. "You're so good for me," he purred, leaning down as he stilled inside of you so that he could lick into your mouth lewdly. You could feel his cock twitch before he came, spurting his seed deep inside of you.
"Jungkook," you whimpered, arching your back, arousal swirling in your belly at the feeling of him releasing.
He shushed you as he rode out his orgasm, keeping himself flush against you even as he began to soften and his come started to slip out of you and down your thighs to the bed. As you kissed him back, licking back into his mouth and running your fingers through his dark hair and touching his horns lightly, causing him to growl against your lips, you couldn't help but remember the faerie that had stopped by.
"You're married," you whispered against his lips.
He pulled back just enough to look at you and a razor sharp smile was present on his mouth. "Yes," he said. "The High King must be wed for the future of Faerie." When you didn't say anything, pondering his words to you earlier, he continued as his finger began to trace your cheek. "Did you think I would marry you, sweetmeat?"
Your cheeks flushed. "No."
Jungkook laughed loudly and then pressed a harsh kiss to your pouting lips. "Humans are so fascinating when they lie," he finished, and you could feel him getting hard again inside of you. You squirmed underneath him as he kept you pinned down, a gleeful glint in his eyes as he watched you.
"Again, Jungkook?" you whined, though you were already clenching around him and rocking your hips up into him, your body begging him to start moving again.
He hummed and grinded against you slowly, enjoying the sounds your sticky bodies made with every movement. His hand came to grip your face and he held you still, pulling his cock out halfway and then sliding back in slowly. "I will keep you here, bred and ready for me for eternity," he said roughly, the head of his cock brushing against your g-spot again and making you mewl. He took the opportunity to lick into your open mouth.
When he released you, you sighed against his lips and pressed your thighs against the bed to allow him in deeper. "For eternity," you promised.
Jungkook's hips bucked into you and started another brutal pace, filling the room with your moans for the rest of the night.
"Soobin!" you called, running your hand down your belly bump and feeling the fabric of your dress, like silk, cool against your palm. Each of your fingers was adorned in rings, some metal and some vine. "Bring your brother and sister from the trees."
Your oldest son rolled his eyes, his horns curled backwards and ears almost as long as Jungkook's. He was taller than you now, his growth spurt hitting him years prior, and you couldn't help but smile at him sweetly as you made your way to the long table. Jungkook was seated at the head of the table, your family feasting inside the castle on a rare occasion. His wife was seated to his right and you made your way to his left, huffing as you struggled to sit comfortably.
Jungkook's smile to you was as sweet as it could be. "They should be content to play," he started, but you tutted at him and leaned back in the chair.
"I want them to have some connection to human manners," you replied easily, already used to having the same conversation every time you ate inside.
"I think it's good for them," Hana said, interjecting for once into the conversation.
You nodded your head at her, gesturing. "See?"
Jungkook sighed, rolling his eyes and crossing his arms across his chest. "Yes, yes, go ahead and gang up on me."
"Daddy!" your daughter called out loudly, the rushed footsteps of her and her siblings filling the hall as they ran over to the table. Jungkook immediately opened his arms and let her jump into his lap, running his hand down her long dark hair. "Minnie hit me!"
Jungkook hummed, looking over at his two sons as they took their seats beside you, Soobin first. "And what did you do back?"
Ha Yoon smiled wickedly. "I bit him."
Jungkook and Hana laughed. He let her down from his lap, patting the top of her head. She bounced over to you, pulling on the tips of your hair the same way she used to as a baby. You lowered your head as much as you could and then winced when she nipped at your cheek with her sharp teeth. She giggled when you returned it with a kiss to her head and then rushed over to sit beside her brother.
"Soobin," Jungkook started as the servants, a mix of faeries and humans alike, began to place the food on the table and into your plates. "Have you thought about Hana's proposition?"
Soobin perked up, though your body tensed. Jungkook's eyes cut to you for a brief second, noticing your reaction, before he returned his gaze to your son.
"Yes," he replied, his voice much deeper than it had been when you'd returned to Faerie. "I'd like to go."
You bit the inside of your cheek and shoveled a spoonful of food into your mouth, now used to the wonderfully rich tastes this world had to offer you.
"Wonderful!" Jungkook said, smiling widely. "The carriages leave tomorrow for the Court. You'll go with them."
"My brother will teach you well," Hana said, smiling at Soobin sweetly. She had been like a second mother to him all these years, so you understood that your anxiety was rooted in nothing but jealousy and a wish to keep your children near you. "Oh, and Jungkook," she continued, turning her attention to her husband while you fussed over Soobin and Minhyuk.
"Yes, Wife?" he hummed, making a face at his daughter, who looked the most like him out of the three children.
"I'm pregnant," she giggled.
Jungkook's ears twitched and he turned to her quickly, all sounds quieting in the hall. "You are?"
"Yes."
"That's wonderful, Wife," he said smoothly, reaching over and holding her hand in his. You eyed their intertwined fingers and rings with a rush of jealousy, but the anxiety in your chest worsened. "Faerie will be full of my children's laughter."
They looked over at you expectantly. "Congratulations, Hana," you gulped, smiling as wide as you could to mask your fears.
She smiled tightly back at you, her eyes darting down to your own pregnant belly. "Thank you," she said.
Jungkook reached over and took your hand in his so that he was holding both of your hands. "We will celebrate and have a feast tomorrow with the courts," he said. He squeezed your hand and then released Hana's first, using his now free hand to pat your arm before he let go.
"So we're going to have another brother?" Minhyuk asked, speaking for the first time since he sat down. Your middle son was rather quiet and looked more like you than his father, though you didn't think Jungkook minded. He spoiled them all the same.
"Or sister," Hana told him, her face back to the usual stoic expression that everyone was familiar with.
"And it'll be two of them," you told him. Minhyuk tilted his head and then went back to his food, shoveling it in ravenously.
"And there will still be time for more," Jungkook said wickedly. "From both of you." His foot bumped into yours and you looked up at him through your lashes, arousal swirling between your legs when he winked at you and reached over to rest his hand on your thigh. Hana gasped and you looked over to her, watching how her cheeks flushed pink and you could see that Jungkook's other hand was below the table in her direction as well.
He released both of you again and continued his food, the children chatting with each other and him, mostly, excited to have their father's attention since most of his morning and afternoon had been spent in his office and among his advisors.
Once the children were done with their food, they excused themselves from the table and went to go continue playing. Soobin decided to go off on his own from his siblings, but you still had no idea where he went on nights like these; Jungkook always quelled your worries, telling you that he was at that age now where he should be left alone when he needed to be, instead of fretted over.
Jungkook gestured for you with his hands and you rose from your chair, moving over to stand in front of him. He placed his hands on your belly, eyes devouring you in a way that made you want to push your thighs together for relief. He smirked.
"Have they told you what it is yet?" he asked.
"No," you replied quietly, glancing over at Hana. "They say it'll be another boy."
"Faeries and their theories," he sighed, though his tone was fond. "We'll be visiting the Unseelie Court in a few days," he continued.
"Me as well?" you asked, confused. Usually him and his wife went, but you stayed here.
"Yes," he said. "Hana will be going with Soobin. You will come with me."
You bit your lip as his hands started to travel down your dress, using his fingers to pull the fabric up higher and higher, pulling you closer to his lap as he did so. Even after all these years, he was still insatiable.
"I will go prepare and find Soobin," she interrupted, standing up and dragging your attention away from Jungkook.
He stopped her for a brief second, though his hands continued their work until your dress was lifted enough for him to slide his fingers along your unclothed folds, gathering the slick of your arousal on them before he pushed two inside at once, making you whimper as you leaned back on the table.
"Be ready for me tonight, Wife," he told her. She nodded her head.
Then she took a few steps forward, leaning down and pressing her lips to yours. You gasped into her mouth, letting her tongue press against yours as Jungkook snickered from below you, continuing to work his fingers in and out of you. Hana pulled away with an obscene pop of her mouth, biting down on your bottom lip hard enough to draw blood and make you hiss, clenching around Jungkook's fingers.
"I will be," she told him after, leaning down and kissing him harshly. He groaned and rubbed his thumb against your clit with every lick of her tongue against his. Then she pulled away and left the hall, you suspected to her own quarters.
Jungkook pulled his fingers from you and put them in his mouth, licking your slick off while he maintained eye contact with you. He let go of your dress, letting it drop back down to cover your legs, and stood from his chair, walking past the table and looking back at you.
"Come, sweetmeat," he commanded you. Rushing forward as fast as you could in your condition, you slipped your hand into his and allowed him to lead you out into the hall. Jungkook took the opposite turn from the hall leading to his bedroom, instead leading you towards the doors that led into the massive back gardens of the castle, one of your favorite places. You could feel your cheeks flushing with excitement already, knowing he was going to splay you out for anyone wandering the garden to see.
Your packed suitcase was ready beside you, but you ignored it and spent your time fixing Soobin's shirt collar and patting down his hair. He shook his head around, huffing as you fussed over him.
"Mom, I'm not going to be gone so long," he protested, though his voice was soft. You frowned, letting your fingers run through his dark hair one last time before you lowered your hand.
Hana flicked his nose lightly, earning a noise of complaint from the now young adult. "A mother worries, Binnie," she chided him. You smiled lightly when he lowered his head, mumbling an apology to you at her words. He held your hand lightly and pressed a kiss to the back.
"My sweet boy," you said almost tearfully, bringing him in for a hug even though he stood much taller than you. He wiggled uncomfortably, trying not to press too hard against your belly as he returned the hug. "Be safe."
He pulled back with a large smile. "You, as well."
Jungkook arrived, pressing a hand to the small of your back to nudge you forward. "Let us go, sweetmeat," he told you, still using his favorite nickname of yours after so many years. "Yeon will care for the children while we are away."
You looked back, waving to your other two children, who were still so young they couldn't care any less about all of them leaving for about a week's time. "Take care of him, Hana," you said quietly, grabbing her hand and giving it a squeeze.
She smiled pleasantly. "As I always have," she replied, returning your squeeze.
Jungkook ruffled Soobin's hair. "Do give them some trouble," he said wickedly, sharing a similar smile of mischief with his oldest son. He leaned over and pressed a long kiss to his wife's mouth, sliding his hand to the back of her neck to keep her close while Soobin started to put their bags in their carriage. When he pulled away, her lips were plump and red from his.
You waved to them as they got in and the drivers led them away, your own carriage pulling up to the front and the servants opening the door. Jungkook easily tossed the suitcases in and then helped you up, always more caring and careful when you were carrying his children. He slid into the seat beside you, never preferring to be across from you like in the shows you had always seen, even if sitting beside each other was more cramped.
"Do not worry, human," Jungkook told you blandly, not even looking out of the window as the carriage started to move, taking you away from the place you had become so familiar with. "We will only be visiting a few days and then we will be back with our children."
You couldn't help but take his hand in yours, thankful he simply opened his palm and let you intertwine your fingers together. "I know," you said, leaning over and resting your head on his shoulder.
As the carriage continued on, you dragged your free hand down your belly nervously, hoping that all your fears concerning the courts were unwarranted and simply human anxieties.
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So much BTS lore feels like fanfiction and I can't get over it
Two of the members hated each other at first. They argued a lot and one time, they threw folded clothes at each other and the member who folded them had to come scold them. And now they keep reminding everyone how long they've known each other for. They wrote a song together where they said that "respect is a higher tier than love" and then called each other "my respect."
The smartest member of the group (one the previous two morons btw) didn't know how to tie his shoelaces until highschool. He doesn't eat seafood because he loves crabs. He's a literal geniues and he's so clumsy and such a dork (and I relate so deeply). And that body, guys, I'm telling you. This whole guy was made by a fanfic author.
Their company was near bankrupcy when they debuted. One of the members, who was getting offers from so many other companies, joined this one because he admired another member who was already a part of it. When these two met for the first time, member two was only wearing underwear and member one said "wow, thighs."
Another member came to an audition, not to audition himself but to support a friend. He was the only person from that audition round to get in. The friend did not.
Another member, who was studying to be an actor, was street cast on a bus.
One of them lost confidence and tried to leave before the debut, but another convinced him to come back, because they "needed him."
The whole industry hated them when they debuted and now they're arguably the best kpop group worldwide. (Arguably, read: argue with the wall)
(Add your own pls, I want to make a collection from this)
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Shield & Shelter - Chapter 13 (3/5)
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younger prince jjk whipped for his personal older maid reader
(smut+yandere+royal) part of the prompt game pairing: prince!Jungkook x virgin maid!female reader genre: royal!AU, yandere, dark romance warnings: yandere, obsessive JK, slight age gap, foul language, smut, rough unprotected sex, OC's a virgin, big cock JK, slight choking, pls lmk if I forgot smth word count: 2.426
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The silent halls of the palace suffocate him. They always have, ever since he was a child. Jungkook thinks the place reeks of falsityâthe opulence, the luxury, the endless corridors that wind around like the schemes of the nobles who haunt them. He reckons itâs all just a gilded cage, and heâs always hated it. His footsteps echo in the stone passageways as he walks towards his quarters, the coldness of the marble under his boots matching the numbness inside him. Or at least, what used to be numb.
Because now, thereâs you.
His personal maid. Older than him, not by much, but just enough to make your place in the world seem worlds apart from his. He was a prince. He is a prince. The future king, they say. The one who will inherit the empire, rule the kingdom with strength, with dignity, with the coldness of royalty.
But he doesnât care for any of that.
Not anymore.
No, his thoughts no longer circle around crowns or thrones or the weight of the empire resting on his shoulders. His thoughts, his every waking moment, every fleeting breath, are consumed by you. You. Youâre all that matters now. And he wonders, as his hands flex into fists, how long it will be before you realise what you mean to him.
The thought of you slipping awayâof you being pulled from him by duty, by the whims of others, by the wretched rules of the courtâmakes something dangerous stir not only in his chest but in his mind as well. Heâs not naĂŻve. He knows how people view him, how they expect him to carry on the family line with a perfectly selected queen. Some noblewoman whoâs been groomed for the role since birth, someone who will help keep the balance of power in the kingdom.
As if he could stomach the idea of anyone else standing beside him.
As if heâd let anyone else have you.
The mere idea is enough to send his mind spiralling. He pictures them, the lords and ladies of the court, whispering behind his back, their thin-lipped smiles pretending to know whatâs best for him. But they donât know. They donât know what he knows. They donât feel what he feels. None of them understand the way youâve burrowed into his soul, the way youâve taken root so deeply that he canât imagine life without you. Nor will he allow it.
Jungkookâs steps slow as he approaches his chambers, knowing youâll be inside, as you always are, waiting for him. You belong to him in a way no one else ever could. Not in the way the maids belong to the palace, serving out of obligation, out of duty. No, you belong to him. Youâre his. You may not have said the words aloud, but he knows itâs true. Heâs certain of it.
And if anyone dares stand in his way, dares to suggest you arenât worthy of him, heâll burn the entire empire to the ground. Heâd light the flames himself, with a smile on his face, and watch as the palace crumbles to ash, every noble who thinks they can control him turning to dust.
The door creaks open when he pushes it, the sound low and unassuming, like everything else in this world that tries to hide its ugliness behind a façade. But thereâs no hiding from him. Not anymore. He knows what he wants, and heâs done pretending he doesnât.
The soft shuffling of your movements reaches his ears before he even lays eyes on you, and something in him relaxes. Only slightly, but itâs enough to stave off the tightness in his chest. Youâve been tidying his room, preparing it for him like you always do, folding the linens with that careful precision heâs come to associate with you. But today, when he sees you, thereâs something different. Something in the air between you that crackles undeniably.
You donât look up immediately, your hands busy as you straighten out the edges of his bed. Youâve always been so diligent, so focused on your work, but Jungkookâs not interested in the bed or the state of his room. Heâs only interested in the way you move, the way your fingers brush the fabric, the way your brows knit in concentration. Every part of you is a symphony, a perfect, quiet melody that plays for him and him alone.
But you donât know that, do you?
You think youâre just another maid, doing your duty, keeping your head down in the presence of royalty. You donât see the way his eyes follow you, the way his pulse quickens every time you enter the room. You donât feel the way his thoughts darken when anyone else even looks at you.
He crosses the room silently, his gaze fixed on you, as though his presence might startle you if he were too loud. And maybe he wants you to be startled. Maybe he wants you to feel the same tension he feels every time youâre near him, the same overwhelming obsession that threatens to consume him and never let go.Â
You must sense him there because your movements slow, and then, finally, you glance up at him. Your eyes meet his, and something inside him twists so violently he almost flinches. But he doesnât. He keeps his expression carefully composed, though his mind races, his thoughts deafening him.
You look beautiful.
You always do.
But today, in the low light of his quarters, you seem almost unreal, like a vision conjured from his deepest desires. He wonders if youâve always been this perfect, or if heâs just started to notice it more. You tilt your head slightly, a questioning look in your eyes, but you donât speak. You never do unless spoken to first. Always so obedient. Always so good for him.
Thatâs why you belong to him. Why you need to belong to him.
âYour Highness,â you finally murmur, your voice soft, as though youâre afraid to break the quiet that settled between you.
But Jungkook doesnât respond right away. His thoughts are too tangled by the sight of you, by the way you look at him as if heâs just a prince. As if heâs not the person who lies awake at night thinking about you. As if heâs not the one who will do anything to make you his, no matter the cost.
âYouâve been avoiding me.â His voice comes out sharper than he intends, and he sees the way you flinch ever so slightly, a flicker of something unreadable passing over your face before you quickly mask it.
âI havenât, Your Highness,â you say quietly, lowering your gaze. âIâve been fulfilling my duties.â
âYour duties,â he repeats, bitterness seeping into his tone. âIs that all I am to you? A duty?â
You donât answer right away. You donât dare to. But the silence that stretches between you feels suffocating to him. Jungkookâs jaw clenches as he steps closer, and the room suddenly feels far too small, far too close. Heâs so near to you now, so close he can see the way your breath quickens ever so slightly.
The way you try to hide it.
But he notices. He notices everything.
âIâm only doing whatâs expected of me,â you whisper, and the words send a rush of fury through him. Whatâs expected of you? What about what he expects? What about him?
Jungkook grabs your wrist, and though he isnât rough, the movement is sudden enough that you gasp softly, eyes wide as you stare at him. He can feel your pulse under his fingers, racing, and it makes something primal stir in his chest. Youâre his. How can you not see that? How can you not feel it the way he does?
âI wonât let them take you from me.â His voice is low, a near growl, and he watches as confusion flickers across your face.
âI donâtââ
âTheyâll try,â he continues, cutting you off, his grip tightening just slightly around your fragile flesh. âTheyâll try to take you away, tell me youâre not fit to be by my side. That I need someone better.â The word leaves a bitter taste in his mouth. As if thereâs anyone better than you. As if thereâs anyone else at all.
Your lips part, but no words come out, and he can see the fear in your eyes now. Not fear of himâno, youâd never be afraid of himâbut fear of something else. Maybe youâre starting to understand. Maybe youâre beginning to realise what heâs known all along.
âYouâre mine,â Jungkook says, his voice lowering to a whisper, as though itâs a secret only the two of you can share. âDo you understand that?â
He doesnât let go of your wrist, even as you try to pull back, ever so slightly. His eyes bore into yours, searching, demanding. He needs you to understand. He needs you to see what heâs willing to do for you, how far heâll go to keep you by his side.
âYour Highness, Iââ Your voice trembles, just a little, but you stop yourself, as if unsure of what to say. As if you donât want to say the wrong thing.
But there is no wrong thing. Not when it comes to you.
Jungkookâs grip loosens, but he doesnât let go. His thumb brushes over your pulse, and he can now feel the soft, frantic beat of your heart. He wonders if itâs because of him, if you feel anything for him the way he does for you. And if not, well⌠heâll make you feel it. Heâll make sure you understand just how deeply his devotion runs.
Because if anyone dares come between you, if anyone tries to stop him from making you his queen, theyâll pay. Theyâll all pay.
âIâll burn this place to the ground before I let them take you away,â he murmurs, and though the words are quiet, the conviction in them is absolute. He means every syllable. Heâd destroy everything if it meant keeping you by his side. The palace, the court, the entire empireâitâs all worthless compared to you. None of it matters without you.
Your eyes start to tremble, and he can see the uncertainty in your gaze, the way your lips press together in shock. But you donât pull away. You donât protest. Maybe youâre starting to understand. Maybe, deep down, youâve always known.
Jungkook steps closer, his breath ghosting over your delicate skin as he leans in, his lips dangerously close to yours now. He watches the way your eyes flutter shut for a moment, as if youâre trying to steady yourself. As if youâre waiting for what comes next.
And then, without another word, he closes the distance.
His lips press against yours, a gentle touch at first, but it quickly becomes more, so much more. His hand slides to the back of your neck, pulling you closer, deepening the kiss as something dark and possessive roars to life inside him. Youâre his. Finally, youâre his. Thereâs no going back now.
When he pulls away, his forehead rests against yours, and for a moment, the world is silent. Peaceful. Like the storm inside him has quieted, if only for a moment.
âIâll protect you,â he whispers, his voice hoarse, but filled with a promise that he intends to keep. No matter the cost. No matter the consequences. âIâll always protect you.â
Thereâs nothing stopping him now as he pushes you onto his perfectly made bedânothing, not even youâas he lifts the layers of fabric from your skirt, baring your naked cunt to him. Transfixed by the sight of your leaking juices, Jungkook takes the back of your knees, pushing you further to the edge of the bed.
He doesnât want to waste any more time, canât waste any more time as he tears his trousers down, aching cock springing free from its confines, slapping against his abs. His impatience is so thin that itâs even shown in the way his cock twitches towards you, as if it knows exactly where it needs to be.
âMy queen, my good girl.â Jungkook pulls you closer, pushing with all his might into your tiny, weeping hole, not caring that itâll be a tight fit, knowing youâre made for him, made to take him as he pleases.
The yelp, followed by a long moan as he splits you in half, burying himself inside you, is everything he needs to completely lose his mind, fucking into you with no restraint. It doesnât take long for him to notice the bit of blood coating his cock with your arousal, knowing that this is the ultimate signâyouâve been waiting for him and him alone.
âYour Highness,â you cry, fingernails digging into his forearms as he canât seem to slow down, his burning eyes not knowing where to lookâyour face full of need, your tits bouncing with every pounding thrust, or your cunt so perfectly sucking him in.
âYou want more? Hm? Want everything I have?â Jungkook canât hold back, canât control himself as he leans down, pressing ever so slightly on your delicate neck.
Your eyes roll back at that, uncontrollable moans drowning out the squelching of your cunt, abused over and over again. And when your hand finds its way into his hair, tugging him like you know he needs it, Jungkook knows youâre meant to be.
âYouâre mine!â he growls, high from all the emotions finally unleashed. âFucking mine!â
âJungkook,â you sob, and he knows he needs to show everyone that this is final, that youâre a part of himâa part never to be removed.
He releases your throat, hands gripping your hips, certain he can feel his cock hitting your navel, bringing him closer to paradise than heâs ever been.
âFuuuuck.â Jungkook throws his head back, too overwhelmed by his high and your own orgasm, spasming around him, to hold back any longer.
As he paints your walls, he canât bring himself to slow down just yet, the overstimulation adding the cherry on top of the dessert that you are.
Your cries and moans soon quiet to heavy panting as he pulls out, and he doesnât care about the mess youâve made. Itâs perfect, a testament to the love you share. It has to be.
And while you lie there, nearly passed out before him, your eyes still locked onto his, he knows heâs invincible now.
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Your heart was beating at an incredibly fast rate. You were so excited to finally come home after such a long time.Â
You were a maid in the castle, and abiding by the rules ,you were only allowed to visit your family once an year.
You were the primary breadwinner of the family with your father was too old to find work and your mother who had always been a housewife. And you were definitely not going to let your younger siblings go to work instead of school.
Since you sent all the money you earned to your parents, you couldn't afford a carriage and had to go travel by foot.Â
You always sent all of your earnings to your parents.The castle provided food and clothing and to you ,that was enough to live by .Your family needed it more than you did anyways.
Which is why you couldn't afford any carriage ride for the journey and hence ,had to travel by foot.
It was a long and tiresome journey , but seeing your parent's faces at the doorstep made it all worth it.
Everyone in the house treated you like royalty. Your sister gave you a massage and your younger brother was sitting in your lap feeding you grapes. Meanwhile your mom was in the kitchen preparing a feast while your dad had gone outside to buy your favourite cake.Â
You wished you could stop time and spend a few more days here but sadly, you were only allowed to leave the palace for two days and one night, meaning you had to leave as soon as the morning came.Â
Everyone was sitting in the living room, listening to you talk about your daily life in the palace.
Your stories were all about Prince Jungkook, the youngest prince of the royal family.Â
The prince was a spoiled brat when you first came to work at the palace. It was as if a five year old was inside the body of a twenty two year old.However with time, he became more polite and mature.Â
He befriended you as you were the only one closest to his age in the palace and grew fond of you very quickly.
He made you his personal maid, which you were very grateful for because that position meant an increase in your income.Â
You were in the midst of telling your family about one of Jungkook's pranks on his elder brothers, when loud knocks were heard on the door. The person outside seemed to be very impatient.Â
Your father opened the door and you recognized one of the palace guards bursting into your house and frantically looking over the room before spotting you.Â
"Maiden Y/N! Please come quickly! The king has requested for your presence. Prince Jungkook is incredibly angry and won't calm down until you are there!"Â
You quickly got onto one of the palace horses after saying quick goodbyes and apologies to your family and got to the palace quicker than when you came home.Â
You rushed into the throne room where the king, the queen and all of the palace staff were watching Prince Jungkook in horror.Â
The young prince had damaged the walls, the chairs,tables,decoration pieces, ornaments; you name it. The exquisite room was turned upside down. Currently the young prince was smashing all the vases present with his sword. You were surprised at that sight. You had never seen the young prince like this before.
The king spotted you and sighed in relief as he shouted to calm his son down. "Jungkook! Maiden Y/N is here"Â
He stopped destroying the vases , but the look of anger and frustration was still visible in his eyes. He huffed before striding over to you, holding you by the arms with a strong grip,throwing his sword to the side.Â
"Where the hell were you?! Why did you leave me? Do you know how worried I was? Do you know what they fed me! These maids and guards can't do anything right! You are supposed to do my things, not others!" He yelled loudly.
You were so frightened that tears started coming out of your eyes.Â
" Your Majesty, I went back home. I'm allowed to go home once a year so I-"
You couldn't even finish because you were so afraid and scared at his sudden outburst.Â
" Alright, because this is the first time, I'll let you go. But you are not allowed to leave the palace grounds now"
Tears welled up in your eyes. Why can you not meet your family even once a year?
