services for a queen.
pairing - female reader x jungkook
genre - smut
word count - 1.6k
summary - jungkook serves his queen in more ways than just as the royal head of security.
warnings - sub!jk, dom!reader, oral (f receiving), fingering, dirty talk, degradation kink, nipple play, very slight exhibitionism (?), inspired by Twisted Games by Ana Huang hihi
“How can I be of service to you, your Majesty?”
„Kneel“
On some days, like today, your schedule with endless visits and meetings with people who mansplained you on how to run your own country, left you frustrated and annoyed to the brink at the end of the day. And this was when you needed an outlet for your pent up frustrations. This was when you would call in your head of security.
Jungkook followed your orders and dropped on his knees before your throne.
You tilted his head up with your index finger and wordlessly commanded him to look at you.
“Take off my skirt.”
As a queen in modern times, you were luckily not to be required to wear pompous dresses with endless layers and a metal cage underneath anymore. It made Jungkook’s task to remove your pencil skirt easier.
The throne room was already empty, everyone dismissed from their duties for the night, when your skirt pooled around your heels and left you in nothing but your underwear and blouse.
Jungkook didn’t dare to let his eyes stray away from yours even if you knew he was dying to look down.
You pushed him down by his shoulders until he was sitting on his calves, eyes on the same level with your crotch. Jungkook licked his lips, preparing himself for what was about to happen.
“You know the drill, Mr. Jeon.”
You pushed your panties aside and hooked on leg on his eyes before pushing his head between your thighs.
You let out a moan when Jungkook’s soft tongue licked a bold stripe along your slit, lapping up at your juices before the tip of his tongue flicked against your swollen clit.
“Fuck fuck fuck-“ you groaned, your fingers gripping harder at Jungkook’s hair as you rocked against his face, his lips already covered in your wetness. “You like getting face-fucked like this by your queen?”
Jungkook moaned in response and it sent vibrations onto your throbbing core. His hands were feeling at your bare thighs and rode higher but you swatted them away before they could reach your ass. You pulled his head away by the roots of his soft hair and made him look up at you.
“You either only touch my pussy or not at all, do you understand?” Your harsh tone and scorching gaze were making Jungkook’s cock twitch in his tight uniform pants.“I asked you a question, Mr. Jeon.”
“Yes, your Majesty. I apologize for my mistake,” he replied meekly, a drop of sweat running down the deliciously exposed column of his throat.
“Good,” your palm released the strands of his hair and wandered to the back of his head. “I’m going to fuck that pretty face of yours until you have me dripping down your chin.”Jungkook only had time to let out a groan before his mouth was pressed onto your pussy again.
Not long after his promotion to Head of Security, he was called to your chambers to service you in a more… private setting. You needed an outlet for your frustrations and he was the most handsome out of the bunch. And he had never complain about it; he rather saw it as a compliment to be handsome enough to fuck Her Majesty personally.
You could feel his tongue teasing at your entrance to have a taste your juices, before it returned to your clit. “You’re such a whore for your queen,” you gritted, fingers entangled in his soft locks. “Eating her pussy in the middle of the throne room like this, where everyone could walk in any time.”
Jungkook whimpered and looked up at you. The sight of him on his knees for you in his sharp uniform and with his gorgeous face between your legs were straight out of your wettest dreams.
“What would your staff say if they saw their boss, the Head of Security, on his knees like this for the queen, huh? Quite degrading, isn’t it?” You smiled sweetly before you ran a thumb across his cheek.
A nimble finger suddenly ran through your folds and spread your wetness across your slit before it stretched your entrance and filled you up in one thrust.
“Ohh fuck-“ You moaned out in surprise at the stretch. Jungkook didn’t give you any time to adjust to the sudden intrusion as he immediately pumped his finger in you.
You could hear your juices squelching whenever he entered you and soon it was running down the inside of your thigh.
“Fuck, it feels so fucking amazing,” you groaned, tugging harder at his strands as his finger curled and graze the sensitive spot in you that had your toes curl. “Yes, right there, fuck. You’re treating your queen so well.”
Before you could fully adjust to his finger, Jungkook added another one and you couldn’t help but clench around his digits.
