Magical Ball | Kinktober Day 8
jareth x wife!reader
warnings: jarreth is sooo in love with you, aphrodisiac, public dry humping/grinding, clothed sex, clit rubbing, missionary
a/n- a little longer one today. not really proofread like always 🙏🏻
Since the fateful day that you had sent your little brother, Toby, to be taken care of the Goblin King, Jareth, you have been pronounced Queen of the Goblin City. Adjusting to your new life in another world had been very difficult to say the least. The laws, festivities, and even the food was nothing like home. But, you have grown very fond of your new husband. He was very loving and helped you adjust to this other world.
As you slowly acclimated to the peculiarity that you were living, you began to grow more appreciative of your new life. The King was very passionate about being a ruler and being your man. He was also very possessive, he wanted everyone to know he was yours and you were his.
Today marked one year of you being being in the Goblin City. So, naturally, Jareth planned a huge ball to celebrate the anniversary of your arrival. You have been standing in front of your mirror for hours, your servants fitting the custom made dress to your body. The ball gown is made of sea island cotton, the best around. The light blue fabric accentuates your chest and arms, the flowy sleeves letting your arms breathe in the sweet smelling air. The fluffy skirt puffs out and ends half past your ankles, adding to the elegance of the garment. Ruffles decorate the bottom of it, along with a bow in the back of the dress placed at the end of the bodice.
Once the dress fits perfectly, your hair is styled and put into a half-up and half-down style, with only the top of your hair pulled into a perfect ponytail. Your hair is then curled and a white bow is put on your ponytail. Now, it's time for your makeup. Rouge is added to your cheeks and lips, your lashes are curled and coated in soot. Your eyes are then painted with crushed up berries, giving a slight blush to your lids. A necklace adorned with white jewels is then hung around your neck. Your diamond wedding band is placed back on your finger, a symbol of Jareth's love for you.
A few moments after you finish getting ready, Jareth joins your side and waits to walk into the ballroom, where the ball had just started. He looks at you with awe, appreciating your beauty. He takes your hand in his and compliments gently, "You look so beautiful tonight, I am so lucky you stayed here." Glancing at him, you see him wearing an unbuttoned white shirt, with ruffled adorned at the sleeves. A light blue jacket matching yours on top and black pants. You thank him and walk in to the party area, all eyes on you and the lover. You both find the way to your thrones and stand in front of them.
Hoggle stands in the corner of the throne area and begins the royal introduction. "You all have been invited here to celebrate Queen of the Goblin City, Queen Y/N, being here, in the Goblin City, for one year today. Let us rejoice in her being here for the rest of time!" You bow and appreciate the loud applause from your subjects, still a surreal experience to you, something you had dreamed of for years prior. As the crowd settles down, both you and Jareth take your seats, waiting for the first dance to return. You started looking around, appreciating the intricate details of the room. A huge crystal chandelier hung in the middle of the dancefloor, light reflecting off of it. You feel your husband grasp your hand, intertwining your fingers.
"What do you think of everything, darling?" Jareth questions, wondering of your approval. This day is very special to him, as it marks the day you stepped foot in his castle for the first time, which soon after became your castle, too.
You look at him and smile, "It’s absolutely wonderful Jareth, thank you!" You beamed, clearly so appreciative of this special day. He smiles in return, giddy that you are enjoying the planned festivities.
Soon, it is time for the first dance. Jareth stands up, your hand still in his, and guides you to the center of the dance floor, already cleared of goblins. He places his hand on your waist, his other hand holding yours in the air, bent softly at the elbow. As you begin to dance, you feel his eyes on you, piercing into your soul, your lover never being able to keep his eyes off of you. You gaze into each other's eyes, adorned with love and admiration for the other. Entranced by your beauty, he pulls you closer as you both move elegantly across the dance floor. Jareth leans in closer and traps you in a kiss, becoming blissfully unaware of your surroundings.
His tongue desperately slips in between your blushed lips, slowly enchanting you with lust. You relax your body, starting to melt into the entanglement of you and Jareth's pink tongues. He pulls you closer, wanting to feel your skin touch his. As he breaks the kiss, the two of you breathless, he resumes staring into your eyes, unable to break away, even just for a moment. Pure love radiates from him, detectable to everyone in the room, no space for doubt to be in the back of any goblins' mind.
