The Proposition
“I’ve seen him fight,” the Queen says.
Y/N hasn’t, not once has she seen him raise a weapon or his fists. Jungkook is bit of an enigma to her, and that makes Y/N more uncomfortable than she’d like to admit. She’s unsure of his fighting style, if he favours his left or right or if he has any tells. Judging by the breadth of his shoulders, Y/N thinks she’d struggle to take him down in a raw body tackle but -
“Now I’d like to see him fuck.”
Oh.
This is my first Jungkook fic, it's also my first Y/N fic, please be kind! It's PWP, just a scenario really, but it was fun to write!
I really like fantasy, so think of Jungkook in black armour and swinging round a sword.
If you enjoy it, please tell me because I'm already working on the second part!
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Y/N’s hair is still slightly damp from the bath as she rushes down the sconce lit hallway. The flames flicker as she passes, the stone floor echoing her rapid pace before she knocks into a female servant rounding the corner.
“I’m so sorry,” she apologies, catching the girl’s elbow.
The servant’s eyes widen as she recognises Y/N, drawing herself up before dipping her head.
“I wasn’t paying attention, I’m sorry,”
Her reply is gushed, moving her body to the wall and out of Y/N’s path. She sighs. Y/N has a reputation. She’s never laid a hand on anyone undeserving, anyone weaker. But despite this, her name has passed from whispered lips to eager ears. The brutal force she uses in the practise ring, the bruised cheeks and cracked ribs she gifts to male soldiers unable to keep their mouths shut.
There had still been water droplets clinging to her neck when the message came.
Meet with the Queen in her chambers. Now.
That’s how Y/N finds herself trying to smooth down her sleep shirt outside the Queen’s guarded personal chambers. A helmeted solider inclines his head, pushing at the door handle and gesturing for Y/N to enter. The creaking wood gives way to a wide expanse of furs, velvets and gossamer.
It’s warm as she enters, aromatic. Low lighting forcing Y/N to scan the luxuriously decorated room with a caution she’s uneasy with considering she’s mostly unarmed. She leaves her shoes at the door, bare feet on cool stone.
“Your Majesty?”
“Y/N, we’re in here.”
Her voice calls from further within.
We?
Y/N’s mind races, unaccustomed to the casual nature of visiting royalty in their personal space. The Queen is certainly familiar with her, Y/N has been requested numerous times for guarding, trips away from the castle and general security when concerning Her Majesty. But this is different. Never has Y/N visited her personal rooms, and from the direction of the older woman’s voice, her bedroom.
Her mouth goes dry, mind reeling at the possibilities of what she’ll find past the threshold. Silently begging any God that cares to listen that it’s not the old King draped in a robe about to indulge in some horrible lewd fantasy. The image churns her stomach. But the man with the Queen is definitely not the King. Y/N stops short. And then her brain jumps into action. Protect the Queen.
“Your Majesty?”
Y/N very obviously relieves her knife from her waist, fingers flexing around the handle. His head tilts, curiously watching as she palms it, assessing. The man’s face stays neutral and Y/N has a difficult time of understanding the situation before her. He’s not in a threatening pose, he’s casual, if not slighting pinched in the shoulders. She does recognise him. He must be off duty, just as Y/N is, oversized long sleeve top and loose trousers, a complete contrast to the usual armoured uniform.
“Have you met Jungkook?”
“I-we haven’t officially met.”
She knows who he is. Arrived a month or two ago, part of a group that’s joined their forces to ease tension between the two different lands. Y/N has no idea if the transition has been smooth for them as the unit has yet to really settle. But now that she has a chance to observe him, she’s convinced it’s him who’s been watching from the outskirts of the practice ring. Surveyed Y/N’s fights with large eyes uncharacteristic of where he’s from. Watched Y/N take down smart mouthed soldiers who thought her being a woman would make her an easy target for crude jokes.
The armour his group wear is nothing like hers. All black, sleek deadly spikes on the shoulders and the braces strapped to his forearms. Y/N had admired from afar the sword slung on a belt around his hips. A different design to hers, the handle more elegant, flowing into a smoother blade. Hers can be heavy and clunky when she’s tired, that’s why she prefers a simple knife or hatchet.
Y/N’s attention pivots back to Jungkook. Silver hoops hang from his ears, another ring in his lip.
“I’ve seen him fight,” the Queen says.
