This country claims to be democratic but 9 unelected people who's values and opinions formed decades prior, who can get into this position without strong or even any valid credentials, can decide to negatively impact or even destroy millions of lives and they cannot be held accountable for it. They can't be impeached or voted out. It's only the most convoluted combination of election-year voting, voter suppression/lack thereof, and idk fucking cowardice from both sides that got any of them to where they are now. 9 people who are cemented in their beliefs and then use the law and constitution to justify their moral opinions that they insist don't influence their rulings at all. We can't vote then out. We just have to hope they retire or die under the presidency of someone who doesn't want to actively kill everything, and eve then we have to contend with any given republican or spineless Democrat in the Senate.
And even then, we cannot get rid of them. Nine people make decisions for 300+ million, affecting their ability to defend themselves, to live peacefully, to lead healthy and happy and safe lives. Nine people can ruin lives for decades to come.
There seem to be a couple of individuals plus a fan-subbing team (on twt) who are working on these. Some subs are better than others, so Iâll link the ones that seem decent, as they become available.
A/N: welcome back to chanvember! if you remember my old letters series, letters from my lovers, this fic is a variation of sorts. rather than the letter being from the member, it is instead from the readerâs perspective (hence, to rather than from). its rare that i write in first person, with the you being a member, but it felt natural and i enjoyed doing it this way. additionally, many of the below scenes are fragments of notes ive written in my phone over the last few years. if it reads like a diary, or a collecting of unsent letters, thats precisely the vibe i was going for. enjoy! thank you to @jimilterâ and @kyungseokieâ for reading this and for the encouragement <3 !
Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader (oc; female)
Genre: love letters; au; romance; fluff; light smut; pining; friends to lovers
Summary:Â A catalog of your firsts with Chanyeol, the man youâve loved from the moment you met, and perhaps even before then.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: semi-explicit sex; peak romance; chanyeol being perfectly chanyeol
Word Count: 5.8K
The first time you held my hand, I called you my husband.
Your skin was burning, an overzealous sun, and sore from your vigorous clapping. Laughter had eclipsed your soul, loud like thunder and rumbling against in your chest as a threat to the unstable wooden table. Like always, the creases at the corners of your eyes still lingered when you looked at me, brilliant, beautiful. I laughed, too, while I admired you, feeling the length of your existence - rather, the length of my longing - unfurl a forest in the cathedral of my heart.
I swore it echoed around the bar, louder than everyone else, overshadowing the terrible music playing on the jukebox. I wanted them to hear you, wanted them to hear how happy I had made you. Even if it wasnât me, even if I wasnât the direct cause, we were sharing it, and I wanted everyone to know.
When all your rapturous noise had dissipated into a quiet hum, you reached for my hand.
†SUMMARY | Yoongi has been widowed for over 2 years nowâlong past the time of mourningâand has made no move to remarry. Despite all the eligible maidens trying to catch the rugged dukeâs eye, heâs stayed stubbornly idle in his search for a wife. For a man at court, especially at Yoongiâs standing, remarrying was essential and highly expected; even though the man had heirs and his lineage was assured, a wife was a political move, and a highly coveted one. None of this slipped the young princessâ mind, her sharp eyes on the much older man. But Yoongi should be carefulââfor Satan finds some mischief still for idle hands to do.â
†SIN | sloth (for the â„ 7 Deadly Sins collab â„)
†WARNINGS | age gap, use of sex pollen, mentions of m!masturbation, dirty talk, slight (slight) degradation, marking, spitting, titty fuck, facial, deep throat, oral both!receiving, sixty nine, fingering, unprotected penetrative sex, choking, breeding kink/breeding, spanking, squirting, hair pulling, clit slapping, cervix contact, overstimulation
†WC | 9.3k
†A/N | whoo it's finally here!! No one clown me for making even a royalty au a dilf fic đ€Ą I also want to shout out @sunshinekims and @kithtaehyung for lending me their lovely names for this fic <3 and of course @sugasbabiie , whoâs enthusiasm fueled me from the start <3 hope you guys enjoy! + playlist + drabble
âLook who just arrived.â
Your back was turned to the door, where your lady-in-waiting had just discreetly gestured to. You caught the sly giggles of the women in the room who noticed the figure that had just entered the great hall. Hands held up to their faces to mask their shy smiles at just the sight of the man, eyes darting around the circle to meet anotherâs, going through the same predicament. The same thoughts running through every womanâs mind. You turned your head slightly, though you knew who it was before you even caught a glimpse of his squared shoulders. This notorious reaction always preceded him, the aura of a room changing whenever he stepped foot in it. The men suddenly became more concerned with getting into his good graces than the ladies they were courting, and the ladies more concerned with getting into something else.
His dark hair caught your attention first. Heâd let it grow out since youâd last seen him, shaping into a framing mullet, with his bangs swooped to the side. The ends tickled his neck, threatening to grow past his shoulders. The suit he wore fit his frame perfectly, hinting at the taut muscles he hid under his prim shirt. It was embroidered down the side, encircling his bicep, and trailing down towards his pants. His hands glinted with every move, bedazzled with the copious amount of rings he always wore. He was a fan of wearing his wealth, the family emblem shining proudly on his pinky ring. His other fingers were covered in expensive jewels weaved into intricate designs, things he could have only gotten imported. Though, the way he rubbed his hands together unconsciously as he entered the lively room was nonchalant in nature, as if the jewels were a regular sight to him, ignoring all the eyes that turned to admire his figure.
âI heard his son got engaged.â Lady Hoyeon pointedly stated, with a very telling glance.
A gasp. âBefore the duke?â
âYou all know what heâs like. Is it any surprise that his son will be married before him?â
A wave of agreement rippled through the little circle you were standing in. You all knew the duke, and his notorious reputation. His wife had died many years ago, but the man still refused to remarry. As a favorite of the king, and a man of extremely high status and influence, he had long been the most eligible bachelor of the kingdom. That is, only if he was eligible. The duke had expertly avoided any and all attempts towards an engagement, even those maneuvered by the king himself. He politely declined, stating an interest in managing his estate and focusing on serving his country as a reason. The men around him had started out teasing him, joking about whether he could manage anything before getting someone to see to his business. But Yoongi took all the jokes in stride, silently taking the other menâs jabs with a humored expression. But with time, people stopped pestering the seasoned duke, assuming he found more comfort in the occasional dalliances that paid companionship could offer. They left the man to his business, rumors of wild nights heard through his chamber doors spreading through the servants and the nobility overtaking any other gossip about the dukeâs reluctance to marry.
But still, marriage was a must. At least at royal court. All the companionship in the world couldnât replace the giant social hole. And it was becoming unseemly for a man reaching his age to grow older without a partner, without someone to stand at his side at important events, someone to parade on his arm as a compliment to his stature and position. And now, his own son was getting married before him. It was causing a shock, to say the least.
âWell, what did you expect?â Lady Sophie lowered the glass of wine sheâd been sipping. âThe man lost his wife years ago. Probably doesnât even know how to love again.â
âWhatâs love got to do with it?â Lady Kiana snorted, âAll he needs is someone to drape on his arm during the day, and someone to keep his bed warm at night.â
âI volunteer as tribute,â Lady Uma muttered from behind her glass, making you all fall into a fit of laughter.
âI doubt your husband would take kindly to that, Uma,â Sophie chuckled.
âOh, heâd be just fine. Heâs been trying to woo the duke with a new estate he purchased off the riverbank, anyway. I think heâs got a bit of a crush on him, if Iâm completely honest.â Uma glanced over at the man in question, who had approached Yoongi with a bow and an outstretched hand, that was visually trembling from here. âHeâd happily share his wife if it earned him the dukeâs favor. And hey, Iâll take it.â
Taehyung was rapidly speaking, from what you could tell, holding Yoongiâs attention for as long as he could. As a younger member of the privy council, you know that Yoongi had taken Taehyung under his wing when he had first joined. The young man put Yoongi on a pedestal, never failing to seek out his advice or earn his compliments.
Though Yoongi was quickly scouted out by his fellow senior council member, Lord Seokjin, waving over to him to invite him to where he and Lord Namjoon were drinking with the head mage, Jung Hoseok. With a quick goodbye, he left Taehyungâs side and joined his friends, leaving Taehyung to sulk back into his own circle, earning him a clap on the back from Lord Jimin with a teasing punch from mage Jungkook.
âAre they announcing it tonight? Mini Min and his new bride-to-be?â Kiana asked, looking over at the large feast set up for the event. âAt the winter festival, no less.â
âThe girl is from the eastern province. Magic and wizardry are highly considered there when planning nuptials.â Uma pointed out. âIâm sure this is about to be the wedding of her dreams, what with all the celebrations for the patron saint of magic and all.â
âWhat about you, yn?â Lady Ho Yeon turned the attention on you. âDidnât you have a brief⊠dalliance with the duke?â The dramatic way she emphasized dalliance with a teasing glint in her eye made the other ladies fall into giggles, earning a curt shove from you. You raised your glass to your mouth to hide the smile you couldnât help forming, though.
âAnd at your age, too. Not to mention your status, your highness.â Uma straightened up and raised her eyebrow very noble-like, to demonstrate. âNo wonder you two are trying to keep hush.â
âWell, of course. Those young bucks werenât going to keep her busy for long.â Kiana added. You rolled your eyes at their insinuations. Yes, you were a princess. But a spoiled one. And that didnât end at your bedroom doors. Sue you, you liked sex!
You tried hard to hide the grin threatening to expose your emotions, but failed miserably, confirming their words and giving way to the squealing fit that followed.
âCome on, now you must share the details,â Sophie prodded. âYou canât deprive us of that experience.â
âPublically, I have no idea what you all are on about.â You announced, earning you teasing shoves from the ladies around you. âPrivately, howeverâŠâ
The other ladies leaned in with perked ears as you spoke quietly, âPrivately, letâs just say I spent two days with him, and needed two more to recuperate.â Uma let out a loud squeal as Sophie faked a fainting. You shhâd them with a laugh, trying to hold back the heat rushing to your face at the thought of those nights. Those animalistic nights youâd spent with the rugged man. One weekend wasnât nearly enough.
âOur babyâs all grown up,â Kiana wiped an imaginary tear from her eye. âSo whenâs the wedding?â
âWhat wedding?â You shrugged. âLast I checked, he was still the Duke.â You tried to school your face back into impassiveness, but the rise of heat to your face wouldnât let you.
âYn. You canât seriously tell me thatâs all it was. Weâve seen the way he looks at you.â Ho Yeonâs words were matched with nods from your other ladies.
âShoot, the other day I thought the room was going to erupt with the way you two were eyeing each other.â Uma fanned her face dramatically.
âI was there!â Sophie corroborated excitedly, ignoring your protest. âI really thought they were going to do it right there, on the ballroom floor.â
âAnyways!â Your voice rose above their giggling and teasing. âYou all know how my father would feel about it.â You pouted. âHe would never marry off his darling daughter to a man whoâs lived at least two of my lives.â
âIf only the king knew what the duke has already done to his darling daughter,â Uma snorted, earning gasps from the other ladies as they clapped their hands over their mouths in an attempt to hide their laughter as you shoved her in retaliation while battling to keep a indignant face.
âNot to mention, hasnât the lord chancellorâs son already shown an interest in you?â Sophie pointed out. Once sheâd recovered from doubling over in laughter, of course.
âOf course, a young suitor your age. Iâm sure itâll be an advantageous match.â Kiana added. There was a hum of agreement in the circle. You nodded absent-mindedly, but you had no interest in such a marriage. Your eyes sought out another. And what the princess wants, the princess gets.
âHey,â Lady Ryen suddenly emerged with a pout, âMy husband ditched me for the most eligible bachelor, or whatever. Theyâll be announcing their own engagement any day now, the way theyâre attached at the hip.â
âHere, take my seat.â You quickly stood up, âAnd my drink. Youâll need it to survive those twoâs flirting all night.â She took the cup from your hand gratefully, seamlessly joining in on the conversation in your place.
Your eyes scanned the crowded room, entertainment meeting your gaze at every turn. The fire breathers in the corner, the elves throwing up a display of magic, the oompa loompas performing with a song. You finally found what you were looking for, beelining for the large table set up against the wall.
âSo what was I supposed to do? I told her, I said âMy lady, that is not my gold trim, but I will take credit for it.ââ A loud chorus of laughter followed Hoseokâs words, the mageâs story sending his acquaintances into a riot.
âNow why would you do her like that, âSeok?â Namjoon shook his head. âShe was clearly into you.â There was an old tradition of an unmarried woman wearing a handkerchief on her belt as a sign of her eligible status. Any suitor that was interested would have to retrieve that handkerchief, typically through a dance, or discreetly, and line it with a gold trim to present to her at the next event. If the maiden accepted the courtship, she would wear the gold trimmed handkerchief on her waist. If not, she would tie a new blank handkerchief on as a signal that she was still available.
And Hoseok had taken full advantage. âWhat poor, shy bloke did you rob that maiden of.â Seokjin laughed. âSpent his last dollar on that gold trim, and at the end of the night, she ended up in your bed.â
The mage threw his arms up and shrugged. âWhat was I supposed to do? Not accept her invitation?â Sending the men into another chorus of laughter.
âWell I donât approve,â Namjoon announced, trying to hide his slight smile behind his glass as he took a sip.
âWell, naturally. Gold trims do bring up a painful memory.â Seokjin snickered. A quick glare from Namjoon, and he burst out into a full on laugh, as did the others. Namjoon couldnât deny it, though. He bowed his head in remembrance.
âIâll never forget it. Why you thought hiding the handkerchief in Sophieâs cake was a good idea is beyond me.â Yoongi rolled his eyes.
âPoor girl spent the whole day worrying over it, looking everywhere because she was expecting you to give it to her. Damn near on the verge of tying a new one to her waist. And the whole day, Joon was just grinning like an idiot. Didnât realize sheâd be marrying a fool till she stuck her fork into her slice, and pulled it out like it was a magic trick.â Seokjin chuckled. Namjoon sunk into his seat, a pout on his face.
âThe look she gave you. She was so irritated, but you could tell she was trying not to show it. And Joon just looked back with the biggest smile on his face.â Hoseok chimed in. âHow you managed to salvage that fumble, Iâll never know.â
âShe said it was cute,â Namjoon grumbled, sending the men into a loud teasing frenzy about she was just sparing your feelings and she just felt bad for a tall lanky bloke like you. Let you walk past their chambers at night, though. Youâll know thatâs not the case.
