Draft 3.2k - The Prince and The Bull
Or: Omega prince Jungkook prepares for and recovers from a good, hard fuck. draft, unfinished project from last year
ideas:
Jungkook’s whatever birthday
Jungkook gets to select an alpha
Taehyung is in line
They fuck but Jungkook pretends not to like it, tells him to hurry up and cum fast
Tags: Body worship; enemas; foot fetish; royal and servant dynamic, prince Jungkook; omega Jungkook
Summary: On Fridays, Jungkook has a ritual: finish his work early, retire to his chambers, and prepare for his night with Taehyung. What started out as simply a part of his duties to produce an heir becomes something he looks forward to every week. But he tries not to show Taehyung how much he enjoys it.
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They do this once a week. Usually, it’s on Fridays, after Jungkook’s busy week is concluded, when he has a moment to rest, and has the next day off. It’s best for him to have a day to recuperate from these nights. However, this week, it’s on Monday. Taehyung couldn’t make it on Friday; something had come up, apparently.
Jungkook shifts. He’s sitting on the edge of his bed, hands tucked under his thighs. His cock is already fattening up in his pants, because there’s a ritual to this, and his body knows what to expect. That, and this is happening three days late. On Friday, coming back to his chambers and finally getting a moment alone, sending his caretaker away so that he can wash the day off and cleanse himself, get ready for bed, the usual, his body had come to expect it. The relief of the end of the week was always followed by the heady, sublime experience of Taehyung coming to the palace for his weekly duties. But on Friday, no one came. Jungkook went to bed that night gripping his silky sheets and rutting his hard cock against the mattress as he tried to fall asleep. He had lain awake for much longer than usual.
He feels the need to make up for it tonight. He had taken extra care with his preparation ritual, clearing his schedule after dinner, even though Mondays are typically one of his busiest evenings, when he has to review paperwork and letters that have piled up over the weekend. Instead, he retired to his chambers right after eating and sent his caretaker home.
“Are you sure?” he had asked, fingers twisting together as he stood there in the hall, unsure of what to do with his hands as they were suddenly no longer needed to do their single task of taking care of crown prince Jeon Jungkook.
“Yes,” Jungkook said. “I have my visitor coming tonight, and I would like to get ready alone, as always.”
His caretaker had left with a gracious bow.
To prepare, he began with a light shower, rinsing off the grime of the day. He set up a diffuser with some of his favourite essential oils, as well as a few drops of ylang-ylang, although that one isn’t particularly to his tastes. Still, it is a supposed aphrodisiac, and although it may be placebo, he finds himself more aroused when he uses it. It may also be because he includes it as part of his ritual.
Once he rinses himself off, he cleans himself out. This is the primary reason he likes to be alone for this. His caretaker has seen him in many compromising positions, but none like this. The first part is not so bad. He fills his enema bulb with lukewarm water and fills himself on the floor. He likes to do it on his side, with his leg raised up on the edge of the bathtub, a plush towel laid under him so that he isn’t lying on the cold tile. He has to stretch his arm back to pull the fat of his asscheek out of the way and uses lube to help the tip glide in. He closes his eyes as he fills himself, inhaling the soft, floral scent of the essential oils and listening to the hum of the fan above him. The warm water feels nice entering him. The next part is not so nice, but is a necessary evil. He used to grimace as he expelled, perturbed by the feeling of such a warm, watery movement and embarrassed by the gurgles of his stomach. But he’s gotten used to it, and now, as he does most things, he handles it with grace—or as much grace as possible, given the circumstances. He does this a few more times until the water runs clear.
