Pairing: Jungkook x F!Reader
Word Count: 5031
Summary: Jungkook is a knight, and (y/n) is a princess. A war is on the rise. Will their love survive?
Parts: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5,
Warnings: Semi-smut, nipple play, nipple sucking, groping, dry humping.
You pull the black cloak around your shoulders tightly as chilly winds of spring nights crawl into your bones. Your (h/c) whips your face like a shard of ice and obstructs your view of the already dark forest. Every step feels risky when you can’t differentiate the ground from a deep puddle or slippery terrain.
Jungkook breaks the silence, whispering, “So, how was your day, Princess (y/n)?”
“Um—it was quite eventful.” You answer hesitantly. “Father brought me to the seamstress, and we had a difficult conversation. I was bombarded with homework, which I had to cram in 3 hours because my sisters wanted to play. I ended up leaving the garden soaked to the bone.”
Jungkook laughs and faces your depleted demeanour. “Did you fall into the fountain or something?”
“Geez, it couldn’t have been that obvious.” You scowl as if the cold water still clung to your clothes. “I was tricked—" you quickly close your lips before he asks about your little incident.
“Don’t worry, I trust you.” You side-eye his mischievous grin.
“Well, how was your day?” You ask, stepping over a long tree root.
He sighs heavily before responding. “It’s the same old usual routines. I’ll be honest, I’m getting bored of the repetition, but It’s not like I have a choice.”
The atmosphere goes tense from Jungkoko’s raised topic. Gosh, all these “how to be a good wife and queen" responsibilities have drifted your mind away from the Eastern conflicts. Unlike Jungkook, you weren’t at the forefront of these issues.
“Oh, right. Have you heard any news regarding the Eastern Kingdom?” You inquire, easing into the sensitive topic. You'd rather have a relationship with him knowing such heavy-hearted topics weren’t meant to be kept on his shoulders alone.
He takes a moment to talk. “The Eastern Kingdom is taking more hits from the rebellion. They’ve set crops ablaze but took the crops and meat for themselves. This will soon hurt the townspeople of Profiscia if not taken control of soon.” His eyes meet yours before continuing. “Hopefully, the ball will help create the allies they need.” He smiles, reassuring your concerned thoughts before you even tell him.
Staring off into the dark forest you both tread through. “I hope Juni is alright.”
“I’m sure she’s alright, princess.” He approaches your smaller figure and places a hand to gently rub the shoulder farthest from him. The sudden warm presence comforts your shivering body until he pulls away shortly after. “What did your father say?”
“Oh, nothing," the words shoot out of your mouth.
“Are you sure? You said it was a difficult conversati-”
“Yes. It’s nothing of importance.” You stand your ground at his questioning; your voice wavers suspiciously.
The sloshing footsteps of the big man stop behind you as you continue walking. “Princess (y/n).”
Jungkook stands still with his arms crossed over his brooding chest. A tight expression on his face as he sees through your unusual behaviour. It’s not like you were good at lying.
You shake your head as an arm rests on a wet tree supporting your tired body. You were ashamed to hide the truth, but there was a log in your throat stopping you. “I’ll tell you when I’m ready, okay?”
With a huff, Jungkook walks up behind you and grabs your hand, firmly holding it as he guides you down. He looks down before speaking. “Be careful. Don’t go too far. Tt’s slippery.”
His dark eyes loom over your wide ones. You cower, hoping he doesn’t hear the fast thumping beneath your skin, cursing the muscle for overreacting. The dime-sized space between you two was so small, yet your skin burned to close the gap.
You bite your bottom lip as you stare into his black pupils hidden behind his wet, wavy strands of black hair. Your eyes switch from one eye to his lips and to the other eye.
You gulp down saliva as you both stay still, your one hand still in his warm grasp. Your hand fits snug and safe in his warm hand. He doesn’t move, and neither do you.
“Let me bring you to a nice place.” Jungkook interrupts you as his hand lets go of yours. The cold sensation rushes up your hand again. Your stomach flips at the lost skin contact.
You follow behind Jungkook, muttering an ‘okay’ as you approach his waiting body.