"Guards! Go to her house and kill the family members."Â
"NO!" You shouted in agony.Â
You got on your knees. "Please your majesty, spare them it was not their fault. If you kill my family, for whom will I work? Please, please kill me instead. It was my mistake. I'm really sorry. Please spare them." You cried and cried.Â
Jungkook's eyes widened as he realised.
You would quit if your family is no longer here.
You would leave then.
Leave him.
He couldn't let you go.Â
Ever.
" Yes, you are right.It is your fault, maiden. Henceforth you should receive the punishment, not your family"
He grabbed your hands and pulled you into his room.Â
You dropped at your knees before the man. "I beg your forgiveness, your Highness. And I'm very grateful to you for sparing my family. I accept any punishment your Highness gives me. "Â
He pulled you up. "Your punishment is that you shall be my wife and birth our children." He says with a creepy smile on his face.Â
He forcefully inserts a ring down your ring finger.Â
"There. I will inform father of our engagement and we will be wed within the week."Â
"Your Highness, this is outrageous! No one will accept me as your-"Â
"They will. They have to. Or I will make them." He interrupted you.Â
You were uneducated, but not stupid. And you knew what he meant behind those words.Â
He would kill anyone who gets in his way.Â
His serious face was replaced with a cute smile.It almost felt as if the old Prince Jungkook had returned.Â
"Now let's retire to bed. I can't wait to make love to my fiance." He said as he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you close to him, and you tried hard to not resist his touch because of the fear of him hurting your family was instilled in you.Â
The entire night was spent with you screaming and wailing in pain, begging for him to stop as he forced himself onto you.
And when the morning came, you had accepted your fate.Â
You were trapped with this monster forever.Â
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What if... you decided to run away? part three | OT7 BTS au
A very belated update starring my soulmate @shadowofahope and some angst. Warnings: mentions of murder, crime scenes, betrayal, injury, a mentally deranged villain, and bts hurting. 6.3K words
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Two options presented themselves to Min Yoongi as he watched you happily having breakfast with the others. He could tell you and this whole dream would be shattered, or he could bury it, and they could all live happily ever after. He was deluding himself he knew it, it wasnât a question of if youâd find out, it was a matter of when. He also knew, if he wasnât the one to tell you, youâd never forgive him.
Still with knowing this, his tongue felt heavy in his mouth as he looks at you, his throat seized. All his instincts wanted to do was keep him from breaking the mirage of everything he wanted, and thatâs what he would be doing. Call him a coward, like Namjoon was doing with his gaze eating into the side of Yoongiâs face, but to keep that smile on your face, heâd be anything to keep dreaming.
âHyung, Princess is sleeping next to us tonight,â Jungkook stares down the Prince with the most serious glare he can muster before he sits down for his serving of pancakes. Jimin and Taehyung nodding furiously on either side of him, imploring with their eyes that you both agree.
The idea of you not being in his arms as he slept made an uncomfortable itch manifest under his skin, akin to anxiety but more volatile. He keeps himself from scratching, nodding quietly in agreement as he plays with his food. He can feel the surprise in the room, Jin and Hobi looking at each other in shock. Even you nearly choked on the orange juice, whipping your head round to inspect the silent prince.
He tried to keep his features neutral, knowing you could read him like a book. Your reassuring palm on his thigh lets him know you can see through him, that light squeeze trying to coax him to look at you, but heâs too afraid to. If he faces you he would have to face Namjoon too, and right now, he couldnât deal with either of you.
âYoongi?â Your voice is so understanding and soft, the disgust he had in himself he could feel rise like bile in his throat at the sound.
âI donât like it Jagi,â he tries to smile, trying to meet your eyes. âBut youâre right I have to share.â
He excuses himself, unable to stand lying to you about his current predicament, Namjoonâs eyes following him every step of the way. Youâre about to follow after him but the taller individual beats you to it, telling you to stay.
The remaining men look between themselves, questioning each other silently before you verbalise their thoughts.
âDid someone say something to him?â You wince at the accusation in your own words.
âWeâve been saying something to him since we landed Princess,â Jimin deadpans, eyes narrowing at you as you defend the greedy prince.
âLook I know heâs been⌠unreasonable lately, but you know him,â you didnât want to talk about Yoongiâs vulnerabilities, but the suggestion was clear in your tone. âHe doesnât mean to be-â you hesitate, trying to find the right word.
âAn asshole?â Jin suggests, making Jungkook snicker at the language. âWe know Princess, but I think heâs forgetting the fact we nearly lost you too.â
âOf course youâre going to defend your prince over your knights in shining armour,â Taehyung mumbles to himself, his fork hitting the plate harshly as he picks up a piece of pancake.
You press your lips together to hold back the laugh, Jin and Jimin mirroring your expression.
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You knock on the door again, the fifth time, but still no response. It had been a week since you last saw her and now you were worried something was wrong. You frown, there were only so many places you could be on this island and when the weather was scorching like today, the only place was home. So why was your new friend not answering the door?
âNym?â You call out again, but not a whisper greets you back.
You sigh, sweat starting to drip from your scalp to your face. You turn back to your place, telling yourself youâd try again later.
The heat of the sun cooked the top of your head, you curse yourself for not bringing out a hat or parasol or something. As beautiful as this piece of heaven was, you were not acclimated to it.
You try not to run back to the villa to escape the heat, ready for a cool drink as you reach the front step.
âWhere have you been?â Yoongi almost yells in his panic when you walk through the door making you jump.
âHey,â you frown, hand on your chest to slow your startled heart. âWhatâs wrong?â
He composes himself at that question, as if he wasnât aware of his demeanour until you called it out, like he forgot himself for a moment.
âNothing,â he mutters, walking away with his head hanging low in guilt.
What the heck was that?
âYoongi?â You call after him, knowing he wanted to be alone but not wanting to leave him with the thoughts drowning him. You follow him into his room, staring in worry when he sits on the bed and hangs his head into his hands.Â
âBaby?â you ask, heart thumping uncontrollably as your mind races. âYoongi whatâs wrong?â
Youâre scared to approach him, depending on his disposition he didnât always welcome physical comfort when he felt vulnerable. Whatever cloud was thundering above him had his shoulders slumped, you couldn't see his eyes, couldnât read his expression.Â
âYoongi say something,â you beg, still standing by the door. âYouâve been acting weird all week, please say something.â
He sniffs, lifting his head, eyes full of water ready to spill. You stand in shock for a second, Yoongi wasnât one to cry. You rush to him, holding him tight as he starts to sob, knowing he was unworthy of your comfort right now when he kept the worst secret from you.Â
âJagi, tell me what's wrong please,â your own bottom lip wobbles, you hate seeing him upset, it kills you.Â
He shakes his head against you. You would never forgive him, he tries to get ahold of himself, pushing away from you as he wipes his face in his hands. The look of worry you give him breaks his heart. He takes your hand in his, trying to reassure you silently by stroking his thumb against your skin but he canât meet your eyes.Â
He wants to thank you when you donât push it, when you let it go for now, but the words are bitter and vile in his mouth and he doesnât release them.
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âWhy are you guys making popcorn?â Namjoon asks when he enters the kitchen, Yoongi close behind him after another argument.Â
âWe fixed the TV,â Jungkook says with a mouthful of snacks.
The prince becomes petrified with panic, he was the one to mess with the wiring so you wouldnât have access to the outside world or the news. The fear that freezes him, suddenly jolts him out of shock, almost running to the living room where he finds you flicking through the channels. He doesnât think before he snatches the remote out of your hand, turning the device off and gaining everyoneâs questioning gaze.
âYoongi?â
âHyung, what are you doing?â Taehyung asks in disbelief, he just got comfortable for movie night.Â
He canât say a word, his mind drawing blanks for an excuse.Â
âYouâve been acting weird all week,â Jin says.
âWhat the hell is going on with you?â Jimin looks at him as if heâs grown 2 extra heads.Â
âNo tv,â he breathes, the panic not subsiding. Namjoon stands behind him, his cheeks sucked in as he watches the scene. Heâs still angry from the fight with the prince, but he wasn't vindictive enough to throw him under the bus.
âWhy?â Hoseok asks.
âHeâs hiding something,â you finally speak after observing him, trying to take the remote back but he grips onto it like his life depends on it.Â
Jungkook had followed behind the two when they entered, moving towards the screen while you and Yoongi stared at each other. He uses the controls on the TV to turn it on, Yoongiâs face turning blank when he changes channel. Itâs his worst luck that it revealed what he tried so desperately to hide.Â
You turn to the image of your fatherâs coffin being walked out of his castle, held up by 6 men as Baekhyun and Taeyeon walked behind it dressed in black. The words the newscaster was saying donât even reach your ears, your face contorting from shock into pain.Â
âJagiâŚâ
You start hyperventilating, the others caught in stupor, unable to move. The king was dead, and they all had strong suspicions that Yoongi knew.Â
âY/n letâs calm-â Namjoon tries reaching for you but you snap away at his touch.
âDid you know?â He would take bullets right now than the look of fire on your face.
âY/n-â
âDid. You. Know.â
But his face confesses for you where his words canât. Thatâs all it takes for you to break down, falling to your knees with your arms around your head, whimpering not just at the loss of life, but the loss of trust.
âJagi,â Yoongi tries again, his heart blaring fast in alarm.
âDonât,â the strength in your voice is gone, but he knows not to say another word.Â
The tension turns thick, Jungkook mutes the news channel, but the footage of your fatherâs funeral still plays on the screen for them all to see. Minutes pass, no one daring to speak first. Jin glares at the prince, knowing what emotional turmoil he just put you through, how could he keep this from you? His gaze flickers to Namjoon with even more contempt.
âI have to go back,â you say more to yourself than them, coming to stand on wobbly legs, but your words cut through the silence for them all to hear.
âNo,â the prince almost growls at the suggestion, but you look ready to tear him right back, looking like a wounded animal on edge, ready to do whatever to survive.
âYou,â that one syllable held more venom than he had ever heard from you, finger pointed like a knife in accusation, âdonât get to decide for me, you donât get to control me, y-you-â
You canât help it, your words falter as you break down again, the corners of your sneer weighted down by grief, the bottom lip trembling as the fire in your eyes is drowned out by tears.
âYou of all people know what itâs like to be controlled your whole life, and you tried to do that to me.â
Your words hit him, they do, like a truck to the chest, ploughing him down, but he canât regret his actions, only your sorrow.
âIf you go back,â he takes a step towards you. âWe,â he points to himself and the rest of inhabitants in the room, âgo back.â
He waits for the realisation to pass your eyes, and he knows itâs there as they soften on him for a moment.
âIf we go back Jagi,â his voice cracks, hating himself for causing you this pain, but wanting you to listen to him. âWe are dead men.â
âI can ex-â
âThey wonât wait for an explanation Y/n!â He yells frustrated. âTheyâll sentence us to death before weâre questioned, you know how it works! How it really works.â
Your lips quiver as you try to look strong, but everything inside of you is crushed. The hurt clawed its way through your body, reducing you to nothing.Â
âI should have married him,â you say quietly to yourself but the sincerity in your tone breaks their hearts. You regretted choosing them, choosing your freedom.
âAnd lived unhappily ever after?â Yoongi scoffs with disgust at the image of you and Wang at the altar.
âAnd this is better? Letting my country and my people fall into the hands of a psychopath? Be betrayed by men who I thought loved me enough not to lie to me?â you reply, staring despondently at nothing. âI was born with my duty and I have failed it.â
His red rimmed eyes canât look at you.
âFor what?â Your hoarse voice presses, hurting you all. âFor something as trivial and fickle as love, the monarchy comes first and I have forgotten my place.â
âPlease,â he begs, head hung low as every word you uttered, although right, killed him.
âMy father was right.â It was like a final bullet, the harshest slap or ice bucket thrown over him.
You turn to Namjoon.
âIf you didnât love me, would you have let me escape?â
Both your minds go to the night he caught you, the night their feelings were revealed. He thinks it through, understanding his own duty. You stare in silence, his mind calculating, overthinking. There just wasnât a world that existed in his mind where he didnât love you, so how could he answer?
âI donât know,â he confesses sincerely.
âI wish you didnât,â you breathe. âMy father might still be alive.â
âThatâs not your fault,â Taehyung says but you shake your head.
What if he died because of you? Because you ran away? The guilt eats away at you, and you know if Yoongi and Namjoon were honest from the beginning you could have accepted it, could have leaned on them for emotional support but now you felt a rift between yourselves that ran too deep to fix. Yet despite that distance that now existed between you, you had no one else to turn to.Â
âI donât know what to do,â you sob, looking to them all for guidance. It was ironic that you were now technically queen, and you had no clue, no power, nothing.
They stay silent, solemn as they look to the ground and avoid your gaze.
âPrincess thereâs nothing we can do,â Jin says softly, not wanting to upset you but unable to feed any fantasy you had of fixing this.
âI canât leave my people to Taeyeon,â
Yoongi stands in front of you, his eyes piercing into yours, with an anger you couldnât place.
âTheyâre not your people anymore,â he says harshly, âyou abdicated, this isnât your problem.â
âHyung,â Jimin warns him gently, he was pushing it.
You search his eyes, wondering why he was trying to hurt you further, until you realise there was fear he was trying to hide with his wrath.
âYou knew when you left, eventually Baekhyun and that psycho bitch would be next in line,â Yoongi continues, ignoring Jimin. âYou donât want that life Y/n.â
A knock on the door snaps everyoneâs attention to the sound, the tension not broken but theyâre grateful for the pause.
Your new friend enters cautiously, eyes wandering around the room at everyoneâs sullen expressions and the endless stream of tears pouring down your face. It didnât take a genius to figure out what was going on.
âNym, is everything okay?â Namjoon asks politely, not appreciating the disruption but knowing there wouldnât be one without good reason.
âI⌠I did some digging,â Nym breathes nervously, wanting to bolt out of the room with the heaviness in the air but this was important. âThe authorities already know something was unusual with the late kingâs passing so-â
âYou knew too?â The sting of betrayal had you interrupting before you could stop yourself. You were stuck on this island and you thought you could run to your friendâs place for help when the conversation was over but now you truly had nowhere to turn to. This paradise had turned into a prison, they werenât going to let you leave.
Nym looks at you sadly, apologising silently hoping what was uncovered with a week of no sleep would earn your forgiveness.
âI thought hard about what I could do to help, and I think I have something.â
âWhat is it?â Hoseok asks.
âThe authorities know thereâs something odd about the Kingâs passing, but Prince Baekhyun and his wife closed any investigation, so I did some digging,â Nym explains, feeling the intensity of everyoneâs stares, no one breathed. âIâŚâ
She pauses, looking at you wondering whether it was right to just lay everything out on the table, but how can something so destructive be cushioned. Namjoonâs eyes glance towards the laptop in the computer geniusâs arms.
âWhat did you find?â you barely whisper.Â
âShe didnât cover her tracks very well,â Nym replies, hesitating. âI donât think you should see this.â
âTaehyung and Jimin, maybe your should take Y/n-â
âNo,â you interrupt, the hell were they going to discuss this without you, that was what caused this fucking problem in the first place. âShow me.â
Your eyes donât implore your friend, they demand authority and everyone in the room understands why you deserve your title, blood had nothing to do with it. The laptop is placed on the table, everyoneâs eyes glued to the screen.Â
âThe Imperial castle has two sets of security cameras, someone hacked into them to erase everything the night of your fathers death,â Nym explains. âIt took a week but I recovered them.â
âHow did he die?â Jin asks what you couldn't stomach asking.
âThe official story is he mixed medication with alcohol andâŚâ there's a pause for concern over your wellbeing, but you were done with walking around eggshells, they were all broken anyway.Â
âSay it,â you beg.
âHe fell down the Castle stairs,â Nym says, watching your reaction cautiously, âthere was a dent on his head that was unexplainable with the fall, but they think he mightâve bumped it on something given his state. They blamed the security camera malfunction on the storm.â
âAnd what actually happened?â Namjoon asks.
âJust play the footage Nym,â you say, it didnât matter anyway, what was done was done, what you wanted was the truth.
After a deep breath, Nym presses play, the screen is grainy at first but clears. Your father comes into the frame, obviously heavily intoxicated with someone pushing him from behind. Whoever it was, wears a ski mask, looking around on edge. Thereâs a glint of metal in their hand that you canât make out but itâs pressed against his back. After a stumble, he trips on the ground, and the masked figure tries to pull him up. They get into a tussle, your father grabbing the individual but only able to pull off the balaclava. Your breath catches as you recognise her, and now the object in her grasp. You jump when the pistol is slammed against his skull, and heâs pulled to his feet. Heâs disorientated, clutching his head in his hands before heâs pushed to the stairs. You close your eyes, knowing what was about to happen, and you thought you could stomach it but you canât. Arms wrap around you, someone strokes your hair. You bury your head into his chest, knowing it was Taehyung who had come to comfort you from the most abhorrent scene you ever had to witness.Â
âIâm so sorry Y/n,â Nym says sincerely as you muffle your cries.Â
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They sit in silence once Nym leaves, the hours tick by with you sitting on the ottoman alone, too quiet, too stoic, too deep in thought. No one dares to break it first, no one dares to move, scared that the already fragile state of your being could shatter more than it already had. There was no coming back from this, that was the fear, no recovering.Â
The footage would be released with your permission, it would solve the issue of letting the psychopath sit in your throne, and yet there was another fear in the room. The proof of your fatherâs murder didnât solve everything.Â
âIâm going back,â you say calmly.
âBut-â
âYouâre not coming with me,â you donât mean it in a cruel way but it still breaks their hearts. âI have a role I was born to serve, a people who need a queen they can trust, not some relative who thought they were safe from ever having to wear the crown.â
âBut weâre happy here,â Jimin says with wobbling lips, eyes and nose streaming.
âWhy canât we come with you?â Jungkook cries.
âBecause for right or wrong reasons, the government will still have you tried for concealing my whereabouts without consulting the royal guards,â you state, hating the matter of fact but you couldnât risk their safety. âRules are rules, and no matter what story we spin, we still broke the law.â
âYouâre going to leave us?â Hoseok asks in disbelief. âAfter everything.â
You bite your lip hard to stop your eyes watering but it doesnât work. This would be the hardest thing you would do but it needed to be done.
âNot forever,â you promise, voice hoarse and heavy. âBut until I can clear your name and guarantee your safety, this will have to be goodbye.â
âNo,â Yoongi shakes his head, his arms crossed, his eyes closed as if that would protect him and stop everything.
âYou and I both know what happens if you come back with me Yoongi,â you sniff. âIf you get imprisoned in my country, the repercussions will be war and you know it.â
âWhat if we go back to our country?â Hoseok suggests, âYoongiâs uncle might be able to liaise with little Queenâs government and clear our name.â
âThereâs no guarantee that would work,â Namjoon sighs, massaging his head with his fingers as he tries to solve this impossible conundrum. Politics was more complicated than chess, it was like playing on a board 50 times the size with a thousand more unique pieces.
âNot to mention what Y/nâs government will force her to do in return for clearing our name,â Yoongi seethes, finally looking at you with a sad anger welling his eyes. âWhat if they ask you to marry Wang like your father proposed, to honour his wishes and get whatever deal he was offered by selling your hand in marriage.â
âThatâs not how it works,â Tae says in disbelief, looking between you and Yoongi waiting for someone to reassure him you wouldnât become a pawn for your country. You only look at him sadly in reply.
âOne problem at a time please,â Jin mutters, catching Namjoonâs headache.
âPlease donât go back,â Jimin begs, the palm of his hands covering his eyes as he sobbed. This was so cruel, that they finally got to taste a life with you in their arms for only seconds before you were taken away.
âWhat if Princess married Hyung?â Jungkook suggests desperately, but the question makes you burst more into tears, your head tilted to the ceilings as you try to stop.
âShe canât get married without the permission of the courts,â Namjoon says solemnly, head hanging low. âAnd Yoongi Hyungâs uncle would never agree, thereâs too much bad blood.â
âHe barely agreed to let Yoongi become little queenâs guard,â Jin remembers out loud.
Yoongi shakes his head. He hated this, the fact his blood had a say in his life, ruled it without thought to what he wanted.
âIf my father was king he would have allowed it,â Yoongi admits, for years he prayed his uncle would sire offspring so the crown would never fall on him, now he was second guessing his wishes.
You both look at eachother, another life flashing before your eyes, one so out of reach it was more of a fantasy than a dream. You still held a resentment for his actions, but the concept of leaving him overcast everything. You understood it to some extent but you truly didnât know whether you could forgive him.Â
âIt doesnât matter,â you say, âright now it doesnât change anything.â
He hangs his head in shame, knowing he really fucked up beyond repair.Â
Your attention shifts to Namjoon as he kneels in front of you, the equation in his head starting to solve itself. His eyes implore into yours, the rest of the group fade to the background when he takes your hands into his, his warm touch soothing you.Â
âYou always said growing up royal was awful,â He starts cautiously, not wanting to cause any more problems or misunderstandings. âThere were too many rules, too many restrictions, too many classes on how to behave.â
You nod as you take in his words, wondering where he was going with this.Â
âYour father pushed you away, there's a history of that you know,â he informs you. âThe first heir is always treated differently, the spare is raised with less restraint, they say the prospect of raising a child who is set to replace you throughout time has caused parental rifts.â
âWhere are you going with this Joonie?â you ask, he smiles apologetically, the tangent was somewhat an accident to avoid a harsh truth he needed to reveal.
âIf you go back, your whole life is decided for you, Queen of a country or not, the government will set your alliance to someone they see fit, you will be expected to have two children, at least, and then they will be subjected to everything you did growing up.â
You stare at him. The thought had crossed your mind before but you always swore you would do better. The reason your father was so harsh on you was he couldnât have a spare, your mother died too soon after your birth. You were it, he drilled that into you from day one.
âI can protect them,â you say weakly, tears starting again when Joon shakes his head in disagreement.Â
âI know youâll fight Y/n, but it would be you against a hundred officials, you tried to fight your father and you couldnât and every one of those officials were behind him in his decision.â
âJoon,â you cry, wanting him to stop. His hand squeezes yours, the other wiping away the teardrops gently trying to cushion his words.Â
âTo the world, you are so privileged, and part of that is true, but they havenât seen you suffer like we have, and I hate to think about how much you suffered before meeting us.â
You sniff, looking around the room at the rest of them looking so downtrodden, your eyes falling last on Yoongi who wipes his tears before they can fall. Yoongi, who understood you through experience, who you connected with the moment you met.Â
âYou guys are the best thing that ever happened to me,â you tell them truthfully, âI donât want to go back without you, but I donât know what else Iâm supposed to do.â
âItâs your decision little Queen,â Hoseok steps forward, smiling sadly but knowing how hard this was for you. âWeâll support you no matter what.â
The younger three glare at him for that comment, the others hanging their heads low as if in prayer.Â
âWhatever happens,â Jin agrees, âyou always have our love and support Princess.â
âPlease,â Yoongi begs quietly, his face scrunched in pain as he cries openly. The sight breaks your heart all over again, you really did hate seeing him in pain.Â
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âAfter the tribulations and trials of our beloved royal family, I think the country can say this is a monumental event in history. Like treachery out of a mediaeval plot, today also marks the one month anniversary of the death of our late king, murdered by the wife of his nephew in a scheme for the crown.
Of course this plot was unveiled by his daughter, who at the time fled the country for her safety, but returned to ensure the safety of her people and bring Kim Taeyeon to justice.â
Sadness sat like stones in their stomachs, sinking slowly as your face graced the screen. You smile but they know it doesnât reach your eyes, you wave to the crowd and the cameras before climbing into the carriage off to the citadel for your coronation.Â
âShe looks so beautiful,â Taehyung mumbles, in awe of your figure in the red ruby gown. He blinks back tears, your absence didnât get any easier for them, and seeing you on a screen just cemented the fact you were no longer here.Â
âI canât believe she went back,â Jin whispers to himself but the others hear. They also hear his unsaid words hiding between the lines, you chose duty over them, the irony was hard to ignore. You always thought they would do the same.
âOf course the matter still remains about the young Queenâs foreign bodyguards whoâs current whereabouts are unknown. There is massive divide in the country and government over the actions of Kim Namjoon and his men, one of whom is the current Prince of another nation. There are calls for their presence in the court, others are demanding they receive the medal of valour, and during a recent official press conference this is what our new Queen had to sayâŚâ
The screen shifts to you at a podium, cameras and lights flashing on your form as you look at your paper. They hadnât seen the footage yet but the date stamp on the footage showed it was from a few days ago. Jungkook holds his breath, waiting for you to speak, it felt like a lifetime ago that he heard your voice.Â
âI understand there is a lot of speculation over my disappearance, and rumours that I was abducted by the men sworn to protect me.â
The youngest canât help sniffling at the sound, he misses you and the feeling opened new excruciating wounds in him where he thought there was room for no more.Â
âI am here to clear any misunderstanding over the events of the last month or so. This accusation has put to question the character of the men my own father, the late king, employed and I can say one thing for certain with absolute convictionâŚâ
You take a pause, looking up at the cameras as if staring into each of their souls. They can see the longing in your eyes, the tears forming that you blink away, a moment of weakness that you had to hide.Â
âKim Namjoon, Kim Seokjin⌠Min Yoongi,â you take a breath as if his name pained you. âJung Hoseok, Park Jimin, Kim Taehyung and Jung Jungkook are the best men I have ever met, and they saved my life, and any call for their imprisonment is a crime against the crown and against me. I will do everything in my power to clear their names, and have them return. Our relations with King Min must remain peaceful, and I will not have my country tarnish their character and cause unrest between two nations.Â
My first act on the throne will be to resolve any remaining issues between our countries and draw up a new treaty with King Min, and I know my people will stand with me. Thank you.â
âSheâs gonna do it,â Namjoon says quietly but proudly, smiling sadly when he sees the resolve on your face as you start answering press questions. âItâll take some time but weâll be by her side again.â
The room is quiet as they watch the footage change back to your coronation, all of them swallowing back tears with heavy hearts. They wished they could be standing there beside you, but one day they knew they would be again, no matter how long it took.Â
There are cheers coming from the crowds as the crown is placed on your head, you take a deep breath that they can all see, a smile to the people but your eyes are glassy.Â
âOur beautiful little Queen,â Jimin says in awe, tears slipping that he canât help.Â
âI know sheâll be the best Queen in the world but Iâm so anxious for her,â Jin breathes, his heart nervous for you.Â
âI wish we were there,â Hoseok whispers.