After this, he takes another shower. It takes him over an hour. He washes himself thoroughly with lavender-scented body wash, using a loofah to exfoliate. He also exfoliates his heels and around the edges of his feet with a pumice stone, although they are already quite smooth given his tender lifestyle. He then shampoos and conditions his hair with products that smell like magnolias. He shaves with his safety razor, using a new blade each day, running his fingertips along the diamonds encrusted in the handle as he slicks the blade up his leg, reminding himself of his dignity and grace despite having just engaged in an activity that makes him feel shameful and dirty. His leg hair is sparse and always well-maintained, so there is never much hair to remove, but he takes care with it anyway, foaming up each leg and taking care with the blade to ensure no nicks or scrapes. He must be absolutely perfect. He shaves his groin and the strands of hair around his asshole with the same level of care. After this, he does the same with his armpits, and then finishes off with removing the few strands of hair growing on the tops of his big toes.
When he steps out, his body feels tender and pliant, as though his bones and muscles were dissolved in the heat of the shower. He towels himself off, using separate towels for his face and body, and a special microfiber one for his hair. Then he shaves his face in the lingering steam, the little coarse facial hair he has turned supple from the shower. He uses a different lotion for this face and body. The one for his face has no fragrance and contains ceramides to soothe any redness and make him look bright and young. The one for his body smells like peaches. He used to use an unscented one sometimes, but Taehyung has expressed a preference for this one.
I love fucking you when you smell like a princess.
Each time Jungkook applies this lotion, he recalls those words Taehyung had said to him, during one of their first nights together. He’d said it against his ear, chest pressed to Jungkook’s back, hand on his waist to keep him still and stop him from arching and wiggling as Taehyung pushed into his dripping hole. The memory of it still makes Jungkook shiver.
After all that, he stretches himself open. His asshole has had a chance to relax after the enema. He pops open the lube that he keeps in his bathroom cabinet specifically for this. Of course, he has a separate bottle of lube in his nightstand, which he poured into a pretty little pump bottle. It’s for easy access, because Taehyung likes to get Jungkook sopping wet.
He dims the lights when he does this part, because he only needs them at full brightness to ensure he’s removed all his hair. He sits on a towel—not the same one as before, but a fresh one—and spreads his legs, leaning back a bit so he can watch himself do this in the full-length mirror of his spacious bathroom. He dims the lights and rubs his lubed finger against his rim. He always begins with his middle finger. He bears down and feels his asshole pucker around his finger, and when he relaxes, it slowly pulls his fingertip into his body. Once he’s pressing against the inner ring, he breathes and looks at himself while he waits for his inner ring to relax. He takes in his long legs, perfectly smooth, his pretty feet, the soft soles and well-maintained toenails, his firm abdomen, a fold at his belly button in this bent position, and his soft chubby cock lying between his legs, resting over his pert balls, gently fattening up as he teases his hole. His hair needs some work at this stage. It rests flat on his head, slightly damp and mussed up from the towel, but not frizzy; the microfiber towel ensures that.
His toes curl when he slides the first finger past the inner ring. His body sucks it in, his greedy little hole already knowing what’s coming. Then he pushes a second in, holding them still and clenching, releasing, clenching around them until he can wiggle his fingers around. He rubs his walls, feeling the pillowy softness inside. Taehyung always tells him how soft and warm he is on the inside, how there’s no resistance, how Jungkook is a perfect little cockslut who takes it like he’s made for it.
Finally, he gets to the locked drawer: the final step of his showering routine. He had unlocked it earlier using the key he keeps in the top left drawer of his vanity table. No one goes through his vanity table, because he has so many products and is very particular about keeping them organized, keeping track of which ones are going to expire soon and keeping them separated by category—the lip drawer, the concealer drawer, the eyeliner drawer, which is, of course, separate from the eyeshadow and mascara drawer. There’s a false bottom in the top left drawer, where he keeps his perfumes. Under it, he keeps the key to this drawer in the bathroom, which contains his sex toys.
He removes his fingers from himself and reaches up to pull the drawer open and take out a buttplug. Of course, he has many, but he likes this one the best. He had it custom-made from a friend of a friend who lives outside the palace, among the general populace. Jungkook isn’t allowed out there alone, so he had passed a note to one of his cousins who has less status, and thus more freedom.