“Jungkook, where are we going? My feet are so sore.”
“Hey, we’re almost there.”
“You’ve said that for the past hour.”
He laughs at your complaining, dragging you up the muddy mountain further.
The tips of your shoes curl into the muddy terrain under your feet in fear of slipping into the mud. The bottom of your dress is now soaked in mud while the rest of you are drenched from the freezing rainwater. The gifted black cloak weighs your body further into the mud, failing to keep you warm. The only warm thing you feel is Jungkook’s hand around yours, his large body protecting you from rainfall and falling back.
A free hand covers your eyes as you face Jungkook’s back. “How are you not falling right now?” You ask.
Jungkook’s response is muffled.
“Wait, what?”
“I said. ‘What do you think I train for as a knight?'" He shouts louder.
“Unbelievable.” You mutter under your warm breath.
The downhill terrain levels out to a patch of rock and wood of a broken-down building. The building looked weak, and the entrance doors creaked against the wind. Branches decorate the entrance and scratch the windows and walls that still stand. Some walls have large holes, while others have completely fallen. Debris washes away from the rain, rushing through the large gaps.
Jungkook’s hand slightly tugs yours. “Come on.”
“You’re joking. That building could collapse any moment.” You hesitantly ask.
Jungkook reassures you, “I’ve been here a lot. You’ll be fine.” He guides you to the large silver gates, his free hand opening one to guide you in. “Watch out for the stairs. They get slippery in the rain.” His hand tightens around you as you climb.
“Thanks,” you say. Your eyes dart to the large black doors in front of you. The rain glides through the swirly engravings on them as their height reaches the grey clouds. The sharp wooden carvings feel expensive under your (h/c) hand. “What is the place?” you ask, entranced by the new feeling.
Darkness consumes your vision as Jungkook pushes one of the doors in. “Let me show you, princess.”
With a sharp inhale, you step into the cold place.
The red fire illuminates the large empty room. Its light shows the spider-filled corners, the dusty bookshelves along the walls, and the broken night lamps and dried-up ink jars sitting on the large table in the middle of the room.
Light follows Jungkook as his hands work to light up tall candles in random areas of the room. He walks with ease, without knocking over glass vases and other candles on tables. He circulates the room like he once lived within these walls, his footing easily guiding him to candles and around the large dusty chairs and sofas.
Jungkook’s voice echoes through the room as he asks. “How are you holding up, princess?”
“I’m a little cold.-” your voice echoes back to him.
His footsteps approach your seated figure on the couch with an outstretched hand. “Give me your cloak.”
Jungkook watches as your fingertips shiver to unravel the button holding the wet fabric onto your skin. His eyes widen as the cloak falls of your wet bare skin, glimmering against the fire’s light. His heart hangs low in shame. He brought you through that rainstorm when all you wore was a silk nightgown. The wet fabric hugs onto your shivering body. One of the straps falls off your shoulder and slightly reveals your glistening soft breast. His skin burns pink as his eyes dart to the fire; he doesn't want to rudely stare.
He clears his throat, still looking into the fire. “I-is that all you wore?” The wet thick fabric touches his hand.
He walks towards the fire and hangs the cloak on a nearby chair. “I’ll be back. Stay near the fire.” Jungkook says, his eyes looking at everything but you as he walks out of the room.
You cross your arms against your chest, attempting to capture more warmth. Wet footsteps follow you as you walk towards the fire, crouching down as your hands reach for the fire.
Jungkook walks in, clothes in hand, to find you sitting down in front of the fire. The dress clings to your back the same way your hair clings to your face in the wind. A small ring of water forms around you on the carpeted floor.
You look up to see Jungkook holding a dress in one hand as the other holds, you assume, dry clothes for him. You get up to grab the clothes and notice the damp carpet under you. A giggle escapes your lips as you look up at him. “I promise I didn’t pee myself.”
His left eyebrow twitches up as a smirk appears on his face. “Are you sure about that?”
“Ha ha,” you sarcastically laugh. “Where do I change?”