âShe shouldnât be there,â Yoongi says solemnly, standing. âShe should be here with us.â
The others watch him walk out of the room, the prince had fallen into a deep stoic state, they just hope the hurt would fade with time. You carved out Yoongiâs soul the day you left, they could only pray he would find himself again.Â
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You donât know how you managed to give your new staff the slip, you had paid the driver off with enough money that he couldnât refuse, despite what your advisors and the government officials tried to stop you from doing.
You knew it would bring you nothing but more grief, but you had to. You could already hear Namjoon berating you, it almost makes you smile before you remember why youâre here. Youâre glad to see the tower is cold and depressing as promised, the criminals in here were all in treachery of the crown.Â
The guards all gave you worried looks as you demanded to see her, and there she stood in the last cell, trapped behind metal bars finally looking like the madness she held within. Her hair stood on end, a nest of knots that could never be undone, much like the chaos she caused in your life.Â
She sees you, and now you really do smile vindictively when her eyes travel down the length of your coronation gown before fixing themselves on the crown that sat where it belonged. She growls, her teeth baring in disgust and hate you never witnessed before.
She presses herself against the metal, reaching for you as if she could snatch all her wants within her grasp.Â
âYou abdicated, that crown is mine!â
It was strange, confronting her like this. Almost surreal, the concept that this was the woman you befriended, the woman who failed in killing you, and the woman who murdered your father. There was no denying it, you saw it for yourself.Â
âWhy couldnât you just stay away?â she has the gall to sob, to truly cry over her loss as if she was the victim, and you knew then there was no hope for her, not that you would ever offer it to her in the first place.Â
You shake your head in disbelief, a humourless laugh before you take a step closer, wanting no one but her to hear your words.
âYou know what?â You start, voice quiet but unwavering. âIf you had just left everything well enough alone, I wouldnât be here, if you didnât let your greed become so heinous it cost a man his life, eventually you couldâve worn this crown and I would have let you.â
She screams, the sound making you want to slap some sense into her.Â
âBut your actions have cost so many people in so many ways,â you say sadly, not an ounce of sympathy for her, but for yourself as selfish as that might sound. âI can see now thereâs no saving you.â
âThat crown is mine! THAT CROWN IS MINE!â She repeats it as if it would become true, getting louder and louder as you stare.Â
âYou killed my father you psychotic bitch,â you spit, but there was no point to this, there would be no real justice for her actions, and she would never regret them. You wonder what closure you were trying to gain by being here, there was nothing you could do to make her feel your pain.Â
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âYour majesty,â your new personal advisor bids your farewell. You had moved to the cold imperial castle, the official site for the monarch. The day had cost you all your energy and you could barely bring yourself to climb the stairs to your new chamber. You try to ignore the urge to glance towards where you know they found your fatherâs body, the hurt of losing him still fresh despite the strain of your relationship with him. You push away the thoughts to deal with another time.Â
Your jaw hurts from forcing your face to smile all day for the public eye, as you get ready for bed the deep empty void in your chest gets filled with pangs of sadness so intense you have to stop and breathe for a moment. You had kept it subdued all day for duty, but it came back with a vengeance.Â
You were now Queen, and completely utterly unfathomably alone. The thought grips you so painfully in the silenve you canât help the sob that turns into a wail. There was no one here to comfort you, no one to hear you yet you still covered your cries with your hand, sinking pitifully to the floor.Â
The agony of leaving them didnât fade for a day. You forgave Yoongi and Namjoon the second you returned to this awful cage, wanting to regret leaving them but there was nothing you could do about your decision now. You knew what Yoongi was trying to protect you from, there was no malice in his actions, just desperation that undid you both. You walked back into the life you tried to escape, and lost far more than you could ever explain.Â
In truth you didnât know whether you would see them again, whether you would win the fight to clear their name. You would never give up, you couldnât, the only thing that kept you going was getting them back, otherwise this was going to be a long lonely purgatory for you without them.Â
âMin Yoongi I forgive you,â you barely breathe out loud, needing him to hear you no matter how impossible. You knew him better than you knew yourself, knew he needed to hear those words for his own peace, or he would never forgive himself. You knew what state you left him in, and that one thing was your biggest regret.
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âł Summary: In a desperate hope to stop war from breaking you are a serviced to wed the most vile man alive, the one who has committed atrocities and war crimes beyond comprehension, he who is responsible for the fall of many nations, the wicked prince whoâs heart is made of stone. You are to marry a man who challenges every belief and moral you stand for, all while being faced in a foreign land with nobody but yourself too trustâŚBut are you both truly that different? Or is hate not too far from love?
âł Pairing:Â Jungkook/reader
âł Genre:Â arranged marriage AU, enemies to lovers, itâs kind of a period AU??? Historical but also technically not? prince!AU, eventual smut
Word Count: 13k
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tags: vaginal fingering, tiddy sucking (jk is definitely a boobs man), semi public sex??, oral (f), so many petnames, dom!kook, brief masturbation (m), multiple orgasms, size kink, multiple positions, cowgirl, creampies, slight somnophilia? (they keep having sex when they're both extremely exhausted), spooning turned to doggy, some very filthy talk, corruption kink, semi degradation kink, the word seed is used once and I actually hate it, some sweet, sweet aftercare, pillow talk, grinding, cumplay, brief handjob (m), edging, cockwarming, they're so in love your honor
Note: people will be shocked at how fast this update has come out and honestly ?? so am I, but tbf half of it is smut so...iykyk ALSO if you haven't checked out the playlist for wicked, you totally should!!
After the first snowfall, winter had come rolling in with no sign of stopping and just as Jungkook had once said, Penumbra was now buried in snow.Â
There was something so captivating about the snow, its crisp frosty delicate nature, how despite the sun being covered in clouds, the snow reflected off the light and made everything so much brighter.Â
The land was so desolate and yet so full at the same time, it left a deep yearning in you for the warmth, but in an oddly fulfilling way, it let you rest deeper at night, taking in the great vastness of the land and its minimalism.Â
The morning had been busy just as each morning before had been so, Yule was only a week away and the court had many aristocrats staying at the castle making merry. It was such a celebratory time and yet you still felt like a ghost better left in the past.
Your days were not all horrible, but the constant numbness never fully went away, at one time you had wanted to go to Yule in Kimhae to reunite with your parents, but the idea of leaving somehow filled you with as much anxiety as staying.
âWell? Whatâs on your mind?â Jungkook finally spoke, not looking up from his work book, making sure the last of his bill signs, contracts carefully written out and correspondence dealt with so he wouldnât be behind on his work when you both made your return.
You had been admittedly antsy, tidying up your bedroom, packing what few trinkets you thought you might want during the nights of your journey, fiddling with your own work and where to put what.
You simply couldnât sit still.
You didnât reply for a long moment causing Jungkook to look up from his desk, blue eyes appearing from those dark thick locks of hair.
Sighing you shifted as you set your book against the bed, ââŚYouâll be mad at me.â
âWell you donât know until you tell me.â Jungkook didnât seem worried.
You glanced away once more as Jungkook stood up, rounding his desk to walk over to you, ââŚWhat if I was having second thoughtsâŚAbout going to Kimhae?â
Jungkook curved a brow, âThe morning we depart for our trip?â
âDonât say it like that!â You pouted with an usher.
âIs it really the trip? Or is it something else?â Jungkook replied, brushing off your pout.
Your pout however only furthered because you didnât have an answer, âI donât knowâŚI justâŚthis is the first time weâll be making a public appearance outside of Penumbra since our wedding.â
âAnd what about it?â Jungkook shifted, crossing his arms, still not understanding what your problem was and truth be told you wish you had a better answer for him.Â
âDoes that not make you anxious? It makes me incredibly anxious.â You frowned, wringing your hands together, you were anxious about everything truthfully, but the idea of making your first appearance in nearly a year, wellâŚYou didnât know what to expect.Â
But then again, Penumbra had prepared you for pretty much everything at this point, there weren't too many boxes left to check off on life events at this point.Â
âWhy would I be?â Jungkook cocked his head to the side, âIâve nothing to hide nor prove to anyoneâŚIf youâre anxious simply because, then itâs understandable,â Jungkook reached out to you, brushing his palm over your cheek before it crept down to your neck, âA lot has happened, I think itâs only natural. But I also know youâve been looking forward to seeing your parents for the majority of your stay here, it would be imprudent of me to let you cancel our trip at the last minute.âÂ
Your lips quivered a little, âEven if Iâm terrified? What if something happens?âÂ
Jungkookâs lips curled into a little smile, his fingers curling around your neck, not squeezing, but in a loving hold you had grown so acquainted too, âThen I will be there to stop it from happening,â Jungkookâs forehead pressed down against yours, âI know youâll regret not going more then if you do.âÂ
Your eyes fluttered shut before you leaned over to bury your face into the crook of his neck, Jungkookâs arms wrapping around you tight as you murmured, âI hope youâre right.â curling your arms around his waist as you let yourself become engulfed in his warmth and letting it swallow all of your consuming thoughts.Â
It stayed like this for a long minute before Jungkook slowly pulled away, looking down at you as he spoke, âI have something I wanted to give you.â
You pulled away from him more to get a better look at him, tilting your head in curiosity, âA giftâŚ?âÂ
Jungkook snorted, âSomething like that. I wasnât sure if it would be finished in time, but Jimin managed to get it to me last night.â He let go of you before walking over to the bed, leaning down as he pulled down out from underneath.Â
You tilted your head at the thick cloth cover as Jungkook stood up, holding it out to you. It was long and thin but held a considerable weight to it, not too heavy, but just enough to let you know it was of incredible quality.Â
He nodded at you as a gesture to pull whatever was inside out, opening the draw strings. The first thing you saw was the bright silver crest of a pommel, pulling it out further was a soft leather hand and pulling it all the way out revealed a shortsword around twenty three inches.Â
You couldnât help but let your lips part at just how beautiful it was though, the metal was reflective and the detailing along the fuller, the blade was double edged and as your eyes traveled back to the handle you noticed a sort ofâŚlanguage? Written down the grip.
âItâs the first of its kind,â Jungkook finally spoke, âNoxtria melted with Quicksilver for a lightweight balanced sword but sharp enough to cut through thick metal. Godslayer is itâs name.â
âGodslayer?â You looked up at him.Â
âThe idea behind this blade was that it would be lighter than air, but have the strength to kill a god. I couldnât think of a better person to hold the first blade of its kind than my own wife. Weâve been working on your swordsmanship for a long time now and I think itâs time you carry your own sword.â Jungkook nodded, a sort of pride in his eyes as he watched you weigh it, giving it a whirl in your hand.Â
The training you had done had definitely made you physically stronger, as while the blade had weight, it wasnât taxing to hold, âI want you to never feel defenseless by my side, weâre partners and equals and while I hope it never again comes to you needing to use this, I want you to have it if the occasion were to ever arise.âÂ
You were speechless as you stared at the blade, a reflection of yourself in its metal staring back at you, lowering it you whispered, âThank you, Jungkook.âÂ
A small smile pulled on his lips, âAnything for my little sun.â His fingers traced down your cheek, âThe case for it is still in the cover, here Iâll help you with putting on the harness.âÂ
Jungkook took the cloth covering off it to reveal the heavy black sheath and the harness that it attached too, Jungkook had carefully pulled it around your hip, adjusting it until it was snug against your skin, it felt weird having such a thing attached to your body now.Â
But there was something oddlyâŚsafe about it, as Jungkook said, this was a safety measure and it made you feel as such, you could only hope you would never have to take another soul butâŚ.Your fingers unconsciously lifted, rubbing over the spot on your chest, now scarred from where Di Jin had attempted to kill you.Â
Jungkook as if knowing what you were thinking tenderly grabbed your hand pulling it away, âItâs difficult to see it now butâŚâ He paused for a moment as if gathering his thoughts, âI thinkâŚif I could go back and change things I would, in a heartbeat. But I do think it happened for a reason.âÂ
Your lips trembled softly, âHow could killing someone happen for a reason?âÂ
âIt made a spectacle for one,â Jungkook replied, a certain soft note in his voice was his hand found its way back to your neck, âThose who doubted your ability to hold your own in the court will never question it again. Your words have always had bite, but now you have proof behind them.â
You shook your head, âI donât see eye to eye with you on this Jungkook.â
âI know you donât,â Jungkook replied, his thumb soothingly rubbing into your skin, âAnd I wouldnât expect anything less, but your respect in the court is much more now than it ever was before. Not only this butâŚâ
Jungkook paused for a long moment gathering his thoughts, âKnowing you have the capability to defend yourselfâŚthere will be times when we will have no choice but to be apart,â He sighed, âI will eventually have to lead projects that take me away from Penumbra, knowing you have the means to take care of yourself puts me at ease.âÂ
âI donât want you to be apart from me.â You mumbled, anxiety at the thought immediately quelling.
Jungkook let out an amused breath, âThatâs not something to worry about now, one thing at a time. If you have the rest of your things settled, we should head down, the sooner we get on the road the sooner weâll arrive, and the sooner youâll feel better.âÂ
â...I suppose.â You mumbled, but Jungkook was not feeding into your pouty expression, no matter how much it was his weakness, he grabbed your thick cloak which had laid abandoned on the bed, wrapping it over your shoulders as he buckled it up, grabbing his own to carry as he held out his arm for you.Â
Letting him guide you down you ignored the stares of a group of court ladies staring you down, perhaps in wariness, perhaps because the court had easily taken notice of how close you and Jungkook had become in the last few weeks.Â
The consummation of your marriage hadnât actually changed anything, but Jungkookâs confession of love had really done a number on you both, and every time those sweet words left his lips you had the intention of saying it back.Â
And yet every time it felt like the word got stuck in your throat unable to escape, perhaps it was because you were still scared, still in disbelief that Jungkook loved you, but all of his actions, his words, even the way he looked at you, it all screamed love.
Being met with snow on the ground, crunching beneath your feet you let out a breath that you could visibly see, a sensation you still werenât quite used to, it was freezing cold and the journey would be very long.Â
Jungkook had spared no expense to keep you wrapped in very thick layers in hopes that it would keep you warm, but it seemed no matter the amount, you were always cold.Â
âWheein is doing her last rounds of gathering items, she should be out shortly,â Taehyun called out, finishing fixing up your horseâs saddle, Jungkook walked up with you before helping you on and making sure you were situated before saddling his own horse.Â
âSnow isnât too deep yet, we should make a timely arrival,â Yoongi called out, trotting on his own horse up the path ahead before stopping next to Jungkook, âIf we make it with not much snowfall, it should only take four days.âÂ
Your lip curled a little at the estimate, you knew Kimhae was further away then Eunoia, but you had been used to only a dayâs travel when you were in Eunoia, they lived further West then Eunoia and a little further south.Â
The climate in the West however made it incredibly dry, the further you traveled the less snow there would be, hopefully at least.Â
Once Wheein had finished her last round of gathering any last minute packing she had come out with a few guards help and finished loading the pack horses and then mounted her own. It wasn't too big of an entourage of servants, but you had two of Yoongiâs men, himself and of course your two personal servants to attend you both.Â
You were nervous for many reasons, showing your face to the outside world, you werenât sure what reaction you would gain, knowing how the truth of Penumbra had been twisted beyond recognition, you could distinctly remember all the dread you had for two years of being engaged to Jungkook.Â
Words that he had abused women in many ways, that he starved all of his servants and that heâd beat them if they disobeyed, rumors swirling that he already had multiple wives and you would be another trophy in his collection, some rumors even going as far as to say he had his dead enemies taken to the castle so he could bath in their blood.Â
The list went on and on and every single one was just a rumor, nothing more than foolish lies spread to cause more fear, Jungkook was not a single thing he had ever been stated as, wicked least of all.Â
But you were now nervous because you had seen both sides, the truth and lies both, and you couldnât help but wonder what rumors had escaped Penumbra about you? Dread filled you once more, what twisted way could the world turn your murder of Di Jin even worse?Â
That you feasted on his corpse?Â
You could briefly taste the raw iron in your mouth that had you holding back a gag, Jungkookâs sharp gaze that had been looking ahead immediately on you, âWhatâs wrong?âÂ
You held your hand on your mouth trying desperately hard to not let the memory suck you back into the past, flashes of blood in your mind, cartilage mixed with skin, the raw smell of blood, âWater, can I have some water.â You forced the words out.Â
Jungkook wordlessly pulled the water satchel from the side of his saddle, handing it to you, âYouâre thinking.âÂ
You took a large swallow and slowly the faint taste faded back into the nothingness it came from, you shook your head handing it back to him, âIâm trying not too.âÂ
âYouâre not doing a good job of it,â Jungkook replied, making you give him a look, he laughed a little though you spot the concern in his eyes, âWould talking about it make you feel better?âÂ
You sighed as you shook your head, âI think iâd rather talk about something else,â Lingering on your thoughts would only serve to possibly bring memories even more vivid back, âYouâve been to Kimhae right Jungkook?âÂ
Jungkook guided his horse a little closer to yours so youâd be able to converse better, âItâs been a long time. We visited when they hosted the War Council. I wasâŚmaybe seventeen? This was just in the beginning of negotiating,â Jungkook hummed as he thought about it, âKimhae was dull in my opinion, they lacked conviction and were very obvious in the fact that they didnât respect Penumbra or the Jeon name.âÂ
You listened to him before you let out a laugh gaining his attention, âI remember this quite well, I was visiting Seokjin at the time. I remember spotting you and your father arriving out my window but you were too far for me to get a good look. I remember him complaining though. Telling me you had this haughty look about you, acting as if you were better than him.â
Jungkook scoffed, âI was better than him. I am still better than him. If you were present at the time thoughâŚWhy had I not seen you?â He looked a bit confused, as obviously women werenât allowed in the War Room but that didnât mean they were prohibited anywhere else, he had stayed a full fortnite at Kimhae that trip and not once had he seen you.Â
âI made myself unknown on purpose,â You replied, a small frown tugging on your lips, âIt was at Seokjinâs insistence of course, he didnât want you near me with the potential to âcorrupt meâ, as he said.âÂ
âCorrupt you?â Jungkook scoffed, almost offended, âIf we had met properly before our engagement, I feel we couldâve been cordial. Come to think of it I do remember talk of the Eunoian Princess, being in court,â Jungkookâs gaze became pensive as his brows pinched together, âI remember Seokjin gloating about how the fairest princess warmed his bed at night and that he loved nothing more then his name screamed in pleasure.â
You blinked multiple times before your gaze shot to Jungkook, âThis was in reference to me?âÂ
You had known Jungkook long enough now to tell he was absolutely wrought with anger at just the idea, his knuckles tight on the reigns of his horse as he stared ahead, âMhm. I once told you that we saw him differently, thatâs one of the many reasons why. He loved to peacock around gloating about sleeping with you.âÂ
âSleeping with me!?â Your mouth parted in somewhat disbelief, âWeâŚâ You couldnât help but let out a scoffed laugh, he had been pressuring you for some time, but you never realized just how desperate he was to go out of his way to lie to other men that you both had slept with one another in such a way.Â
And then the embarrassment began to flood in, was this why so many men in his court assumed you were loose, or that you were an easy woman?Â
âWell I can promise you he was nothing more than a liar,â You let out another laugh as you shook your head, âScreaming his name in pleasureâŚThe only name that was ushered was my own and even then that was on a lucky day.â
âYour name!?â Jungkook sucked in a harsh breath of air.Â
You paused, suddenly realizing what you had just said, and then looking around, there was a good distance between Yoongi up ahead with his fellow guards and Wheein and Taehyun were conversing further behind, Fenrir having walked alongside you awhile now.Â
âSo Seokjin has gotten to experience that sort of intimacy from you.â Jungkook pressed his tongue into his cheek as if this was the worst news he could ever receive.Â
âItâs notâŚâ You sighed, trying to find the right words, you had never really planned on mentioning what little intimacy you shared with Seokjin, as it wasnât relevant to your current relationship and truthfully, there wasnât much to talk about, âIâveâŚWhen we first started to explore an intimate relationship together, you remember me being frightened by it, yes?âÂ
Jungkook tilted his head, a little confused as to where this was going but nodded regardless.Â
âThe same could be said for back then- especially back then,â You explained as you lowered your voice a little, âI was nervous to lose my virginity, Seokjin already didnât like my traditional Eunoian attire, but even moreso it had him acting out, trying to pressure me into giving myself to him. But I could never commit to it. The idea of him leaving me after I gave it too him made me too anxiousâŚAnd..â
You sighed as you glanced down at the snowy earth, âI hated feeling like nothing more than a sexual fantasy for him. Looking back, it feels as if that was all I ever provided, some sort of exotic fantasy that he could escape to in Eunoia, never truly a person, a soul, just something to make him aroused and fulfilled. And so to keep him satiated but also withhold my own boundary, I offered to pleasure him,â You pressed your lips together, your nose wrinkling, âIt wasnât very often, nor was it very pleasant but wellâŚIt kept things from escalating beyond my control.â
Jungkookâs jaw only clenched, âHow different things wouldâve been if we had met that week. Perhaps you could have been saved from all that trouble.âÂ
âThings happened the way they did though,â You offered a weak smile, âItâs not something I ever think about anymore, after all, it feels so long ago despite being so recent. And Iâm very content now.âÂ
You reached out to grab his hand as your smile brightened, âIâm happy I saved myself for the right person. I couldnât imagine it with anyone else.âÂ
This seemed to soothe Jungkook in the right way, âWell when you say it like that it makes me think youâll want extra help to keep warm tonight.âÂ
âJungkook!â You smacked his shoulder, âWhat an indecent thing to suggest, in a tent? In the middle of a journey?âÂ
Jungkook chuckled as he gripped his reins in contentment, âNo better time than the present princess.âÂ
You only shook your head, the hours seemed to go quick as you and Jungkook had talked about this and that, and then a content silence took over as the sky darkened and Yoongi had begun to look for a suitable spot to make camp.
They had managed to find a spot off road closer to the woods where the cold wind was blocked and snow wasnât as deep, clearing off the snow before getting fresh cut wood to get a fire going, setting up tents didnât take very long.Â
Soon dinner was cooking over the fire, granted you had already eaten an abundant mix of packed cabbage and vegetables tossed together and despite being tired and hungry Jungkook was still easily fending you off as metal clashed together.Â
âYouâll need to try harder than that princess,â Jungkook whirled the sword in his hand as you huffed a breath, stretching your aching arms, âIf you were to fight an opponent far more skilled than you in battle what would your tactic be?âÂ
âRun?â You raised your brows, Jungkook seemed to enjoy asking hypothetical questions that you were certain would never happen.Â
âOkay but in this scenario you do, what would you do?â He pressed, giving you a moment to regather yourself.Â
âWell it depends, if theyâre aggressive, which I assume they would be, itâs not difficult to size my lack of experience up in comparison to someone like you, Iâd have no choice but to defend until they burn down their energy and then once they tire out Iâd make a chance to strike.â You sighed as you lifted your sword back up.Â
âYes that would be the logical way to go about it,â Jungkook hummed, âContextually speaking. But there are other ways, you can use your environment to assist you, you could also have another ally help or use your size to your advantage. Being smaller means being quicker. Again.âÂ
You both tapped swords before sparring once more, Jungkook easily more aggressive this time causing you to back step until you back stepped right into the deeper snow causing you to yelp, whining out at the freezing damp sensation seeping through your dress into your skin.Â
âThatâs not what I meant when I said use the environment.â Jungkook sighed as he rested the flat of the blade on his shoulder.Â
You managed to step out back onto the shallow end as you whined out, âI am perfectly aware of what you meant! Iâm trying! I just canât seem to get itâŚâ You let out a defeated sigh as a tremor jolted through your body at catching the cold nip of breeze.Â
Jungkook only shook his head somewhat amused, âHow about we rest for the evening and get you close to the fire once more.â His hand curling around your waist as you both walked back to camp, âYou shouldnât have such high expectations of yourself, Iâve been training since I was a child, youâve come a long way for only training the last six months.â
âSparring is also different then a real duel or battle,â Yoongi spoke, as he had been watching you both the last hour in amusement, âIf youâre already doing this good in a spar, youâll be able to hold your own perfectly fine in either.âÂ
âThis is also true,â Jungkook yawned as he sat down on the large mat, offering a hand to you to help you down, âThe adrenaline is different, when it comes to life or death, you fight with more than your all, more than you could ever muster for a spar, even a duel.âÂ
âI just hope it never comes to that.â You sighed with a shiver, scooting closer to the warmth of the fire.Â
âWhat matters is that youâll be ready mâlady.â Wheein offered a kind smile as she continued, âAnd I agree with his Highness, youâve improved significantly compared to when you first started, itâs something to take pride in, youâll only improve with time.âÂ
âThe chances are slim but it never hurts to be prepared,â Yoongi chimed in once more, âDinner is ready.â
The rest of the evening had passed with laughter and fellowship that you found yourself truly enjoying, and at some point you had tried to remember when the last time you had felt this at ease, thisâŚat home?Â
Even in Eunoia, tragedy had always surrounded you during your youth, uncertainty of the war and the future as a growing lady and plunged into icy fear as a young woman, you wanted to say you had other moments of relaxation.Â
But you couldnât think of a single time, except for this moment, you found yourself curling up against Jungkook, yawning as your eyes began to droop and your head resting on his shoulder.
When your eyes opened once more, you were uncertain of how much time had passed other than the indication that everyone else had departed to their tents.Â
Jungkook had been leaning on one hand, the other wrapped around you as he had stared thoughtfully in the fire before realizing you had awoke, âAre you ready to depart for bed?âÂ
It was a quiet usher that made you nod with another yawn, letting him help you up as you walked over to your shared tent.
Due to the few people in your party, a circle of tents was formed, yours however just a little closer to the fire upon your request and how could you be blamed on a frigid night such as this? Even Fenrir was curled up right next to the fire, paying you both no mind as he continued to rest.Â
The tent wasnât extremely spacious, but it gave you enough room to get what you needed done without being on top of one another, âLetâs get you out of this.âÂ
âAnd into what?â You were more awake now than before, âDid Wheein leave me something?âÂ
Jungkook looked down at you, a sort of boyish look on his face making you pinch him, âDonât look at me like that,â He chuckled softly grabbing your hand away from his bicep, âWe have plenty of furs, and iâll let you sleep on the fireside, itâs making me hot being that close anyways.âÂ
âItâs too cold!â You whined out quietly.Â
âYou really want to sleep like that?â Jungkook was already stripping himself, âIâm burning up personally.âÂ
Your lips parted multiple times at the sight of his chiseled muscles, biceps flexing as he pulled down his pants revealing the taunt thick muscles of his thighs, even more notably his undergarments.