A gloved hand suddenly appeared in front of Yoongiâs face holding an intricate, folded white card. âMy lord, I was told to deliver this to you.â
Yoongi took the small note from the attendant, dismissing him with a nod of his head. The front of the notecard was intricate in design, but had no indication of who the note was from. He skeptically opened it, resulting in a handkerchief falling from inside and into his lap. He heard loud whoops and teasing from the circle around him, knowing his friends were surely not going to let this go anytime soon. But Yoongi was too busy examining the fabric, the owner dawning on him as he saw your signature rose embroidered into its side.
His eyes quickly flitted to the note, your neat handwriting swooping through the page in calligraphic curves and designs. He didnât miss the hearts above the âiâs. Another trademark of yours. The content of the note itself, however, had him shaking his head as he fought off a smile.
âIdle hands are the devilâs playthings.â
âYoongiâs got a secret admirer,â Hoseokâs loud voice caught his attention, a shove distracting his best friend.
âWhat else is new?â Seokjin shook his head with a smile as he sipped his drink. âEvery week, a different maiden throws her handkerchief at his feet. And what does our most eligible bachelor do?â
âStep around it.â Namjoon answered, a loud guffaw of laughter following his words. He exchanged high-fives with Seokjin at their joint wit, enjoying teasing their stoic friend.
Yoongi shook his head with a small smile on his face, letting their words run down his back like water. His mind was a bit preoccupied at the moment, anyway. If it wasnât your coquettish eyes catching his gaze from across the room, or the clandestine wink you;d send when heâd bow in front of his king, the princess right by her fatherâs side. Or, sending him your handkerchief, and making your intentions starkly clear. You knew what you wanted. And you made sure he knew it, too. The fiery young princess who wouldnât let him forget her.
Yoongiâs body was on fire.
He felt as though his skin was crawling with an itch he couldnât scratch, a taunting in the form of heat and sweat ripping through his body. He ripped off the buttons of his suit as he stumbled back to his quarters, dying to do anything to relieve himself. His once perfectly styled hair was falling in threads over his forehead, his skin shining with the thin layer of sweat coating it.
He didnât know what had come over him. One second, he was sitting in the banquet hall, enjoying his wine and warding off his friendsâ teases. The next, Yoongi had started to sweat like a pig, and his skin had felt like a thousand fire ants were marching on it. To make matters worse, a problem⊠arose in his pants. The tightening of his crotch area making him restless, exacerbating his already problematic symptoms. Thatâs when he excused himself, turning in early because he wasnât feeling well. Of course, the men didnât believe him for a second, Hoseokâs calls of ânot staying up too lateâ making it clear what kind of company they thought he was keeping tonight.
And honestly, with the swollen bulge in his trousers, that idea didnât sound half bad. With each step he took towards his room, the need for either a douse of cold water or a hand down his pants seemed inevitable. He felt the need to rip off his clothes, and take care of his problem as soon as possible.
Lord, what had gotten into him? There had been no noticeable difference in the evening to cause such a change. The only thing was⊠the note. Was he really that affected by the young princess?? Did just the thought of you arouse such a passionate reaction in him? So much so that he had to escape the suffocating room and jolly back to his quarters, just to give himself the privacy to relieve himself while picturing you. He wouldnât be surprised. The hold you had on him was powerful.
Yoongi never thought heâd feel so strongly for a woman again, not after his wife passed away. He was devastated for years, refusing to even look at another woman. He expected to live out the rest of his days alone, in a cold bed too big for just him. Heâd accepted that fact long ago.
Until you came along.
You with your pretty eyes, and pouty lips. And getting exactly what you wanted every time. How could he resist you, when youâd bat your eyelashes so nicely, when youâd find him walking back to his room late at night, only to offer him company? How could he say no, when your giggle is all he could think about, when your voice is all he heard?
Late at night, heâd be working in his study, the candlelight his only company. But somehow, his eyes would trail over the page and retain nothing, for your face was all he could see. Your soft touch was all he could feel. Those nights, the duke was knocked off his pedestal by a young princess as he indulged in those thoughts, and became an indecent man. Gripping his aching cock in his hand, and leaning back. The already hot room getting only hotter as his soft pants got louder and louder, until heâd hiss your name and stain his priceless tunic, sweat glistening on his skin when heâd slouch in his seat, heavy pants echoing his sinful actions. How could he abstain from you?
Hereâs how: you were off limits.
Not only were you the kingâs daughter. The king, his superior, the man he worked for. And more importantly, the man who had the power to take off his head. But you were the kingâs young daughter, only newly of marrying age. And he, well. He was your fatherâs age. The rumours that would spread if the people so much as heard of him courting you, let alone what else youâve doneâŠ.
Yoongi couldnât court you in good faith, not with all those obstacles in the way. No matter how much he wanted to. Though, none of that seemed to bother you. He chuckled to himself as he remembered your stubborn nature. Lying in bed, your body pressed against his that one fateful weekend, the one weekend he let himself indulge in you, the only time heâd allowed himself to be weak. As you swore youâd convince your father. Reminding him of how advantageous it would be, him gaining a wife for social status. A princess, no less.
But there was no way you two could be together. It would never be accepted. Heâd come to terms with it, after much grappling and chagrin. But he was weak in his disposition, and one soft blow from you had the strength to change his mind.
Little did he know that you knew that.
Yoongi pushed his bedroom door open with a clang, hurling himself into his room and slamming the door shut behind him. He stumbled over to the dresser, clutching it tightly for balance as he tried to regain his footing. The fire was spreading through his veins now, running through his body with a tingling sensation. Making his symptoms quite clear to him as his cock ached unbearably in his pants, begging to be let out of its tight confines.
And Yoongi wasnât going to deny himself any longer. Now, in the privacy of his own room, he was free to rip his clothes off, relishing in the cool air that touched his hot skin. He splashed some water onto his face from his basin, dipping some over his hair as well and pushing his bangs back, shaking the water out. His heavy breaths occupied the otherwise quiet room.
In his haste, in his rush to relieve himself of the scorching heat rioting against his skin, and the boner about to pop in his pants, the otherwise sharp duke had neglected to notice a foreign presence in his quarters. Or rather, a foreign someone, perched sweetly on his sheets.
âPoor baby, you donât look so good.â
Yoongiâs head whipped around at the familiar voice, startled. He thought he was hallucinating, another violent symptom of whatever ailment had gripped him. His mind conjuring up your picture to satisfy his upright cock. And not just any picture. You, sat on his bed, in extremely lacy undergarments that seemed to be half the length of what they were supposed to be, hiding very little from the eye. Lord, he shut his eyes, silently begging to the sky, donât do this to him now.
You met his gaze with a nonchalant expression, almost bored. Your signature pout was painted on your face, a sign of the times. âWhatâs got you all hot and heavy?â
Your voice was sickly sweet, and your tone made your question seem so innocent. As if you were asking him about the weather. And not the very intentional euphemism you had actually intended. The naughty glint in your eyes only confirming it.
âYn- you s-shouldnât be hereâ,â his knuckles whitened as he gripped the table harder, trying his best to stand upright and not collapse onto his knees in front of you. But it was getting harder to fight his urges. He needed to release. And he needed to do it soon.
You watched him with your head resting in your palm, eyes following his every move. Your head cocked to the side as palmed himself through his boxers, on the one hand trying to be discreet because you were in the room. And on the other not giving a fuck, because he couldnât help himself. You almost felt bad for his suffering. Almost.
âDid you like my note?â You ask, with an unconscious bat of your eyelashes.
Yoongi looked at you incredulously. Of course you were going to bring up your other euphemism. Idle hands are the devilâs playthings. The double meaning of your note, both referring to his sloth tendencies in taking a wife, and his reluctance to touch you. What you wanted him to do with those idle hands was very clear, as your eyes narrowed on his long fingers.
And it was very convenient that you happened to be here, in his moment of need, alluding to offering yourself up⊠Almost as if you knew this was going to happen to him, the note clueing him into your foresight. He looked down at his hands, then his head shot back up to look at you. Then back at his hands to confirm. The small sparkling dust was almost invisible to the eye now that heâd rubbed off most of it. But he still caught a glimpse. Confirming what he suspected.
âThe noteâŠâ Yoongiâs mind raced. He reached the conclusion much faster than you expected, but what else would a genius yield? His eyes looked up at yours, dark gaze with a glimmer of pleading, âTell me you didnât dust the note in sex pollen, yn. And that this wasnât your doing.â
You blinked at him innocently. But the smirk you were holding back was fighting it's way onto your face. âOops?â You shrugged. âIt must have slipped out of my hands.
Yoongi let out a monstrous groan, both from the pain in between his legs and the confirmation from your words. He couldnât help but sink down onto his bedroom bench, his back to you. His head was thrown back and his breathy pants filled the air. Yoongi tried to resist and maintain his composure. He really tried. He tried not to think about how you were sitting right behind him, almost certainly getting ready to crawl your way over to him. He tried not to think about all the ways youâd touch him and make him feel things he hadnât felt in years.
But you were making it excruciatingly difficult.
He felt your presence before he heard your voice, your breathy whisper tickling his neck as you leaned in, soft voice like a melody. âPlease use me as relief, Yoongi. Iâm right here.â
He turned around to look into your sincere eyes. You were on your hands and knees, waiting pretty for his answer. Your big eyes were almost pleading, begging him to use you as he deemed fit. To throw you into his sheets, and fuck you deep into the mattress. To use your body round after round as he worked the effects of the sex pollen off, taking orgasm after orgasm. As much as youâd give. Until he had worn himself out, and his cock deemed it fit. You were willing to indulge him in all those fantasies, just waiting to be covered and stuff in his seed. Reaping the rewards of your sin.
But not just that. You were asking him for moreâTo use you as fulfillment of his social status, as the object to break out of his indolent rut. You wanted him to take you, and make you his. In every essence of the word. You wanted him to claim you, brand you with not only his hands and marks, but with a gold trim on your handkerchief. With his family emblem shining on your finger. In front of god, in front of your father, and all others who bore witness.
He wanted it too. He wanted you in his bed every night, and to see your face first thing every morning. He wanted to make you laugh everyday just to hear your giggle, and see you smile. He wanted to shower you with expensive things, and gift you anything your heart desired. He wanted you to look at him how youâre looking at him now. Full of trust and desire. He wanted you by his side, and to stand by yours. No matter the consequence.
Your face was within an inch of his when heâd turned to meet your gaze. The tension that those few centimeters held could be cut with a knife. He hesitated, eyes falling to your lips. Your perfect pouty lips. He decided right then and there that it was time to break out of his idle sin, and indulge in your heavenly gates.
His lips crashed into yours hard, making you moan out at the sudden lustful attack. His hand wrapped into your hair, resting at the base of your neck. Giving him the perfect leverage to pull you closer, and hold you pressed against him. Allowing him to graze your lips with his tongue, shoving his way in before you had a chance to breathe. Your soft hands brushed against his face, trailing down his neck hesitantly, looking for something to hold onto for dear life as Yoongi engulfed you. The little whimpers that fell from your lips as you ardently tried to match his fervor was like music to his ears.
He climbed over you, pushing you back to the head of the bed. He gripped his waist, impatient with your scooting, and moved you up himself. You landed with a bounce against his pillows, momentarily disconnected from his lips. Yours were already swollen, covered in his spit. The way you gnawed at it as you waited for him to reattach his mouth to yours sent blood rushing to his already hard cock. He couldnât wait any longer, not with you looking up at him like this.
âThis lacy shit is cute,â he complimented, touching the fabric with a hand. You gasped as a tearing sound ripped through the air, the once frilly lingerie wrapping your body now in shreds in Yoongiâs hand. You glared up at his cocky smirk. âBut itâs in the way.â
The cool air kissed your skin, making you shudder slightly. But you didnât notice the cold, not with Yoongi shifting and gripping his cock in his hands right in front of your face. âTits together, sweetheart. Youâve edged me long enough.â
âNow, if you really think about itâumph!â You were in the middle of spitting out an excuse as to why his blue balls wasnât really your fault. But Yoongi, sensing your brat tendencies, was quick to shove his dick into your mouth to shut you up.
âDonât play with me,â he growled, tapping your cheek with a few light slaps. You looked up at him with big eyes and a full mouth, patiently waiting for his next command. Once he knew you werenât going to act up, he slowly pulled himself out. You didnât wait to be told after, pushing your breasts together obediently. A smile graced his face, and he nuzzled your cheek with his hand at your good behavior.
âWhat a good girl,â He stroked his cock a few times, looking down at your willing figure. You looked so cute, holding your tits together and looking up at him expectantly. It made him want to brand you.
A glob of spit splattered against your chest and trickled down the valley of your breasts, a slapping sound associating with the second spat that hit your chest. You looked up at the perpetrator, cocky grin plastered on his face as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. âYou look so pretty covered in my spit, princess.â
His handsome concentrated face let him get away with anything. And he knew it. He guided his aching monster of a cock, all red and bulbous, in between your breasts. He looked about ready to burst. He threw his head back with a groan as he slid into the cushioned opening youâd made for him, slick from his expectorance and creating an easy slide. He rubbed in your makeshift cocksleeve a few times, finally getting that relief heâd been burning for all night. It felt so good, he didnât know how long heâd last. Or how slow heâd be able to go.
Your mouth was wide open for the taking, poised and ready for when Yoongi started to pick up his thrusts. Rougher and sloppier with his pace as he gripped the headboard behind you, sliding messily in between your tits and hitting your mouth. Your tongue was out, leading his cock up your chest and straight into your wet hole. Drool pooled at the side of your mouth as you kept your mouth open, but you didnât care. Holding yourself perfectly still and available for Yoongi to use as he pleased.
He caught a glimpse of you in his haze, his orgasm building up quickly. You had your head bent down, eager to have him deeper in your mouth. He chuckled to himself before giving one hard thrust, surprising you and hitting the back of your throat. You let out a squeal at the intrusion, looking up at him with your wide eyes. Only to stick your tongue back out and beg for more.
âMy pretty little cocksleeve.â He cooed, no longer capable of holding back. He was teetering on the edge of release, and your little antics werenât helping. âWanna be used by me so badly, hm? And princess always gets what she wants.â
You mewled at his words, your mouth full of cock as he stuffed it down your throat. You were taking small, short breaths through your nose to compensate for the lack of air, but you were starting to feel dizzy. Out of pleasure or pain, who knows?