“Oh, I can leave; there’s a room down the corridor I can go—"
“No! I mean, just change here.” Air gets stuck in your throat as you try to explain. “We’ll just stand back to back.”
“Princess, I reassure you it’s alright—" Jungkook’s foot begins to walk backwards.
You interrupt him. “No! It’s fine. I'd prefer you change now than later,” you convince him with an awkward smile.
His shoulder slightly falls in defeat. He turns around before speaking. “Ok, but no peeking.”
“You wish!” You snarkily reply before turning to the wall.
“Just tell me when you’re done.”
You place the black dress on a nearby table as your hands travel up to your wet straps. You pull them down, and the wet fabric falls to the ground with a *splosh* as it echoes through the room. You cower in embarrassment and quickly reach for the dress on the table.
The same sound you made echoes from behind you.
“Why would you drag us out in the rain, Princess?” Jungkook teasingly says.
You turn around to defend yourself, “Hey! I-”
You watch as Jungkook’s hand pulls off the soaking shirt from his back. He grunts as he pulls the tight fabric off his bare arms; the muscles flex and contract as he plops the shirt onto the ground. Your eyes wander along the muscles moving under his wet skin as he reaches for the dry shirt on a nearby sofa. His right hand brushes through his semi-long hair as drops of water fall down his toned back.
Your throat tightens as you watch him snake his toned arms through the shirt's holes before he peeks his head through it as well. The rest of his body disappears as his fingers brush against his skin to pull down the tight-fitting shirt.
His voice wakes you up out of your daze, and you clutch the dress in your hands. Your naked upper body shivers against itself as you slip into the loose-fitting black cotton dress.
“S-sorry, give me a sec.” You yell back as you fasten the straps on your shoulder.
“Of course,” Jungkook mutters as his eyes drift to his feet. He couldn’t believe he brought you out on such a horrible night. He should’ve made sure you were wearing more than that thin dress, but he couldn’t tell when the cloak covered most of your body. He made sure to get it bigger than your usual size so you’d be properly covered.
Jungkook notices the rustling of clothes stops echoing in the room. “How do I look?” He slowly turns at your gentle voice.
His eyes slowly wander up your body. Blood rushes to his cheeks when he sees the bracelet still snug against your ankle. The plain black dress falls snug onto your soft (s/c) glistening skin. The comfortable look doesn't fail to hug your body. Your wet hair frames your innocent face, and his breath hitches in his throat at your doe-eyed look.
“Great…” Jungkook replies.
In reality, you looked beautiful. He wanted to tell you how gorgeous you looked as wet strands framed your glistening skin. How he wanted to feel those soft lips against his own. He would tell you how the smell of rain on your skin gets him crazy and warm.
You were the princess. He was a knight.
“Here, come sit on the sofa,” Jungkook says as he grabs your wet clothes and hangs them beside the cloak.
You sit down in the corner of the couch, leaving space for Jungkook. He comes back with a thick blanket and throws it over your body. The heavy blanket surprisingly smelled clean. He laughs at how cute you looked, bundled up with only your head poking out of your blanket.
“What?” You ask, your eyes searching his amused face.
"Nothing...nothing," he says, sitting down on the other end of the sofa, leaving a gap between the two bodies.
You know he’s cold, regardless of whether his muscles and large body can keep him warm. You push the side of the blanket closest to him off and pat the cushion beside you. “Come closer."
“As Princess, I order you.”
He rolls his eyes before scooting closer. You feel the sofa bend down under his weight. “Better?” he asks.
“No.” You pull the blanket over his legs, ensuring it covers his whole body by patting it under his farthest leg and over his bare feet. “Now, it’s better,” you say with a cheeky smile before huddling back into your corner.
Jungkook’s eyes falter at your actions. There was no sense of hatred or revenge in your touch. There was compassion and care. He felt like a kid getting tucked into bed, a feeling he had to forget to live with. But with you, living came so easy.
You face his worried tone. "Why, what’s wrong?” you ask with a worried expression.
His eyes face the crackling fire. “I brought you out on such a horrible night. You got soaked to the bone, and now we’re freezing in the middle of the forest.”