âCome,â Jungkook had a small smirk on his face as if knowing your eyes roamed his body despite how hard you were trying to be discreet, âLet me undress you.âÂ
You let out a discontented noise but it was difficult to say no when he looked like this and he was looking at you like that, shuffling over you sat on your knees in front of him, Jungkook leaned forward peeling off each layer with a sort of lethargy, as if in no big hurry.Â
Despite the chilled air you could still feel the lick of fire through the thick cloth tent, dropping the last layer down your shoulders you shuddered, a sort of shyness creeping over you as you felt your nipples immediately hardening at being exposed.
Jungkook helped you shuffled out of the last layer, in nothing more than your panties now, âItâs freezing,â You whispered, trying hard to not let yourself feel self conscious at being close to naked in the tinted firelight that your husband could easily see, âIf youâre content letâs go to bed.âÂ
âAh,â Jungkook immediately stopped you, eyes staying on your soft perked tits, âThe cold will help keep you healthy.â He had a stupid boyish look on his face again as he leaned in, warm breath fanning along your cheek before he leaned down unable to resist parting his lips to take your left tit into his mouth.Â
You let out a breath louder than you intended, but the you couldnât help it, the sharp contrast between the cold air and his warm wet tongue had your body flush with arousal, and clearly you werenât the only one as your eyes dropped down, a solid print formed showing your husband was also feeling the same.Â
âJungkook, it's too cold for thisâŚ!â You whined out quietly despite your legs immediately parting for him to sit between as he moaned against your breast, other hand squeezing your left tit as he pinched your hardened bud between his thumb and finger while suckling on the other.
You forced the moan back into your throat.
Jungkook finally released your bud from his lips, looking up at you with dark eyes full of arousal, âWell then weâll just have to warm you up then wonât we, my goddess?â His hand slithering down your waist as he parted his lips once more your left tit, sucking harshly making you jolt.Â
His fingers pushing beneath your panties as his fingers dragging against your puffy slit as you let out a breathy noise legs parting further for him as you leaned back on your hands, hips shifting to give him more access to your cunt.Â
Jungkook was delighted by the invitation you could tell by the way he harshly sucked your bud, middle finger suddenly pushing inside you, sliding in with a slight pinch of discomfort that didnât last long as he pushed all the way until his knuckle met with your body.Â
âWe canât be too loud now,â Jungkookâs lips curled into a smirk, âSo youâll need to be a good girl for me and be quiet.âÂ
You bit down on your lip as he pushed his index finger inside you the pinched discomfort returning the sensation of his fingers pushing in and out of your little hole had you relaxing into his touch with a soft moan, walls squeezing around his fingers with each thrust.Â
âMmm thatâs a good girl,â Jungkook grinned, pupils dilated in lust as he buried his fingers back inside your cunt, feeling your little walls clench around him once more before he brushed his thumb over your clit a higher pitch whine escaping you, âAh, ah, remember,â Jungkook looked amused, âYou need to be quiet if you want to cum all over my fingers princess.âÂ
âKook,â You whispered, eyes closed tight at the feeling of his thumb teasingly brushing over your clit, fingers buried deep inside you as your walls tightened around his digits, âPleaseâŚ!âÂ
The cold air was wrapping around your body, but the sharp contracts of his warm tongue and fingers burying inside you.
Jungkook laid you back against the fur before pulling your panties off, âYouâll get your pleasure, but you need to be a good girl and wait,â His voice was deep and soft taking off his own underwear to reveal his heavy, thick cock fully hardened, he parted your legs as you tensed cold air invading your cunt as he pushed his fingers back inside you, your clit extra sensitive from the cold with each little brush of his thumb, every little tease sent a sharp jolt of pleasure in your body.
Wet sticky arousal dripping from you little hole as you squeezed around his fingers, wiggling your hips a little with a whine, âKook, need more..â You whispered out, not liking this slow teasing game.Â
âPatience,â Jungkook replied, fingers pulling out of you only a little just to thrust them back in, he did this once more, even rougher, his pace was just right, hitting that sweet little spot inside your body that your walls clenching each time as your legs twitched.Â
Jungkookâs free hand rubbed through your puffy wet slit before he gripped the base of his cock, a hissed grunt escaping him as he slowly pumped his base, watching the lewd act immediately made a soft moan escape you, just the idea of his fat cock inside you had you clenching hard around him as he began arithmetically thrusting his fingers into that sweet little spot.
âFuuck you like watching me stroke my fat cock for you my love?â Jungkook let out a wicked look, his hand running all the way up his cock, thumb messily smearing his precum over his fat bulbous head before running it back down meanwhile his other hand began forcefully shoving inside your little hole greedily.
His thumb circling your clit as pleasure began shooting through your body, your eyes never leaving his cock that he squeezed tightly in his hand pumping it eagerly as his eyes flickered between your cunt sucking in his fingers needily and your face, entranced by his movements.
It made his shaft throb so bad in pleasure it hurt, he threw his head back with a low moan hips lifting as he thrusted his cock into his fist, feeling your little hole squeeze so tight around him it was difficult to move his fingers.
Jungkook locked eyes with you, that wicked look on his face, âWhat do you think that little ex lover of yours would say if he could see you right now?âÂ
âMmm! Right thereâŚ!â You whimpered out, struggling to keep your voice quiet as your legs turned limp at how rough he was thrusting his fingers into that sweet little spongy spot inside you, âKook, right thereâŚ!âÂ
Jungkook lifted his hips once more, fucking his fist at the way your legs lifted up, bringing them to your chest to obediently spread your cunt further for him, âWould he say Iâm corrupting you right now?âÂ
You had to bite down on your hand to fight back the whines and moans trying to escape you, âPleaseâŚ! Please.â You kept muttering it, body twisting and building so fast your mind was completely blank aside from the filth Jungkook was whispering to you.
âThat Iâm tainting his pretty little Eunoian princess, filling her cunt up until sheâs completely fucked out cumming all over my fingers?â Jungkook harshly squeezed the base of his cock, keeping his knuckles buried in your cunt as he rapidly hit into your g-spot.Â
Jungkook wanted to laugh at the strangled high pitched moan escaping you as you desperately tried to keep it quiet, feeling your warm little walls wrap tight around his fingers as you came, arms wrapping around your face to try and keep your cries of pleasure to yourself.
Jungkook eased you through your orgasm before pulling his fingers out of you, low breathes escaping you as your chest lifted and dropped before letting your arms drop from your face to the crude sight of Jungkookâs fingers in his mouth, eyes closed with soft moan as he licked your cum off them.
âThis is the best way I could have ever relaxed.â Jungkook pulled his fingers from his mouth with a content look as he laid down next to you, your eyes however still on his hardened cock.Â
âBut youâŚâ You frowned.Â
Jungkook raised his brows before his eyes dropped to his cock before shrugging, âI donât cum easily, a good and bad thing I guess. Câmere love.âÂ
âHow do you want me?â Jungkookâs eyes snapped back open as they met yours, as if trying to figure out if he heard you correct, âI want you to feel good too, how do you want me?âÂ
Jungkook moaned softly closing his eyes once more, unable to look at those cute, eager little eyes of yours, basically asking to be filled up by him.Â
âRide my cock.â Jungkook replied, admittedly getting difficult to keep his eyes open, but heâd rather kill himself then miss the opportunity to cum inside your pretty, puffy little cunt.Â
You knew what he meant, you had gathered as much the last time but you just⌠you awkwardly straddled him, his hands on your hips to help guide you, this wouldnât be as difficult as last time right?
Grabbing his cock in your hand you heard a gritted hiss through his teeth, rubbing his bulbous head through your wet folds before lining him against your entrance, unlike last time you sank onto it.
Biting your lip as you squeezed your eyes shut, rather than a pinch the discomfort was still moderate, but not nearly as much as the first time.Â
âMmm fuck,â Jungkook moaned softly, still unable to process that he was getting to feel your warm little walls wrapping around his thick head, âDoes it still hurt?âÂ
His hands soothingly rubbed up to your waist before back to your hips, âA little,â You whispered, settling your hands on his chest, âI still donât know what Iâm doing.âÂ
Jungkook opened his lidded eyes, trying his damn hardest to not fall asleep right now, âItâs not difficult, just a matter of practice. Sink a little lowerâŚâ Jungkook bit his lower lip a little at watching his cock sink further inside your warm cunt, âNow lift your hips like this.âÂ
You let his hands guide your movements as you let out a soft whine, the pain subsiding as his cock began to slide inside you with ease, stuffing you so full it was difficult to believe you had something this big inside you.Â
Just the feeling of his heavy cock burying inside your cunt made your walls wrap tighter around him, slowly bouncing on his cock as Jungkookâs hands settled on your hips, âFuck yeah love, just like that, riding my fuckinâ cock like you were made for it.âÂ
His words of pleasure made you bounce a little faster, taking him a little deeper each time before his hands tightened on your hips, suddenly grabbing you and pulling you all the way down, you let out a tiny whine at being so full of cock with no warning, walls rapidly clenching around him as you moaned.
Jungkookâs eyes were closed as he let out a breathy deep moan, âCould fall asleep like this every night, use my pretty little wife as my personal cock warmer, mmm keep squeezing around me like that.â He had a sleepy smirk on his face as his hands wrapped around your ass, urging you to start riding him once more.Â
You quickly found you loved being full of cock though, cunt split open by something so thick and heavy, excitement trilled through your body making your walls wrap tight around him as you began bouncing on his cock.
Letting out quiet moans at the feeling of his shaft hitting all the right places inside you, âMmm yeah, ohâŚfuckâŚâ You whined out softly, sitting up right as you bounced all the down his cock as you grinded against his pubic bone.
Jungkook forced his tired eyes open to the amazing sight of you, his pretty wife completely naked bouncing on his cock, tits bouncing and face fucked out, clearly pleasuring yourself now, âMake me cum,â He moaned out softly, âLet me fill that pretty little cunt up.âÂ
You kept trying to bite back your whines as your hips became more messy in bouncing, uneven and unsteady as pleasure quickly built inside you, sinking back on his cock as your walls tightened, moaning just a hair louder as you creamed all over his cock.Â
Jungkook was tired, sleep near taking him the same way you took his cum, letting it shoot deep inside you as you swiveled your hips, taking every lost drop heâd give as quiet breathes filled the tent, your own eyes closed with that same unmistakable tiredness.Â
Jungkook let out a tired smile, âWhat a good girl.â He pulled you onto his chest, shifting you both to be buried beneath the blankets and furs, being skin to skin made you realize just how cold you had been.Â
Jungkookâs skin was like fire, hot to the touch and your own personal little fire, curling up against him, your eyes immediately fell heavy, sleep had never felt so peaceful as being skin to skin with your husband.
The journey to Kimhae had been rather uneventful and what few encounters you had with wolves and even a bear, Fenrir had easily warded them off, your baby having grown so much in the last months now standing just a little taller than your horse.
Jungkook had been up ahead chatting with Yoongi for awhile now, something regarding plans on resuming the Eastern movement when you returned from Yule.
Wheein had been riding by you for awhile now in a comfortable silence aside from a few comments to Fenrir who had been running ahead in the snow and finding random branches to be thrown, the only problem being they were too heavy for you to toss.Â
âSomething on your mind Wheein?â You finally asked, having noticed a faraway look in her eyes for a good while now.Â
Her eyes met yours before she gave a small, weak smile, âNothing incredibly important I justâŚâ She faltered a little, âI know the past cannot be changed but, I canât help but feel like so many events could have been avoided if it werenât for me.âÂ
You straightened up, frowning immediately at her words, âWhat would make you say that?â
Wheein hesitated to speak, â...What happened, with my execution, youâŚâ It looked as if it was physically difficult to attempt to finish her sentence, âI know how important keeping your culture intact is for you. Youâve done nothing but try to become a Penumbrian Princess, and for you to be put in a position where you had to compromise your own personal oath and beliefâŚâ Wheein let out a shaky breath, visibly puffing in the cold air as her eyes looked watery, âI feel as though I havenât given you a proper apology Mâlady.âÂ
Your heart felt like it was twisted, âYou have nothing to apologize over Wheein. I am still mourning many things but IâŚI donât regret what I did. I said it once and I will say it again, I was willing to do anything to get you back. Di Jin was the assassin who attempted to kill me, which started this entire messâŚI donât know how much youâve heard about the EstateâŚâ
Wheeinâs lips stayed in a frown, cheeks flush and rosy from the cold wind as she adjusted her shawl, shaking her head, âOnly whispers of rumors to what happened, and my own assumptions when you intervened on my execution.âÂ
You let out a shaky sigh, trying your best to detach yourself from the memory as you recalled the events that lead up to that fateful night, âThey had lured Yoongi away and I foolishly sent him in good faith that nothing would happen butâŚDi Jin revealed himself that night revealing that he had come to finish what he started. He almost did,â Your hand trembled as you pressed it against your chest, âThen he got closer to me, trying to kiss my neck andâŚI donât know.â
And that was the funniest part, you still had vivid clips of what happened in your head, but it was all so fast, so gorey, your mind had blotted out a lot of it, âOne minute he was on top of me, and the next minute I was covered in blood.âÂ
There it was, that distinct iron on your tongue, it made you sick to your stomach, âAnd I didnât stop after he was dead,â Your lips trembled as you whispered, âThatâs the part that scares me the most. He was dead and I kept going, I...it was like I was possessed, unable to stop. I feltâŚâ It felt like bile was beginning to rise in your throat as you swallowed it back, âGood. Powerful, invincible in that moment, feeling his flesh in my mouth, the taste of his blood on my tongue-âÂ
Your hand suddenly grabbed your lips, trying to swallow back the bile which risen much faster, immediately grabbing the water satchel that hung off the saddle of your horse, taking a long drink from it to try and wash what you had just admitted away.Â
It had been plaguing the back of your mind every moment it was quiet, the fact that something inside you liked it, even enjoyed the depraved act, showing someone who had disrespected you and your heritage, making a mockery of it for so long, a little devil inside you secretly wishing you had finished what you had started, to devoured him the way your ancestors would.Â
Even now a little voice in the back of your head was thrilled by it, it never ceased to make you sick, Weak in the stomach with shame every time it crossed your mind, it felt so heretical to think let alone voice aloud, the extent of how much a secret part of you enjoyed it.Â
âI am so sorry Princess,â Wheein whispered, clearly hurting for you as she held back her tears, inhaling sharply, âI still canât believe whatâs happened. Iâm sure being away from Penumbra will be a good break for all of us.âÂ
âIf I had justâŚâ You had to stop yourself from saying what you wanted, you had the ability to heal Wheeinâs mother, maybe if you had listened to Baba EnĂ ir more carefully, had been more dedicated to your studies as a childâŚperhaps this whole thing could have been prevented if you had been the one to heal Wheeinâs mother, disputing any claims, âIâll never send you away so often like that without company, I never want to put you in such a compromising position Wheein and for that I am sorry.â
âWe all have our grievances about what happened.â Wheein smiled sadly, âBut what counts is that we are both alive and well, butâŚSomething else does plague me.âÂ
You tilted your head, patiently waiting for her to continue as she gathered her thoughts, the wind blowing her black locks of hair back as she squinted her eyes, âWe still never caught who sent the assassin. What if this happens once more?âÂ
You frowned, you had thought this as well, âSomething tells me, whoever did this will try a different tactic next. We must remain vigilant, perhaps moreso in Penumbra then even in Kimhae.â You nodded in thought, âI do agree though, this will be good for all of us.âÂ
This had become routine at night it seemed, waiting for everyone else to depart to bed before being guided back yourself, undressed by your husbandâs large, warm hands, and then taken whatever way he wanted, with his hands, his tongue, his cock, you werenât picky.Â
You however were starting to become used to the sensation of his cock spliting you open, his cum dripping down your thighs, an unfamiliar soreness between your legs that had a sweet ache that made you crave more.Â
You had never understood the idea of physical intimacy in the past, it always made your skin crawl at the idea, but then again, you never had a partner you felt you could trust like this.
More than anything, you loved being close to him like this, loved that you could be so intimate with the person you trusted more than anyone, his arms wrapped around you, laying slightly on top of your back, keeping you warm just as he promised every night.Â
It was odd, the comfort it brought feeling his warm cum dribbling from your little hole as you yawned, eyes closing as you dozed off in his arms.Â
It was still late into the night when you awoke to his lips pressing on your neck, moaning softly as his hips rutted into you, cock hardened once more much to your sleepy surprise, âMm, need you my love.â His voice was much deeper, telling you he was also half asleep, âDreamt of your pretty little cunt, letting me fill it up.â
âMmm Kook.â You mumbled out, eyes closing as you felt your leg being propped further up to give him better access to your little entrance, his arms tightened around your waist as he managed to line his cock up before pushing it in.Â
A soft sleepy moan escaped you, an entirely new position you were acquainted with but something about it made you feel so full, his cock pushing all the way inside you until his hips were flush with yours.Â
Each lazy thrust of his hips had soft noises escaping you, your eyes shutting in tired bliss at his cock pushing past your little walls, filling you to the brim each time, throbbing as the head of his cock kept hitting that spongy little spot.Â
Jungkook moaned as he buried his cock inside you once more, his movements having paused forcing your eyes back open, was he asleep? Your walls suddenly squeezed around his cock at being so split open by him.
This elicited a moan from his lips that sounded like pure sex, âYour cunt is heaven,â He mumbled in your skin, âCould keep my cock buried inside you forever.â
Not moving was stirring you further, making you more awake as you whined, âJungkook, moveâŚ!â You wiggled your hips a little earning a small thrust from him.
âThink Iâll asleep like this,â He moaned once more into your skin, âLike the way your cunt wraps around me like this when Iâm splitting your cunt open.âÂ
Jungkook moaned at feeling your cunt squeeze around him once more at his words, just like he had hoped, âJust go back to sleep my love,â He mumbled in your ear, hand pulling around to cup your tit in his hand as he massaged it making you whine in frustration as your hips began to pull and lift, sliding his cock in and out of your cunt just a little.Â
âMmm fuuck, sweetheart go to sleep.â Jungkookâs voice was a pitch higher than before, his free hand almost guiding your hips though as you fucked back against him, and your eyes were closed but sleep was not on your mind.Â
Your lips parted with a soft whine at the new sensation this position gave you with him behind, his cock slide inside you just the right way brushing that sweet little spot with each bounce of your hips, it had you rapidly clenching around his cock.Â
Muffling your moans into your blankets as you pushed all the way back against him wiggling your hips as pleasure throbbed throughout your cunt, feeling arousal dripping from your hole as his cock slid back inside you with ease as you let out a pathetic whine, walls wrapping harsh around him but it just wasnât quite enough to get yourself to orgasm.Â
Jungkook let out a sleepy chuckle, âWorking yourself up are you?âÂ
It wasnât fairâŚ! He woke you up and you were somehow the one falling apart on his cock desperate to cum, âKoo, please.â You whimpered out quietly, shifting yourself a little to be better able to lift your hips up to his, giving his cock better access to slid in and out of your little hole with ease.Â
âMmm shit, your acting like a bitch in heat,â He moaned softly, eyes dropping to your cunt that kept backing into his cock, âYou want to be fucked?â He whispered deviously in your ear.Â
And Jungkook knew you did, could feel the way your walls wrapped so tight around his throbbing cock, wanting so desperately to reach your climax.Â
âJungkookâŚâ You whispered urgently.Â
âSay it.â
You let out a frustrated noise, pausing your movement but Jungkook wasnât having it, his hand wrapping around your neck as he gave it a harsh squeeze, letting out a small gag as his voice deepened in your ear, âBeg for it little princess, beg for me. Beg for my cock.âÂ
Jungkook suddenly thrusted inside you, harshly making your body jolt as you whined out, shaking your head, this only made him thrust rougher causing you to squeeze around him in excitement, âMmm like this, feelsâŚ! Good.â You whimpered out quietly, your body twitching as pleasure blossomed in your cunt, you were so closeâŚ!
Jungkook buried back inside you, stopping once more causing a louder fussy whine to escape you, his hand squeezing around your neck once more, âIf you like this then youâll love whatâs next. But you need to tell me, câmon,â His hips lazily swiveled before giving short thrusts, edging your body as your hands curled into fists, âTell me you want my cock, that you want your pretty little cunt destroyed by me, that you want to be filled with my cum.â
You could feel saliva dripping from the corner of your mouth, his cock teasing your body with such short movements it had you whimpering, âKooâ, fuck me, pleaseâŚ! Need youâ, need your cock, anythingâŚ!âÂ
Jungkook moaned as your quiet frantic pleaâs as he suddenly pulled out of you, a sharp whine escaping you as he swatted your ass to be quiet, manhandling you onto you stomach as he kneeled between your legs you felt confused before your hips were lewdly lifted, presenting your cunt to him.Â
You didnât have any time to adjust or even think before his cock pushed back inside you, a moan much louder than you meant for it to escape your lips at an entirely new, better sensation, every movement of his cock had you cunt squeezing in pleasure.Â
âMmm yeah, you like being made to take it from behind?â Jungkook moaned, keeping your hips up as he thrusted inside your little entrance, watching it split open for his cock before greedily sucking it in, âMaybe this is how your little dryad kin had children? Fucking like animals?â He whispered out, hearing a gurgled whine from you only made his thrusts that much more forceful, the sound of his balls smacking into your skin music to his ears, âBeing made into nothing more than a bitch desperate for cock.âÂ
The side of your face was planted into the ground, eyes shut in pleasure at just how good it felt, his cock hitting every little sensitive spot inside you, his demeaning words that wouldâve sent flames of angry through your body once upon a time only filled you with excitement, enjoying how he manhandled you how rough he was starting to thrust, no regard for whether your cunt could take it or not.Â
Your mind was filled with all sorts of unholy things, not realizing how much you were beginning to moan, enjoying the way he had a hand pressed into your back forcing you down on the ground, his balls smacking your skin and his cock pushing past your tight walls.Â
âKooâ...! âm gonna..! Mmm!â Your moans were gurgled, desperate, cunt rapidly squeezing around his cock, a feeling he had quickly grown to love as you crumbled beneath him, at his mercy as he roughly thrusted, burying his cock deep inside you as he quickly leaned over you, chest flush with your back as his hips became faster.
Just as you let out the whinest, loudest cry his hand covered your mouth to muffle it, tears began to build in your eyes at how powerful the pleasure was building in your body, your legs uselessly twitching and your body convulsing.
But it was all useless as his cock kept sliding in and out of your small hole, âGo on sweetheart, mm know how bad you wanna cum. I see those pathetic little tears. Cum sweetheart, cream all over my fat cock, make it nice and messy for me.âÂ
Your body was being jolted with every thrust of his hips, your clit aching to be touched as your cunt was full of his thick shaft, his dirty words whispered in your ear making you throw a whiny pathetic fit as your walls squeezed even tighter around him, so desperate to be obedient.Â
âCâmon princess,â Jungkook moaned tantalizingly in your ear, his hips pounding into you with nice lengthy thrusts, wet lewd sounds coming from how soaked you were, âCan feel it, feel how bad that pretty little cunt wants to cum, squeezing around me so tight, fuuck, thatâs it, câmon.â Jungkook wasnât intentionally edging you but god did it feel good, you were moaning and crying into his hand, tears slowly beginning to trickle down your face at how good you felt.Â
Not a single thought in your head other than his cock stuffing you full, purposely dragging into the little spongy spot each time just edging you a little closer each time to your release.
âDoes your little pussy feel good?â He teased you, a wicked grin on his face as his hips pushed fully inside you, giving short thrusts to keep you as full of cock as possible, âYou like presenting this little hole to me? Letting me fuck my seed deep inside, my pretty wife who swore sheâd never let me cuff her in bed? How does it feel knowing Iâm going to fill your pretty little cunt up?â
Jungkook let out a low moan, feeling your muffled voice cry out against the skin of his palm as your cunt rapidly clenched around him cumming so hard it felt like your eyes were rolling to the back of your head.Â
And Jungkook wasnât stopping, his hips slammed into you, wet lewd sounds filling the tent and his balls smacking into your skin as he kept his hand on your mouth to keep your moans and cries of pleasure quiet, unable to subdue them yourself anymore, as the pleasure kept going, his hips jostling you around before you felt it.
âFuck!â Jungkook growled out, burying his cock inside you as he came, roughly pumping his cock inside you as he let out a shaky moan, letting your greedy cunt suck every drop from him as he moaned, perhaps louder then even he intended.Â
After a few more seconds he collapsed on top of you, making you whine, sniffling as you wiped your face as you felt his hand drag to your waist, stroking it tenderly as he pressed a kiss against your neck, âYouâre so perfect.â He whispered, pressing another kiss against your skin, âMade for me. Only me.â His hand squeezed your waist, before he laid flat on his back shifting you around to lay against him, your body curling up as you set your head against his chest.
Your thighs were aching and your hand trembled if you looked close enough as you dragged it over his chest.
And for the first time, with the fire illuminating the inside of the tent, you took the time to drag it over the rough skin of his chest and upon closer inspection noticed all sorts of marks, curiously you shifted once more.Â
âWas twice not enough for my little sun?â Jungkook chuckled as you straddled his waist, his hands wrapping around your hips, âWeâll need to start retiring earlier if you want me to have more stamina.âÂ
âIâm notâŚ!â You felt your body flush, trying to remind yourself that you were in fact naked right now, âIâm just looking.â
âMmm, so am I.â Jungkookâs eyes trailing down your exposed body to your cunt, watching the white substance dripping out onto his skin, âIf I werenât already exhausted Iâd already have you bent over again.âÂ
âJungkook!â You whispered out, starting to feel embarrassed now, âStopâŚplease.âÂ
He let out a tired, boyish smile and staring down at him you couldnât help but mirror it, he looked much younger like this, more like his age, eyes lidded from tiredness as his hands wrapped further, fingers digging into your ass, âIs it a crime to admire my wife? Youâre only sitting on top of me naked.âÂ
âIâve seen you shirtless many times now,â You decided to no longer entertain his dirty thoughts, slowly lowering yourself down his chest making his fingers squeeze tighter around your ass, âBut iâve never truly paid attention.â
âTo my godly physique?â
This made you both quietly laugh as you shook your head, unable to not be endeared by this new playful side of him you had never seen, âHow did you know?â You whispered back, a light tease in your voice as your hand traced over his sternum, âI meant the scarsâŚHow many battles did you fight in?âÂ
Jungkook palmed your ass in his hands, massaging the flesh as he yawned, eyes closing as he hummed potentially trying to recall, âToo many to count honestly, I was drafted before the Five Year War started as to be properly prepared.âÂ
Your fingers traced over each scar, some long and thin, others short and deeper, few discolored still having never properly healed, others faded and hardly visibly, âHowâd you get this one?â Your fingerâs stopped on his left right, a circular scar it was small, as if he had been pierced.