Yoongi relented soon enough, though. Not being able to hold back any longer, he pulled his dick out of our mouth, a string of saliva connecting from your mouth to him as he stood up to his full height on the bed above you. Head thrown back, mouth ajar, muscles flexed as he gripped the headboard, his other hand pumping himself to completion. With a loud grunt, and an intentional pump, he released his semen above you, leading to a splatter right on your face and chest. You shut your eyes as he came, but your mouth was wide open, trying to catch everything you could. You heard his sigh of relief, prompting you to then open your eyes and meet his. Just to stick your tongue out and try to taste what didnât make it into your mouth.
âFucking filthy,â Yoongi chuckled breathlessly. He sunk down to his knees, your body still beneath him. Watching his every move. He leaned down to engulf your figure, big arm placed next to your head as he teased a kiss, ghosting over your lips. Until you whined and pawed at his chest. Only then did he finally press his lips to yours deeply.
Despite having just released, Yoongi felt a strange blood rush to his cock yet again. Almost as though the orgasm just a second ago had never happened. He pulled away from you to look down and confirm what he suspected.
Hard as rock.
He shook his head as he cursed. Heâd heard about this, how sex pollen worked. It lasted different lengths for different people. But it about looked like itâs grip wasnât going to loosen on Yoongi anytime soon.
âBaby,â He flipped off of you, sitting upright and leaning against the headboard. His hand automatically wrapped around his cock, pumping his upright, leaking shaft. âI need you to take care of this.â
As soon as you sat up, his hand guided your head down to face his dick, his thumb swiping against your lips teasingly when you got close enough. You repositioned your body so that you were ass up, on his side, bending down to his will. You were an inch away from him as he stroked your hair, muttering encouragement under his breath.
With a tentative lick to his shaft, he let out a hiss. You slowly wrapped your small hand around him, licking up the side from the base to the top like an ice cream cone. He let out a breathless moan, shifting beneath you. His hand applied more pressure to your head, pushing your mouth towards his dick further. He was getting impatient. You should know; sex pollen escalates quickly, and doesnât give you a moment to breath.
You looked up at him and met his gaze as you sunk down on his cock, fitting as much of him as possible in your mouth. He cursed under his breath, his face contorting into one of pleasure. You let your drool slobber over him, keeping your mouth wide open as you relaxed your throat, ready to take him deeper.
âSuch a good girl, trying to take me all in one go.â He stroked the side of your cheek sweetly as you bent your head down, pushing him further down your throat until you were coughing, having to relinquish him and come up for air. Yoongi tugged your head back as you took a deep breath, making you yelp and meet his eyes. âAw, princess, canât you take me? You promised me so many things,â he sighed, âGuess you canât deliver.â
Your eyes narrowed ambitiously at his sneer, whimpering at the thought of him being dissatisfied with you. In your heart of hearts, you knew Yoongi was only teasing. Pushing your buttons, pulling your strings. His eyes glinted with that mischievous streak. But you also knew Yoongi was uncharacteristically impatient right now, the sex pollen urging him to empty his balls as quickly as possible. Heâd tell you anything if it got you back on his cock.
You pushed your hair out of your face as you knelt back down, taking him into your open mouth and pushing him down deep in your throat. You worked through the constriction and tears brimming in your eyes as you swallowed him down. Bobbing your head a few times, encouraged by his grunts and moans, you kept your tears back as long as you could. Only when you couldnât take it a second longer, did you pull off of him.
Only to switch to his balls instead. You took one in your mouth as your hand worked his slick cock, licking and sucking before switching to the other ball. You moaned as you felt him thrust into your hand, his balls moving in conjunction with his hips and knocking into your mouth. You let it go with a pop, switching back to his cock. This time, opting for long strokes of your hand paired with a quick bobbing of your mouth.
âFuck, princess, just like that.â Yoongi grunted, his hand tangled in your hair as you sucked him. Hollowing your cheeks, loud slurping noises overtook the room as you quickened your pace.
Yoongi couldnât take it much longer, his sensitivity already heightened from his previous orgasm. And you. He watched you work hard on his cock, relegating yourself from Princess, a member of the royal family, the divine monarchy, chosen by god to rule. To a mere cockslut at his convenience. A mere whore for him to fuck and use.
âCâmere, baby.â He tapped your ass, nudging your hips over to him. You stopped your actions, confused at first. You thought you were doing something wrong. Until he pulled your legs toward him, and sunk down onto the pillow, gesturing to his mouth. You hesitantly moved one knee over him to the other side of his head, peeking under you to check if thatâs what he wanted you to do. Yoongiâs grope of your ass before he pulled your hips down to meet his face gave you your answer.
You let out a moan at the first lick against your wet heat. âFuck. You got this wet just from making me cum?â Yoongi spread your ass cheeks, fully examining your wet cunt. You whimpered in response, wiggling your hips in self-consciousness. He landed a quick spank to your clit, making you shudder. âYou get off on it, being mine to use. Donât you?â
His words shouldnâtâve made a tingle go down your spine and send heat straight to your core. But you couldnât argueâjust the thought of the old bachelor doing whatever he wanted to you had you drenching your undergarments. Rushing to your room every night after seeing him, and dismissing your servants quickly before hiding under the covers. Moaning in his name in the confidence of night.
Yoongi didnât waste a second, dying to quench his thirst of you. He engulfed your pussy with his mouth, wrapping his lips around your hole and sucking. Devouring your pooling cunt. His mouth was relentless, his tongue running over your folds ruthlessly as he lapped up every last drop. Your hand moved up his dick at a steady pace, but you struggled as he munched your pussy with heated fervor.
It wasnât long before his tongue was prodding at your hole, making you squeal out as he circled our wet opening. You tried to put your mouth on him to distract yourself, moving up and down his cock swiftly, trying to establish a pace. But you had to come back up to moan as his tongue shoved its way inside, thrusting into your pussy. You clenched tightly as his lower lip brushed against your clit with each lick.
Face pressed to your cunt, you couldnât help but grind your hips down. Earning a swift slap to your ass and a stunt of your hips. âPut your mouth back on my cock, where it belongs. Now.â
You jumped at the command. But he was rightâyouâd gotten too distracted with his magic tongue (and that wasnât a result of the sex pollen, you knewâŠ) and started to neglect your duties. You amended quickly, sinking back down on him and working him over. Like an obedient little whore.
He, on the other hand, was revelling in the choked whimpers and mewls that he was pulling from you, lapping at your folds like he was a starved man. And technically, he was. Depriving himself of you for too long, this moment was like taking a sip from the holy grail.
He pulled back to admire your mess of a pussy, tattered and soaked from his ministrations. Your hole fluttered with anticipation. He wanted to make an even bigger mess, though. Wasnât satisfied like this just yet.
His long fingers trailed over your cunt, feeling their way around before shoving bluntly inside you. His mouth latched back onto your clit as he scissored you open on his fingers, feeling you struggle to keep your hips still. He wasnât any differentâexcept he wasnât doing a thing to stop his cock from thrusting into your mouth as your hand hovered helplessly, now useless. You kept your head still, letting him hit new depths in your throat as you gagged around him.
âMy perfect girlâfuckâknow just what I like,â his sentences turned into loud groans as he approached his end. But he wasnât about to let you go unscathed. His other hand joined his first one, now replacing his mouth as filthy words spewed from him, rubbing mercilessly at your clit as the other one thrust two fingers into your heat. It was getting impossible to keep your hips still, his angling of his fingers pushing you to grind down on him frantically. With a few more thrusts and stimulation of your clit, you were squirting all over his fingers, spewing your arousal as he worked you through it, drawing as much as he could. He was close to follow after youâd gone through your orgasm, but how he made you cum first after being affected by sex pollen⊠you would never know.
His thrusts got brutal as your hand wrapped back around his cock, waiting with an open mouth. With one hard thrust and a loud growl, he shot his semen straight past your lips, the head of his dick hitting the back of your throat. His hand had unconsciously wrapped around your head, keeping you still and making sure you took every last drop. Once he was spent, he nudged your chin back to him. You opened your mouth to show him the mess he made inside, made a show of swallowing it, and showing him it was all gone after.
âBaby, you take my seed so well.â He stroked your hair breathlessly. He was accustomed to the tingling feeling by now, the telltale sign of blood rushing back into his cock. Already ready to go again. That little display of yours didnât help, either.
He tugged you up by your hand, settling you comfortably in his lap. He caught your lips in a searing kiss, the force pushing you back if it wasnât for his hand resting behind your head, pushing you back into him.
He took the opportunity to flip you over, never disconnecting your lips as he crowded your body with his muscle-y one. âMmâthink you can take my cock in this tight little hole?â He brushed his fingers over your heat teasingly. You let out an indignant whine, in between kisses, nodding fervently. You wrapped your legs around his waist, trying to draw him in.
âSo desperateâokay, okay. Relax, Iâll give it to you good, baby.â He detached himself from you for a second to line his cock up with your entrance, getting ready to push him. You let out a curse, wrapping your arms around his neck, as he entered you, stretching your walls in accommodation as he sunk into your wet heat.
âYou okay?â He rubbed soothing circles on your hips as you adjusted to his full length buried at the hilt. You gave him a small nod, burying your face in his chest as he started to move again. He pulled out at a slow pace, and pushed back in a little bit harder. He gradually quickened his thrusts, moving a bit rougher and harsher each time.
Until he found his steady pace, pistoning his hips into yours unrelentingly. Your moans filled the room as you scratched at his back, legs kicking from the belligerent thrusts. His mouth had latched onto your neck, nipping and sucking marks into your skin roughly. Heâd pulled your head to the side by your hair to give him more access, trailing his branding to areas that would be very visible once youâd put on your gown.
âThe whole castleâs gonna know youâre mine.â He growled in between marking. âWhat youâve done to me, how youâve affected me. Everyoneâs gonna know about this little stunt you pulled, princess.â
He pulled back to admire the bruises blossoming on your skin, telltale signs of his mouth. Satisfied with the art, he arm reached over your head to grip the headboard behind you, giving him more leverage to angle his hips into you. His bicep bulged above you, hovering over your face as he tightened his hand around the metal. He looked down at you to catch your awed gaze at his muscles, a small smirk appearing on his lips.
âThis what you wanted?â His other hand held one of your legs up, giving him a new angle to thrust his hips at. With one hard buck of his hips, he caught your attention, snapping you out of your haze. You let out a whine as your hand clutched his chest in an attempt to steady yourself. His new angle allowed him to jostle your body with each thrust, him towering over you as he delivered your reckoning. âYou wanted me to get so worked up Iâd fuck you into my mattress?â
You mewled in response. He wasnât wrong, you both knew that. Shame burned your face as he spoke your intentions out loud. But deep down, you werenât sorry at all.
âWent through so much trouble, just to get me in this position, little minx.â He grunted as his pace quickened, slapping his hips into yours. His balls hit your ass with each thrust, and loud squelching sounds came from in between your legs.
Yoongi let the headboard go to grip your face in his hand, making you look up to meet his eyes. âYou wanted to be my wife so bad?â He leans down, hovering over your lips as his dark eyes maintain contact with yours. âHow about bearing my kids, hm?â
You let out an incoherent noise as your hole clenched tightly around his cock. You couldnât help yourself, or the heat that rushed straight to your core when he said those words. Your grip on his bicep tightened. Yoongi grinned at your reaction, fucking you harder. âAre you desperate for me to plant my seed inside you, have you carry my heirs?â
âYesâyesâyes, ohâplease!â You cried out, wriggling under his touch. You hated that domestic insinuation with anyone else but him. For Yoongi, youâd swell up and carry as many children as he wanted you to, revelling in the fact that that was a branding of its own. You, heavily pregnant with the dukeâs children, signaling to everyone that the young princess belonged to him, and him to you. You wanted that so badly.
Yoongi cursed at your desperate pleading, taking a more tactical turn. He pulled out of you, ignoring your cries and sobs. Flipping you over onto your stomach, you let out a muffled scream as he shoved your face into his pillows, pulling your hips up behind you so that your ass was in the air. He rubbed his cock against your folds before shoving it back in. A drawn out moan left your lips as he restarted his previous brutal pace.
âGonna fuck my kids right into you,â he groaned. âGet you nice and pregnant.â His hips slammed against yours repeatedly, hitting deeper with each thrust. You could feel him getting more determined, the tip of his cock reaching your cervix. Each plunge had him brushing against it, eventually starting to bruise it.
âGonna parade you all around this castle.â His hand came down to wrap around your throat, gently squeezing as he lifted your head up. âMake sure everyone knows youâre Duke Minâs property.â
You couldnât speak. Gasping and crying in pleasure, you couldnât formulate a single sentence. You just let him manhandle you around, sending your body into a jolting frenzy with each thrust of his hips, his hand limiting your air supply and making you feel so good and dizzy. You were drunk off of him, willing to do whatever he asked.
Your hole clenched fiercely as you neared your end. Fluttering and leaking, the warning signs alerted Yoongi to your position. Lucky for you, he couldnât hold back any longer anywayânot with the way you looked right now. All spread and ready to take his seed.
âYou wanna come, sweetheart?â His voice was soft, in stark opposition to the lewd sounds filling the room. Your pitiful nod sent a warm feeling shooting through his heart.
His hand came down to fiddle at your clit, your battered and bruised pussy in his hands as he found the sensitive little bundle of nerves. His long fingers worked at it ardently, rubbing hard circles as the tips of his fingers brushed against your folds.
âThere you go,â he talked you through as you reached your peak, continuing his feverish pace at your clit while his cock hit deep into your pussy. You spasmed and clenched tightly around him with a scream of his name, shaking and trembling as your arousal gushed out. His hand grabbed at your cunt, squeezing tightly and milking you for all you were worth. You spilled out all over his cock, completely spent and falling down limply onto the bed.
You whined out as his fingers continued to grope at your folds, overstimulating you to the point of tears. âKeep it tight, just like that.â Yoongi commanded. He wasnât far behind you, and he wanted to come as you clenched your hole tightly, determined on drawing another orgasm out of you.
With a few more strokes, his hips were stuttering. He buried himself deep into your pussy, focused on shooting his seed as close to your womb as possible. An ungodly amount of cum shot out in ropes, coating your inner walls. His fingers continued to touch you, letting you scream out as another orgasm shook you at the same time as him. Yours drew his out, letting load after load spill out into your cunt. He let out loud growls and hisses as his balls emptied out, his powerful orgasm making him a bit unsteady, he had to hold onto your hips for balance. Or maybe that was just because of his ageâŠ
Once his balls were completely empty and spent, signaling the effects of the sex pollen had finally worn out, he crashed down next to you. You peeked out from the pillow your face was buried in, eyes asking for permission.