Y/N hasn’t, not once has she seen him raise a weapon or his fists. He’s bit of an enigma to her, and that makes Y/N more uncomfortable than she’d like to admit. She’s unsure of his fighting style, if he favours his left or right or if he has any tells. Judging by the breadth of his shoulders, Y/N thinks she’d struggle to take him down in a raw body tackle but -
“Now I’d like to see him fuck.”
Oh.
Y/N almost drops the knife as her stomach clenches, eyes shooting to the Queen but she’s not looking at Y/N. Her appreciation roams over the man to her left.
“Why -“ Y/N breathes.
“I asked him, anyone, anyone at all. I’d picked him out a pretty kitchen girl. She’s been offering him extra helpings for weeks,” the Queen huffs a laugh at the suggestive meaning.
“But he picked you.”
The information is left to settle between the three of them. Y/N is forced to catch up quickly.
Her Majesty’s blue eyes return to Y/N, his however, have never left her since she entered the room.
“I’m not really in a position to partake,” she huffs a laugh, “I’d be content to just watch.”
“I don’t understand.”
“I’d like to see you two together. There’s no pressure here, Y/N. But I think you might have fun.”
When Y/N doesn’t immediately bolt from the room, the Queen smiles, popping a grape into her mouth.
“Go and introduce yourself properly, Kook.”
He’s encouraged with a soft hand to his shoulder. Y/N backs up a step, still with the knife in her hand. It makes his approach cautious because he knows what she can do with a blade. Has seen firsthand how even a small knife can turn the tide in a fight. It just depends on where you stick it.
“He’s pretty, isn’t he?” The Queen hums.
Y/N thickly swallows as she follows his movements. He’s barefoot, just as she is. And his body control resembles some sort of big cat, lithe and almost predatory.
Of course he’s fucking pretty.
Dark hair flicks over his forehead, dark brown eyes, and full mouth.
He comes to a stop before her.
“Why me?” Y/N whispers.
“I like the way you move when you fight. You’re jarring,” he breathes. “Blunt. There’s no softness to you.”
“You like me because I’m violent?”
“Yes,” he admits.
A funny sort of disappointment descends over Y/N. Worried that he’s some sadistic horror disguised with a pretty face.
“And I’m desperate to see how you’ll bend for me.”
Not if, but how.
Y/N almost misses the breathless, ‘please’, that slips from his mouth. Her eyes try to find his but Jungkook’s gaze falls away along with the apparent confidence he lead with. It shocks Y/N to find him, seconds later, on his knees at her feet. Why would he beg for her? Why would he bow his head is submission waiting for her answer?
The Queen’s voice cuts through the surprise of the situation.
“You’re safe here, you both are. No-one will disturb us.”
Her palms have gone a little damp, her fingers curling into the loose trousers she wears. When she’d received the message, Y/N would never had guessed a begging man would be waiting for her.
“It’s important to both of us that you consent, Y/N.”
Dragging her attention away from the man knelt before her, Y/N glances around the room. Warmth spills from the fireplace, the glow of it lighting the bedroom in a soft orange. There’s a huge fur rug on the floor, soft fabrics upon every piece of seated furniture and some sort of shimmery curtain drawn from the bed. The bed. Y/N has never seen a bed this large, this well decorated. There’s so many pillows at the head she may have to fight her way through them to lay down. And to be bedded by a man like him, in extravagance like this. Y/N will most likely never get this opportunity again.
To hell with it.
“Yes.”
He raises his head, dark round eyes looking up at her. She has to fight the urge to stroke his cheek. Jungkook gets to his feet instead, body closer now that he knows the offer has been accepted, that he’s been accepted.
“Y/N, come here.”
She moves around him, his attention snags, adjusting his body to always keep her in sight, a flower to the sun. Y/N is soon with the Queen and she stands to the side of her extravagant seater. She places the knife back in its sheath before laying it next to Her Majesty.
Heavy lidded, Jungkook never strays from Y/N’s gaze despite him standing before both women. Not even as he relieves the two buttons at his neck before dragging his shirt over his head. It’s unceremoniously dropped to the floor. Low slung trousers that hang from his hips.
“Beautiful,” the Queen softly admires.
Evidence of hard training, a body used to fight rather than pose is revealed, lit by the warm orange tones from naked candles. The now doe-like eyes are a surprising contrast and Y/N is almost certain he’s waiting for similar approval from her. He receives it, not vocally, but in the shy glances Y/N graces his stomach with, his thick biceps and strong shoulders.
“Oh,” the Queen gasps. “I have something for you, Kook. Y/N, hand me the box.”