His mouth left your clit to lick at the juices on your thigh, leaving a wet trail on your soft flesh. “You taste so delicious, your Majesty,” he groaned against your slit.
His tongue returned to his spot on your sensitive clit that was so swollen it allowed Jungkook to suck and lightly nip on it, causing blinding pleasure to run through your body.
“Fuck fuck fuck-“. He could tell by our whimpers and ragged breathing that you were so close. “You love tasting your queen’s pussy on your tongue, don’t you, Mr. Jeon? So whipped for her taste.”
“Damn right I am, Your Majesty.” A third finger entered your poor entrance, making you let out a loud whimper.
“Fuck, it’s too much.” But like a madman, Jungkook was pumping his three fingers in you with abandon, hitting the right spot with each stroke, and together with his skilled tongue on your oversensitive clit, your orgasm hit you hard enough to make you see stars and let out a string of scandalous moans that could surely be heard by anyone outside this room.
But that was the least of your concerns as your pussy contracted around Jungkook’s fingers that were helping you to ride out your orgasm. When overstimulation hit, you pushed his face away and immediately whimpered at the emptiness when his fingers withdrew.
But before you could let out a word, Jungkook rose from his position and pushed you back on the throne. His strong hands positioned your thighs on each armrest, exposing your drenched folds to his hungry eyes.
His clean hand gripped your face and made your part your lips, before he pushed his fingers with your cum into your mouth.
“Lick,” he ordered. And you obeyed.
He watched you with a dark gaze as you twirled your tongue around his fingers while you looked up at him.
“What would your people say if they saw their queen like this, Your Majesty?” He asked with a husky voice. “With her legs opened wide for her employee, her cum-covered pussy spread wide open for him.... with his fingers down her throat as she tastes herself on them.”
His words made your pussy clench around nothing and he noticed it immediately, being accustomed to every inch of your body.
“What would they say if they knew what a dirty slut their queen is for her Head of Security?” Jungkook withdrew his fingers from your mouth and you gasped for air. He introduced them into his own mouth and hummed in contentment. “So sweet.”
Once he lapped up every drop of your essence from his fingers, he reached down to his pants where a very prominent bulge was aching for attention.
“Now, your Majesty,” He popped open the button and pulled down the zipper. Without bothering to take off his pants fully, he simply pulled it down together with his boxers.
Your mouth watered at the sight of his cock. It was already leaking precum at the slit of the swollen, red tip.
“I’m going to fuck that attitude out of you and every single bratty word on those pretty lips,” Jungkook said while he was stroking himself. His free hand reached down and ran through your fold. “Fuck, so wet for me again already, Your Majesty.”
“Only for you, Mr. Jeon,” you replied, eyes zoned in to his cock that you couldn’t wait to taste.
Jungkook groaned. Knowing he, and only he only, had such power over the Queen herself was turning him on too much.
“I’m going to fuck that pretty mouth until all you can say is my name.” He reached down to rip open your blouse with just one hand and pulled your bra down until your breasts spilled out of the cups. He kneaded them with a content hum before pinching your sensitive nipples.
“What a queen you are, Your Majesty. Perfect face, perfect tits and a perfect pussy.” His words caused a new pool of wetness to gather at your entrance.
“Please, Jungkook,” you begged and reached down to spread your folds with your own fingers for him. “Please fuck me.”
You could see that something snapped in him when you called him by his first name as he stared hungrily at your drenched pussy.
“Oh, I will, Your Majesty,” he ran his leaking tip against your folds and covered himself in your juices. “I will fuck this royal pussy until you understand that, even if you’re the Queen and think you’re in charge here, this pussy is still mine.”
Nothing could have prepared you for the stretch when his cock entered you. A deep growl escaped his lips as he filled you up and felt your wetness coating him.
“You feel so fucking good, Y/N.” With each sharp thrust, your back was pushed harder against the cold throne and you could already feel bruises forming on your hips where his fingers were roughly gripping you.
“Your pussy was made for me. Made for me to taste, for me to touch,” an extra hard thrust had you gasp out, “for me to fuck.”
And soon enough, there was nothing left on your mind except Jungkook’s name that spilled from your lips like a mantra as he fucked away your attitude, the bratty words and the frustration of the hellish long day.