âYou can relax now, baby,â he chuckled, pushing a stray hair out of your face. His hair clung to his sweaty forehead, wet strands dripping as a result of his exertion. You let your hips drop, finally accommodating your screaming muscles. He pulled you into his side as soon as you did, skin pressed against one another, tangled in the sheets. Just like the last time.
Except this time, it was different.
âYou meant it right?â Your small voice broke the serene silence. Yoongi looked down into your big eyes. His beautiful princess. How could he say no? How could he, in good conscious, continue to break both your hearts. He didnât think he had it in him to resist you again. He was tired of tearing his heart apart and sewing it back together. Putting you both through this excruciating ordeal, just because of a tiny thing like social norms. In this moment, right now, as his eyes trailed your face, he made a silent vow to never deny you again, as long as he lived.
He pressed a kiss to your forehead. âOf course, baby. I canât live without you.â
Your eyes shut blissfully at his words. You cuddled deeper into his side, shoulders relaxing at the weight of the stress being lifted. You didnât know what tomorrow would bring, or what kind of riot your union would cause. All you knew was this moment, right here, as you drifted off to a peaceful rest. You, and the man you loved. And the sickly amount of his cum that was leaking from your pussy.
âYou what?!â
You looped your arm around Yoongiâs indignantly, the stoic duke not daring to move a muscle. âWeâre asking for your blessing to get married.â
If you thought the king was going to be shocked, you completely underestimated him. He was furious.
He rose up from his throne, marching towards the two of you with an accusatory finger. âMin Yoongi, what have you done to my naive daughter?!â
âDaddy!â You pushed your fatherâs hand away before it touched Yoongi, stepping in between the two. âHe didnât do anything! And Iâm not naive.â You protested.
The king took a deep breath. As his youngest daughter, you were used to being in his favor. Doted on and spoiled to no end. Anything youâd ever wanted, your father would get you. Any scandal you caused, heâd take your side. This, however. Was a completely different beast on its own. âBut sweetie, heââ
âHeâs the one I want.â You folded your arms, pouting. âAnd I wonât settle for anything else, daddy.â
The king looked at you both helplessly. The whole realm under his fingertips, and yet, here he was, at the mercy of his daughterâs command. He had at least one of those things in common with Yoongi.
The king shook his head as he paced the room. Pausing once, he addressed you again. âYouâre sure, sweetie? Youâre sure you want to marry Duke Min?â
You nodded vivaciously, tightening your grip on your soon-to-be fiance. âI love him, daddy.â
The king shook his head again. If he could count the times heâd heard those wordsâŠ
He threw his hands up in defeat. With one last shake of his head, and a resigned sigh, he announced, âThen you two have my blessing.â
You squealed and jumped into Yoongiâs arms, throwing your arms around him. He looked at you with a relieved expression as his arms circled your waist. He turned to address your father, tearing himself away. âThank you, your highness.â He said with a bow.
âI have to go tell my friends,â you chatted excitedly. With a kiss on Yoongiâs cheek, and a âthank you, daddy!â you went skipping along to spread the news. Almost like if youâd just gotten a new dress.
âYou know, Min,â the king started, now left alone with the rigid duke. âWhen I said you needed to get married, I didnât mean my daughter.â
âI know, your highness.â
Past the tough exterior, there was a glint of lighted-heartedness in the kingâs eye as he regarded his old friend. âTake good care of her.â
âYou have my word.â
And Yoongi was nothing if not a man of his word, as you, and the servants that were unfortunate enough to walk past your room, would find out later that night.
Pairing: Jungkook!idol x fem reader x Taehyung!idol
Genre: Angst, Fluff, SMUTTTTTTTAH
Word count: 6.8k
Rating: 18+
Summary: The return of Madam.
Part Twelve of the Madam Cupcake Series.
Warnings: Feelings, crying, powdery balls, asses, ass play, femxmale, malexmale, alcohol, cursing, lots of sex, dom energy everywhere
A/N: Thank you @needingyou2, @ignorethissign8 and SABRINA -wink- for betaâing. You ladies put up with my weird ass and I appreciate it. Other than thatâŠ. Listen, I'm not saying shit right now. Just read the fucking thing. Thereâs so much going on. Slide in the comments or my asks to cuss me out. ENYOY!
PREVIOUS: Let Me In
âI started the shower. Wanna join me?â Jungkook asks you as he walks toward the bed wearing nothing but a smile.
You tear your eyes away from your phone, but the image of Taehyung smiling while walking with Sunmi is seared into your brain.
He's wearing a chic black beret and a sweater while she's wearing the cutest yellow flowery dress. They look like they belong together.
âSure,â you smile in return, placing your phone back on the nightstand and crawl out of bed to join the hunk of a man. Just as you reach him, Jungkookâs phone dings twice in a row, catching his attention.
âFuck. I'm sorry, let me check that real quick. It could be the company,â he says before placing a small kiss to your lips.
He then walks over to his phone and you watch him as he unlocks it. Confusion settles on his face quickly as his eyes scan the screen. He then glances up at you before looking back to his phone, clenching his jaw tightly.
âEverything okay,â you ask, making your way over to him.
You watch him swallow and lock his phone. âYeah, yeah,â he nods.
âLittle Prince are you sure,â you ask, slowly tugging the phone from his tight grip.
His eyes go wide as you hold the device up to his face to get it to unlock. You turn the screen back to you and see the image of Taehyung with Sunmi and a bunch of notifications lining the top bar.
âI-I,â Jungkook stutters.
âI already saw it. Before you came back in the room,â you admit, throwing his phone onto the bed.
"You okay...Did you know?â
Jungkook shakes his head and looks down at his feet, hands curled into fist, cheeks pink.
âI didnât. All he said to me was that his schedule was full today and he would meet up with us tomorrow for brunch,â Jungkook whispers as his hands unclench and then one comes up to run through his hair.
âHad no clue,â he adds.
âIt doesnât matter right now. Câmon letâs take that shower,â you state as you offer your hand to him.
âItâs just me and you tonight, anyway. I'm still your woman.â
He looks up at you slowly and nods, a half smile lining his lips.
âYouâre right. Just me and you. I'm your man tonight," He says deeply as his bypasses your offered hand and instead places his hands on your hips, spinning you around so you are facing the door.
"Lead the way, woman," he whispers in your ear as his front presses to your back and his arms wrap around your waist.
You summon up a bright smile and lead him to the bathroom where you both take your time bathing each other. Touches are light and feathery. There's no movement to take steps any farther than that.
And when you kiss him, you do so tenderly, but under your skin, Madam is making you itch.
She's a vengeful bitch.
When you finish showering, the two of you crawl into bed and hold each other.
In the dark, Jungkook whispers to you about some of memories from his trainee days, tells you about his parents and describes the town he isfrom in detail.
You listen to him intently.
And in return, he asks you about your friends and how Stormy is doing. He asks about your family, but there's not much to tell so your answer is soft and short.
One thing neither of you talk about is Taehyung. Not tonight.
During a lull in the conversation, both of your phones ding with notifications.
You look over at him and his eyes are shiny even in the dark and they're trained you.
Gathering your phone from the nightstand, you make a show of turning it off. Jungkook quickly follows suit.
Once done you bring him into your arms and then to your chest. He melts into you easily, nuzzling his nose against the skin between your breasts before settling on the softness of one. A hum of content turns into a melody as his thumb draws lazy circles around your belly button, making you drift into a hazy sleep.
Morning comes hot and slow for you.
Falling asleep was easier than staying asleep. You would doze off and then wake up with the image of Taehyung running through your mind. The anger kept mounting within you each passing hour.
Jungkook slept like a baby. He clung to you needily. Any time you tried to move away, his arms would only wrap tighter around you, his grasp impossible to breach.
His fiery skin pressed against you throughout the night.
While you normally run cold, you were almost sweating from the heat radiating off of him and his firm grip only made matters worse.
Finally you gave up the hope of sleep and instead laid there under him, skimming your fingers through his hair and listening to his light snoring as you thought about Taehyung.
Brain wracking on the whys of him meeting with Sunmi, saying his schedule was full and not telling either of you the truth.
All paths are problematic.
Maybe it's me?
Maybe I am not what he wanted.
Maybe he just wanted to fuck Jungkook again, all along.
Maybe he was waiting for an opportunity to be with Sunmi again all the while.
Thoughts swinging like a pendulum, you don't even notice that you have begun tracing the tattoo lines on Jungkook's arm.
When he stirs, you watch as he comes to, one eye squints open and studies you before the other one joins in on the examination.
He shifts his head, licking his lips and then smacking them together before grinning up at you.
âMmm... good morning,â he murmurs gruffly against the side of your breast.
âGood morning, Little Prince. How are you feeling?â
âHonestly?â Jungkook inquires, placing a small kiss against you and licking your skin with the tip of his tongue.
âYes, honestly,â you whisper, fingers moving up to his hair and fluffing the bangs.
âConflicted," he huffs, rolling off of you and onto his back. He looks up at the ivory white ceiling, seeing only things he can see. He sighs and then looks over at you.
You nod and lean over to kiss his cheek.
âIâm sure. Donât worry. I will take care of it."
You move your lips over his cheek and glide to his ear, "But first let me take care of you, Little Prince.â
âWhat do you mea-â
âNo questions for now," you say as your finger comes to his pouty lips and you tap your finger against it, before sliding it between the soft flesh. He immediately opens up for you, eyes on yours.
"Madam is here now. Sheâs got you,â you purr, letting your hand slither down his tight muscular chest and down his narrow waist, goosebumps rising underneath your touch.
Your eyes stay on his as you fingertips graze down his happy trail, and you see his mouth open and a gasp comes out.
And damn you can't help it, Madam can't help it. She's loving the way he's looking at you right now.
His eyes are filled with innocence and lust and it is a dangerous combination for Madam.
Your fingers drag down his thigh, when you kiss him again and he whimpers into your mouth as you cup his balls. They feel so smooth, powdery soft even and you roll them around in your hand as you bite harshly into his bottom lip and his head keels back with the action.
You look down his body and see his nipples are cocoa pointed peaks and a vein in his neck is throbbing and you suddenly want his cock in your mouth.
Want to feel it throb against your taste buds. Wanna see him lose his mind over you.
âYouâre such a sweet boy for Madam arenât you?â you ask as you creep onto of him and straddle him lowly on his waist, head facing his feet.
You look at him over your shoulder and Jungkook's hands slide up the side of your ass and stop at your hips and his grip tightens.
His eyes search your face and then drag down your form, pausing at your ass before going back up to your face.
âArenât you?â you prod as your fingertips go to the underside of his balls and then lift them up to press against the shaft of his semi-hard dick.
You cup your hands around and slide his balls against his cock and he moans. His cock growing harder. The sensation making him feel like he's floating.
âYes, Iâm a sweet boy for you, Madam,â he whispers.
âGood, sweet boys get sweet things,â you explain as you lean forward, bringing your pressed wet lips to the head of his cock and your tongue laves around the skin around his slit and the works down to the underside of his frenulum.
Jungkookâs nails press into the skin of your ass and his hips thrust up, making his cock rub sloppily against your cheek.
âPatience, baby boy,â you order as the hand wrapped around his dick tightens.
âYes, Madam,â he groans and his hands move to the globes of your ass, caressing lightly as you take his cock into your mouth, tongue gliding against the thick veins that line the muscle.
âMmmm, so good Madam. So good me,â Jungkook moans as you begin working your wet mouth up and down on his cock, saliva dripping down his cock and pooling at the base, giving you the lubrication you need to stroke the rest f him with your hands.
His pre-cum is dripping down on your tongue, only making you drool more on his dick. The taste of him, salty and sweet, spurring you on to get him to spill his fat load down your throat.
âNeed you,â he pants as you pace picks up, cock heavy on your tongue.
âPlease Madam, need you,â Jungkook begs louder as a wet finger swims around your rim and then his hands are back on your thighs.
You pop off his cock and look back at him and find his eyes on your ass.
âWhat do you need, pretty boy,â you ask breathing hard with effort.
âScoot back please. Let me taste you,â he says as his eyes meet yours, hand tugging your hips back.
âDonât you want me to please you, Little Prince?â you ask raising an eyebrow at him, hands still stroking his cock.
âTasting you would please me, Madam,â he says, tilting his head back and pulling you onto his face and you yelp and then squirm as his tongue slides between you folds and lands on your clit.
Your brain shorts circuits as he licks you up feverishly, whimpering against you as he does.
Realizing that your hands are still wrapped around his cock and you dive back down on his cock and suck on him desperately as Jungkookâs nose presses against your taint.
You try to lift to your hips and you succeed, but only for a split second.
âPlease donât move away, Madam. Want to drown in you,â he growls as his hands push your ass down, making your cunt press against his open mouth and you feel Madam gush at his obedience and neediness.
âOh fuck, Little Prince. Youâre fucking perfect. Gonna make you explode,â you moan before your mouth goes back to work. Swallowing him down your throat with a newfound mission. Youâre gagging around him and every time you do, his tongue becomes frenzied against you and you can hear him struggling to breathe. But his strong grip keeps you in place.
Your fingers are covered in the mixture of your own spit and his precum. His cock spasms as it hits the back of your throat and you know heâs close to release, but you donât want him to just cum, you want to do as you promised.
Make him explode.
Make him see every fucking moment of his life pass behind his eyelids when he spurts his life fierce.
You move your wet middle finger, to his puckered entrance and prod it against him. He relaxes under your touch, giving you the initiative to breach his walls slowly.
You feel him groan against you, the vibrations simmering against your nub and try your best to push your own want away. You wanted nothing more than to hop on his cock. But this wasn't about you, it was about him.
You remove his dick out of your mouth and take a deep breath or two before you swallow him down again, while your finger presses against his prostate.
You feel him cum, before you taste his cum. His body shakes violently underneath you and just as the first drops of his cum land at the back of your throat you use all of your strength to rip your cunt away from his mouth.
First you feel him take a huge intake of air and then you hear him groan, nearly scream, his breath hot and ragged against you wet mound.
Jungkook's dick keeps shooting it's sap down you throat and you do your best to drink it all down, but it becomes incredibly difficult after the fourth shot. So much so that you have to remove him from your mouth.
You gulp whatâs in your mouth and watch as his cock continues to spill, his sticky load sliding down his deeply hued cock and the obscene image makes your clit swell terribly.
His toes curl. His eyes roll to the back of his head and you don't think you've ever seen a prettier thing in your life.