Jungkookâs eyes slowly lidded once more, following where your fingers pressed, âWhen we first rode to Rolon for war, an archer shot me right off my horse, my only saving grace from death was the wind otherwise it wouldâve pierced my heart, y'know itâs said the Rolon Archerâs were trained since children, they could shoot a coin from over a hundred yards away.â
âYou were injured before the battle had even begun?â You whispered out, perhaps a little amused at his story.Â
Jungkookâs hand trailed down the back of your thigh, pulling them apart just a little making your hips brush over his skin, the feeling of wet stickiness rubbing over his skin, âIt was my first endeavor by myself, my men were counting on me to lead them, you can imagine it was a pretty pathetic sight.â
âSo how did you manage to siege them if you could not get close?â You tilted your head, resting your elbows down his chest, your hips appeasing him as you softly grinded down on his pubic bone.Â
âWe had all camped outside their outer districts, preparing ourselves,â Jungkook let out a pleasured hum, eyes closed once more and fingers trailing back to your ass before settling at your steady, soft movement, âWe could not get close to their borders without them shooting us down by the tens if not hundreds. And so we would have to make ourselves unknown, invisible.â
A quiet moan escaped him at the feeling of your hips pulling just a little further down just above where his cock was beginning to stir despite his own lethargy.Â
âInvisible?â Tiredness was beginning to pull at your lids but you enjoyed this too much, the conversation, the feeling of your puffy, cum covered slit grinding against him, making him break focus, âSurely that wouldnât be possible?âÂ
âInvisible to the faraway eye that is,â Jungkookâs brows pinched, fingers gripping your ass a little tighter as your hips dragged just along the base of his hardening cock, weepy and sensitive from having already came inside you twice this night, âMmm, I didnât think youâd be such a little lust driven succubus once we consummated.â
It made you grind him just a little harder, the feeling of his cock bobbing before it smacked against your cunt, fully hardened and precum smearing against your asscheek.Â
âIâm trying to have a conversation,â You teased, hands traveling over the expanse of his chest before your fingers found his dark nipples, curiously you pinched them a little, âYouâre the one thatâs making it sexual.âÂ
A restrained moan escaped him as his eyes cracked open, you couldnât help your curiosity, fascinated at his different reactions to different things, after all, you were learning his body just as much as he was learning of yours.Â
âSex is dripping off of you,â Jungkook sighed, feeling your hips tease his cock once more, puffy slit rubbing down itâs base before back to his pubic bone, âI canât help the way my body reacts to it, climbing on top of me naked isnât a productive way to have a conversation.âÂ
You couldnât help but close your eyes briefly, relishing in the feeling of his heady, heavy cock dragging through your puffy slit, coating it in a mixture of your wetness and cum.Â
Feeling his shaft rubbing into your sensitive clit was you let out a soft moan, âYou didnât continue your story. How were you invisible.â Your hips dragged back to his pubic bone, pausing your movement to try and refocus your conversation.Â
Jungkook let out a displeased sound, fingers digging against your ass once more, âIf you want to hear my stories, keep entertaining me.âÂ
âCan you stay focused?â You gave him a mischievous smile, slowly pulling back up to your elbows, his eyes immediately on your tits.Â
âAs long as you donât make me cum,â Jungkook retorted right back, a cocky grin on his face, âWell?â You tried not to shy away from his expression as your hips slowly began rubbing on him once more, teasing the base of his cock as he let out a soft pleasured moan, eyes slowly closing once more to enjoy the feeling as he recalled, âI proposed to my men that we would camouflage ourselves with the terrain, we covered ourselves in mud and moss, whatever greenery we could and crawled on the earth to evade their eyes.âÂ
His fingers dragged down to the back of your thighs once more as your hips dragged a little lower down his shaft as your clit throbbed making a soft moan escape you, âThatâs how you managed to siege their capitol Montclair?â
His fingers pulled your thighs apart, opening your slit a little more as it rubbed along is shaft back to his base, âMmhm, like that,â He whispered out at feeling your hips pause at the base of his cock, wiggling a little to push it further between the lips of your cunt.Â
Silence had suddenly taken over as your eyes shut, enjoying being able to pleasure your husband as your hips slowly rode the base of his cock, letting it slip against your lips and rub along your clit.
This type of pleasure was slow, tantalizing, making his hips rut a little, gliding with ease against your soaked cunt, âWhat about this one.â Your fingers briefly brushed along his left breast, a long wicked line crossing it as you slowed your hips back down.Â
âTraining accident when I was younger,â Jungkook murmured out, sounding half asleep, âI had assumed Hoseok was going for a lower strike but he tricked me, he got too close and accidentally sliced me right across the chest, it was a larger wound when it had first happened.âÂ
Jungkook had a faint smile on his lips as his hands dragged to your waist, keeping a firm grip to encourage your hips, his eyes pulled open only a little, âHe wouldnât stop crying while profusely apologizing to me, saying heâd do anything to keep the wrath from my father at bay.âÂ
âDid he hear about it?â Your moan was mixed with your soft laugh, grinding down as your clit dragged against his skin.
Jungkookâs breath hitched, âNo, it only went as far as my aunt. She merely laughed it off, saying it was good practice for the real deal.â
You paused your movement, hands tracing down his particularly slim waist, just at the bottom of his ribcage, âAnd this?â
You lifted yourself up as Jungkook opened his eyes, âNo looking.â You whispered out.Â
This made him confused before he let out a quiet laugh, closing his eyes once more, âIâve seen it already princess, you canât hide anything from me at this point.â
âIâmâŚtestingâŚitâs lewd.â You tried not to be embarrassed as you sat down on his taunt, thick muscular thighs, legs still parted as you situated your cunt against his base once more, âHow did you get that scar?â You prompted him once more.Â
Jungkook seemed to be having an increasingly harder time focusing as he felt it, your cunt making contact with the sensitive underside of his cock, your hips lifting to drag against his shaft, âIt was when we attempted war with Kyoto, I was in the frontlines with the other underlings and an assassin of Kyoto had made his way into the trenches.â
Jungkookâs jaw was clenched as he felt your hand wrap around the head of his cock, giving short as he let out a breathy moan, hand running through his hair, âHe was a full grown man and we were nothing more than boys pretending to be men. His sword longer than us all,â He bit down on his lip at your hand squeezing his cock, your cunt sliding against his base, âHe cut two of the other underlings in half with just one swing, I was almost the third, I had barely managed to jump back in time but the tip of his blade still cut through me, blood was everywhere.â
âHow did you live?â You whispered out, sadness somewhere deep inside you filled your heart through the haze of lust.Â
âJimin had managed to jump on his back,â Jungkook let out another breath moan at feeling your hand drag down his cock, âStabbed him in the neck, he choked on his own blood as they all rushed to get first aid for me. I almost bled out that night but by some miracle they had managed to stop the bleeding and get me stitches.âÂ
Jungkook groaned as his hands curled into fists, pleasure becoming much stronger than it was supposed to, âEnough please.âÂ
The movements ceased, âDoes it not feel good?âÂ
âIt feels too good, I told you to not make me cum.â Jungkook sighed softly in relief as he felt you change positions back to your original, the weight of your body situated once more fully on top of him, âMmm warm my cock.â
âI donât understand how that works.â You whispered out, a bit embarrassed, you were a fast learner but you still didnât know all the ends and outs of how all of this worked.Â
This made Jungkook laugh softly, endeared at your words as he forced his tired eyes back open, âItâs simple honestly, sit on my cock, let it stay warm inside you. Iâll be able to focus and recall events more better that way.â
âReally?â You replied skeptically.
âMhm, what else do you want to know?â Jungkook let a crooked smirk tug on his lips as you grabbed the base of his cock, obediently doing as he told you, the fat head pushing inside you, a noise escaping you both.Â
Slowly you slid down his cock until your hips were flush with his, âMmm, what now?â It was hard to focus now having him stuffing you so full.Â
Jungkook let out a long content sigh, âNothing, this is it. Ask away.â
His hands lovingly stroked your hips as you suddenly struggled to speak, feeling his fat large cock throbbing inside you, walls clenching around him as your arousal dripped.
Jungkook let out an amused breath, âCat got your tongue?â
You shook your head, slowly leaning back down to rest yourself on his chest, but somehow laying made your body feel even more full, âThis one?â Your words were soft, trembled with a quiet whine, fingers brushing over his right bicep, a thin long line curving around it.Â
Jungkookâs hands stroked your waist before trailing over your back, âIt happened during our siege of Prokiev, the battle happened overnight and it was dark out, fire my only source for my fight with their royal guard captain, our adrenaline was running out and we were both ragged, he threw a sloppy blow aiming for my chest but I moved away and back, the edge of his blade managed to pierce right through my chainmail. It wasnât a serious injury.â
Jungkook let out a soft pleasured sigh at your little walls clenching around him, seemingly unable to relax with him buried this deep and unmoving in your cunt, âIt serves as a reminder though.â
âTo what?â You whispered out, setting your head down on his chest, biting down on your lip once more, trying so, so hard to focus on his words and not his cock, it felt like he was completely stretching you out, hitting all the way up into your stomach though surely that wasnât possible.Â
Even if it felt like it was.Â
âThat many want me dead, sharpening their blades that even a shallow cut could one day maim me or better yet kill me. Sometimes I wonder how I survived,â Jungkook murmured, eyes closing as he fought the sleep off, âEach of these scars is proof that Iâm still here, that somehow despite all of the odds, whether it was pure luck, or pure skill, I lived another day. Learned, grew from my mistakes.â
Your eyes had fallen shut, tiredness pulling you into a lull as you felt a blanket being pulled over you, engulfing you in warmth once more.Â
You let out a ghost of a whine at feeling the slightest rut of his hips, cock making sure it was buried as far inside you as possible, Jungkook pressed a kiss against your head, âSomething above let me live, let me marry you, the love of my life.âÂ
Your eyes had become heavier with each passing gentle press of his lips, you had soon fallen asleep to the sweet sensation of his lips feathering your skin, hands stroking your side, cock keeping you full and ushers of love on his lips.Â
While the journey had been safe and overall good travel, to say you were relieved to be in Kimhae was an understatement, the air was cold, but it didnât have that wet sharp feeling it did in Penumbra, and only a bit of frost covered the ground now.
Your thickest layers were shedded during travel as it got warmer much to your relief, more than anything you were ready to see your family, and even more so ready to sleep in a proper bed and rest.
You couldnât voice it aloud to anyone but your thighs were sore from not only riding your horse but also from other nefarious activities late into the night, you were absolutely ready to stand on your own two feet for the next week.Â
Upon entering the gates of Kimhae the sight was familiar enough to you, elegant towering buildings, busy towns people who all seemed to pause from their business at the sight of not just you but your husband, whispers broke out and if your life in Penumbra had helped you with one thing, it was being able to ignore the stares.
Riding next to your husband as you made your way through the capitol until you arrived at the large gates of the palace, the courtyard open and lush, what you hadnât expected was the sight of someone so familiar and yetâŚnow had become a total stranger to you.Â
Kim Seokjin, the man you had once thought was the love of your life, only to realize that this was a feeble, childish type of love, the type of love you think is love until you truly fall in love.Â
He stood tall and proud as his eyes locked onto your figure, standing in white double buttoned vest and long sleeve, royal blue cape cascading behind him dramatically.Â
He looked like something out of a fairytale and you couldnât deny Seokjin was just as handsome as you remembered, clean cut and warm skin.Â
Coming to a stop, your vision of him was somewhat blocked by your husband, and for the first time seeing them almost side by side made you realize just how different they were, Jungkook dawned in all black, hair array from travel and longer then when you had first met, well overdue for a trim.Â
His look, all too familiar, neutral but often coming across as dark and brooding to a person who wasnât well acquainted with him.
And you supposed you must have seemed different from your old self as well, you no longer wore flowery apparel light apparel, now often dawned in black and maroons, today no different though you had gone without the fuss and feathers to make travel easier, a plain black gown with an under layer of red peeping out, sleeves dramatically long but slits having formed to make movement easier, another white long sleeve layer beneath to keep you warm as well as curl up to your neck.
Jungkook had already dismounted his horse, holding his hands out to you as you stood up in your saddle, pulling your leg over before you felt the security of his hands wrap around your waist, lifting you down safely.Â
You offer him a tiny smile of thanks as you turn to face Seokjin, the hand staying curled around your waist however did not go unnoticed by you as you both walked to greet your ex-lover.Â
âSeokjin, I cannot thank you enough for your invitation,â You gave him a soft smile, perhaps a sort of soft spot for him still lingered in your chest, after all, while your love might not have been deep, it was something, and youâd take it for what it was, âItâs been a long time.âÂ
âYes, Iâm relieved to see you alive and well, itâs been too long.â Seokjinâs eyes were locked onto you and only you, and briefly you felt a sort of severed connection.Â
His eyes drilling into you with a sort of passion that you only blinked at with a friendly polite smile, him taking your hand into his own as he lifted it to his lips, âTruthfully I donât think enough time has passed.âÂ
Your hand was suddenly snatched away by a much larger one, Jungkookâs expression had quickly gone from neutral to one hundred percent leering and unfriendly, that typical icy Jeon glare as he spoke coldly, âKim Seokjin.â
Seokjinâs eyes burned into the sight, Jungkookâs hand holding onto your own in a sort of protective manner, as if he assumed the manâs kiss to your hand would maim you.
âJeon Jungkook.â Seokjinâs eyes twisted into a glare, but it simply didnât have the same bite as Jungkookâs, âI canât say I remember inviting the Jeonâs.â
âInteresting you say that,â Jungkook replied, a haughty cold look on his face, âGiven one found its way to my wife,â He glanced down at you, a squeeze of his hand on your waist and his hand releasing your own only for his fingers to trace your jawbone, âOnly the most beautiful Jeon.â
Jungkookâs thumb tugged at your lower lip and you couldnât help but shy away from his gaze, somewhat flustered at such an open display of affection, âWhat my husband means to say is weâve come here to represent Penumbra together, I hope this will be the first of many Yuleâs we can all come together and celebrate the Rite of Peace.âÂ
You could tell by Seokjinâs gritted smile that whatever he had anticipated this was not it, it softened however as his eyes landed on you, âFor you, Iâd do anything Y/n.â His gaze became more sharp as they locked back onto Jungkook, â...And I suppose that goes for you as well. I hope your stay in Kimhae treats you well.â
âAs do I.â Jungkook retorted, âNow if youâll excuse us, weâd like to rest after our journey.â
You briefly glanced up at Jungkook, brow furrowing in a little bit of annoyance, you understood that Jungkook absolutely did not like Seokjin in the least, but couldnât he be a little more discreet about it?Â
This being your first public appearance as a couple meant youâd have to be careful how you presented yourselves, if he wanted to quarrel with the man you did not care as long as he did it in private where prying eyes and ears couldnât witness it.
âOf course,â Seokjin almost sneered at him, making you shuffle a bit uncomfortable at seeing the men nearly bearing teeth at one another, âMy head maid will show you to your room.âÂ
Seokjin gave you one last look, and you couldnât quite describe it, it was one of yearning and longing, and yet it wasnât reciprocated as you allowed Jungkook to lead you both into the palace following behind the maid.Â
âWhat was all of that about?â You whispered reprimanding to Jungkook.Â
Jungkook only looked ahead, âHe touched you.âÂ
â...He was being polite.â You reasoned, you had never seen such displays from Jungkook before- well aside from the time Claudin had taken your hand.Â
Come to think of it, you supposed this was less rash then when he pressed a knife into Claudinâs neck for so much as grabbing your hand to kiss, truthfully you should be thankful it didnât escalate so quickly to that.Â
Stepping into your guest room you paused, realizing this was the room you used to stay in when you were a maiden...Seokjin probably still has the route memorizedâŚhad he thought youâd come to Kimhae alone?
You shook the ridiculous notion away as you took your cloak off, Jungkook shut the door to your shared room, âHe touched you.â He emphasized it.Â
You turned around, raising your eyebrows, not understanding what he was getting at, Jungkook huffed, âMen who touch women like that arenât being friendly.âÂ
âIt was my hand!â You pouted, âYouâve touched my hands plenty of times.â
âAnd look where it led.â Jungkook countered as he took his own outer apparel off, âThatâs just the way it goes. And perhaps because I also know youâve sucked his cock-â
âJungkook!â You cried out, embarrassment flooding through you, âDonât say it so loud!âÂ
This made Jungkook chuckle as he sat on the foot of the bed, âHmm, youâve never sucked my cock before come to think of it.â He laughed even louder at suddenly being hit with the cloak you launched at him.
âI am tired and taking a nap, you can either join me or sleep on the floor if you keep being crude.â You kicked your riding shoes off as you pulled the covers curling up in bed, his body immediately beside you, arms wrapping around your waist.Â
âI canât help it,â Jungkook replied, snickering into your shoulder, âYouâre easy to tease.âÂ
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Love Is a Game: For Political Enemies
Love Is a Game: For Political Enemies (CH.2)
Chapter 1: Love Is a Game: For Important Friends
Word Count: ~ 18.5k+ (my fault, next chapters wonât be this lengthy!)
Description: They say love is a game for fools; but how can you win a game, you never wished to be a part of?
We were always friends â or rather, two neighbouring countries kingâs children, who were forced to be friendly with one and other, to avoid further war between our lands.
But somewhere in the space of time and laughs, the line between friends and politics disappeared;
Warning for the chapter: mentions of war, 18+, smut, verbal fight, this is a yandere story, starting next chapter it will be more present, but please keep that in mind. If any is missed, please tell me, so I can add them!Â
Warnings for the series: mentions of war, yandere themes, blackmail, verbal fights, 18+, smut, blood, more will be added with time
!In no way of shape and form do I think this is how Jungkook acts in real life, this is pure work of fiction, so if you choose to read it, please keep that in mind!
Some may think that as a monarch, parties and celebrations would always be formal, but as a Princess you can testify, that is furthest thing from the truth. You were surrounded by Kings, Queens, presidents, and rulers of tens, if not hundreds, countries, and all it took was a couple glasses of wine to see the true colours of people that sit behind their titles.
Now, you must admit, after hundreds of congratulations of your coming of age, youâre also guilty of sipping a glass or two of wine, and now you find yourself surrounded by rulers, who you might as well call friends.
âWell, it is a breath of fresh air, to see a woman in our circle.â Namjoon, president of Southern Andevia chuckled.
âI would like to think, that I have been a part of this circle for a while now, we have known each other since childhood.â Namjoon and you go far back, his father was the president just before him, so you found one another frequently in the same events.
Namjoonâs cheeks darkened as he waved his hands trying to diffuse his statement, you all chuckled once he started to ramble quickly,
âNo, no, thatâs not what I was trying to-â his quick mumbles only made you chuckle harder, until Yoongi, president of Leitno Republic came to his aid and put his hand on his shoulder while muttering,
âWe know, just take it easy on drinks.â One may think that rulers were unfazed by drinks, since they tend to look stoic and firm from afar, but you knew Namjoon, his clumsy self only amplified whenever a drink was presented to him.
âAs a form of congratulations, my country has gifted you our newest technology, it allows one to communicate with the whole of a country, by only pressing a button.â Yoongi cleared his throat, his smile still lingering,
Now this sparked your interest, you had heard about the unexpected gift, father talking about it in high remarks. Establishing close relations to progressive countries was a definite plus, as each of your friends thought of something special to gift you. âYes, I heard about that, it seems very innovative, although I expected nothing less from the country of technology.â
âI must admit, a lot of countries stood in line for it, but we saved it just for you.â Yoongi looked over his shoulder âEven he couldnât get a hold of it.â You looked where Yoongi shrugged his head towards, only to find some politician trying to talk to your important friend, who unmistakably looked as bored as possible, not even looking at the man.
âI heard he will be stopping by my country in a couple of months, canât deny his visit makes us a bit uneasy.â Namjoon spoke from your left, yet your gaze still remained on your friend in front of you, holding in your laugh, as the politician tried his best to get Jungkooks attention, while nervously laughing and moving his hands.
You have to give your respects to the politician, it takes a lot of courage to speak to him, even more so, when he looks as unimpressed as he does now.
But Namjoonâs words hold a lot of truth to them, visits from Bellum Sanguini Kingdom were rare and far between, whenever they needed to travel somewhere, usually meant a great deal of trouble.
Although, you suppose, that your Kingdom was an exception, Jungkook was a regular visitor, his presence never brought you dread or fear, he was always awaited here, not even needing to announce his arrival beforehand. Your friendship was also documented throughout the years, he had gained the trust of not only you and your family, but also from your own people, which meant a lot, considering that your Kingdoms were in a war couple decades ago.
Yet still, he was an enigma to you, you both were undeniably close, but he hadnât stepped a foot close to you this entire evening. Rulers and presidents of different countries came to congratulate you, yet the one person, who you were close with chose to stand in the back lights and play the game of pretend.
âYeah, sometimes I donât understand him myselfâŚâ you sighed as you still looked at Jungkook. Namjoon thinking that you finally opened up about the prince, started rambling his doubts and suspicions, but unbeknownst to him, your thoughts were flying to the man standing in front of you.
It was understandable why Namjoonâs rambling soon turned out to be a full discussion, as all of your company gave their own two cents on the monarch before your own eyes; he was an unofficially closed-off topic. You chose to never mutter a single word about him, it didnât matter what someone was talking about him, good or bad â you refused to participate in talks related to him, and soon everyone understood that.
So, now you muttering an unconscious thought, results in a floodgate opening, everyone spitting out their thoroughly thought-through questions, wanting to understand, why you could do what no one else was able to? Or rather, how you were able to conquer the cold-hearted ruler, without even lifting your finger? At least, thatâs how they called him.
Their rambling fell on deaf ears, once your gaze locked with his. You sipped your wine, as Jungkook observed you from head to toe, his gaze felt physical, as if he himself was caressing every inch of your body, leaving behind goosebumps on your skin.
As his gaze slowly moved up your form and once again met your gaze, he threw back his hair, a smirk tinkling his lips. He tilted his head, silently asking you to join him.
Your eyebrows rose at his indication, he knew very well, if not even better than you, the protocol you needed to follow, one being, that you cannot go to a person first, they have to come to you. Yet he still awaits you to approach him first.
You softly shook your head, the audacity this man beholds is remarkable. Testingly, you took a step forward - small enough to be noticed only if one was watching carefully. Only for Jungkook to replicate it in his own manner.
Now you know, he definitely is playing games â if it was not obvious by his glinting eyes and never-ending smirk, then it is by his actions. But heâs not the only one who can play games, the thought alone draws a smirk on your face; you seemingly took a step towards Jungkook, only to turn around mid-air to Namjoon.
You didnât catch what they were talking about, but their last topic encouraged you to flawlessly clink your wine glass with his own half-full one, and glamorously pronounce, âTo a successful visit and great union!â.
Everyone around you put their glasses to their lips and continued talking about a topic you couldnât focus on even if you wished to, so you tried to discreetly turn your head where Jungkook stood, as childishly as it may sound, to savour the glory of winning this small game, awaiting his dagger-like gaze, and scrunched up face.
But instead, you were met with the lonesome politician, who stood gruesome while swirling around his drink. No Jungkook. Now a bit alarmed your gaze swept over the crowd, trying to find your friend, only to see your fathers back accompanied by an overly enthusiastic Jungkook.
Disappointment washed over you, once you realised that you wouldnât be able to boast in Jungkooks poutiness, but as you were about to turn back towards your company, father turned around, and waved his hand for you to join them.
As you were about to go to him, you looked up at Jungkook, only to find him smirking once again. You paused before shaking your head and going towards them, quickly excusing yourself from your company.
He always found a way to win, no wasnât an answer in his books. If you refused to go to him, he found the one instance, where you couldnât deny him â the one person, whom you were allowed to go first to. The King â your father.
Jungkook â 1, you â 0.
But the game quickly disappeared from your mind, fatherâs sombre face expression making you a bit uneasy. You watched how he forced a smile on his face, while welcoming you to come closer to them.
âDear, Jungkooks father, King of Bellum Sanguini would like to congratulate you personally on the matter of celebration.â Jungkook nodded his head to fathersâ words, continuing his train of thoughts,
âIndeed, he hasnât met you in a while, and as you now are proclaimed to be the next ruler, Kingdom of Bellum Sanguini would like to properly acknowledge your title with a visit to our Kingdom.â
Now, you have never been to Jungkooks Kingdom, let alone been personally invited to it. It is a great honour to get any sort of acknowledgment from them, but you would be a fool, if you looked over how strongly father gripped his glass of whisky, as Jungkook explained you the matter of conversation.
âWe have already contacted your assistant about the visit and added a few extra dates to your grand tour of countries.â Jungkook gestured to your assistant on the far left of the ballroom.
You watched how your assistant, Anthony, bowed across the room when he noticed your gazes. He shuffled his feet and tumbled with his fingers as he tried to smile to you politely. He is nervous.
As he should be. If you wouldnât have known Anthony for such a long time, he would be in big trouble now. He didnât enlighten you with the changes in your graphic, even more so â you had to find out about them through Jungkook.
âWell then, it seems like everything is set, do send your father a thank you for the invite, I will be sure to accept it.â You turned to Jungkook with a somewhat forced smile, even if the invitation is a show of great respect, it still left you unsettled. You werenât sure if even your father visited the neighbouring Kingdom in the past decade, it was secluded, and perhaps so for a good reason.
âWell then, children, I will leave you to it, please excuse me.â Father quickly murmured with a nod, and disappeared in the crowd, not even letting you to say a word in between.
Jungkook cleared his throat besides you, looking the way your father went, âHe doesnât seem too thrilled by the idea, does he?â his question sounded more of a statement, but he is right. You doubt there is a better example of a royal trying to seem on board with an idea, that one seemingly hates.
âHow come you didnât come by to at least say âhello, and congratulationsâ?â changing the subject seemed like the best option, perhaps it was the wine swimming through your system, making your words flow easier, but this was something that you were stuck on the entire evening.
He promised to be here, but he found the best way to fulfil his promise, yet still stay away from you the entire evening. It would be a lie, if you said you didnât feel even a bit offended by his actions.
Jungkook hummed besides you, âYou see, I donât play pick and choose.â He looks towards your friend group, âAnd I most certainly donât entertain flies, that wants a piece of my own.â
âThey are my friends.â
âNo, theyâre not.â His response came alarmingly quick. Tense silence overtook you both, Jungkooks jaw clenched, and you watched how he closed his eyes and took a deep breath â seemingly to compose himself.