“Don’t open it,” Jungkook had said as he furtively slipped Hoseok the note.
“Don’t worry bro, I don’t wanna know what kinda custom gadget you’re having made. We’re close, but we’re not that close.”
The plug has a very wide neck that does a good job of keeping him open for Taehyung. Taehyung is very thick, so thick that the first night they shared together, they hadn’t been able to continue, because Jungkook couldn’t take it. Taehyung was very understanding and told him he could let the king know and find another bull for Jungkook, but Jungkook does not quit. He shook his head and told Taehyung to come back next week. Back then, he had thinner plugs that worked well enough, but they weren’t perfect. This new plug is pink tempered glass with a giant flared base. Jungkook had asked for it to be made this way, with specific measurements and all, and requested it to be pink Taehyung had said once that he liked when Jungkook dressed up pretty in pink for him.
He coats the plug in thick silicone lube and presses the blunt tip against his asshole. His hole immediately suctions onto it and he doesn’t need to push at all to get the plug halfway in. He breathes deeply, relaxing himself from the inside out as he gets closer to the widest part of the plug. A soft moan slips from his throat when the plug gets to the fattest part, stretching his asshole open wide before it pops into his rectum, his asshole clenching up around the fat base. It winks and twitches a few times. He wipes his fingers on the towel and holds his legs up from under the knees, admiring his handiwork. His pink hole is stretched tight around the plug, and even with the soft light refracting through the glass, he can see his open cavern and the way the lube drips all around his hole. His cock is already hard, and his body thrums in anticipation. But he still has more to do.
Once he’s cleaned all the lube and towels up, he steps out of the steamy bathroom and into the cool air of his room, with just a towel—again, fresh—wrapped around his waist. He had already selected his outfit, which he had laid out on the bed: a soft, loose-fitting t-shirt in baby blue, tight briefs that hug his hips, and a pair of tight black shorts that go only to the upper thigh. He used to wear a more proper outfit for these nights, with buttons and buckles and stiffer fabrics that made him look proper and princely, but Taehyung said he prefers when Jungkook is easily accessible. He comes here for a reason. There’s no need for fancy clothes.
Still, Jungkook likes to look good for Taehyung. He checks his appearance in the full-length mirror in his bedroom, toes wiggling in the soft carpet. He lifts his shirt up to check his ass, squeezing the plumpness with satisfaction. Taehyung loves this ass. Jungkook arches his back, appreciating the ripple of his lower back muscles and the way it makes his ass jut out. The position makes him feel a shot of arousal, because he always presents himself like this for Taehyung.
He does the final touches at his vanity table. He fixes his hair, styling it to frame his face nicely and show off his facial structure. He applies some lip balm, just a touch, to make them look pouty and kissable. Taehyung particularly likes Jungkook’s lips and often compliments the shape of them, how smooth and pink they are, how good they look wrapped around Taehyung’s cock.
Then Jungkook waits.
So here he is, sitting on the edge of his bed, fingers tucked under his thighs. Waiting. He glances at the clock. Taehyung should have been here five minutes ago. He wiggles around, feeling antsy. He looks at his toes, wiggles them on the carpet, and takes note that he isn’t wearing socks. He gets up and puts on a pair, the kind that go halfway up to the knee, because Taehyung expressed that he likes the way Jungkook’s feet look in socks, and he especially likes taking them off. Then he sits back in his spot and waits.
Finally, he hears the sounds he’s been waiting for. A murmur of voices down the hall, one coming from one of the guards on rotation, the other one deep and familiar and comforting. His thighs press together in anticipation as he hears the footsteps coming down the hall—just one pair. It used to be that the guards would escort Taehyung to Jungkook’s chambers, but they’ve been doing this long enough that he has been trusted to enter alone.
Then, the final step of the ritual—a knock at the door.