Fuck he is perfect.
"Jungkook, I wish I could hang out more, but I have some meetings I have to attend today," you announce, looking at him through the full length mirror as you button the top of an ridiculously expensive emerald green romper Jungkook bought you the day before.
âUnderstandable. Do you want to meet tonight?â He asks as he slides on a white sweater, covering his beautiful torse.
Shame.
"I'd love that. I can do it after six. Does that work for you?" You ask, reaching for your phone and finally turning it on.
âIt does," Jungkook pauses and then you feel his hands on your waist. You turn to face him and you cup his cheeks with your palms.
âI will call for the car for you. It can take you wherever you need to go," he hums, eyes moving down to your lips and then leans in places a soft kiss to them.
When he pulls away, you offer him a smile and he returns a softer one.
"That's really sweet, but I actually lined up my own car for this trip."
You glance at your phone and sigh.
"Car is already downstairs. Walk me out?" you ask, as you peek over at him and a wave of deja vu washes over you.
He nods and takes your hand into his. As you walk toward the elevator, you stop to put on the gold shimmer sandal pumps Jungkook also bought you and he gets down on his knees to help you put them on.
"These look so good on you," he whispers, looking up at you naughtily as his hand slides up the back of your calf.
Before he gets up he kisses your ankle and a knot in your tummy tightens and once he does he reaches around you to call the elevator.
"Thank you," you whisper leaning into him and the smell of him is floral, vanilla and something else you can't describe as anything but Jungkook.
Whatever it is, it makes you feel calm.
"Can we meet at your place tonight," you question, placing a kiss on his cheek.
"Of course." You smile at him.
The elevator dings, and the doors pull open and you give him another kiss before you step inside.
"Jungkook?"
"Yeah," he asks, eyes widening with a look that mirrored hope.
"Thank you."
He nods and his ebony eyes stay on yours as the doors slide closed.
As the elevator descends toward the parking garage, you pull out your phone and see you have a horde of texts. Many are from Taehyung, but there are a few from Rain and Candice.
You ignore Taehyung. Rain can wait. But open up Candice's messages immediately.
Candice: Was it him? What's the backstory?
Candice: Are you okay?
Candice: call me when you can. I got you.
As the elevator comes to the parking garage, the need to talk to your best friend grows heavy on your shoulders. What you really needed was some grounding because how you were feeling was flighty.
You see a tall nicely dressed man standing by a black SUV holding a small placard with your last name and you make a beeline to him. While you approach him, he notices you and watches as you approach.
"I'm Y/L/N," you announce confidently, stopping a few feet from him with a tilt of your head, and then holding your phone up as confirmation.
His brown eyes move to your screen and then he nods.
"Y/L/N, I am Dae-Hyun,I will be your driver. Shall we get going?" the man informs as he moves to open the backdoor of the sleek vehicle.
"Yes, please Dae-Hyun."
You slide into the tawny leather back seats with ease. Dae-Hyun closes the door gently and moves into the driver's seat.
"Do you know where we are going," you ask him.
"Yes, Madam," he replies as your eyes connect through the rearview mirror before he pulls the car into drive.
You walk into your hotel room and the lilies that Jungkook sent greet you instantly. They jar you back to the memory of this morning and the night before.
After leaving Lotte World Tower, you had met with two realtors to look at places to rent for the company and for small office spaces to rent.
The office space came with ease. It was big enough to house at least ten employees and it came at a fair market price. The location was within a ten minute drive to Choi Holdings. You sent the details to Rain immediately and he conveyed he thought it would be perfect.
Glancing at your watch you see you have a few hours before you need to be at Jungkook's residence.
During your last apartment tour, Candice called you. You declined the call, but sent out a quick text.
You: Finishing a meeting bish. Will call you in an hour.
And now that some business had been taken care of, you needed to fucking unload and setting a five minute timer wasn't going to do. Not this time.
You dialed Candices number. Walking further into the room, tugging your expensive and oh so painful shoes off.
She answers on the third ring.
"Bish?! Is it him? And if it is him. We're y'all still fucking?" She launches without an ounce of a greeting.
"Oh it's definitely him with an ex-girlfriend and we were still definitely fucking. Or so I thought," you snark back as you let the green romper fall to the floor and quickly walk over it to begin peeling off your underwear.
Candice is quiet for a moment.The shuffling of papers in the background stops as you walk into the bathroom and begin the shower.
"What now what? What are you gonna do?" she finally interrogates.
"I'm going to make him beg for redemption," you laugh, and what begins as a scoff of a giggle turns into a full out belly laugh. You're laughing so hard that tears start to fall from your eyes.
Suddenly, a sob leaves your throat.
"Y/N...are you okay?' Candice whispers.
And with her concerning question, your tears of laughter quickly turn ugly. You begin to weep loudly, shoulders shaking with effort as you hunch over the bathroom counter.
Then words begin pouring out of your mouth. Everything you could never tell anyone about this deal with Jungkook and Taehyung, you could tell her.
You speak about meeting all of the members of BTS.
You share Jungkookâs and Taehyung's reaction to Sunmi entering the private restaurant room as well as the fuckings they gave you -- bodies working against you, filled with emotions.
Not to mention Taehyung ghosting you since you landed in Seoul, and then Jungkook spoiling you and requesting that you pretend he was your man for the night.
âAnd then you got my text,â Candice reasons, voice laced with guilt.
âAnd then I got your text,â you wail, dropping back on the bed.
âWhy am I so fucking dumb, Candice? What was I even thinking? I should've trusted my gut. I should've ended all this shit months ago. Jungkook and Tae-â
You choke up again and cry harder. And the seconds and minutes roll on as you do.
Candice doesnât say anything; she just sits with you. And even though itâs quiet on her end, you know sheâs there. Sheâs never not been there.
When your tears slow and your sobs grow softer, you hear Candiceâs voice break through your feelings.
âItâs okay to be happy Y/N. Itâs okay to want more or something different. Itâs okay to take risks to make it happen,â She states firmly.
âIâm just-â
âI know Y/N. I know.â
After finishing your call with Candice, you pour yourself a whiskey and apple cider. You needed something strong for what you were about to do -- finally open the messages that Taehyung had sent.
Wrapped in the white robe from the hotel, you take your drink into the bathroom, along with your phone. Perched on the edge of the bathtub, you unlock your phone and shaky fingers open the oldest message first.
Tae [8:33p.m.]: Wish I was there too. Canât wait to have you under me.
That was sent twenty minutes after you sent him the text message after you got out of the bath before dinner with Jungkook.
Tae [9:01p.m.]: Send me a pic.
Tae [9:49p.m.] : Must be having a great time with Jungkookie
Tae [10:13p.m.]: Call me.
2 missed calls
Tae [11:11p.m.]: Cupcake? Kookie? Why wonât you answer my calls?
5 missed calls
Most likely around the time when you turned your phone off.
Tae: Beautiful, please call me back when you wake up.
Tae: Please.
2 missed calls
When you ring the bell to Jungkook's condo, you don't even feel like yourself. All your feelings are on the surface and Madam is front and center.
Jungkook opens the door and instantly pulls into his arms for a hug. He doesn't say anything, he just hugs you tight.
âAre you okay Jungkook,"
"He's here. He's been here awhile," he whispers in your ear.
You nod at him and take his hand, letting him lead you deeper inside.
Madam knew Taehyung would be here. She knew. If places were reversed she wouldâve already been here too.
You walk in and see Taehyung sitting in an armchair in the living room. Heâs wearing a loose button-up and brown pants, his legs are crossed comfortably and his bangs hang down his face, making his eyes barely visible.
âBeautiful,â he greets, standing up and making an attempt to step forward.
You hold your hand up to him to signal him to stop.
âSit down, Taehyung.â
He pauses and glances at Jungkook and shakes his hair out of his eyes. And when you finally see them, you see just how tired he looks, yet thereâs still a dangerous flash to them.
Taehyung takes a step back to his seat and lowers himself back into the butterscotch chair carefully.
Jungkook hands you a glass of wine and then sits opposite of Taehyung. He pulls on the white sweater heâs wearing and his fingers fiddle with the hem as he looks down at his knees.
You take a seat on the couch between them, eyes trained on Taehyung as you do. He looks so fucking handsome, but madam is so fucking throttled that conflict thrums through you. Itâs painfully quiet, the only thing filling the air is some lo-fi song playing softly on the speakers somewhere.
âOkay. So neither of you return texts or calls anymore?â Taehyung asks, waggling a finger between you and Jungkook. He bends over and grabs a near empty glass of wine and brings it his lips. His eyes burn with questions.
âOh, we thought you were busy recording something,â You reply, turning to Jungkook and then back to Taehyung.
Taehyung rolls his eyes in response and then licks his lips.
âCute.â He volleys, placing the glass back on the table.
âI was recording.â
Jungkook and you look at each other and then back to Taehyung.
âWhat, you donât believe me?â He asks, getting up and his voice growing deeper.
âItâs just a fucking picture,â he adds, running hand through his hair and the over his face.
âI already told Jungkookie that. Is that why you both arenât talking to me because of the picture? Itâs not what it seems,â he reasons, looking between the two of you imploringly.
You guffaw. âOh Taehyung,â you say, taking a sip of your drink and then setting it carefully on the table.
âYou owe me no explanation.â
Taehyungâs eyebrows shoot into his hairline and his jaw drops as he glances at Jungkook. Then his eyebrows furrow.
You start to laugh at the same expression on his face.
"Are you confused Tae?"
Here she is. Here's Madam.
You get up and make your way to Jungkook and you crawl into his lap, legs straddling his thighs before your hands caress his cheeks. And then your mouth is on his and he returns it immediately, hands running up your waist and then squeezing your ass. You nip on his bottom lip and he moans lightly as he chases your lips as you pull away. Your hand wraps in his hair and tug and he hisses before opening his eyes and looking up at you.
Glancing over your shoulder, you see Taehyung has risen from his chair and his eyes are shining darkly.
âCupcake, you sure do like to play games,â he drawls, voice deeper than before.
âI am not your Cupcake. Not anymore. That kinda flew out the window when you broke the deal and fucked your ex.â
Taehyung scoffs and throws his hands into the air, frustration deeply etched in his face.
You climb off of Jungkook for a moment to face Taehyung before you take a seat on Jungkook's lap. His slightly hard cock nudges the round of your buttocks.
âI didn't fuck Sunmi. And I didnât meet with her yesterday. That meeting happened over a week ago,â He states slowly, shaking his head while taking a step toward you and Jungkook.
You throw your head back and laugh.
âDo you believe him, Little Prince,â you ask, turning to see Jungkook. He bites his lip in response and shakes his head slightly, but you catch the movement.
âI don't either. Even if this was a week ago, why didnât you tell us?â
Taehyung hisses, jaw clenching tight. "I not fucking her so why do I have to tell you or Jungkook?â I j-just needed to work through some things." His eyes shoot from yours to Jungkook's for a split second.
Madam laughs.
âYeah work your cock into her pussy.â
Taehyung growls at that and takes another step forward and you see Sir glint behind his eyes.
âYou know what Beautiful? You sure are cynical for someone who is fucking two dicks,â He huffs.
âYou're walking around like we're some fucking pleasure bots for you. Not even considering that we may have fucking feelings,â he chokes out.
Your heart lurches at his statement and you bite your lip to keep from reacting.
âI only talked with her. Iâm sorry I didnât tell you both,â he says, taking another step toward the two of you, hands palm up as he inches forward.
âBut why didnât you tell us Taehyungie?âJungkook says softly from behind you.
Taehyung stops in his tracks and his hands settle onto his hips.
âI mean, I-I"
âYou know I think Taehyung?â You interrupt, standing up from Jungkookâs lap
âYou sure are really easy to call me out on my bullshit. You say I donât care, that what...Iâm using you and Jungkook? Like you fucking knew what this was. And then you shove down my throat that I donât like to lose control. But what about your bullshit Tae? Arenât you so similar to me?â
The energy in the room thickens as the two of you square off.
âI already said sorry. I am sorry, what else do you want from me?â he relents.
You take a step toward him.
âItâs easy. I want you to submit to me and Jungkook.â
âYou want me to do what? He asks, eyes growing wide, mouth hanging open.
âGet on your knees, Tae.â
âIâm not-â
âGet on your knees now,â you command, pinning with a hardened look, heat blazing behind your eyes.
Tae holds your stare before heâs slowly lowering to the ground, his knees meeting the hard wood floors with a thud.
âOpen your mouth.â
Taehyung presses his lips together before parting his lip slowly, mouth opening wide.
âKeep it open...just like that,â you say as you raise up your skirt and showcase the bright pink panties he had delivered to your office months ago. You take your time to move your hands to the waistband and pull them down your legs and you watch as his eyes follow the movement intently.
Before arriving, you made sure to please yourself. Madam wanted to make sure that the panties were nice and wet for him.
They come to rest on your fingertips and Taehyungâs tongue is now hanging over his bottom lip, eyes sparring between your revealed cunt and your soaked panties. From this angle you can see a bulge forming in his loose fitting pants.
You walk over to him and place the panties to his nose and Taehyungâs eyes screw shut and he groans as well as takes a deep shuddering breath.
When he opens his eyes again, you begin stuffing the panties into his mouth, feeding them to him slowly, pressing them onto his tongue as you do and he whines around them.
âGood boy,â you purr, ruffling the hair at the crown of his head and then leaning down to see him eye to eye.
âYou look like you have something to say? Do you want me to stop?â
He hesitantly looks over at Jungkook then back up at you and shakes his head in a ânoâ fashion.
"Perfect. Little Prince, come here and give me a kiss."
Jungkook hops out of his seat and is in front of you within seconds, standing between you and Taehyung.
He cups your face and and his lips are on yours, tongue exploring your mouth. His tongue slips against yours as his hands slide around your waist and he whimpers slightly when your hands reach around his ass and smack it hard.
"This is your chance, Little Prince," You whisper as you step away from him and he looks confused by your statement.
'Taehyung. This is my Little Prince, but tonight he is your King. You will refer to him as King. Do you understand?â You ask Taehyung peeking around Jungkook.
He nods and his eyes turn toward the ground. You use your hands to spin Jungkook around so heâs facing Taehyung and Jungkook looks down at the kneeling man's form.
âWhat should we call him? Name our new pet, Little Princeâ you say to Jungkook, walking around to stand behind Taehyung.
Jungkook's eyes widen and fill with something akin to adoration.
"Have you ever thought about what you would name him?" You ask, grabbing a handful of Taehyung's hair and yanking it so he looks up at Jungkook.