âIâm your friend, and they-â he looked you in the eyes âThey are just a white noise.â
His gaze rooted you to the floor, no movement possible. You see it in his eyes, the unmistaken displeasure, clouded by hints of stoic willpower. He believes his own words, and somehow the raw emotion in his eyes does not allow you to correct him â even if his words remain just that â empty, with no truth behind them.
A gentle bell from behind you broke the heavy energy that flew between you both. You managed to smile at him and turn to see what the noise presents.
About 20 children stood in line behind one of the servants, he didnât need to announce what time it is â the greetings from the youngest generation of your Kingdom.
You giggled as you turned to Jungkook, âLook what time it is.â You whispered to him.
Children had flowers braided into their hair. They all smiled at you, while holding hands with one another. A little boy, he couldnât be older than 7, stepped forward and with a shy smile, and chin to the sky proclaimed, âPrincess, we the children of Kingdom Otium Lepor, welcome you as our ruler from now on tillâ forever.â
The orchestra started to play the all too familiar melody, trinks of guitar and accordion taking the place in front, while the other instruments played in background. Politicians and rulers around you smiled at the scene â children dancing hand in hand and clapping their hands together with the melody.
You turned to Jungkook âDo you remember this dance? It for sure is engraved in my mind, the countless hours of practice will never leave my mind.â You chuckled at the thought alone. When you and Jungkook were children, you saw the dance being performed in an event, and since then you both spent countless hours dancing to it while tripping over the others foot.
You still remember how Jungkook tried to act as tough as possible at the age of 9, while you unsuccessfully tried to go through his arms, as part of the dance. Instead of fulfilling the movement, you managed to step on his foot, run into his stomach and make you both fall to the floor. As stoic as Jungkook tried to be, both of you fell into fits of laughter, while laying on the floor.
Those are the key memories you hold close to your heart. That is the reason, why both of you have been friends for so long. Laughter and mindless games you both played â because after all you were children, even if you could be one only with each other.
You couldnât deny alcohol warming your blood; ballroom seemed a bit brighter, music more thrilling and childrenâs feet clad into their white socks and black sandals all the more joyful.
Perhaps that is the reason why you didnât stop to rethink your actions, when one of the children came up to you, and presented their own, presumably, made flower crown. It didnât take you a second to call one of the workers and carefully take off your crown and cape to put it in his white gloved hands.
You leaned down to the little boy, âWill you do me the honours?â
You are sure that the chiselling smile he gifted you shone brighter than the crown you previously wore, his chubby fingers delicately placed the flowers on top of your head, while watching in wonder how they proudly rested on his princessâs hair.
You took the boys hand and went closer to the dancing children. They parted way for you to come in the middle, and the little boy released your hand to go back to his friends. You couldnât help but laugh as their bodies danced around you in circles, your head went back and forth trying to capture every single one of the children, the rapid motion making you lightheaded.
They danced back and forth closer to your body in a synchronized union. From the corner of eye, you could see flashes of light going off, probably the reporters trying to take the best picture, but as you clapped your hands together with children, and started to move your body with the rhythm of music, you concluded â you couldnât care less.
You felt free as a bird, the heavy dress no more dragged you down, weighting no more than a feather now. The glamorous chandelier reflected the embroidered diamonds, your dress translating the free spirit within you, as it shone in hundreds of sparkles with each of your movements.
As you twirled around, you could see the blurry faces of mother and father looking at you and giggling to each other. At the back of your mind, you knew that this was not the expected way for a princess to act, but blame it on wine, you were having fun, and knew for a fact that you were not the only one, as politicians and rulers surrounded your dancing bodies and clapped together with the music.
With the last chords of the song playing, crowd erupted into an uproar, and children threw their flower crowns into the air. You watched how lone flower petals slowly descended from the ceiling, cheers and whistles growing louder with each second.
Your gaze swept over the crowd, hundreds of people surrounded you, the end of them not visible. Some loudly called âcheersâ, some ârepeatâ, while others were laughing with their group of acquaintances.
And all you managed to do was smile.
Children slowly bowed to you in unison, now you understand the saying â a monarch is like a parent figure, who constantly worries and takes care of millions of their children. Because as you watched the little dancers, all you could feel was pride swirling through you.
So, you joined the crowd, and applauded them. Their faces morphed from surprise to utter happiness, it might have been a fracture of second, cause in a blink of eye, one of the children ran up to you and hugged you.
It didnât take long for the other 20 children to accompany their friend, you stumbled back from the sheer force, as they rushed into your embrace. Your fluffy dress enveloped their small bodies, some of the children became invisible in the dark material.
You caressed the hair of one of the children, who hid their face in your dress. The moment felt serene, body tingling with sparks of joy and warmth. Your gaze met with Jungkooks across the room, you tilted your head for him to come closer, but he only shook his head with a smile and drank the reminder of liquid in his glass â probably whiskey.
âI want to be like you someday, princess.â a quiet voice mumbled from your dress. A little girl looked at you with big eyes filled with wonder and stars. You caressed her cheek with a smile, oh, to be a child again.
A woman in the corner gestured for the children to come to her, presumably their teacher. Children detached themselves from you with a last bow, and quickly ran back to the said woman.
You turned towards the crowd that was still engulfing you in their presence, they looked at you in wonder, when you said that you wanted a celebration like no other, you meant it. As your eyes swept over the guests, cheers started once more; you were used to attention, but not necessarily when it was dedicated to you.
You were used to being in the shadows of your father, at the end of the day he was the King, while you â a ruler in queue. Up till this day you werenât even of age, which allowed other to overlook you, but you guess that ends today as well.
The attention was a lot â it is a lot â the knowledge that each of your movement is watched and dissected leaves you unnerved, but as much as you donât want to acknowledge it; it feels good.
You took another glass of wine from nearby waiter and smiled as you excused yourself to find a place to sit â dancing in high heels is a challenge, even more so when one is tipsy.
But before you could move out of the circle everyone had made, Jungkook stepped forward. You could almost hear how everyone gasped when he stopped right in front of you. If the attention before was welcomed, now you felt like it was closing in on you.
You knew that Jungkook was a mystery to everyone, the whole evening you saw rulers come up to him, trying to even get a word out of him. And now it felt like everyone slowly moved closer to you both, trying to hear what he has to say.
You smiled at him, hoping that he sees in your eyes the question that screams in your head - what are you doing?
But if he does, he successfully ignores it, opting to smile back, âPrincess Reagan, I never congratulated you properly.â He pronounced every word loud and clear, taking in mind that everyone hears him.
Jungkook never before made you nervous, but then again, he never put you in such a compromising situation. Now you understood what Namjoon meant when he said that his presence alone left him feeling uneasy.
But your smile didnât falter, âOf course you did, my Kingdom is grateful for your attendance, as you must be very busy at this time of year.â You looked over the crowd, once meeting your gaze they quickly looked elsewhere, pretending to be engaged in a conversation with a person besides them.
âWould you like to accompany me to the buffet? Here is so much noise, that Iâm afraid we might miscommunicate.â You hoped that he would sense your restraint with such a crowd as a witness to your conversation, but as he shook his head, with a smile still gracing his features, you knew he had something up his sleeve.
âHere should be fine, Your Grace, it wonât take longer than a couple of minutes.â You drew your glass closer to your lips, sipping wine as you nervously watched how he put his fingers up in a beckoning sign.
A tall silhouette of a man came out of the crowd, once he was closer you recognised him to be Jungkooks personal assistant. âHerman, great to see you!â he bowed in front of you while graciously muttering âYour Graceâ.
Herman had a dark velvet box in his hands, which he carefully held so as not to jostle. âMy father unfortunately couldnât attend your celebration, but my Kingdom would like to congratulate you as our newest ally.â
On Jungkooks cue Herman opened the box in his hands. Upon seeing what lies in it, your carefully crafted smile slowly vanished, it replaced by a sharp breath and shaking eyes. And you werenât the only one, you heard gasps and murmurs from the crowd, but as your gaze fixated on the open box, everything else around you became a white noise.
Inside the box contained the most beautiful and also dangerous necklace you had ever laid your eyes on. The black diamonds reflected a dark red hue, small gems connecting the big stones one to another. The necklace looked heavy, and youâre sure it is, as there was no space for even a chain to connect it; the whole of jewellery made of diamonds.
But perhaps the history behind the necklace is the heaviest â this necklace in front of you, as funny as it sounds, was the reason war begun between both of your Kingdoms, as Jungkooks Kingdom blamed yours on stealing the jewel, while historically it always belonged to your country.
The red reflection of the diamonds reminded you of countless people that died because of this jewel, you looked at Jungkook unsure of what to do, dare you say - fearful. Everyone around the ballroom became still, the orchestra stopped playing the background melody. This could only go two ways, and you werenât sure if you wanted to see either.
âDo take this as a warm welcome from my Kingdom, we look forwards seeing you soon.â Jungkook smiled, seemingly, the only person whoâs able to do so. Youâre afraid to move, you didnât get where Jungkook was going with his implications. Your Kingdom gave them the jewel at the end of the war, in hopes to restore peace and hopefully â never see the diamonds again.
Was this his way of strengthening the union? Or is he saying that the peace offer is broken? You looked at the jewels in caution, the necklace hasnât been in the public eye ever since the war ended.
âMay I?â Jungkook asked as he gestured to the box. Your throat felt dry as a sandpaper, you managed to slowly nod your head while cautiously looking in his eyes. Unfortunately for you, they didnât explain what was going through his mind, what kind of game he was playing. He simply smiled in content with your answer.
Jungkook took the necklace from the box, leaving it hanging from two of his fingers. The jewels spun in circles as Jungkook came closer to you, it felt as if he held a knife in his hands, rather than the necklace.
Your breath hitched as Jungkook stopped mere centimetres away from your body, even the dress became squashed in between the both of you. He tilted his head as he looked over your features, probably seeing the fear that laid behind your eyes.
He gently smiled as he slowly caressed your cheek, placing a stray piece of hair behind your ears. You didnât notice how your hair freed from the carefully crafted bun when you were dancing.
You slowly turned your head towards where your father was standing, but Jungkooks fingers quickly stopped your movements, tilting your head back facing him. âEyes on me, little rulerâ he quietly murmured while caressing your cheek one last time before slowly stepping around you.
His body stood right behind you, you could feel his breath on your shoulder, just as goosebumps made themselves known across your skin.
You tilted your head, when his hands gathered your hair and put it over one of your shoulders. Subconsciously you straightened your back once your shoulder blades came in contact with his chest.
You felt the necklace before you saw it, the heavy jewel resting on your collarbones chilled your skin, while it weighted your neck â it was heavier than your crown.
Once you hear the necklace clique in its place, you draw your fingers around the diamonds, the sharp corners of the stones digs in your fingertips. Jungkook steps around you to look at the diamonds around your neck, he hums in acknowledgment, with glinting eyes.
Your eyes meet in a silent confrontation, and you know he sees the panic behind your own, you are clueless how to act, this is no simple gift one would give on a celebration. Around your neck lies the blood and chains his Kingdom bestowed upon yours.
Jungkook is no fool, you have known him ever since childhood, you have basically grown up together, so why on earth does he act clueless when you shoot him panicked gazes?
âThe jewels suit your skin colour well, Princess. Might I even say, is seems as though they have been crafted especially for you.â Jungkooks voice awakens you from your frozen state, and youâre reminded of hundreds of eyes that are boring into your figures.
So, you do what you have been trained for, you force a smile and play the role of a dutiful and strong princess, even though every sense of your body is screaming at you to get away from the whole situation.
âThank you, Prince Jungkook, for yourâŚâ your voice trails off as you lightly touch the necklace once more, trying to figure out how to best name the terror he presented you in the name of a gift, âfor your generous gift. You have managed to catch me at a loss of words, I am surely not deserving of such an important present.â You forcefully laughed, hoping that no one noticed the horror behind your words.
âIt looks like you are not the only one at a loss of words.â Jungkook looked at the crowd with a mischievous smirk adorning his lips. Now you know for a fact that heâs playing some sort of a twisted game with you.
âWell of course, one doesnât get to see such a beautiful jewel every day.â You come in help to the crowd, their visibly tense figures relaxing at your words, laughing along your âjokeâ to seem nonchalant. Although their nervous gazes betray their nerves raging through their own system.
Only now you notice how the music stopped, the truth being, everyone in this room is as scared as you feel. You turned towards the orchestra and with a smile loudly proclaimed, âIt is a beautiful necklace indeed. I am assured itâs beauty would excel with some nice melody accompanying it.â
The band quickly got your message and started to play some tune once more. You managed to breath a sigh of relief, as you mentally crossed the thin ice on the lake. The ballroom slowly awakening from its frozen state.
But your relief is short lived, Jungkook cleared his throat behind you, urging you to look at him once more, only to be met with his stretched-out palm. You slowly turned towards him, as he stepped closer to you.
You know what he is about to ask of you, and you know even more so that you are prohibited to accept his offer. The first dance of the night is always reserved to the ruler of the Kingdom â your father. Its breach is not only unheard of, but also frowned upon.
You look at him with desperation coating your eyes, he knows how important this tradition is for every monarchy, yet still he asks of you to break it.
âPrincess, would you give me the honour?â you are screaming every profanity in your mind at him, how, or rather why is he asking this of you?
Once he is a mere step away from you, you manage to whisper quietly enough so he is the only one able to hear you, âJungkook, what are you doing?â
He doesnât answer you; he has intentionally put you in a seesaw once again â either you refuse him, and publicly humiliate his Kingdom, therefore damaging your alliance, or you agree, and show the utmost disrespect to your own father and people.
Tomorrowâs newspapers flash in your mind, âhow the princess managed to ruin the carefully crafted union between the two opposing monarchies in one dayâ or even âthe princesses loyalty lies in a Kingdom not her own â where did it all go wrong?â.
You searched for your father in the crowd, only to be met with his scowling face. You watched how he murmured something under his breath and shook his head with squinted eyes just before turning around and leaving the ballroom.
At that moment your realised, you donât have a choice, the decision has been made disregards to you. And yet, you will be the one thatâs responsible for it tomorrow.
With a final breath, you take Jungkooks hand. For the love of Gods, may tomorrowâs clash be dealt with later.
Now, you and Jungkook have danced a lot when you were young, you might even say that you enjoyed it. But as his cold fingertips graze your skin, and he leads you in circles around the ballroom, you canât deny it feels like the biggest test of your life.
He doesnât break your eye contact, and the light that shines from them gifts you puzzle pieces of his thoughts; they scream of how proud he is, the happiness and confidence behind that devilish smile is undeniable.
And yet all that you can think of is how you wish that was your father in front of you. In a singular night Jungkook has gotten you in more trouble than you have managed to cause in the duration of your life.
The hundreds of flashes all around you doesnât escape you, their presence overpowering your confidence, and you feel yourself sinking in shame of your wrongdoings. But Jungkook catches your divided focus, before you are even able to turn towards the cameras.
You feel the ground escaping you before you even notice his actions, in a mere second, he lowers your body in a dip to the ground, and all you are able to do, is catch his shoulders as close to you as possible in fear of falling.
You look up at him breathless from the sudden dance move, your bodies emerged together like one, limbs overlapping one another as you find his face a mere breath away. And all you see looking up is his playful smile, how the corners of his lips tremble, trying to hold in his laugh.
The pinkish-red hue colouring their surface, as he slowly bites his lower lip, eyes analysing each of your features â your heaving chest that is pressed skin-to-skin with his own, your hands clenching his shoulders closer to you, and eyes looking up at him with an innocent spark.
It seems like hours of you looking at each other, while in reality it wasnât more than a couple of seconds. His gaze always rooted you to the spot, doesnât matter how happy or satisfied he is, he has a certain look that makes it hard for you to breathe, awaiting his next movement as a sign of freedom.
And he adorned that particular gaze right now, making it impossible to look away from him, even as your brain started to slowly catch up to the hundreds of eyes on you, while you laid in the arms of a man.
Before you are able to utter a word, Jungkook pulls your bodies back up, and resumes the dance around the ballroom. Your legs feel stoic, as you tried to catch up to his moves, now all you can do is thank the wine flowing through your veins, otherwise the cold stares and unforgiving tomorrow would have frozen your body in the middle of the ballroom.
You felt his fingers drawing random shapes on the corset of your dress, as he unnoticeably slowly drawled your body closer to his, and suggestively whispered, âShall we make some headlines for tomorrow?â
As if the headline list isnât filled for tomorrow, and if you were to guess, most of them related to him. But as you decipher his suspicious suggestion, you rose your eyebrow in question, still annoyed by his previous endeavours.
But he doesnât answer you, instead your body jerked in a rapid movement, as his legs started to move twice as fast as they previously did. You managed to tighten your grip on his shoulder once again, hoping that you donât accidentally step on his foot and make a fool of yourself.
You quietly shouted in surprise, as Jungkook leads your bodies so close to the sea of people, that the crowd startled stepped away, you watched how some men spilled drinks on their jackets, or even worse â how one clumsy man fell over his feet in hurry.
You couldnât help but to chuckle at their actions, how they shot you an unimpressed look, while huffing to themselves. You felt Jungkooks chest vibrate, as he also looked at the awkward men. You slowly relaxed your body, as Jungkook spun your bodies around faster and faster, until the whole of the room became a colourful blur.
The colours, people and music blended into the background, and all you could see was Jungkooks smiling face in front of you. At this point, you had no clue what your body was doing or how your feet were moving, as you let yourself be led by his strong arms.
You quietly exclaimed as Jungkook twirled you around the dance floor, the weight of your dress making it impossible to stop the action. Even though you were afraid to fall, as your unstable feet stumbled into one another every couple seconds, the movements made your body feel alive.
You could feel the warm embrace of lights from the chandelier, how your dress led your body like wind, Jungkooks hand strongly holding your own â but all too soon you crashed into his chest, as the song slowly ended.
The crowds faces mixed in aw and surprise, but all you could do was laugh, as some of the presidents and politicians mumbled something in disapproval while tidying the spilled wine on their clothes.
You looked back at Jungkook, who hadnât stopped smiling even for a second during the last half an hour âThis doesnât change anything, you owe me an explanation.â You murmured only to his ears with a raised finger, and slowly bowed to the awaiting crowd.
Jungkook knew that his actions would need explanation, and yet as he watched you go back into the crowd with a glass of wine in hand and, most importantly, the black diamonds around your neck â heâs satisfied. At least now, even if he wonât be needing it, he has a back-up plan.
You looked around the crowd while sipping wine, after the official first dance of the night, others went to the dance floor as well. The ballroom was alive, but after todayâs events you canât deny that you are tired.
In a gulp you finished your entire glass, while catching a waiter to get another one. The celebration was in full spring, but the mix of standing in high heels, wine and the thought of your angry father soon leads you to the door. You deem the time reasonable enough to leave the party, and even more so â at this stage you doubt that someone would notice that youâre gone.
The air outside of the ballroom is chilly, but at least finally youâre able to freely breathe. Jungkooks actions, mixed with hundreds of eyes, left you walking on a thin ice. You massaged your head concluding that you need to find your father, he must be mad, and with a reason.
You have no clue how to apologise for Jungkooks behaviour, the gift and taking away fathers first dance â a simple apology surely wonât fix it. The last thing you wanted to do on your birthday, was to fall out with your father, and for this you whole heartedly blame Jungkook.
Before you are able to turn to fatherâs wing, a hand on your shoulder stops your movements, you quickly turn around only to find the reason of your headache in front of you.
âWhat are you doing here?â Jungkook tilts his head as he looks over where you were going, but youâre only able to scoff at him, as you shrug off his hand from your shoulder and continue to walk towards your fatherâs room.
âTo fix what you caused.â You shout over your shoulder, only to turn your head and find Jungkook right beside you. He was already shooting you an inquisitive look, while you yelped in surprise. He sure walks quiet.
âWhat are you going to say to him?â Jungkook places his hand over your wine glass, so it doesnât spill over your dress while you try to calm down your breathing.
âI havenât thought that far,â you shoot him a disapproving look as he continues to follow you, âProbably that you were drunk and didnât realise what you were doing.â
âYour father knows very well that I hold my drinks well, he wonât believe you.â Jungkooks tsks with a shake of his head.
âFine, that you thought that we already had our first dance.â Jungkook laughs besides you, âThat most certainly wonât work, he saw how I was near you the entire evening.â
You stop and look at him, today of all days he managed to annoy you more than in the past years. But then again, you are going to your father to apologise for his actions, while he is standing in front of you doing nothing more than getting on your nerves without giving the actual reason of his actions.
You poke him on his chest, âMr. Know it all, why donât you do it? I donât have to apologise for your actions, be a big boy, and deal with it.â
âIâm not bothering him today, perhaps tomorrow. His wrath isnât something I look forwards to.â
You watch how Jungkook single-mindedly shrugs his shoulders, as if he bears no worries in mind. But you canât deny that he is probably right, speaking to him tomorrow does seem more appealing, when his anger has at least somewhat calmed down.
But his satisfied face only increases your annoyance, and as of right now you are done with him, no additional fights nor disagreements seems like your best choice. Going back to your room and burrowing yourself under covers to escapes tomorrowâs problems seem more and more appealing.
âFine, good night.â You copy his nonchalant shrug, but before you are able to go back to your room, Jungkook catches your hand and starts leading you the opposite way.
âYou still havenât told me how today went, Iâm very intrigued in your discussions with neighbouring rulers.â He looked over his shoulders as he led you somewhere unknown.
âJungkook, I want to go to my bedchambers. We can talk tomorrow, then you can explain your behaviour as well.â You manage to sigh as he pulls you closer to him, so both of you walk side to side.
âSure, weâll go there as well, but before that~â he stops at the kitchens door and opens it while gesturing for you to go in.
You hope that he understands from your gaze alone how over his charade you are. You hold his gaze for a while, waiting for him to let you be, but his smile doesnât bother, and you know he will not quit it.
You shake your head, as you go into the kitchen with one last disapproving glare. The room is secluded, even the sounds from the ballroom are muted, you watch how Jungkook goes around you to the fridge and takes out a plate of snacks and a bottle of wine.
âI have concluded that some late-night snacks are a must after pointless talks and obnoxious politicians.â Jungkook puts the food on the nearby table and pulls out a chair gesturing for you to come closer.
The snacks on the table invited you to come closer, after dancing and who knows how many empty glasses, your eyes zeroed on the table, previous fatigue forgotten. âHow did you even manage to get in? They shoo me away whenever they see me close by.â You mumbled as you sat on the open chair.
âI would like to think the chef has a sweet spot for me.â Jungkooks opened up the wine bottle as you grabbed one of the pastries, âThe number of times he helped me bake cookies for you must have been good for something.â
You giggle while munching on the sweets; when you were children, you realised that Jungkook had never done even as much as cut a vegetable, let alone cook anything. So, you took it upon yourself to drag Jungkook to the kitchen and charm the staff with puppy eyes and angelic smiles to let you in.
You made it a tradition to bake cookies whenever Jungkook came by, but it took one unlucky accident resulting in you crying with a bleeding finger for the chef to never let you step a foot in the kitchen. But Jungkook somehow managed to enchant the staff to still let him in, as he had a tendency to bake you cookies on your birthday.
âI have a heavy suspicion that you have always been his favourite.â Jungkooks laughs as he shakes his head, âYour people love you. Although I must say, if one of your subjects donât view me as a soul reaper â Iâll take it.â
âWell, if you tried to smile once in a while, Iâm sure they wouldnât be as scared.â His tendency to have a blank face has been noticed by everyone and judging by how Jungkook shakes his head and puts his palms up, he knows it as well.
âDuring the past hour I have smiled more than this year, so I dare to disagree.â That brings out a solid point, he has been smiling more than usual, although this time for the wrong reasons entirely.
âAbout that, some explanations would be appreciated.â You touch the necklace that was still weighting your neck, âAbout what?â Jungkooks tone alone screamed ignorance, as he poured you both a glass of wine.
You were about to reply, but in the middle of pouring you a glass, he looks up for no more than a second. You recognise that gaze, the quick movement, and clenched jaw. He is nervous.
âNecklace, first danceâŚâ you quietly answer while watching his movements, only to be met with his own calculative gaze. He doesnât answer you for a while, probably hoping that you will interrupt the silence and move on.
But he showed you his true emotions, even if it was only for a second and you refuse to back down until you get your answer.
You get comfortable and take your glass, and Jungkook gets your memo. He drums his fingers on the table and finally answers, âI wanted to do something special.â
âIn that you succeeded indeed. A war weapon from the opposing Kingdom is hard to beat.â You clique your glass with his, while he looks at you with a smirk and a risen eyebrow.
âIf opposing countries rulers sit by the same table and drink wine while eating pastries, I do believe that world peace is just around the corner.â
You stare at him unimpressed; he is once again changing the subject while simultaneously minimalizing the impact of his doings. Â
âYou canât actually think that I would come here on your celebration of age with some flowers and chickens.â He finishes his glass in a gulp and pours wine in both of your cups.
âWhy not? You know that I donât expect anything from you.â
âReagan, everyone knows that youâre my girl. That would never happen in million years. And thereâs nothing more special that I could have given you than~â he points at your neck while drinking his wine, âIt is specifically given to Jeon family.â
Your mind zeroed on his first sentence. Everyone knows that you are my girl. Now you looked at him with unmasked bewilderment, laughter leaving your lips before your mind was even able to make a comprehensive sentence.
âI wasnât aware that my title has changed. From the future Queen to your girl, that is quite a reach.â The thought alone is ridiculous, the number of rumours both of you have been tied to is astronomical.
âWe should probably do something about it, otherwise itâs getting out of hand.â Jungkook hums in response with a glint in his eyes.
âAgree, the next time we need to proclaim that we are happily married with two children.â
âHmm, the oldest a girl, I have always liked the name Ivy.â you point out, playing along with him.
âAnd the youngest a boy, Roy, in honour of our favourite chef, who surely puts love potions in his cookies.â You shake your head in amusement as you watch him laugh. You grab a pastry from the plate and stuff it in his mouth as he continues to chuckle while munching on the sweet.
Mindless banters was up your forte, as much as you donât want to admit it, you are glad that Jungkook forced you to spend the rest of the evening with him, otherwise you would have gone to your room, overthought your every move and wrongdoing at todayâs events. Whereas now you are laughing with your closest friend, drinking wine, and forgetting about everything that is wrong with the world.
You are sure that your joy fills the whole room, candle lights dance around Jungkooks face with each of his movements, and your mind feels calm as you see the flames reflection in his eyes.
So, it wasnât a big surprise when your seemingly seconds long banter was interrupted by a staff member.