Your heart ached at his guilty confession. How could he think you would be mad at him?
“Jungkook, it's ok.” Your hand reached out to brush the wet hair out of his face. His skin felt warm under your fingertips.
“You know how boring my days are without you? I’m stuck in ridiculous classes all day. I have expectations that wear my literal soul down. People expect me to eat a certain way, or dress a certain way, or walk a certain way, or choose the hobbies that I should be enjoying. " You exhale a heavy breath and look over to him. “I promise to you, I'd rather be stuck with you eating frogs in mud, stuck with you in rain, fire, a tornado, and even snow. I'd rather be stuck with you in a foggy, scary town with vampires. I'd rather be stuck with you with no food than be in the castle. And I say this fully acknowledging the privileges that come with being a princess.”
His hand reaches up to grab yours as he cradles your soft hand between his two. He opens the palm to the firelight and gently traces the lines on your palm, studying each line and curve written in your palm.
“Are you a palm reader now?”
You both chuckle at your timely remark.
“I feel the same way,” Jungkook says, his finger still tracing the soft edges of your hand.
Your stolen hand wraps itself around his. “You’re my best friend. You know that, right?”
His hand tightens around yours. “Friends… Right, yeah. Friends.” His voice cracks repeating your words.
“Do you remember when we went to the pond?” Jungkook asks.
You searched your childhood memories with him at a pond but couldn’t recall anything. “Can you give me more details?”
“It had to have been after our classmate's birthday. We were about 13?” Your confused expression pushed Jungkook to continue. “I think her name was Anua. She was the birthday girl, and she invited us to the pond. Including the bullies in the class.”
“Oh- right. Anua was a sweetheart.”
“Yeah, she was.” He continued. “Do you remember what happened when her bullies came?” You shook your head 'no.' He chuckled before continuing. “They started eating all her cake. Ripping down the decorations. Calling her names while pulling her hair. They pushed the other kids and hit them, including poor me. They broke her gifts and took it for themselves. They honestly ruined her birthday party.”
Your jaw hung low from shock. “Were there no adults?”
“We were old enough not to have them around.”
“Right, what happened after?” You scoot closer as your curiosity rises.
“Then you came.” He took your silence to continue. “You chased them away and said some very mean things to them. You threw rocks at them, fixed her toys, and did your best to redecorate the place. You made her a birthday cake out of mud and candles of twigs before telling her to blow it out. Then you walked her home to her mom.”
“I don't remember any of that.”
“Well, the next day you brought all those bullies back by the ear and told them to apologize to Anua. I personally think you gave her the best present, and she was so happy that whole year.”
You blink in utter disbelief. When did you have that much balls? “How do you remember that?"
“I was one of the unfortunate kiddos that got hurt by them. I had a bloody knee and couldn’t stop crying.” He rubs his knee before continuing. “You had lifted me off the ground, guided me to a chair, cleaned my bobo, and wrapped it with a clean towel.” His eyes meet yours. “I still think about that moment.”
You shy away under the covers. “Well, that’s what a good person does,” you say, muffled under the thickness of the blanket.
“Do you remember the night of your 16th birthday celebration?”
Your face lit up at the memory, slightly lifting you out of your seat. “Yes! When we snuck out and ate my favourite cookies and cake all night.”
He snickers at your kid-ish response. “Yeah. We talked all night and kept going from under your bed reading those story books to sneaking in the kitchen to refill our milk to playing in the garden.”
“Talking about those cookies makes me want them right now.” You frowned, realizing how empty your stomach felt.
“I’ll get you some cookies tomorrow,” Jungkook says as you laughed at his quick wit.
“I still remember your dress.”
Your eyebrows furrow. “The (f/c) one?”
“Yeah.” He clears his throat before continuing. “I remember when you came through the doors and we were supposed to yell ‘surprise!’ But I couldn’t because I was so shocked about how beautiful you looked in the dress.”
Jungkook’s sudden confession heats your cheeks. What an odd thing to admit.
His fingers trace the outline of your hand intertwined between his. The soft touches send chills up your body.