You look down at him. Drool is pooling around the corners of his lips and his cheeks are pink and puffed with your panties.
Jungkook nods. "Baby Bear," he says simply, back of his hand reaching up and caressing Taehyung's cheek.
They look at one another and you let the moment flow for a few seconds.
"Baby Bear? I like it. Do you like it, Baby Bear?" You ask looking back down at Taehyung, letting go of his locks and he nods as a muffled yes comes out of his mouth.
"Say your new name pet," you say as your fingers reach around Taehyung's front and begins to unfasten the buttons of his dress shirt.
"Uber ear." He garbles out.
"Very good. Letâs begin," you say as you finish removing his shirt from his torso.
"What do you want Baby Bear to do first, Little Prince?"
Jungkook swallows loudly before answering.
"Remove his pants."
Jungkook's voice is thick with lust and his pants show just how hard he is.
You and Jungkook look at Taehyung expectantly and he blushes up at you two before his fingers are undoing his belt buckle, then his button, then pulling the zipper down.
He tugs down his pants and they come to rest at the crook of his knees. Again, the man isn't wearing underwear. His round smooth peachy ass comes into full display and you peak over his shoulder and see his cock ramrod hard.
"Your Baby Bear listens better than I thought he would," you praise as your nails rake down Taehyung's back, making him arch and groan, hands flying to his cock.
"Get your hand off your dick? Who told you could touch it?" Jungkook reprimands. There's a fierceness in his eyes as he looks down at Taehyung.
Taehyung's wet eyes go from wide and pull into a squint and his teeth coming together as a growl emits from his throat.
"Madam?" Jungkook asks, looking up at you and you reply with a soft yes.
"Can you please get Baby Bear ready for me?"
Jungkook gets on his knees facing Taehyung and then grabs his arms resting at his side. His hands wrap around his wrist and pulls Taehyung face first into his lap so that his ass is up in the air.
Moving quickly you also get on your knees. Your hands come to Taehyung's ass and you caress the round of one before you wapping down it with your open hand.
He mewls and his head kicks back, but Jungkook has such a grip on his arms there's nothing he can do but take it.
"Doing well Baby Bear," Jungkook whispers.
"Madam, can I remove your panties? I wanna hear him scream?"
"Whatever you want, Little Prince."
"Thank you," he says with a smile before he's forcing two fingers into Taehyung's mouth to retrieve them.
Jungkook throws them to the side and they are darker from Taehyung's spit.
"Give us a safe word baby," Jungkook says as Taehyung looks up at him. His back is arched awkwardly and the position looks beyond uncomfortable.
"Strawberry." Taehyung pants.
Jungkook glances at you and you tear your hand back and smack Taehyung's unmarked cheek.
"F-fuck. Strawberry. My safe word is Strawberry, King," he grits through clenched teeth.
" Good." Jungkook answers before manhandling Taehyung until his hands are on all floor, like a dog.
"Stay like this for me Baby Bear. You're gonna suck my dick and Madam is going to work you open so I can fuck you okay?"
Taehyung looks up at Jungkook, "Yes, King."
Jungkook's smile grows and he keeps his eyes on Taehyung's face as he pulls down his sweatpants and one his cock is unsheathed you see it leaking profusely. He strokes it before he angles it toward Taehyung's mouth.
His leaking tip smears along Taehyung's lips making it look coated in gloss.
"Mmm. Open up for your King. Suck my cock," Jungkook growls, grabbing the back of Taehyung's head and pulling it to his cock. Taehyung is quick to respond, mouth wrapping around Jungkook's cock and swallowing it down with a swiftness.
Your thighs are slick with your juices. The shift in power between Jungkook and Taehyung has you in need to be touched but Madam tells you to stay the course.
Jungkook is thrusting fast and hot inside Taehyungâs mouth. Taehyungâs slobbering and gagging are filling the room and Jungkookâs eyes are fixed on Taehyungâs face. He looks up at you and nods.
You take that as a cue and spread Taehyungâs ass with your hands and your tongue lands on his rim. He moans loudly, which causes Jungkook to curse even louder.
âYou like Madam licking your ass, Baby Bear?â Is she doing a good job?â You hear Jungkook as you lap around Taehyungâs puckered hole.
âMMmMmâ you hear deeply.
Thereâs a loud wet sound and then thereâs Jungkookâs voice again. âIâm sorry. I didnât get that baby.â
âMadam is licking me so good King,â Taehyung moans.
You continue with your actions and can feel from Taehyungâs ass bopping into your face that Jungkook is fucking his mouth again. You peel away from Taehyung and take the moment to appreciate Jungkookâs form as you wet your fingers in your mouth.
Heâs thrusting eagerly into Taehyungâs mouth, abs are tightening with every thrust and his cock is foamed with the Bearâs drool and his own cum.
You reach for Taehyungâs hole and you kiss the small of his back before wiggling your finger into his entrance.
âOh God!â Taehyung screams, pulling off Jungkook's cock when you reach all the way and begin to rub his prostate.
âWant me stop? Safe word?: you call out as both you and Jungkookâs movements stop.
âN-n-noooo, please keep going.â
And so you do, both of you do. You work Taehyung open with one finger before upgrading to two and Jungkook continues to make him splutter around his cock.
âIs he ready Madam? Iâm gonna cum soon,â Jungkook grunts. Sweat is pouring down his temple and his chest. His teeth keep clenching together like heâs willing himself to not let go, not just yet.
âHeâs ready Little Prince, heâs all yours,â you answer, removing your fingers from Taehyung.
Jungkook follows suit, quickly dislodging his cock from Taehyungâs mouth and scurrying behind him with a frenzy.
You ready Baby Bear?â Jungkook calls out as he strokes his soaked cock.
âR-ready King,â Taehyung stutters out, looking over his shoulder at him.
Jungkook doesnât answer, he just squeezes his dick between Taehyungâs cheeks. His hands coming to rest at the small of his cock as he shimmies his way inside Taehyung nice and slow, earning a steady whine to fall from the all fours man.
âFuck youâre tight Tae,â Jungkook groans as he bottoms out. You shift to look at Taehyung and he looks like heâs on another planet. His eyes are dazed and unfocused, tears sit at the corner of his eyes and drool is escaping from his parted mouth.
âYou okay?â Jungkook huffs as his posture straightens and his hand squeezes as Taehyungâs small waist.
Y-yes, yes just please fuck me. Fuck me King,â Taehyung says slowly, voice wavering a bit as he arches his back.
Jungkook growls and begins a slow retreat from taehyung, but returns into him hot and wet, making Taehyung moan loudly. You position your head and see that a puddle of pre-cum is under Taehyung and you can see heâs close by the amount on the floor.
You scoop some of the juices that have spilled and rub it over Taehyungâs dick and he whines louder.
âFuck yes, please.â
Taehyung sounds so desperate and needy you and Jungkook can do nothing but comply. Jungkook rams into Taehyung over and over again as you keep a tight fist over his cock.
Within a minute, Taehyung is begging. âOh fuck, Iâm gonna cum. Please donât stop, King. Please donât stop Madam!â
Jungkook smacks his ass hard and Taehyung is splooshing all down your fist, his cum is hot and he sobs loudly when he does.
âFuck you feel so good,â Jungkook calls out in the room as his movements stutter and then heâs removing himself from Taehyungâs ass, tugging on his dick before heâs unloading his cum on Taehyungâs fleshy cheeks with a moan.
Taehyung's knees give out and he splays onto the floor breathing hard. Jungkook lands on his ass and then lies down on his back trying to catch his breath.
You crawl over to Jungkook and kiss him tenderly on the lips while you wipe the hair off of his sweaty forehead. He opens his eyes and smiles up at you and you return it easily.
âGood job sweet boy. Iâll talk to you later,â you whisper before standing up to fix your skirt. You stand up and observe the two of them laying in the mess they created. Their bodies are somewhat tangled and yet both sets of eyes are on you.
You walk quickly to the couch, retrieve your purse and head toward the front door. You leave without another word.
A/N: Come and scream at me in the comments. Or in the asks. Thank you for reading Lovies!
TAGLIST: @needingyou2
Summary: You havenâ seen Jungkook or Taehyung for week. But when your workload deems to be too much, both of them step in to make your workload more easy to swallow.
Part 11 in Madam Cupcake Series
Pairing: Jungkook x reader x Taehyung
Rating: 18+
Word count: 6.9k
Warnings: CRYING!, female receiving, pussy licking, mutual masturbation, dick sitting, female and a male orgasm, begging, whining, pussy grinding, pussy worship
A/N: Thank you to @needingyou2, @ignorethissign8 and OTHER for beta reading. This fic is slowly destroying me during FESTA and I hope it will destroy you too. Slide into my DMs when you cry.
PREVIOUS: Sir
JK: Miss you, too. Call me.
Youâre staring at your phone, missing Jungkook more than you would like to admit out loud. You quickly scroll and stare at a selfie he sent you hours ago. Heâs slouched on his couch, wearing a black hoodie, pout lining his lips, and round glasses rest on his nose. He looks incredibly cuddly and you wish you were there beside him, on top of him.
You exit that chat and pull up Taehyungâs contact. You scroll to a selfie that he sent you the day before, his eyebrows raised staring down the lens with a smirk on his face. You literally had to beg him to send a picture.
It has been three weeks since you last saw Jungkook or Taehyung. And you were completely correct in thinking that work would be crazy when you landed back home.
Not only did you need to meet with several companies that were interested in being bought by your company, you and Rain had discussed opening a small office in Seoul. You both agreed it would be best to get a space that employed a handful of people and provided a space to hold meetings with Choi. Part of the deal reached between your company and Choi was that you or Rain would be in Seoul for at least a few days of each month to provide updates, as well as a briefing of potential business ventures.
After a lengthy discussion about securing an office in Seoul, you both also decided that you were the one that would be best suited for the transition. Rain didnât want to be away from his family long and since you were potentially having sex with two people in the same town, for Rain, the choice was easy.
You agreed, but you were hesitant. It was nice to be far from them. It added a space that you needed and craved. They already inundated you with gifts and messages from far away, but what would happen if they were in the same city?
âMaybe find an apartment to rent?â Rain suggested as you sat at the conference table going over profiles of companies wanting investment.
âWe could always put it under the company and use it as a tax write off. I mean itâs no different than you staying at a hotel every time you fly out,â he continues as he rubs his eyes tiredly.
Breaking you out of your revery of Taehyungâs perfect jawline.
âOkay, Iâll get Kyrie to line up a meeting with a realtor and look at some places when I am there.â
For Rain itâs black and white, but for you itâs grey. A part of you wants to give into Taehyung and Jungkook and being in the same city scares you. It made everything too real and official.
âY/N⊠you holding up okay?â he asks, raising his eyebrow and taking a sip from his paper coffee cup.
You were beyond stress. Landing the whale had been a dream come true, but the volume of work was increasing greatly. The company was growing quickly and more hands would be needed to handle the influx of companies that you would be bringing under the umbrella corporation.
Your days have been filled with interviews and meetings. It was going to be a huge organizational restructuring and you both are riddled with anxiety about how to go about it. But you knew that once you set the foundation, the load would ultimately decrease off yours and Rainâs shoulders.
As the days passed and the amount of time you could communicate with Jungkook and Taehyung decreased, the more you longed to spend time with them. You missed seeing the doe eyed boy and seeing his nose scrunch up when your face lit up the screen. It worried you at first to feel like that, but you had to admit that he had worked his way to being a part of your day to day and it was a part that you looked forward to.
You missed Taehyung too. You missed his challenging conversations and his husky voice asking to touch yourself, while he stared at the screen unabashedly. And you knew they missed you. Taehyung was still sending gifts, the most recent being a spa package but you didnât have any time to use it as of late. And Jungkook still sent you small samples of him singing. You would lay down in a huddle on your bed, set your timer like you always did, but the only difference was his voice being the soundtrack to your crying.
You explained you were busy. You did. And they said they understood, but you felt more than bad. Taehyung had texted you and told you that Jungkook had been down for the last week and you felt highly responsible. Your Little Prince had sent you multiple texts a day asking to speak with you and you kept pushing it off. You werenât doing it on purpose. Okay.. well maybe that was a lie. You were feeling things. You were. And work felt like a great excuse to use to get more perspective.
âYeah, Iâm alright. Just tired.â
âAnd horny?â Rain laughs. You shoot him a look and he stops immediately, clearing his throat as he looks down at the papers in front of him.
âSorry. Just kidding.â he murmurs, looking at you from the corner of his eye.
Itâs okay. I am kinda horny,â you giggle.
âKnew it!â Rain says looking up immediately. And you both begin to laugh, falling into almost delirious laughter.
"Is everything okay with...J and T though?â Rain finally says after the laughing dies down.
âYeah, itâs okay. I havenât talked to them much. And last time I saw them...Iâm pretty sure we ran into an ex.â
âOoof,â Rain says, throwing down his pen with a flourish. âThatâs definitely something. Spill.â
âUgh, I mean we went to dinner and I met some of their friends and she walks in all beautiful and young and shit,â you huff, leaning into your chair.
âAnd?â Rain goads.
âAnd they both got weird. One gets all angry and the other sulks in his chair.â
âWhose ex was it?â Rain asks, standing up and walking to the cabinet that holds the liquor.
âPretty sure it was T. He fucked me in the bathroom minutes later.â
Rain stops mid-step and turns to look at you and then lets out a low whistle.
âWhat?â You ask as you fold your arms across your chest.
Rain tilts his head and then bends down to open the cabinet and grab the tequila that resides there.
He doesnât say anything as you watch him fill up two shot glasses with brown amber.
âI mean...I dunno what to say. I think thatâs something though. Did you talk to him?â Rain asks as he hands you a shot glass which you kick back quickly, earning a raised brow from him.
âI havenât.â
Rain sputters on his drink and wipes his chin. âWhy not?â
âI dunno. Just feels like itâs not my place to ask? Iâm not a girlfriend Rain. Iâm just fucking them.â
âBullshit.â he fires out. "Bull fucking shit Y/N. I fucking KNOW you. This ainât just sex for you anymore. This...this has evolved for you,â he runs his hands through his hair and pauses to refill glasses.
âYou check your phone all the damn time. And you sneak off to make calls. Seven months ago...this wouldnât have been a thing. You like them. Or one of them at least...a lot?â
You nod and take a sip from your drink.
âI want you to be happy. I know you say you donât want marriage. Or kids. But if you want to be with someone -- you should be with them. But stop pretending youâre above it all.â He says standing up again and then glancing at his watch.