You both turn to the door to see the unexpected visitor, the poor maid frozen in the aisle. Only now you notice how dark the sky had turned, it seems like your joyous banter turned into an hourâs long rendezvous.
You straighten your back and sit properly on the chair, somewhere in between laughs your elbows touched on the tables surface from the close proximity. You clear your throat realizing how improper you must look to the maid.
But before you manage to apologise to her, Jungkook dismisses the poor woman with a harsh âoutâ, before turning to you and continuing your previous topic. Your head snaps to him in surprise, the womanâs trembling voice echoing through the kitchen, âMy deepest apologies Your Grace, Your Highness. I was not aware of your presence in the kitchen, excuse me for my mistake.â
Before the woman manages to escape the room, you quickly go in tow, to minimalize Jungkooks crudity, âNo need to apologise, we made an unexpected visit. You surely have more important business here than we do. We were already leaving.â
You get up from the chair, the aftermath of the two empty wine bottles on the table settling in. You catch your footing as the image before you slowly pulsates.
The maid keeps apologising from the door aisle, so you send her a quick smile to dismiss her worries. A bad decision on your part, the quick movements only making your vision blurrier.
Jungkook clicks his tongue from his seat but doesnât argue, but as he gets up from the chair, you see the light tremble of his own legs, you didnât even notice how much you had drunk, till the serenity was interrupted.
Jungkook turns to the fridge and grabs another bottle. Once you send him an inquisitive look, he shrugs his shoulders while storing the bottle in his - now scrunched - jacket pocket.
âI have always been envious of menâs pockets.â Your jealous stare continues to follow Jungkook as he steps out of the door, but not before he sends another glare to the maid. You push him out of the door with a shake of your head, the nerve this man possesses is something else.
âHave a nice evening and do get some rest!â you point at the perplexed woman, her stare burning in your temple, as you wave her goodbye and go back to Jungkook.
The door slowly closes behind you, the soft thud signalising of you being left alone. âThat was fun.â You mumble once you start progressing towards your personal wing.
Jungkook hums besides you to the soft echoes of the music from the ballroom. You giggle as he takes your hand in his and starts swinging it side to side. You turn your head towards him, and the whole world seems to go in slow-motion.
His hair is a mess, strands sticking in every way possible, and you are probably at fault for that, as your drunk self-thought it would be funny to mess with it, as Jungkook laughed while trying to hide his head in his arms.
Every sensation feels more intrusive; your limbs are burdensome, pulling you down as if the whole gravity is tied to your shoulders, the music moves your body to its rhythm without you even noticing, your hips swinging to the music, and the corset around your torso smothering you breathless.
But worse of all â your heels digging holes in your soles.
Every step feels more painful than the previous one, hundreds of needles glued to your feet. So, to no surprise to anyone, you tug Jungkooks hand to a stop, and bend down to your shoes.
The darkness of the hallway doesnât help you, as only the sole candles on the walls light up the space, you quietly curse as your fumbling fingers get entangled in your fluffy dress, nor the beginning, nor the end of it being visible.
As youâre about to sit down on the floor to get better vision of the shoes, Jungkook tsks from besides you and soon after you feel his warm hands embrace your clumsy ones. Your eyes meet, as he lowers his body to a kneeling position in front of you.
âLet me.â He whispers as your hair falls messily in front of your eyes. You are taken aback by your proximity, his eyes sparkling in shades of adoration and hints of wilderness, that makes you giggle in wonder.
You shake your head as you feel Jungkooks comforting hands around your ankle. He doesnât break your eye contact, while undoing your shoestrings, his own eyes committing each and every of your movements, following your lip quirks as his warm hands tickle your sensitive skin.
You blame the alcohol entirely for your feelings, but as Jungkook slowly untangles your feet from the shoe and takes it in his hands to slowly massage it, it would be a futile attempt to blame the alcohol for your accelerating heartbeat.
Your balance mixed with a couple of bottles of wine fails you, your body vibrates from sensations all around you, and the world seems a bit blurrier and warmer than usual. You donât notice your head spinning, until you catch yourself on Jungkooks shoulders.
Although the act is an ordinary movement, the worlds spins in different directions right now, and with no control of yourself, you giggle while caging Jungkooks body below you. Thank the god everyone is having fun at the party, as you worry that the visual, they would be met with now, would be highly misleading â
Jungkooks head lightly pressed on your breasts, and his hands under your dress.
The whole situation is laughable, and you do just that â laugh. You hear Jungkook asking if everything is all right, but all you manage is a shake of your head in between the fits of giggles.
Jungkook slowly puts your shoes on the floor, and the blurry smile he gifts you from below makes your heart swoon in adoration. Both of you look drunk, that much you can decipher as Jungkook looks at you with his love-filled and disoriented gaze.
Ever since you met as children, you have spent every single one of your birthdays together â it didnât matter if Jungkook had somewhere different to be, or if his father required him to be somewhere different, he was always here. You donât even want to know how Jungkook had to bargain with him to be by your side, but whatever price it may be, he never complained. Only smiled and gifted you baskets of pastries.
Perhaps the years you have spent together came to play, as the love you feel for him is amplified by each of your previous drinks, but you donât want the words to fall dead in your heart once more. So, you lightly whisper, while balancing your weight on his shoulders,
âThank you for being here.â The words may seem simple, but the silence and tilt of head alone expresses that he understood what you mean.
Jungkook takes your hand from his shoulders and gives it a kiss, while standing up with your shoes in his other hand.
âCome hereâ Jungkook pulls you closer and hangs his arm around your middle, while guiding you to your room.
Cold tiles against your feet calm your spinning world, as you let him lead you wherever. You know that the evening has come to an end, and although it has brought way more problems than planned, you selfishly donât want it to end.
His hands around your torso feel more comforting than you could have imagined, and the fights tomorrowâs sunrise will bring, makes you want to stop the time and hide in this moment forever.
But the flickering candles against the walls and gold embroider around the aisle of your wing, speaks loud and clear that the unwelcome goodbye has arrived.
You sober your mind enough to distance yourself away from Jungkook, his disagreeing gaze going amiss to you.
Guards welcome you in front of your wing, standing firm and tall in their position. You murmur a âGood eveningâ as you quickly move past them towards your bedroom. You feel Jungkook following in tow, his energy speaking louder than his frame â even if you donât see him, you feel his presence behind you.
You stop in front of your door, two more guards greeting you with a bow of their heads. You look back at Jungkook, his gaze already awaiting you.
You donât want to say goodnight, the night seems too young and sweet to finish already. And the least you want to do, is to farewell Jungkook under the stares of the guards. Judging by Jungkooks own awaiting gaze, you know that he wonât accept such an option.
âI think you should accompany your colleagues at the entrance of the wing. There are guests roaming around the palace, and me and Jungkook have already arrived, so nothing to guard here.â You turn back to the guards, and with a nod of their heads, they turn to leave.
But before they manage to exit your peripheral vision, you call after them âAnd do be so kind and tell the maids to not awaken me tomorrow, I wish to get a full rest after todayâs eventsâ
You watch how their bodies become smaller with each second, till you canât see them no more. You turn to Jungkook and catch his gaze with a smile and tilt of your head.
âSo, this is it?â You smile while resting your back on the door. The cold surface relaxes your body, and you miss how Jungkook takes a step closer to you.
âUnfortunately, it seems so,â he positions his body in front of you, resting his side on the door as well, âI have to admit, today was even better than I imagined.â
âDo you have such small hope in me?â You gasp, and jokingly punch him.
âIn that youâre mistaken,â Jungkook catches your hand, âI have the highest expectations of you, but to my surprise, you always manage to exceed them.â He takes your hand in his own, and massages your fingers, while holding your gaze.
You smile at his words, feeling all warm and cosy from his undertone compliment. âIâm afraid that the night has come to an end.â
âItâs the end only when we say so.â
âGoodnight, Jungkook.â You give him a wry smile with a shake of your head.
Jungkook kisses your hand, and murmurs âGoodnight, little rulerâ
The silence lasts, as none of you move first. His fingers still play with your own, and your face beams as he relaxes his head against the door, not moving away from you.
âYou know youâre resting against the door handle, right?â you mess with him, and he sighs with a smile of his own.
âYou want to get rid of me so badly, hm?â Jungkook gives another kiss to your hand, as he throws a questioning brow your way, and steps closer to you.
You watch how he moves closer to you, until you are a breath away from one another. He moves a wild strand of hair away from your face and leans closer. Your breath catches as you see every detail of his face, the way his eyelashes flutter and eyes wrinkle in a smile.
You donât dare to move, as his lips press against your cheek, and you close your eyes as he stays couple of seconds pressed against you. His hair tickle your cheekbone, and you conclude that you have never smelt his fragrance so vividly â you are sure that the smell of fresh morning dusk and hints of peppermint will mark your body from this day onwards.
In the back of your mind, you hear your shoes dropping to the floor, but the thought vanishes as his hands cradle your face, and you slowly open your eyes once you feel his breath on your lips. You donât doubt that this is the most beautiful scenery you have ever seen. This moment will forever stain your dreams, and at this point it doesnât matter which is the brightest paint â the alcohol clouding your senses, or his soul wrapped around your heart.
You caress his jawline, feeling his heartbeat behind his hard armour. No one could deny that this moment is impossible to capture in a painting, the colours on the canvas splattering in messy flurry of emotions and figures blurrier than recognisable.
But as beautiful as it feels, the dark voice in your mind, that screams for you to get away into territory more recognisable, slowly takes over. This canât be right, no matter how safe and sacred this moment feels â no matter how his hands touching your skin feels, this canât be right.
With one last look at his sparkling eyes and caress of his soft cheek, you sneak your hand around him and open the door.
âIâll see you tomorrow.â you slowly kiss his cheek and whisper in his ear. You canât look at him, as you step around him into your room. Cold air greets you yet the warmth from his touch still burns underneath your skin. Candles slowly burn their last breath, softly illuminating the solitary room.
You turn around to close your door, only to be met with Jungkooks body staring you down from the aisle. âIâm closing the door now.â You smile and start to slowly close the door.
âIâm offended, I never thought youâre the kind of a person, to shut doors in peoples faces.â
âOnly in special cases Prince Jeonâ you giggle and watch how Jungkook moves closer to the door, as the gap becomes smaller.
âAm I a special case then?â you laugh as you conclude that he is indeed a special one. Prince or not, he stands in front of a woman and begs for another minute with her. You shake your head, if only the public would see him like this, perhaps they wouldnât call him the devil in the hiding.
âYouâre the finest case, Jungkook. Goodnight.â
Jungkook gifts you his mischievous grin and leans in to give you one last kiss on the cheek. You feel how he slowly departs from your skin and whispers âDream of me, little rulerâ.
With a one last flick on his forehead, you push him out of your room and shut the door in his face. You can hear him giggling on the other side, and all you can manage is to turn around and take a look at your bedroom.
The silence in your room, enables you to hear your own heartbeat pulsating in your ears. Today was a lot, and all you wished for was to be alone, but now that you are â the stillness that surrounds you churns your chest, and the cold room chills the tickling nerves dancing on your skin.
The heavy feeling in your body didnât vanish either, your surroundings dragging you down with it. The shadows in the corner seem to grow with each second passing by, and the flickering light of the candles only stem to remind you, that you are all alone.
You donât think when you turn around and march towards your door, you donât know what youâre expecting to see, or what youâre planning on doing, but you donât want to be alone.
You didnât need to overthink it, as evidently you arenât the only one with such a thought â you are met with Jungkooks form resting on the wall next to your door. He turns his head towards you, and all you manage to whisper, âWould you like to come in?â
His face morphs from surprise to a dreamy smile. You both are out of it, you â clutching the door, for some sense of stability, him â looking at you with a deprived gaze and messy hair.
He doesnât speak, but he takes your clenched hand in his, and marches inside of your room in a fast pace, you barely managing to close the door behind you.
He stops in the middle of your room, your hand still in his, and asks, âWhy did you change your mind?â he tilts his head and looks at you behind him. You stare at him for a moment; him standing in your room at almost midnight feels right, the flickering lights no longer seem threating, rather comforting.
The knowledge that no one knows he is here, and all the secrets and obscure whispers will stay in this room, makes the quiet night oh, so more appealing.
Loudly expressing that you felt an unfavourable sense of loneliness and coldness deprives itself from your options, so you step closer to him, and rest your head on the back of his shoulder, âYou still have a full bottle of vine, donât you?â you sneak your hand around his back, reaching towards his jacket pocket to derive the bottle, but before youâre able to, his hand catches your own.
âIf you wish to embrace me, little ruler, all you have to do is ask. How could I ever refuse such a demand?â your hands are caged around his body, he moves his face closer to your own, and traces patterns with his nose on your cheek.
âMy turn to embrace you, little one.â He releases your hand on top of his chest, and firmly grabs your chin. You feel his grip urging you to come around him, towards his front, and you mindlessly follow his directions, till you find yourself embraced in his warmth. Â
His hands hover over your cheeks, not fully touching your skin, yet the warmth pulsates in waves, teasing you. You lean in towards his touch, his growing smile only acknowledging you successfully following his silent commands.
You caress his cheek, the soft skin beneath your fingertips glides smooth like silk. You watch his reaction, as you let your fingers explore his face, how he flutters his eyes shut once your fingers draw the outlines of his lips.
You allow yourself to slowly caress over his lips, feel how soft the warm pillows are beneath your fingertips. You donât notice when you step closer to Jungkook, the movement previously seemed impossible, but here you are â pressed against his chest, him holding your cheek and you caressing his lips.
In the back of your mind, you know that this is wrong, not only because he is supposed to be your Kingdoms enemy, but also because he is your friend. But you canât stop yourself and lean in closer to his warmth, chasing after the patterns you have drawn on his skin.
Youâre close enough to feel his breath against your face, a whisper away to let your lips mould together. But before youâre able to take the next step, Jungkook frowns and with a sigh rests his forehead against yours.
You look at him with a mild surprise, did he not want this? Did you step out of line? But the frown on his face screams that it pains him to do so. You watch how he takes your hand away from his face and kisses it all over.
âJungkook?â You question him when he drops your hand and steps away from you, youâre not sure what to even ask him, the empty words and uncertainty in your voice self-explanatory.
He doesnât answer you, but walks around your room looking for something, and takes out the bottle from his jacket.
âLittle one, where do you keep your glassware? The vine wonât empty by itself.â He exclaims an âahaâ, once he opens your cupboard and finds what he was seeking for.
You clumsily step forward to him, the possibility of you making him uncomfortable still fresh in your mind. You stand in front of him not knowing what to do â can you touch him, or will he slap your hand away?
In your longer than decade friendship, he has never denied you any contact, and now the possibility of you spoiling what you both have so delicately woven stands in front of you like a brick wall.
âIâm sorryâ you mumble as your brain keeps going haywire. That takes his attention away from the bottle in his hands. He sharply looks at you, and you realize, that perhaps you donât want to know what it is, he is thinking of.
The look that he gives you is not one full of pleasantries. His jaw is clenched, hair falling in front of his eyes, eyes that look close to black in the dimmed environment. You stop breathing for the whole of the couple of seconds he looks at you.
The fire that blooms in his eyes both literally from the candles and figurately churns the remaining oxygen in your lungs. You are lightheaded, the alcohol still burning through your veins and the tension spinning you in waves of heat.
You donât know if heâs angry at you, but the fierce look on his face scars you, and with the last remains of self-composure you whisper once again, âIâm sorryâ.
Jungkook whips his head away from you, and stares at his hands, with a tsk he pops the bottle open and fills the glasses.
âThereâs nothing to apologize for, little oneâ, he screws the bottle shut and looks at you, âBut you donât know what youâre doing.â
Perhaps the sentence would have been your savior from another burden of tomorrow, but all that your haze filled mind could comprehend, is the non-existent challenge in his words.
Hot-headed you step in his personal space, and firmly state, âBut I doâ. You say it so assertively, that you would have believed it yourself, but your lifelong friendship comes in to play, as Jungkook looks at you with a gaze, that you could only gift a precious child.
And somehow that infuriates you even more.
Before you manage to say more, Jungkook puts one of the wine cups in your hand, and lovingly strokes your hair. You contemplate throwing the liquid in his face, but the annoying star-struck gaze is back on his face, and much to your own regret, even in your floating state, he still has a soft spot in your heart.
âYou, Mr. know it all, donât know what youâre saying.â You mumble as you sip your wine.
âDonât I now?â you shake your head, while taking another sip.
âLittle one, do tell then, isnât this the first time you have gotten tipsy? Or if you have done as much as even kiss someone?â he caresses your cheek once more, and you whole heartedly declare, that the reasoning behind your cheeks warming, is in fact the alcohol in your cup and not the devilishly handsome man in front of you. Â
âNo, in fact it isnât!â you wide-eyed proclaim. Be it the white lies that spill from your lips, you choose to look over how your voice rises. Well, technically you could count your first kiss being when you were 10, playing âhouseâ with Jungkook and getting married under a barely standing self-made fort. But details donât count now, or do they...?
Anxiously you take a gulp from your glass, watching over the rim how Jungkook disapprovingly shakes his head and leans closer, âLying doesnât suit you, little one.â He whispers in your ear, and tips your glass higher till the liquid spills and drips down the corners of your lips and trickles on your neck.
You donât manage to react, before Jungkook apologizes with a smirk and leans towards your neck. You donât understand what he is doing, until you feel his lips against your neck.
The sudden sensation catches you off-guard, the feeling previously inexperienced penetrating your system. You feel his wet muscle massaging your neck, and slowly going lower, following the sinful red trails on your chest.
The motion of his tongue sends waves of shivers down your back, and you feel each of his movements distinctly on your skin. The light graze of his teeth as he slowly sucks your skin free of the liquid that taints his untouched canvas.
He scrapes your skin enough for chills to overtake your body, but lightly enough for you to press closer to him, seeking for something-anything more. He moves lower and lower towards your cleavage, and the trail of saliva left behind his lips cools your body, yet his body heat quickly empowers, and you feel his hot breath tainting your skin.
He grazes his teeth over your cleavage, and youâre not sure weather to reprimand your maids for choosing a dress with such a bold cut, or thank them, as you feel Jungkookâs tongue dancing in circles over your breasts. He kisses your skin till the outline of your dress, and with a harsher bite awakens you from your dream-like state.
The gravity seems to have forgotten you, as the cup falls from your hands and Jungkook supports your waist, once your knees buckle beneath you. But that doesnât stop his task, only encourages him, as his lips press harder, and teeth sinks deeper in your skin.
Your breath hitches as Jungkook moves upwards to the junction of your jaw, and your hands find their home in his hair, pressing him closer, not allowing him to breathe, as he ravishes the canvas beneath him.
He licks a stripe over your jawline, and you bite your lips to quiet the sighs that dare to escape you. You feel his thumb press against your mouth, overpowering the pressure and resting itself against your tongue.
Jungkook harshly sucks on your neck, and you bite down on his finger. His touch overwhelms your inexperienced mind, and you quietly cry out under his touch, every sensation seeming twice as much.
You feel Jungkookâs breath against your cheek, and you drunkenly open your eyes, to find him mere centimeters away from your lips, watching how they contract over his finger, and plush out under the pressure.
He slowly removes his thumb from your lips, and rests his own just besides yours â touching, but not intervening. âLetâs make one thing clear, little oneâ his breath fans over your skin, as he tries to catch his breath, âThis body is created for me, and this soulâ he presses his hands against your chest, âis merged from mine.â
âNever again will I hear you spew such lies, Reaganâ he detaches his face from your cheek, and cherishes your face in his hands.
He looks at you with raw determination and passion, and at this point he could say anything, and you would agree with him. His proximity, his touch and eyes make you feel drunk, and you canât focus on anything, except how his lips press together with each syllable he pronounces. Â
His lips have never before looked so plush and soft, as if made from silk and filled with cotton. You merely shake your head, as his words go over your head â your only focus being the pink prize in front of you.
Oh, what would you do to feel his lips against your own. Lick the sweetness off of them and mold them to your own. But as much as you want to do that, you have no clue what youâre doing.
So, you do the only thing that youâre able to do; you lean closer till your lips are divided by less than a centimeter. And as much as youâd like to close the space, you know that you canât. You look up and meet Jungkookâs eyes.
The raw vulnerability mixed with unsatisfied desire in his eyes makes you sigh, and all you can do is hope that this isnât the first time ever, he chooses to deny your wants.
And he doesnât
His lips overcome the space between yours, and you feel him outlining your lips with his own, his breath mixes with your own. And in no time, he molds your lips together.
At this moment, it feels just right, even if you donât know what to do under the light pressure he applies to your lips. You let your body wander free, and slowly replicate his movements. He sucks your lower lip into his own, and his hand finds itâs place in your hair, lightly pulling on your scalp, and by reflex you move your head upwards, gifting him an opportunity to slide his tongue over your own.
He massages your tongue, applying and decreasing the pressure, and you let him take control, slowly following his lead. He suckles on your tongue, and you lowly moan, and his lips capture every sound that you release.
Jungkook detaches your lips, and moves towards your neck, he bites the space, slowly moving towards the junction of your chest. You turn your head, to allow him more access, and grab his shoulders, as he presses you against the desk.
He draws delicious patterns over your skin, and you balance your hands against the desk, trying to find some sense of gravity in the clouded universe you have created. He kisses as much of your skin he can, and once he reaches the neckline of your dress, he bites and fights against it to acquire more space of your burning skin.
He licks a stripe in between your breasts and bites the flesh. Once you feel him feverishly sucking your bosom, your hands give out and you fall against the desk. Distinctly you hear something falling, but you canât be bothered as his lips continue their assault.
His hands trace the sides of your corset and moves lower to the skirt of the dress. He tries to pull the puffy material up, but the fabric barely moves, and you hear him hiss something against your skin.
Within a second he pulls you up and turns your back to his front. Lightheaded, you grab his hip for support, and Jungkook lowers himself to his knees, while kissing every surface of your skin he comes across to.
You turn your head to right and watch in the window reflection how he grabs the lace of your corset in his teeth, and hungrily unties the bow holding your dress in place with his tongue. Your breath hitches as he bites each of the strings on your lower back.
Cold air surfaces, as he continues to pull the corset open, but his feverish breath distributes against your skin, only serving to cause waves of heat. With the last string pulled free, your dress drops to your hips, allowing you to take a much-needed breath before Jungkook yanks it down.
You are left in your undergarments, and the cold air attacks your body, marking your skin with goosebumps. Jungkook torturously slowly drags his fingertips from your ankles upwards. Once he reaches your hips, he presses his nails into the skin, and you let out a sigh.
Jungkook turns you around and steals another kiss, while he grabs your buttocks and lifts your legs around his torso. You feel him moving, but the way he tickles your tongue with his own and massages your backside makes you lose yourself in this moment.
Once you feel your behind pressed against something cold, you open your eyes, only to find yourself on the edge of the desk, in front of the window. You press your legs closer together, urging Jungkook to come closer, but he shakes his head, and kisses up to your ear and whispers, âYouâre going to watch very closely,â he massages your inner tights and you let out a trembling breath, âand, Reagan,â he gives you a quick kiss, you reach out to deepen it, only for him to detach, âyou will learn what it means to be loved by a man.â
He gets on his knees and spreads your tights wide, now you understand what he meant by watching closely, you are positioned right in front of a window, and from this position you can see everything â your cheeks burn as you watch how he kisses closer to your center.
He bites on the junction of your thigh, and you forget to breathe once you feel his breath right over the place you churn for him the most. He gives a tentative lick over your undergarments, and the foreign feeling makes your hands tremble, and you catch yourself against the edge to hold on to your sanity.
Jungkook savors your taste, rolling his tongue over the flimsy material that divides him from your most intimate space. He has been dreaming of this day for years, and now that you are in his arms, trembling under his touch, it takes all of his self-control to prepare you for the night, that he will make sure you will never forget.
But even a person with the highest willpower has their limits, he canât stop himself from ripping away your bottoms. He doesnât wait for your reaction, only distinctly hears your outcry as he drags his tongue over your most sacred place. Your taste explodes on his tongue, and even he cannot hide away the pleasurable sounds from his chest.
You canât help but moan as you watch how Jungkook tickles your bud in circular motion, switching from quick laps to sucking. You grip anything in your way, once he circles his tongue around your opening, and teases your bud with a flick of his fingers.
The scene is sinful, and you fight to keep your eyes open, drowning in the view in front of you, but all it takes is to push his tongue inside of your walls, for your hands to completely give out and you fall against the desk, relinquishing the sensations you have never previously experienced.
Jungkook drags his tongue in and out, your body trembles, every sensation is new, divine, and oh, so powerful. Your hips awkwardly move against his tongue, chasing something more, but Jungkook presses them down, and sends you a disapproving gaze.
âLet me take care of you,â he kisses your lower lips, âjust let goâ. He slowly pushes in his finger, and sucks on your swollen bud, you donât even feel the pressure, your juices mixed with his saliva welcomes the additional stretch.
You feel him on you, inside of you, but somehow thatâs not enough. The bubbling sparks in your abdomen only serves to make you whine, needing something more. The pleasure is undeniable, you canât stop the strings of moans breaking through you, your hands are flying everywhere, nerves jittery, and subconsciously you know that you have gripped the lone documents that were lying on the table.
Jungkook replaces his tongue with his fingers and moves upwards your body. He sucks on every part of your flesh and discovers the brassiere that traps you from being completely naked in front of him. He drags his tongue in circles over the material, sucking on where he guesses your nipple is hiding.
The material sticks to your skin, as he moves to your other breast, cherishing it as much, as he did the previous one. His finger still thrusts in and out of you, and you feel your slick running down his fingers and your arse.
He seamlessly adds another finger, and your walls flutter around his muscle, adjusting to the added pressure. You are a moaning mess underneath him, and your hands scratch his scalp. You pull his hair, as Jungkook clasps your bra open with one hand.
You are under complete submission, and all you can do is cry out, when you simultaneously feel Jungkook adding another finger and biting on your left nipple, while massaging the other one.
You have never felt so full before, and your body is on fire, Jungkook scissors his fingers and draws shapes over your breasts. Once you feel his fingers expanding into a scissor motion, you are close to screaming. He brushes over a particularly delicious spot, and your legs tremble as the pleasure intensifies.
âJungkook, I-â you breathlessly start, tears threatening to escape you, and you shake trying to catch your footing back in the gravity. But Jungkook doesnât stop his motions, only adds more pressure. His thumb is still drawing circles over your clit, fingers knuckle deep in your walls, tickling your sweet spot. His mouth is on your breast, licking over the sensitive bud, while his hand is massaging your other breast.