Jungkook’s left leg shifts under the covers to move closer. The heat radiating from his body warms up your core as his body inches towards yours. The smell of rain meets your nose as he pulls your hand closer to his lap.
“Do you remember that night we danced in the rain?”
You nod your head at the memory. It was his 21st birthday, and you were busy all day. You decided to drag him out of headquarters into the cold rain, risking trouble on both your parts.
“We went to the nearby waterfall and jumped off the cliff together,” you admitted.
“It was just us. Just us and no one else.”
Jungkook was right. You two spent all your free time with each other if given the choice. But you liked being around him. You liked his humour, his kindness, his bluntness. Especially his ability to treat you like a normal person who makes mistakes like others.
“Maybe we should get more friends.” You bluntly admit.
Jungkook throws his head back in defeat. You look at his sudden dramatic act in surprise.
“What?? Isn’t that what you're saying?” you whine at him.
His arms come up to ruffle his wet hair, massaging his scalp at the headache you give him from your cluelessness.
Your eyes glaze over his flexed arms, ruffling his wet hair. Water slightly splashes your face, but you're too focused on the shirt hugging his perfectly moulded arms and chest. You wonder how it would feel lying on his broad chest with his hands on your body. You look away with flushed cheeks at the sudden thought.
“Just forget what I said.”
You pick up the sorrow in his voice. “Wait! Jungkook, please explain.” You exclaim, your knees dig into the space between you as his hand sits between yours against your chest.
Jungkook’s ears burn red as his hand grazes against the soft skin of your breast, feeling the plushness along his forearm. His eyes search your face. The light of the fire dances on your soft, cold skin.
Maybe if Jungkook couldn’t explain it, he could show it.
His right arm grabs the arm of the sofa and traps you in between the tight corner and his brooding figure.
“Just feel it, (y/n). Tell me what you feel.”
Your eyes widen as his body lifts him over yours. His hands free’s itself from your cold grasp and touch your waist, gently grabbing your waist and pulling you down under him. Hovering with one hand beside your head, his free hand grabs your hand to put on his shoulders. You interlink your fingers behind his wet neck.
Your heart flutters as his eyes travel down your restless body. He moves himself down on his elbows and buries his face in your neck. His hot breath sends warm pulses through your body and opens your core.
His lips open like feathers against your neck.
“If you want me to stop—"
His soft lips feather kisses from your ear to your bare collarbones as his free hand massages your waist. Your eyes flutter as his warm breath travels to the other side of your neck. Your nails scratch at his neck as he licks your earlobe. Your breath hicks at the feeling.
“Tell me. Tell me if you feel your heart racing.” his wet tongue licks a stripe up your neck, causing you to tighten your legs around his bottom.
His hand travels down your legs and pulls the dress up enough to reveal your bare leg. He wraps it around his waist. His hands climbs up your dress and lies on your breast, his thumb right over the nub.
You push your breast into his hand at the contact as your legs tighten around his waist in search for friction. You pull at his hair as his lips flutter along your jawline and hover over your burning lips.
“Are you aching for me?” His whispers into your right ear as his thumb swipes your clothed nipple. “Tell me if you feel what I feel.”
The heat between your legs grows as his hand gropes your breast while twisting the nipple between his fingers. The thought of Jungkook playing with your body turns you on so much. You feel cold liquid trail down your inner thigh at the thought.
Jungkook’s knee flushes against your warm opening as his hand grabs your flushed face in front of his. His eyes search for answers in your glossy ones. “Tell me how you feel.”
You whine in his hand at the lost sensation. But he said to show him how you feel.
Your arms wrap around his head as you push your aching lips into his plump ones. Your lips move against his hungrily, showing you how much you want him.
Jungkook moves at the same hungry pace as you, his lips digging for the flavour he’s been craving for years. He rubs his clothed knee on your wet opening and a moan escapes your kiss.
“Jungkook-” You moan into the silent room.
“I know (y/n). Tell me what you want.”
“Play with my breasts.” You whisper against his ear.
He presses his warm lips onto yours before grabbing your body and seating you onto his warm lap, giving him better access.