âFuck! I promised Areum that I would be home in time to read her a bedtime story tonight. I gotta go. Are you good to wrap up for the day?â He asks looking over at you.
âYeah, I am.â you sigh.
âGreat get your shit and letâs go. I will walk you out,â Rain the papers on the conference table.
When you get home, you collapse in your bed in a heap. Stormy is licking your face as you contemplate on whether to eat, shower or skip both and just go to bed. But then your brain is pulled toward Jungkook. You reach for your phone and check the time in Seoul. And see itâs still morning, but a reasonable hour and decide to FaceTime Jungkook. He picks up on the fourth ring.
âY/NâŠâ Jungkook sighs, as he answers your call. âCanât believe youâre really calling me?â
âIâm sorry. I knew it was going to be busy. I just didnât know I wouldnât have time to talk to you. Iâm sorry.â
It has been days since you properly talked to Jungkook.
âItâs okay. No need to apologize. Youâre a busy business woman, I understand. Just missed you, ya know?" He shrugs.
âI...I miss you too," you mutter looking down at Stormy "Well, I have some good news. Iâm coming into Seoul at the end of the month,â you say, wanting to change the topic and the guilt of not speaking to him lately.
Jungkookâs face breaks into a grin. âReally?!â
You see the screen go blank for a minute. âSorry, I was checking my calendar. What days?â He asks nibbling on his lip.
"I fly in on the 24th. I have some meetings, but, I really want to see you. Will you be available?â
"I have a few recordings and practices ,but, I think I can see you on the 25th and 26th. Iâll make myself available. Does Taehyung know yet?"
âNo, not yet...I called you first,â Jungkookâs smile grows impossibly wider. âOoh I feel special.â
You laugh. âYou are, you kinda are,â you scratch the back of your neck and look at him on the screen.
âGood to know,â he hums, teeth on full display and hair falling into his eyes.
You wrap your call with Jungkook and then decide to call Taehyung. It was only fair.
âBeautiful,â Taehyung sweeps his bangs off his face when he picks up.
âI canât believe that youâre actually on the phone with me. Is everything okay? Are you okay?â He asks, looking directly at the screen.
âTaehyung, I missed you,â you blurt out and he immediately blanches, his eyes growing wide.
âYou missed me?â he hums, putting his finger to his lips. He looks around for a moment and then you see that he has gotten up and is walking.
"What are you doing?"
âIâm going to the bathroom. I'm at the studio, but I want to jerk off. You wanna help me out? Fucking miss your pussy.â Taehyung says matter-of-factly, as he closes a door behind him before looking back at the phone.
âHow can I help you?â You ask, feeling yourself throb between your clenched thighs.
âCan you undress? Let me see you, Cupcake. Fuck, Iâm getting hard just thinking about seeing you. Shit, when do I get to see you?â He rambles out as he sets the phone down, leaving you to just see the top of his head.
You lay the phone down on your bed and begin to undress rapidly, peeling off your shirt and pants quickly. You pick it up and see Taehyung biting his lip.
âI come into town on the 24th and I leave the 28th,â You reply, panning the camera down your naked body.
"Fuck! I canât wait." Taehyung grunts, looking down and fiddling with things below the phone.
"Let me see your cock, Sir,â you ask as your hand goes down between your legs, the need for relief building in you quickly.
Heâs quick to pan down to his cock. He has pulled it out above some baggy beige pants heâs wearing and his cock is fully hard, hand gripping it tightly and you swear you never needed to see a cock more badly in your life.
"Stroke it for me,â you call out.
"Fuck Sir, I want it so bad," you groan, rubbing your fingers between your slit as you stare at his hardness through the screen.
"Mmm yeah? You want this cock? Where would you let me put it if you were here right below me?â Taehyung huffs as his hand begins stroking his fat length.
âMy pussy or my ass. Wherever you want it,â you reply, rubbing your clit harder, the sight of Taehyung is enough to make you crazy ,but ,seeing him stroke his cock while talking dirty is almost enough to launch you into space.
"Iâd fuck both. Let me see your pussy. Spread it.â Taehyungâs face reappears on the screen and his cheeks are pink and his eyes look midnight black with lust.
You bring the camera between your legs as you insert a finger slowly inside and you hear him moan. "Fuck...look at that perfect pussy. Add another finger, I know you can take it," he hums.
And you do, inserting another finger while your thumb presses against your nub. âGod, it feels good Sir, but I wish you were here. Wish you were fucking me. Want your dick so bad.â
"Fuck Iâm gonna cum soon. Shit, keep going. Are you gonna cum soon? I hear you getting louder," Taehyung's deep voice calls out.
"Ye-yeah," you gasp out as your fingers move faster, your stomach tightening quickly with tension.
"Fuck I bet you need to cum so bad. Whenâs the last time youâve cum Cupcake?"
âI do need to cum. Havenât cum since with you.â
âFu-uck! Shit Iâm gonna make you cum so hard when you get here. Gonna make you cry again. Let me see your face when you cum.â
You lift the phone to your face and Taehyungâs face greets you, his tongue hanging out the side of his mouth as he stares hungrily at the screen.
âKeep moaning for me. Moan my name, beautifulâ he grits out and he angles the phone so you see him stroking his cock.
âFuck Sir, Taehyung I want you to cum.â
The camera gets shaky and itâs because heâs humping into his fist.
âFuck Iâm gonna cum. Thinking of you -sh-it your pussy,â he groans out as his cock sprays his load and he jerks his hips as his cum coats his fist.
The scene throws you over and you cum around your fingers while moaning his name. When you open your eyes Taehyung is staring at you and panting.
âShit cupcake. You gotta stop making me feel like a fucking perv. Gonna fucking murder your pussy when I get near it.
You giggle at his statement.
âWhat?â Taehyung huffs, setting the phone, presumably, on a counter and hearing the sound of rushing water.
âNobody talks like you Taehyung, itâs sexy.â
âYeah and I bet nobody fucks you like me either.â He says with a wink.
As soon as you enter the car, Jungkook is pulling you to him, his nose settling into the crook of neck. Heâs wearing a button up black shirt and you donât think youâve seen him look as grown as he does at the moment. His jeans are black as well but they're severely ripped and gashed on his thighs and knees.
âFuck! I missed you,â he whispers, placing a kiss to your skin.
âMiss you too,â you say as your lips seek his lips which he eagerly meets. Theyâre soft and warm and your heart thumps from being so close to him, being enveloped in his warmth and tenderness.
âYou sure you wanna go somewhere, Little Prince? We could just go up to my room,â You murmur as you take your time as your eyes eat up his broad shoulders, firm chest and tiny waist and then meet his gaze.
He laughs, "Oh don't worry. We will have plenty of time for that...later, " he emphasizes the end by wiggling his eyebrows.
"But I got plans for us first." Jungkook leans back into his seat and picks up your hand, threading his fingers with yours.
âSo what's the plan, handsome? Where are we going, Jungkook?â
His free hand touches the tip of his ear and his smile grows wider, teeth biting down tightly on his lower lip.
âWeâre just gonna have a little fun, you deserve some fun time. I can tell youâve been working hard.â
âOh shit, do I look that bad?â you laugh.
âYou? Never. But I can tell you've been working too hard. I wanna spoil you . You deserve it,â he says as he picks up your hand and kisses the back of it.
As the driver navigates the streets, Jungkook's eyes stay on you. He watches you as you fill him in with the details about the work deal and how much work lies before you. He listens intently and nods and hums in all the right places as his fingers play with yours.
âIt's too bad Taehyung couldn't join us tonight,â you pout, glancing at your phone and noticing Taehyung hasnât texted you. You hadn't heard from him since you landed. You thought he would at least text you, but it's been nothing but radio silence.
âYeah. He's been busy the last few days. I think he's going to drop his mixtape soon,â Jungkook replies, thumb caressing the back of your hand.
âBut I can't lie. I'm happy I get you all to myself. It feels like a long time since that has happened,â He murmurs, pulling back the privacy curtain and looking out the window as the car pulls to a stop.
âWeâre heerre,â he singsongs as the door is pulled open. Jungkook gets quickly out and offers his hand to you.
As you get out you're greeted by concrete. You're in a parking garage. Fun.
âWhere are we? Where is here?â You ask, looking at him.
âWe are at the Lotte World Mall. Let's get it,â he exclaims, pulling your hand excitedly. His eyes are crescents and his hips are moving side to side. His smile is impossibly wide and you melt a bit.
âA mall? Jungkook, we can't go in there. You will get tackled in seconds,â you balk, looking around and now noticing at least four security personnel standing nearby.
âWell, we have these lovely people who will keep that from happening AND I requested only one floor to close for us. So we can't go everywhere but the floor that I've secured, but I think you will enjoy it. So let's go!â
He pulls you again and wraps his arm around your waist as a tall and wide man leads you to a group of elevators, which opens promptly and escorts you inside. Said man punches the 2F button and the elevator moves quickly.
When it arrives, youâre met with creamy glossy floors and walls. The hallway is empty and signs for Gucci, Louis Vuitton as well as other high end brands greet you.
âGo wherever you want. Pick out whatever you want. Iâm buying,â Jungkook announces smugly as he grabs your hand and leads you out the elevator.
âJungkook I am NOT going to spend your money here,â you state, attempting to re-enter the elevator. He catches you easily.
âWhy not?â he questions, his face covered with confusion.
âBecause you're acting like I'm your girlfriend or something and not a fuck buddy, for one. And two, this shit is expensive as fuck.â
He grabs your hand and leads you to the Louis Vuitton store. Once inside, he picks up a purse you unabashedly stared at through the window and walks it over to the counter and sets it down smiling at the retail worker.
âWhatever she picks up or looks at for too long please ring it up. Donât ask her, donât ask me, just ring it up.â
âJungk-â
âY/N, let's just pretend, okay? Just for a few hours, that you are my WOMAN friend who I really enjoy sleeping with. And you pretend I'm the only man youâre sleeping with...just for a bit.â
You both stare at each other and he pushes away from the cashier counter and walks toward you. âBesides, I rarely buy anything. I hardly step into a store to shop. My stylists buy most of my clothes and if I shop it's all online. Can you just humor me for a little bit?â
âHumor you. Why?â
âBecause I want it. Want to pretend youâre only mine for 24 hours,â he says as he kisses your forehead and pins you with his stare.
âJust for a few hours,â he continues, as his gaze grows darker.
âOkay just a few hours,â you relent, melting into his warm embrace.
Jungkook's face lights up into a grin. âGreat, let's shop!â
After a few hours of shopping, picking some things for yourself and him picking some things for you and him, Jungkook asks if youâre hungry.
âStarving,â you reply, taking a hold of his hand.
âAwesome, I know a great place nearby,â he says cheekily.
He wraps his arms around you and leads you to an elevator and to your surprise when he presses the button 91 and then swipes a card.
âJungkook, what--â
âIâm full of surprises,â he whispers as he kisses your temple. âI still have you as my woman friend right?â he murmurs.
You nod and turn around to meet him face to face. Not caring about the personnel that has squeezed their way onto the elevator with you. Your hands slide up to his cheeks, and you place your lips into his. âIâm your woman friend,â you whisper back and when you pull away from him his eyes are warm and comforting.
When the elevator stops, it opens to a completely open hotel room. It has marble floors and a break neck view of Seoul. You can smell food and your stomach grumbles instantly as Jungkookâs arms wrap around your shoulder. You walk into the living room with Jungkook tucked against you and see all the bags from the shopping spree that Jungkook treated you to -- bags fillers with perfume, clothes, lingerie, purses.
âHello Mr. and Mrs. Jeon. Iâm Eun and Iâm your butler for the evening,â says an older man with grey hair lining his temples.
âIâm not-â
âNice to meet you Eun,â Jungkook interrupts and bows to the older man.
âMadam's bath is prepared. I can lead you if you need,â Eun says, looking at you.
You turn and look at Jungkook and he's grinning at you, eyes bright and sparkly.
âGo and relax. I will see you when you get out. Take your time,â he states, hand going to the small of your back as he kisses your lips tenderly and then cheek.
You follow Eun down the long hallway and he pulls up the door to a room and you see a large infinity bath in the middle of the room, creamy matching marble floors and walls greet you. âMr. Jeon has selected a few things for you to try in your bath if you prefer. And thereâs options for a change of dress hanging in the wardrobe bag there. Would you like me to pull the options for you?â Eun asks, turning to you.
âNo thank you. I think I got it, Eun. Thank you so much.â You gush.
âOf course Madam,â Eun] bows and swiftly closes the door leaving you alone. Your heart floods when you look around the bathroom, noticing your favorite bath brand and several options. You walk over to the wardrobe bag and slowly unzip it. You see a lavender silk pajama gown, as well as a black cotton set and a creamy satin set, along with a plain T-shirt.
You canât help but grin that Jungkook provided many options. You pull out the lavender gown and then begin to undress. You pick out a bath bomb and quickly undress, getting into the bath and wanting to pinch yourself when you're surrounded by your favorite bath suds. Everything feels luxurious and you haven't felt this relaxed in months.Your brain can't navigate away from Jungookâs smiling face or his words of wanting to pretend that you belong to him and him only. It sends butterflies through you, but also anxiety. Because at the corner of your mind, youâre also thinking of Taehyung. Youâre thinking about his voice and his laugh. Youâre thinking about his uncanny ability to see you fully.
You get out of the bath and instantly grab your phone, taking a quick selfie and sending it to Taehyung.
You: Thinking about you. Wish you were here.
After that you quickly moisturize and slip into the lavender knee length gown Jungkook had placed into the bathroom. And as you leave the bathroom, your thoughts are still on Taehyung.
âI remembered you liked steak. I hope you don't mind eating it tonight,â Jungkook says as he pulls out your chair at the mahogany table.
âNot at all. Love steak. Thank you.â
Jungkook rounds the table and pulls out the chair across from you. He picks up his glass of wine and leans it to you and you mimic his actions.
âTo you looking incredible tonight,â he hums as his glass clinks with yours and you laugh at his cheer but take a sip anyway. Keeping eye contact with him.
As you pick up your cutlery, Jungkook launches fully into the details of his schedule. âCan I tell you something?â He asks, setting down his fork and knife at the edge of his plate.
âTae and I had sex the other day,â he says, looking at you directly.
âYeah, I know.â
âYou know,â he gulps and reaches for his glass of wine. You nod and giggle, placing another bite of steak in your mouth.