Every sensation doubles by the previous one, and soon you find yourself curling in, trying to keep yourself together. Jungkook detaches from your sensitive mounds and grabs your jaw to face him.
He caresses your cheeks, and lightly pecks your nose. You open your eyes to look at him, you feel on the verge of explosion, and all you manage to do is cry out his name. He shushes you with a peck and lowly murmurs, âLet it go, sweetheartâ.
His words clique in your mind and are only certified when he kisses you deeply. You grab his cheeks and keep him close, as you let your body free, and allow yourself to climax against his fingers.
Your high-pitched moan is muffled by Jungkooksâ tongue. He continues to pump his fingers, as you slowly come back to the present. Your limbs feel heavy, muscles still compressing, the aftershock of your orgasm present. You caress Jungkooks hair, when you notice how heâs kissing every part of your face and chest.
âNice to have you back, loveâ Jungkook smiles when he notices your gaze on him.
You smile and lean closer for a kiss. Your mind feels numb, and everything seems perfect, you donât question Jungkook when he wraps his hands around you and carries you towards the bed.
He softly lays you on the bed, and before he manages to take another step, you push yourself to knees, and grab him by the hips. You are right in front of his crotch, and slowly look up. He smiles at your wonderous eyes and caresses your hair.
You reach for his shirt, and slowly start to unbutton it, keeping your gaze on him. Your breath tickles his abdomen, and his skin overcomes with chills. Encouraged you let your lips fall on his lower belly, kissing the skin and slowly moving upwards with each of the buttons popping open.
His hands move towards your head, massaging your scalp. And once you pop open the last button, you let your hands roam over his chest, takin note of every muscle and birth mark, the view never before seen.
You lean over and kiss where his heart is, you distinctively hear him hum, but the heat of his body takes your attention, how you can feel his heartbeat when your lips touch his skin.
Jungkook moves your face upwards, and passionately kisses you, his tongue pushes past your lips, and you let him take the lead, as he moves your jaw upwards and kisses you deeper.
The bed dips, as Jungkook sits next to you not breaking the kiss. His arms wrap around your middle, pulling you closer. He moves towards the bedâs backboard, and you detach your lips, and take the scene in front of you.
 He sits against the backboard, hair ruffled, and legs spread, shirt no where found and youâre able to see his tattoos up-close for the first time. His eyes are squinted, waiting for your next move, and once you see his lips slowly change to a smirk, you are compelled to move closer and capture them as your own.
Carefully you lift your leg over his hip, holding yourself over him, and kiss him once again. His hands massage your back, slowly moving lower, till they wrap around your butt. He presses you down, and your hips push against his crotch.
Your breath hitches over the harsh contact, Jungkook leads your hips in rolling motion, and you let yourself fall against his chest.
âJungkook,â you sigh out, lost in the sensation and body heat pressed against you. His hands still put pressure over your muscles, and you blissfully kiss the skin in front of your lips.
âReagan,â his voice sounds strangled, and a whine escapes you, the rough material over your most sensitive parts keeps adding the pressure in your lower belly, while withholding the needed release.
âI need moreâ you push yourself up and rest your head against Jungkooks, âplease touch me,â you push your lips against his, âkiss me, whatever, just-â
You let your hands sneak beneath his trousers, Jungkook puts his hands over your own, and in no time, you are both skin against skin, hands wrapped in each otherâs hair, sloppy kisses filling the room.
You feel his length pressed against you core, your slick allowing you to move freely against him. You shudder a breath once you feel his tip at your opening, and you make the first move, and slowly lower yourself against him.
You both moan in sync, his arms wrap around your body, holding you close. Each inch stretches your walls, but it isnât overpowering, slightly uncomfortable. The heat that blooms within you overrides the unfamiliar feeling, and you look down to see how much more of him you have to take in.
But before your eyes manage to wonder, Jungkook grabs your chin and presses a chaste kiss, âEyes up here, loveâ. His hand presses your hips down, and now you fully feel the extent of the stretch. You feel full, to the point youâre not sure you can take more, but his hand continues to apply pressure.
Your lips fall open in a silent screech, a lone tear escapes you, which Jungkook quickly kisses away. His lips suck on your neck, and hand massages your breast, yet the feeling of him stretching you doesnât escape, only increases as his length continues to penetrate you in places you didnât know was possible.
Your body tenses, and Jungkook takes notice. His lips attack your neck, swiftly sucking your skin, and his hand leaves your jaw and draws circles over your clit. The numerous sensations help you with discomfort, the heat within you building, and the uncomfortable stretch now seems welcomed.
Once your bum hits his pelvis, with a yelp you fall against him, and a strangled breath escapes you, as he shushes you and whispers sweet nothings in your ear. He caresses your back and lays gentle kisses on your shoulder.
All you hear is whispered âyouâre divineâ, as your body adjusts to the intrusion. Youâre afraid to move, as if your bodyâs glued to his own. You press your forehead against his, and Jungkooks hands cherishes your face, as he leans in for a kiss.
The moment is indeed divine, no one has ever touched you so lovingly, looked at you with such passion, in which Jungkooks eyes burn, as he looks at you with undeniable desire.
You draw back to see the scene more clearly, his lightly sweat-covered chest gleams in the candlelight, he gives your hand a peck and lowers it over his heart. The pulse is so strong, you feel it by just pressing your fingers in his skin.
Experimentally you slowly raise your hips, and Jungkook falls in the pillows while chanting âoh my godâ with scrunched brows. You start a slow rhythm, and feel the uncomfortableness vanish to the back of your mind.
Every inch of him is in you, every vein and movement absorbed by your walls, Jungkooks hands travel to your breasts, and you moan as he brushes a particularly sweet spot inside of you. Your juices flow freely, helping with the movement, and unconsciously your rhythm picks up, angling your hips, for the sweet sensation to capture your mind.
From beneath you, Jungkook grabs your hips and meets your thrusts with his own. The force of his thrusts makes you fall against his chest and moan, as he hits the most desired places with sheer force.
Your body curls in itself on top of him, you try to gather yourself, but each of him movements make your body shudder with spasms of pleasure. Bracing yourself against his shoulders, you try to straighten up, but his thrusts leave your arms shaking. You move your hips intact with his own, chasing the sweet feeling, and moaning in his ear.
Jungkook sits up, and you shudder a breath as he presses right against where you yearn the most, his thrusts take your breath away, as he moves faster, deeper, and more ruthlessly. His nails press against your butt, and you move your head, as he attacks your neck, harshly sucking under your jaw.
You grab his hair, the sensations heavenly, you close your eyes, and fall into the pulsating waves of carnal need. His thrusts leave you senseless, and you swear you see stars in black of your vision.
A sudden boom behind you catches your attention, and your body tenses in shock. You hear Jungkook curse, as your walls contract from the sudden noise. You look behind only to see sparks of different colors fill the sky, as each blast makes the room vibrate.
Absentmindedly you realize - fireworks, gift from Namjoon. Your body slowly falls against the sheets, as Jungkook lays you down. You feel like life is moving in slow motion, as you watch how the sky turns red and feel every inch of you take in Jungkooks length.
Your eyes close with remembrance of red clouds, and Jungkook thrusts into you slowly, making you feel the way his cock throbs inside of you, brushing deeper and deeper, penetrating your lower belly, and moving his body in waves, brushing over every part of you that you kept sacred.
His arms wrap around your shoulders, drawing you closer, and you let your nails dig into his back, as he speeds up his thrusts, now barely a second goes before you feel him pushing deeper and deeper.
You body has a mind of its own, as you curl your legs around his hips, your juices flow and you feel the droplets over your arse and tights, and you hold on to Jungkook for the life of you, as the bed trembles from the sheer force of his thrusts.
Jungkooks moans in your ear only amplifies the pressure in your belly, and you feel the dam inside of you crack. You hold onto him for the life of you, your legs around him shake, and your walls tremble. Jungkook struggles to keep up the rabid speed, once your walls contract around him, and you push his body closer.
You hear him moan, but at this point youâre not sure, whether the high-pitched sound comes from him or you, as the mix of feelings overflow, and you feel your body give in. The fireworks in your mind explode, and the red skies bleed into white sparks, as your body finally gushes and leaves you seeing stars.
Your body pulsates and your vision is still clouded in scarlet clouds, Jungkook thrusts one final time and releases while crying out your name, he succumbs to his weight and falls beside you on the bed. The room is filled with heavy breathes, as you both try to catch a hold on the present.
You move your head towards him, only to catch him already looking at you. He gifts you his starry smile and moves a stray hair out of your vision. You giggle as you look back at the ceiling, watching how it changes color every few seconds, the loud booms still ever present.
You wonder how itâs possible that you feel more drunk than beforehand. The room spins in gentle waves, and you let Jungkook take your hand in his, enjoying the soft kisses he leaves on your knuckles.
The bed moves, and perhaps Jungkook just got up, but your muscles ache, and the idea of turning your head to look at him seems exhausting. So, you let it be. The idea of what just happened, hasnât settled yet, and the idea of tomorrow scares you, all you can dream of is to close your eyes, and fall into pits of abyss.
But you feel the bed move once again, and see Jungkook kneeling in front of you, âYouâre hereâ you whisper with a tired grin, to which Jungkook shakes his head with an endearing look in his eyes, âHow are you feeling, little ruler?â
He presses a wet rag against your chest, and you let out a content hum, your body sweat covered and aching all over, the cold towel works as a great relief. Jungkook carefully cleans your body, following the shape of your breasts and watching how your muscles contract from the cold sensation.
You look unearthly, lost in your mind, naked with only his necklace hanging on your neck and your body covered in his love bites. He lets his intrusive thoughts win, and slowly kisses over the darkening spots on your body, enjoying how your body shudders under his touch.
He deserves this. He deserves to be the one to see you in this state, he cherishes your dreamy eyes and half-conscious words, how your body recognizes and trusts him. He had been dreaming of this day for almost a decade, so the least heâs entitled to, is to experience every single second of it.
âTired,â you suddenly murmur, âBut I still see sparks of starsâ you loudly proclaim with a finger pointed to the ceilings, after good 30 seconds of silence. Jungkook laughs at your dreamy state, the wet rug quickly discarded somewhere on the floor, before he moves you back to the pillows and tucks you in.
The last bit of the night is filled with Jungkook tugging you in his embrace and giving you butterfly kisses all over your face, as he whispers sweet nothings of how beautiful you looked dancing in the ballroom.
Itâs safe to say you never imagined your first time being with Jungkook, the only option ever presented was a good husband, who would take care of you, but most importantly â your Kingdom.
But as you wake with soft caresses on your scalp and your body intertwined with his limbs, every protest seems to vanish. You havenât even uttered a word, before you hear him greet you a good morning.
Reluctantly, you open your eyes and look up at him, you are met with his bunny like smile, grinning like a child, who just got the best Christmas present ever only to fall back in his chest with a groan. Yes, it is indeed Jungkook youâre lying on top of. âDid we do what I think we did?â you murmur in his chest, the sole idea of facing reality seems unreasonable, when you can just hide in his chest.
Jungkooks chest rumbles with laughter, and youâd lie, if youâd say that a smile didnât ghost your lips. The act seems so normal, that youâd almost pretend this is another idyllic day, but the naked chest youâre pressed against seems to remind you of the undesirable truth.
Last night was surprising, just as much as it was divine, and as you stretch on top of Jungkook, the mild pain in your muscles remind you, that you canât hide away from whatâs done. So, you face your fears, and let the words fall before doubts can cloud your mind, âJungkook, this doesnât change anything between us, right?â
Whether it be your shaky voice or scared eyes, Jungkook takes notice of your nervous state, and quickly shakes his head with a kiss to your forehead, âIt doesnât, youâre still my little ruler, donât worry your pretty head about it.â
Donât worry about it, sounds great, especially when thereâs piles of unresolved issues youâll have to face today. But you know that yesterday you overstepped a line you shouldnât have, a line that was there for a reason. But he is your friend, and his indifference leaves you reassured, that perhaps it was just that, no strings attached.
You snuggle in his chest, and notice how the sun is high in the sky, âWhat time is it?â Jungkook merely shrugs, âNot sure, mid-day the leastâ
You sigh in expiration, guess itâs a good thing, you asked to not be disturbed, the room is a mess, and it would be a nuisance trying to explain it all. But duties call, and you still have to talk with father. The thought alone scares you, but then again, a night has passes, he must have calmed down by now.
âWe should get up, I already missed breakfast, which is bad considering everyone is here because of me.â You draw shapes on Jungkooks chest, and conclude that he is comfortable, his heat keeps you warm and the arm around your middle grounding.
âShould we? I have another idea, surely, they wouldnât mind if we missed starters.â This catches your attention, and you look up. His suggestive smirk makes you giggle, and you connect your lips in a kiss.
He cages his arms around you, and pushes you down on the bed, so heâs on top of you. You giggle at the contact and feel Jungkook smile in the kiss. He lays in between your legs, and slowly grinds against you, you feel his slowly hardening length against your folds, and softly moan in the kiss.
Thereâs a knock on the door and you curse, maid probably came to check if everythingâs alright. Â You detach from the kiss, and Jungkook moves to your neck, giving open mouth kisses all across the skin.
âJudy, Iâm awake. No need to help, Iâll come down shortly.â You shout, and quickly connect your lips once more. His touch so pleasant, you wonder how you could survive past years, without knowing how soft his lips are.
âReagan, itâs your father.â
You both stop your movements, and a second passes where you both stare at each other, panic clouded gazes and widened eyes meeting one another. âShitâ Jungkook curses and you both set into motion.
âGive me a minute, fatherâ you yell, as you grab Jungkooks clothes from the floor, and anxiously stuff them under the duvet. Jungkook throws you a robe, and you quickly tie it around your waist.
Your eyes meet, and you frantically try to figure out where he could hide, your en-suite is on the other side of the room, and judging by fatherâs voice, heâs not in a patient mood, so thereâs no time for that.
Jungkook gets your memo, and quickly hides underneath your duvet, just in time, as the door harshly opens. You look over your shoulder, and take a deep breath, while soothing your hair.
âExcuse me father, I drank too much yesterday, so I slept in,â you start with a shaky breath. You watch how his hawk-like gaze travels around your room, and you move closer to him, hoping to change his attention towards you.
âCan I help you somehow?â you try to smile, as he carefully looks your features over. It feels as if heâs examining you, and self-consciously you draw the robe closer around your body. âHave you seen Jeon boy?â is all he says.
âNo! Bid goodnight yesterday, and just woke up.â You quickly answer, the nerves in your body sky rocketing, âHas-â you swallow, âHas anyone said anything to you?â your voice shakes. He knows, he must know. Why else would he asks such a question? Father narrows eyes at you, and you await his reprimand.
In stead he throws some papers in your arms, and moves to your door, not before muttering over his shoulders, âClean up. Be at my cabinet in 15.â
You clutch the papers in your arms and breathe out once the door closes behind him. After good 10 seconds, Jungkook gets up from the bed, and wraps his arms around you from behind. âOh, sweet heavens!â you sigh out, and your knees tremble. You both start giggling at the stupidity, two adults hiding from father, as if you were 15, sneaking your boyfriend in behind parents back.
âThat was a close callâ Jungkook whispers in your neck, and you shake your head, while giggling at the absurdity of it all. You let yourself press against his chest, and catch a moment of peace, âWhatâs in your hands?â Jungkook takes the papers from your clutch.
National newspaper. You read the title âDiamonds are girlsâ best friends?â the front page filled with pictures of the diamond necklace Jungkook gave you. You lowly curse, itâs a good bet, that father is still just as furious as yesterday.
You dread the conversation with him, now his cold demeanor makes sense. âI need to get ready.â You whisper as you scan the text, Jungkook still reads the article as you move towards the vanity.
A quite hiss leaves your lips, in the frantic panic you didnât notice how tense your muscles had become. You hear Jungkook moving closer to you, while asking âAre you alright?â.
You dismiss his concerns with a soft âMuscle painâ, as you sit by your vanity. Jungkook kneels next to you, puts the newspaper on the table and his hands find your tights, slowly massaging your muscles, while asking âhere?â. You smile at his antiques, and wonder how this is the same person, society tries to portray as devil.
But just as fast as your smile appeared, one look in your mirror makes your grimaces turn to shock. You push your hair to the side and watch in horror the dark purplish-red mark on your neck.
You screech âJungkookâ and move closer to the mirror, analyzing the damage that he left. You sit back in shock, and let your thoughts run wild, âHe definitely saw that. How am I going to explain this?â
Jungkook shushes you, and pats your hair, âYou donât have to explain yourself to anyone, youâre the Queen.â
âFuture Queenâ you quickly amend. Jungkook watches your frozen state, how your eyes glaze with horror. He kisses over the bruise, and lightly murmurs, âWell, you can be the Queen of my heart in the meantime.â lightening the mood.
Your eyes meet through the mirror, and you push his head away with a soft laugh, âYouâre such a flirt.â
You glance at the newspaper and back in the mirror. The necklace is still around your neck, and you lightly graze over it, the first time you see it on your body.
âIt is beautifulâ you whisper, and Jungkooks hums, his arms wrap around your waist. The diamonds sparkle brightly in the morning sun, but as beautiful as it is, the amount of stress the heavy stones bring is unimaginable.
âHow bad is the article?â you saw him reading the newspaper earlier, and judging by fathersâ reaction, nothing good can lie in it. Jungkook lets his lips draw over the diamonds, âThey are curious, trying to understand the significance of it.â You bite your lip, neither good, nor bad. You calm yourself, itâs just one article.
âBut overall, they say the celebration was a success, so no need to worry.â You breath out, thatâs good. People arenât angered. You can deal with father; your people are on your side.
Thankfully, Jungkook is a great help, he helps you get ready, picks out a dress, that covers the marks and even puts make-up over the deep bruise. You stand by the door, and smile one last time, and mutter, âSee you at dinner?â, only to receive the most breath-taking smile.
The walk to fathersâ cabinet is nerve filled. You try to analyze the maids body language, but itâs as if yesterday didnât happen. Everyone bows with a smile; no judging or curious looks follow you. You step in front of the cabinet. It will be fine. The guard opens the door.
You anxiously step into fathersâ cabinet. He stands in front of his desk, looking at the papers distributed all across it. The room feels suffocating even without any of you speaking.
You step closer, and when his attention swaps to you, you try to muster your brightest smile and step towards him to properly greet him, âGood morning father, I would of came earlier if-â he puts his hand up urging you to stop.
The last bit of courage dies within you, as you assess his clenched jaw and hard gaze, and you know that you are in trouble.
âReagan, I have always prided myself in letting you live your life freely. Letting you enjoy your childhood, so to speak.â He starts without as much as greeting you.
âBut now I find myself in a tough position, and I donât have another choice but to step in.â Mix of disappointment and bitterness clouds his gaze. He has never looked at you in such a way, your hands start to play with one another, waiting for his next words.
âFrom now on, the boy,â Father clears his throat, âPrince Jeon is not welcomed in my home.â You watch in shock as father continues, âAnd any sort of political relations with the Jeon dynasty, will be carried out strictly by me.â
You start to retort but are quickly silenced. âAnd you will have no contact with him!â Father slightly raises his voice and points a finger at you. Your eyes start to burn, and tears gather at the corners of your eyes, he has never talked to you with such hatred, yet alone raised his voice.
âIf youâre talking about yesterday, Jungkook already apologized, he never meant to disrespect you, father.â You quickly ramble and move towards him, trying to defuse the situation at hand.
âReagan, he not only embarrassed me, made you look a fool, gifted you a bally war weapon, but he threatened the safety of our country!â Father spit out, âThat boy knew exactly what he was doing.â He shakes his head and looks away from you.
Even though you can see a flitter of truth in his words, he is still talking about your friend. And as much as you love your father, you know that he has the upper hand, and if things progress in such way, you will not only have to go behind his back, but your Kingdom will face the wrath of standing against Jungkookâs.
But your hands are tied, perhaps you are petty, but you donât stop yourself, and murmur âHe is a man, not a boy.â The bitterness is clear in your voice, and judging by fathersâ reaction, he is shocked by the side you chose.
âYou must think of me as a fool,â he steps closer to you, âThe whole palace is whispering of how my daughter is a mistress to Jeons!â his neck taints red, and now you know he has let his rage take over.
âI have been lenient, even grown to like the boy. But turns out my daughter has been playing with the devil,â he comes closer to you and yanks the sleeve of your dress down, exposing the love bites Jungkook left last night. You look down, trying to contain the tears that threaten to fall.
âPerhaps then you should ask the lover boy, why he has gathered tens of thousands of his troops at our border.â You quickly look up, looking at dad with fright.
âHe is not your friend,â Father shakes his head, âHe is our enemy.â
âAnd you arenât a child anymore, Reagan. You are the future Queen.â He grabs papers from his desk and hands them to you, âAnd if you do plan to be one, itâs about time you start acting like one.â
With that father leaves, and you are left alone biting your lips to stop the hysteria that you have been holding in. You put your hand over your mouth, silencing yourself, so the guards outside donât hear you.
You take a look at the papers father gave you, and every thought of crying disappears, as you see the horror presented to you.
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Hello everyone! Chapter took longer than expected (ahem, yes, my fault, as it is 18k+), I noticed my posts werenât appearing in tags, and it took around 2 weeks for Tumblr to fix that (probs, because it was holiday time), but now itâs all good!
Chapter isnât edited yet, so excuse the mistakes!
And, finally, the backstory is finished, so starting next chapter, the yandere themes will get more and more noticable.
Hope you stick around!
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This Yoonmin from Blood, Sweat and Tears needs to be talked about more often cause my gosh are they pretty...
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Jungkook: Love Letters đ
Royalty AU Ă Prince!Jungkook Ă Maid!Reader Ă Childhood friends to lovers Ă angst
In which Jungkook can only ever live a fever dream behind closed doors, while the world at day becomes more and more cruel.
Tags/warnings: angst, royalty, forbidden romance, so much angst, smut, jungkook wraps it up and so should you, longing, mutual pining, open ending
Length: no wordcount, short
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"Why do you always do that?" You ask Jungkook, who looks at you funnily for a moment, before he goes back to coloring.
"Do what?" He wonders, carefully running the tip of the red crayon over the paper.
"That thing, with your hand." You ask. Everytime he has to go, his mother would take his hand and lead him away. Whenever that happened, he'd always turn around, kiss his hand, and wave it towards you- a gesture you'd come to replicate by now.
"My mom said it means 'I'll see you again soon.' That's why." He explains proudly. "Woah, that butterfly looks so cool!" He exclaims, spotting what you've drawn on the same paper. You're a bit younger than him- and Jin, another servant's son and butler in training, had told you that his father had suggested you'd all enjoy the time you can play so freely for as long as you all can.
Because one day that'll all be over.
And while as kids you didn't believe it too much, you very much know now how true it had been, as you stand quietly in the corner with Jin, watching the royal family attend dinner.
Jin and you both are careful to have your eye out for anything the attending guests and family might need- your shoes quietly tapping on the floor as you walk towards the queen, refilling her glass of wine for her with well-taught movements.
You try hard not to glance towards Jungkook, who you know looks at you.
You refill his cup of water as well, not looking at him- it's forbidden, bad manners, especially with guests around, and he hates it. He wants you and Jin to even sit at the table with him, laugh and eat and just exist in the same world for a moment again, just like when you'd been kids. But that's impossible now, and he knows it.
The only way he can have you is in his chambers, late at night, when he's able to kiss you silly and steal your breath with his lips and actions.
You're so beautiful underneath him, bare body bathed in the moonlight shining through his opened curtains. He wishes you could even sleep here, rest next to him, but he knows that's too much to ask. He already has your love, owns your heart- and that's already dangerous enough in itself.
Because he's given you his own as well, and he knows it'll end up breaking.
But for now, as he brushes his lips over your collarbone, he doesn't want to think about it. He thinks about your hands on his arms, running over them and leaving goosebumps behind, as you wrap your arms around his neck. He likes being held by you. Even though you both have grown apart in physical appearance and hierarchy, you give him a sense of comfort he's never truly experienced before, not even from his own mother.
Because you love him, not his name.
And he loves you too, your entire being, as he enters you like so many nights before, condom wrapped around his length for safety- but he wishes he could one day have a family with you, marry you, but that's all wishful thinking.
You softly gasp at the feeling of his hips moving, legs wrapping around his waist underneath the sheets as you seem to need him closer. The kisses are clumsy, messy, but its okay like that.
Because that's how you love.
That's how he holds you close, speeding up his pace as he craves to see you come undone underneath him. You always cum so soft and sweet, so beautifully he can't ever get the image out of his head. You're his queen, even if reality tells him otherwise.
You'll always stay his queen.
He pushes himself in deeply, as if that would do anything for him; his seed spilling into the condom inside you whine your thighs spasm, core clenching around him as you finish as well.
You remember your first kiss in the royal kitchens, his lips on you for only a short time until Seokjin had caught you- luckily, because if it would've been anyone else, you surely would've faced dire consequences for your actions of bewitching the prince.
But he'd assured you time and time again, that it wasn't your fault.
It was no one's, he'd come to learn. Sometimes, love was fleeting, and other times, it was violent and merciless. And sometimes, love meant nothing in the eye of someone.
You leave him alone soon after he'd indulged in those intimate actions with you, breaking his heart every time, but he knows it's mutual. The true danger of your constant visits isn't set in your bones yet, it never has been, because the longing is simply too strong, overpowering any other taste of impending doom.
You've left your underwear in his room tonight.
There's nothing you'd not take as a consequence in return of his gentle touch.
But with routine comes comfort, and in comfort lies the danger of negligence. Of making mistakes, leaving traces, offering proof of your wrongdoings for others to find.
He doesn't know the problems it will cause soon. He's not yet aware of what this simple accident will bring over you both as soon as the maids come to clean up his chambers while he's out to practice and train as always. It'll devastate you both for sure, with one however at least being freed from the heavy burden sooner than the other, force of harsh reality one half of his heart as a punishment for his reckless love.
He doesn't know it yet.
But he soon will.
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Shield & Shelter - Chapter 13 (2/5)
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#jikook#jikook fanart#prince jimin#knight jungkook#jikook royalau#any body else love when sir jeon orders the other guards around even though he's the same rank as them.... ????#YENA KNOWS#SHE CAN SEE IT#She couldn't hear a single thing they were saying but she could see!!! I mean come on.... that hand on the chest... so obvious
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I regret never tagging things properly because I definitely have several old posts mocking how every single micro-generation act like they invented bishounen, and every single micro-gen+five years acts like the historically unforeseen event of people wanting to fuck beautiful young men will be what destroys us
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