When you both return to your thrones, plates of delectable sweets and breads envelop the areas surrounding the royal seats. You notice that some of them are your favorite foods from back in your old world. Perplexed, you exclaim, "How did you get these! I have been missing food back home so much!" You smile, filled with nostalgia.
As you take the first bite, an indescribable feeling takes hold of you, cradling you in a sense of need, desperation. You hadn't felt anything like this before. You need your husband, craving him. Returning your hand in his, he massages his thumb on the back of your hand slowly before bringing it up to his face and placing a soft, wet kiss on it.
“I have done everything I can for you, and I would do it again in a heartbeat. Your name is imprinted in my heart, your entire being. I love you, y/n," Jareth coos, filled with love and fondness. The tension between the two of you became thicker, making you both hot and heavy for each other.
It almost seem like he was trying to coax a reaction out of you, for you to make the first move. "I love you too, Jareth," you speak as you stare into his eyes.
You get up and gather the skirt of your dress before sitting down in your man's lap, shifting to get comfortable. He wraps his arms around your waist, resting his arms just under the bottom of your boobs.
"Comfortable, Your Highness?" He questions, his hands reaching up and palming your clothed breasts, squeezing them lightly.
You gasp softly, realizing how much you needed his touch. Hearing your sound of enjoyment confirmation enough for him to go farther. He slides his hands down the bodice of the gown, evoking a gasp from you, a sound of excitement. But, a wave of embarrassment crashed over you. Remembering where the two of you are and who's in the room makes you feel awfully insecure.
You whisper in his ear, "But the goblins can see us, what will they think? Isn't it inappr-" "It doesn't matter, I want everyone to know you belong to me, I want to declare my love for you, over and over again," Jareth interrupts, shutting down your reluctance to be so vulnerable. He needs you here and now.
As you silently agree to his actions, the King gets more bold; he moves the petticoat under your skirt out of the way so you can properly sit on his lap, feeling his erection. By lightly grinding on it, you emit a quiet moan.
"Mmh, yes, right there, love. Keep grinding, you're doing such a wonderful job," Jareth teases, turning you on even more. Desperate for pleasure, you move slightly faster, trying to make sure attention is not drawn to the both of you. Heavy breathing and grunts accompanied by the fabric of the dress rustling slightly filled the air around the both of you; due to the hyperfocusing of the clarity of the sensually heated actions of you two.
You both soon decide to get some privacy, so the King makes up an excuse to go back to your shared chambers.
“You all will have to excuse my love and I, the Queen has since been feeling under the weather. We will return after she has rested up at about half past eight,” He announces, leading you to the bedroom.
He’s very careful with your dress while laying you on the bed. He moves the skirt up, revealing a white garter and a pair of white lace panties. He pulls those to the side, watching as a string of wetness stretches, attached to the fabric of the undergarment. Jareth stares in awe, admiring you. He moves his fingers to your swollen clit, he starts rubbing, slowly building in speed. Soon, he’s moving at your perfect pace, leaving you squirming.
“Enjoying this a lot, my darling?” Jareth asks rhetorically, knowing just how to make love to you. When you can barely even squeeze out a word, legs shaking, that’s when you’re truly being pleasured.
He pulls his cock out of his pants, tip already leaking, a very noticeable wet patch on the front of his pants. He had been craving you, every aching moment leaving him wanting you more and more. He puts it in, immediately feeling how tight, hot, and wet you are.
“So amazing, dear (Y/N), you’re so good to me,” Jareth coos, always filled with love for you.
He begins to move, holding your hand, maintaining eye contact with you. He wants to savor every time he makes love to you. He’s been wanting someone like you for so long, why wouldn’t he be?
You both moan together, looking into each other’s eyes. Jareth gets closer, releasing into you. “Can’t wait to do this again later, but we have to get back to the celebration,” he says, sounding somewhat disappointed.
You nod, agreeing. He helps you quickly clean off and the two of you walk out, returning to the ballroom.
“I’d do anything to have a special moment with you like that again.”