âYeah, Taehyung told me you were sulking. Said he wanted to cheer you up and by cheering you up he mentioned sucking you dick.â
Jungkook chokes on his wine and sets his glass down rapidly. âFuck. Heâs an idiot,â he gasps, thumping his hand to his chest.
âDid he make you feel better?â you ask, cocking an eyebrow.
Jungkookâs lips quirk into a smile, âA little...yeah. Itâs been a long time sinceâŠâ
âIt was just the two of you,â you supply, picking up your glass. And Jungkook nods and looks down at his plate.
âYeah,â he scoffs, picking up his knife and fork before cutting harshly into the remaining steak.
âSo...tell me about Sunmi.â
You look over Jungkook and see his gulp. You pick up your glass and take a gulp from your glass and feel you mouth dry instantly. Maybe it was wrong ot bring up. Maybe it wasnât the time to ask about her.
Jungkook stops briefly and you hear him inhale sharply. He glances up at you. âWhat do you want to know?â he finally asks as his teeth snag the meat off the end of the tines.
âWhatever youâre comfortable telling me. I know sheâs Taehyungâs ex...the one that split you two apart,â you shrug as you pick at your food.
Jungkook places his fork and knife down on his plate neatly. He then leans back into his chair, arms resting easily across his chest. His tongue pokes the inside of his cheeks as his eyes wander around the room.
âI mean. All I can tell you is that Taehyung was in love with her. Thought he was going to marry her and have kids. But she broke up with him and so he was wrecked. What else?â Jungkook asks before leaning forward onto the table and picking up his glass of wine.
âDid Taehyung hurt you? Like when he called it all off?â
Jungkook leans back again and lets out a huge puff of air. âI mean...yeah. It hurt. But he was in love. I canât be mad with that,â he says as his eyes settle back on you. Itâs quiet as you both regard each other.
âCan I ask you a question? We've been talking for a while. This whole strings attached thing. Have you always been like this? Or did something happen,â Jungkook asks, elbows settling on the table.
Itâs your turn to reach for your wine glass and take a drink, feeling Jungkookâs eyes burn on you.
âIâve...Iâve been hurt. Iâve been in love and itâs never really ended well for me,â you sigh as you stare at your wine glass.
âWhat happened,â Jungkook asks.
âWell, I fell in love when I was young. But really I was taken advantage of...and looking back, he didnât want me to shine. I shined for him and him only.â You picked up your wine glass and took another sip and then pushed your plate away from you.
âWe got pregnant. But I lost the baby after he beat me. That baby would be almost eleven now,â you take a moment to swallow the emotions gurgling into your throat but you donât dare to look at Jungkook. You donât think you could continue if you did.
âAnd then...I fell in love again. And what I wanted...just didnât mesh with what he wanted. But honestly...I didnât work through what happened with my first love. Everything, all of my relationships were just too messy. I just donât think the love I felt equaled the heartbreak I went through,â you finally look up at Jungkook and see his eyes are watery and his cheeks are pink.
âYou ever been in love, Jungkook?â
He looks down and quickly grabs his glass. âMaybe once or twice,â he says, clearing his throat and looking back up at you.
âWas it worth it for you?â You ask and before you know it, your hand is on his, fingers rubbing his knuckles.
âIâd like to think so,â he whispers looking up at you and the look he gives you makes your stomach run fiery.
âI have to use the restroom. Be right back,â you say as you abruptly stand up and make your way to the bathroom.
As soon as youâre alone, you canât stop the tears that fall from your eyes. You do your best to stop them, but nothing you do heeds them. They fall and fall. You turn on the faucet and begin splashing your face with cold water and the tears only fall harder.
Suddenly thereâs a knock on the door.
âYes?â you call out, trying your best to sound put together.
âY/N? Let me in,â you hear Jungkook call back in response.
âAlmost done,â you shout back.
âOpen the door now. I know youâre in there crying. Open the door,â he calls back smoothly.
You turn off the faucet and walk slowly to the door. You glance back at the mirror and see that your eyes are red and puffy yet you still try your best to seem normal. You unlock the door and turn the knob slowly and when itâs barely inches open Jungkook is barreling his way in. His arms wrap around your waist tightly and his nose nuzzles into your hair.
âIâm sorry,â he whispers. âIâm sorry I asked you about that shit. I just wanted you to have a good time. I shouldnât have asked. Not tonight,â he rambles, placing kisses to your forehead.
Instinctively your lips find his and his soft lips are against yours. And your tears are still spilling from your eyes.
âLet me make you feel good,â Jungkook asks as he pulls away, thumbs wiping at the tears at your cheeks.
âYou make me feel good,â you whisper, feeling weak and exposed.
âLet me make you feel better. Câmere,â Jungkook pulls you to his chest and heâs hugging you to him as he navigates the hall and brings you to the bedroom.
You glance around briefly and see the lighting is dim and the bed is big. âI'm sorry I fucked things up,â Jungkook says as he walks backward to the bed, pulling you along with him.
âYou didnât fuck anything up, Jungkook.â
âI feel like I did...here, lay down. Let me take care of you,â he says, spinning you around and placing you down on the bed.
âYou look so beautiful in this. To be honest this was my favorite,â he announces as his body presses you down into the mattress and his fingers trace the straps of your gown. âGotta admit, I like this the most,â he says as he kisses your lips, then your chin and the shoulders.
âGonna taste you now. Is that okay?â he asks as he comes back to your lips and then presses his tongue against your lips as his hips work against you and you feel him growing harder.
âYes, you donât even need to ask,â Jungkook groans inside your mouth and his plush lips are working down your body as his hand pushes your night gown up, the softness of the silk making you moan.
âFuck, itâs been too long since Iâve tasted you,â Jungkook groans as his mouth ghosts over your covered nipples, making them stiffen rapidly, his thumbs run over them and you canât help but arch into his touch as you whimper.
âYou miss me?â He asks as his nose trails down your sternum, lips leading the way.
âFuck yes,â you groan, raking your hands through his hair.
âGood,â he gasps as he gets to your panties, fingers come up and rub at the lacy material and you hear him groan softly.
âYouâre so fucking soft. Letâs get these off you,â and he damn near tears the panties off your form.
âIâve had to share you with Taehyung too much. I like that I get you all to myself tonight.â Jungkook hums as he spreads your thighs apart.
âI like it too,â you moan as his tongue sweeps between your wet folds. Jungkook laughs and you feel his hot breath fan over your cunt.
âThis is all mine tonight, pretty girl,â Jungkookâs thumbs part your folds and you feel warm air hit your middle, feel your clit throb as being exposed.
âLook at my dessert. So ready for me,â Jungkook hums before you feel his lips wrap around your clit. Top lips pushing back your hood while his tongue wraps around your bud making you squirm and moan wildly below him.
Then you feel a tip of his finger at your entrance and you buck into it. âWant this? Need it?â Jungkook whispers against your skin.
âYes please,â you whimper, hips canting against his face.
âSuch a SWEET and pretty girl,â he announces before his mouth is back to its original location while his finger slides into you and you cry out.
âThis pussy is so tight. Wanna fucking bury myself in you,â he hums again.
âPlease do. I want it.â
Jungkookâs mouth and finger pause for a moment and you almost cry out in frustration.
âWhatever you want. You want me to finish eating your pussy or do you want me to fuck you now?â Jungkook asks, looking up at you, panting hard.
âFuck me.â
And itâs true, you needed to feel his skin on yours. You were desperate to feel him and smell him and touch him. You needed the intimacy badly.
Jungkook gives your pussy another swipe of his tongue before heâs pulling back. His eyes trained hungrily on your cunt as he palms his erection in his black jeans.
He licks his lips before standing up from the bed and removing every article of clothing from his form slowly, eyes trained on yours as he does. It takes every amount of will power in you to not get lost in the sinew of his muscles or the rigidness of his cock.
Once everything is shed, he is crawling up the bed, outlining your body with his eyes and you shiver in anticipation. You again, thank the gods and goddesses for the opportunity to be with someone who was carved out of marble.
When his face reaches yours, he sticks out his tongue and you quickly latch on. Wanting nothing more than to taste him. Touch him. And he tastes like you, only you and you moan hotly into his mouth as your fingers grasp onto his shoulders.
âFuck baby,â he hisses as his hips drop onto yours and his cock slips against your abdomen. Your eyes well at the sentiment. You havenât let anyone call you baby for years, but having him say it feels okay. It feels okay.
You find your hand running between your bodies and you're grasping onto his throbbing cock and he moans when you grip him. His cock feels so powdery and soft. You want nothing more than to feel Jungkook inside you
âNeed you in me Jungkook,â you groan as you angle your hips so his dick is at your juicy hole.
âFuck yeah, wanna be in you,â he gasps as he enters you hotly and all at once, making you shriek and claw deeper into his flesh on his shoulders.
âOh my fucking god Jungkook. Please keep going. You feel so good,â you moan.
And he does as requested, moving fast and hard. Face close and eyes watching yours as he thrusts into you. His grunts and hot breaths picking up in pace and tempo. Sweat is dripping down his body as his cock fills you up over and over again.
His hands find your waist as he brings his weight to his knees and he begins dragging you down on his cock, teeth biting down on his lower lip with effort. The noises of him fucking you wet and sloppy. Youâre loud and you can't stop the sounds emitting from your mouth.
âThis pussy is so fucking good,â Jungkook groans as his nails dig into your hips.
âBe louder for me. Louder,â he growls as his hips begin to meet the pull of his arms that have you dragging on his cock, the pressure in you so heavy and so hot that you are a mumbling mess. Tears are pooling at the corners of your eyes.
And when you get a chance to open your eyes, you find his. Theyâre on you. Attentive. Unwavering. Intense.
âFuck, donât stop. Iâm gonna cum," you scream out as your legs wrap tighter around his hips.
âMmmhmmm good. Cum hard, pretty girl. You deserve it,â he grunts as he thrusts hard into you over and over again while one hand moves down to your pearl and presses down and then up and repeating the action.
And when you cum, you cum hard. Wailing out loud and sobbing uncontrollably. Tightening hard around Jungkookâs cock, making him cum immediately, biting down on your neck as he does, whimpering and shaking above you. Wet and hot in you, but all you feel is his throbbing dick and his heartbeat against your chest when he does.
âHey...hey you okay?â He asks suddenly. His fingers are at the corners of your eyes and you realize you are still crying.
You nod and try to stop the tears, but it only makes you cry harder and your eyes screw shut in embarrassment. And then you feel his lips on your eyes and cheeks.
âItâs okay Y/N. I got you,â Jungkook whispers, making no effort to move from on top of you.
âIâm sorry for what youâve been through. I would never treat you like that. If you were mine, Iâd never do that,â he whispers as his lips find yours and you open up to him, letting your tongues collide and the feeling makes you warm and comforted.
âJungkook?â you ask after a few minutes of tasting his lips.
âHmm?â
âI gotta pee.â
He laughs and slips his semi hard dick out of you, and rolls back onto the bed.
When you finish up in the bathroom, you return to the bedroom and see Jungkook sprawled in the middle of the bed and his eyes fall on you instantly.
âCome here pretty girl. Youâre still mine tonight, remember?â he says, cocking an eyebrow at you.
You laugh at him, but still crawl into bed next to him and he swiftly pulls you closer to him, letting your head rest on his solid chest and you lull into the sound of his heartbeat and his smell.
âHey,â You kiss him on the lips.
âMmmm, hold on one sec. My turn,â Jungkook smiles and wiggles out of the bed and you watch his tight ass as he heads out the bedroom.
Your phone dings and you reach for it and see it's Candice. Pulling it open you see itâsif a little past 9pm back home.
Candice: Hey bish! I got this google alert. Is this your hookup?
It is a link to a news story. Clicking on the link you only see the headline and it reads:
Idol Kim Taehyung spotted with beautiful Lee Sunmi. Is Love in the air?
Below the headline is a slightly fuzzy pic of Taehyung walking next to Sunmi, his hand on the small of her lower back.
You stare at the screen. And then you hear Jungkook's phone ding on the other side of the bed.
â» Rating - (M) Warning! this contains strong language, fwb, sexual and angst themes that are intended for mature audiences. Please donât read if youâre not comfortable with the said themes and if youâre under 18!Â
A/N - hey guys, so.. it is time to say goodbye and i was always full of hope and love for this series. sadly, it wonât see the light of day like i hoped for but in all itâs unfinished, glory, i present to you ~ Chapter III of Clouded.
Summary: Jungkook meets you on a website named Sugarmamas.com and well things get a bit messy.Â
Word count:Â 10k
Rating: 18+
Warnings: Idol!JK x Dom!reader, Sub!JK, SMUT, SMUTTY, SMUT - oral (give and receive), cockrings, penetrative unprotected sex (be safe folks, itâs scary out there), a little tiny bit of fluff
A/N:Â Part one of the Madam Cupcake series, link to part two and three below. Anyway this is for entertainment only, I respect all members of BTS. And ENYOY!!!Â
Madam Cupcake Series:
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Jungkook was nervous. He was in a different country, waiting for someone he scheduled a date for on an online website. His legs shook uncontrollably under the table as he tried to settle his anxiety. It wasnât a rushed decision, this âdate.â He had been thinking of it over for more than a year. He wanted more than life was providing at the moment and it wrecked his brain to even think like that. What more could he need? He was the lead vocalist in one of, if not the hottest music groups in the world. He was working with guys that were closer to him than family, he had fame, and he had lots of money. And yes, he could catch the eye of any fan at a signing or concert and take she or he in a blink of an eye but he needed moreâŠmaybe more was the wrong word, he wanted something different.
And just as Jungkookâs thoughts were buried in his blessings, you swayed up next to him and placed your hand on his shoulder. His eyes caught yours, shining brightly and his tongue swept delicately across his bottom lips.Â
You wore a low dipping black camisole silk top, with tight leather pants and matching black leather booties. On your shoulders hung a camo green crop top leather jacket. Your hair hung in its natural state and your lips were tinted red.
âJK?"Â
Thatâs all he referred to himself in all your texts back and forth. He said it was a nickname his family and friends had given him and thatâs what he was used to now. You didnât pressure him for his full name, you felt no need to. His messages and pics were adorable. Not that he ever sent you straight on pictures of his face, no, but he would send landscape photos and city shots with just a smidge of his face showing.Â
A big wide eye in front of scouring skyscrapers or cute bunny teeth with a barely there dimple smiling in front of a plate of finely cooked meat. Only bits and pieces of his face, but JK said because of his line of work he needed a level of anonymity.