Your opening sit directly on his clothed member. You feel flushed at how hard and thick he feels, all from you. Your hand lies on his left cheek, and you pepper kisses along his neck vein.
He tilts his head, giving you access. His breath quickens as your hips move against his member, the friction feeling heavenly. His eyes flutter from pleasure as you lick along his sharp jawline, kissing in search of his soft spot. Your warm breath against his skin causes his tip to leak. One of his hands grabs onto your waist, helping you rub faster against his leaking dick.
You grip the back of the sofa to stabilize yourself as your lower half rubs onto his dick, balancing yourself to hit yourself in the right spot. Every time you sit and rub down on him, a euphoric feeling surges through your body, pushing you to rub on him harder and faster.
Jungkook lifts his pelvis in unison with your motions, his dick pulsing, feeling your wet opening against his leaking tip. The movement causes the sofa to creak in unison. His hands travel to your shoulder and pull down the strap of your dress over your shoulder. You move your left arm off the couch and help him pull it off completely.
You fall against his warm body as his hand moves the fabric over your breast and plays with the erected nub. The feeling of his dick rubbing against your nub and his calloused hand playing with your nipple feels electric. The double pleasure flushes you limp against his body.
“Do you want me to suck on your nipple?”
You shyly nod into his neck.
His wet mouth sucks on your clothed nipple, his hot breath erecting the nub through the cotton. His lips wrap around to suck on the nub as you fasten the pace against his dick. The warm feeling in your core tightens, taking all your energy.
“Keep rubbing, (y/n).” He commands as he places both his hands on your waist to steady your rubbing. His mouth sucks at your breast as you continue riding.
The feeling of rubbing your wet clit on his dick spurts more wet liquid as you continue riding it. His mouth sends vibrations into your breast as he moans from the wet feeling. The sound of Jungkook sucking on your sensitive nipple as his warm saliva travels down your stomach sends another warm pulse through your core.
“Come on, I’m so close,” Jungkook groans into your ear.
His pleading voice makes you fasten your pace, your thighs burning as you rock your hips up and down on his dick. You push yourself off his body and steady yourself on his shoulders.
Jungkook’s hand replaces his mouth. His hand squeezes your breast, and he watches your eyebrows twitch from pleasure. He plays with your nipple before holding on to your waist again.
His dick twitches inside his pants at the sight of you. The dress is up to your lower stomach, showing your toned thighs and pussy rubbing against the wet-clothed area. Your exposed breast is bouncing along your rhythm, and the other slightly bounces under the dress. His hand reaches to pinch the clothed nipple, sending a warm pulse through you. He moves the fabric away from your breast, allowing them both to bounce in front of his face.
“I’m close, (y/n)—" Jungkook breathes as the sight turns him on more, sending precum through his dick.
He holds on to your waist and moves your waist up and down his dick so fast the pleasure doubles. He holds you firmly down and fastens the stroking of his dick, watching as your manicured fingers play with your nipples as they bounce.
You cry out in pleasure and fall against Jungkook’s body upon your release. The weight of your body is on Jungkook, who continues rubbing on your sore pussy.
You turn to face Jungkook and latch your lips onto him, kissing your way through his finish.
The hardness under you fades as he moans into the kiss. His arms wrap around your lower back as his head falls onto your shoulder. His breath slows down. His finger rubs circles on your back, and you brush through his damp hair.
“Are you okay?” Jungkook asks, afraid to lose you to sleep.
You hug Jungkook's body tightly. “I feel it. I have.”
He hums into your skin while brushing through your hair. Gently brushing out the tangles in your hair with delicate fingers. He wanted an answer, but he couldn’t rush you into anything you didn’t want.
You push your body off his shoulder and face him.
He gently smiles and brushes the strands away from your glistening face. “I understand this complicates things—"
“It does. It really does.”
His face falls in shame. “I’m so.”
“But I'd rather be here with you than live my life never knowing how we felt about each other.”
His arms pull you flush against his warm body, almost crushing your bones. He kisses the skin of your arm before speaking. “I swear I’ll figure something out.”
You bury your head into his neck.
How can a Princess and her Knight live happily ever after?