Jungkook’s entire body shudders. It knows what’s coming. Everything about this ritual has steadily gotten him into the headspace he is right now. His cock is fat and twitching in his briefs, and he is acutely aware of the deep, full sensation of his ass from the plug.
“Come in,” Jungkook says.
Taehyung is beautiful tonight, as always. His wavy black hair falls gracefully around his eyes, contrasting against his smooth, tan skin. He is wearing a black button-up shirt, neatly tucked into his pants that cling to his svelte legs. He smiles when he sees Jungkook, but it’s not a warm sort of smile, the kind Taehyung gives him at the end of their nights. No, this is a beginning-of-the-night kind of smile.
“You’re late,” Jungkook says with a pout.
Taehyung bows. “I’m sorry, Your Royal Highness.”
“Ugh. I told you not to call me that.”
“Well, since you’re acting like a spoiled prince, I figured I should address you as such.”
Jungkook huffs. “Come. I’ve been…”
“Anticipating this?” Taehyung removes his shoes at the entrance and does as Jungkook commands. “Getting antsy after you couldn’t see me on Friday?”
“No. It simply threw me off.”
“Ah, yes. I know how you are with your rituals.” Taehyung sits on the bed next to Jungkook and traces a finger down Jungkook’s neck and over his collarbone, exposed from under his loose shirt. Jungkook hums and tilts his head, revelling in the feeling of finally being touched by Taehyung.
“Yes, exactly. I stick to a routine, Taehyung. I cleared my schedule for tomorrow morning, but I will need to get to work in the afternoon. Mondays are not ideal for me.”
“I apologize, my prince. I could skip this week and simply return on Friday, if you’d like.”
“No. You’re here now. We have our duties to fulfill.”
“Hm.” Taehyung smirks as he sits back to appraise Jungkook. “We do. How would you like me to begin? Same as always?”
“Of course.”
Taehyung gets on his knees on the carpet and settles between Jungkook’s legs, pushing his thighs apart with his large hands. Jungkook swallows, looking at the way the soft, warm light catches on Taehyung’s knuckles, shadows in the dips of the joints. He has such long fingers that feel so, so amazing. Jungkook shifts, pressing deeper into his firm bed and feeling the buttplug shift inside him.
Taehyung locks eyes with Jungkook as he peels his socks off, starting with the left one, as always. He kisses the side of Jungkook’s foot, pressing his lips to the smooth arch, then moving up to kiss the bottom of his big toe.
“Mmh. Your feet smell good.”
“I should hope so. I cleaned them thoroughly.”
“You always do, my prince. Always so clean and perfect.”
Taehyung moves onto the right foot, removing the rock and kissing up Jungkook’s arch. He pokes his tongue out to lick from the arch to the big toe, which he then takes into his mouth, sucking gently. Jungkook shudders at the warmth and wetness circling the sensitive skin, feeling Taehyung’s tongue dip into the thin webs of skin between his toes. He has come to associate the feeling of having his toes sucked with sex and pleasure, as Taehyung has fucked him on his back many times with Jungkook’s toes in his mouth. Taehyung presses sloppy kisses down Jungkook’s foot, massaging the sole of the other one with his strong thumb. He strokes a hand down Jungkook’s calf and hums appreciatively, massaging the muscle and freshly shaved skin.
“So beautiful,” Taehyung murmurs, moving to kiss Jungkook’s ankle, then up his calf, bending his leg upward to kiss near the backs of his knees. Jungkook leans back on his elbows, letting Taehyung kiss all the way up his thigh until he’s nuzzling at the bulge in Jungkook’s tight pants, hot breath flowing over his compressed erection, twitching against the fabric.
“For someone who claims to only be doing this as part of his duty, you sure do put a lot of effort into each and every time.”
“Hm?”
“You think I don’t notice? I love how beautiful and clean you are each time I come over. Of course, you’re always beautiful, my prince. But on our nights together, you are exceptionally so.”