She does, passing the box to Her Majesty and watching with intrigue as it is opened. There’s a chain inside, a thin one. Definitely not to restrain, but delicate and decorative.
“For his neck,” she informs, holding the jewellery up by the smaller hoop. “And his waist.”
The necklace connects to the waist chains via a single chain.
“Will you help him.”
It’s not a question.
Jungkook remains perfectly still and Y/N thinks he may even be holding his breath as she approaches. Only a few inches shorter, she circles him, reaching to clasp the necklace around his bare throat. His quiet whine does not go unnoticed as Y/N’s fingertips skim the small of his back.
The connecting chain settles between his pecs and over the ridges of his stomach. She lightly bands her arms around him, drawing the longer chain to clasp his middle.
When Y/N rounds on him she puffs a heavy breath in appreciation. He looks like a dream, some sort of pretty war-prize done up for the sole purpose of the Queen’s admiration. He looks untouchable.
“Don’t be shy,” the Queen encourages.
The muscles clench as Y/N’s fingers delicately trail from the side of his torso to his hip. Goosebumps rise and his nipples pebble. His erection becomes obvious through his thin trousers, something that makes the Queen smile as she pops another grape into her mouth.
“Can he touch you?” she asks.
Y/N gives a small nod to accompany the quiet confirmation. He’s delicate when he reaches for her face, thumb gently sweeping her bottom lip. His actions are so soft, the complete opposite to the person Y/N knows is one of the top soldiers in his unit, hard and unyielding. Y/N feels like a piece of art being admired, Jungkook’s fingers trailing down the column of her throat and across her collar bones. Her mouth dries whilst the apex of her thighs becomes wet as those same fingers slide beneath the collar of her shirt, pushing the fabric as far down her shoulder as it will go.
Y/N feels the smirk against her skin as he presses his mouth to her exposed shoulder. The warmth of his breath fanning out. She can’t remember the last time she felt like this, Y/N is still fully clothed but the promise of what’s to come with this man has her breathing pick up. He moves closer, humour finding his lips as Y/N startles at the press of his cock against her hip. Before her cheeks have a chance to tingle pink, she palms at his crotch. He’s hot and heavy and considerably less jovial compared to when he was teasing her.
“Let me see.”
Y/N startles, the Queen’s voice is commanding.
If he can be bold, so can she. Y/N’s fingers hook into the pretty chain at Jungkook’s waist and he trails her like a dog. Blindly, she walks backwards towards the Queen’s voice. Y/N feels exposed as he subtly watches her breasts bounce beneath her shirt as they move.
Her Majesty is draped over the length of a deep red, velvet bench. Her bowl of fruit rests in front of her and she places yet another grape into her mouth. The couple stop before her and she tilts her head, admiring the form of his body and the straining at his crotch.
“Show me his cock.”
The instruction makes her pause, no preamble, straight to it. Y/N’s eyes flick up to Jungkook’s face. The dip of his chin is followed by Y/N taking a settling breath, pulling down the waist of his trousers enough to take out his leaking cock. He’s sensitive to her touch, eyes closing momentarily and humming from the back of his throat as Y/N’s thumb presses under the head. They shoot open when she lightly drags a fingernail along his shaft.
“Pretty and responsive, aren’t you the dream.”
Jungkook watches as Y/N’s hand moves up and down the length of him, forehead knocking into hers and they both peer down at the movement between them. He’s almost panting in restraint not to fuck into her hand. She lightly squeezes, treating them both to a moan. Before Jungkook can back Y/N up to the wall, the Queen speaks again.
“I’d like to see him sucked off. He’s too pretty not to be in someone’s mouth.”
The crudeness of Her Majesty’s revelation causes Y/N’s hand to still. She glances at her, the tilt to the older woman’s head is suggestive, that and the way she sucks on the slice of peach she’s just cut with Y/N’s knife. Her eyes glitter at the two of them, very much enjoying how the evening is panning out.
Y/N doesn’t think, just steadies her descent to the floor on his thigh, squeezing at the muscle when her knees meet cool stone. He’s quick to offer her a cushion which she accepts. Any other time, Y/N would never be caught on her knees in front of a man. She’s vulnerable, but in the soft light of the Queen’s room, she feels safe.
‘Oh, good girl,” the Queen quietly praises.
Not one for dramatics, Y/N takes Jungkook into her warm mouth, her saliva making obscene wet sounds as she rhythmically sucks at him. His fingers come to tangle into her hair, no pressure, just there. That is until she suckles at the head, tongue pressing into his slit and Y/N can feel his fingernails lightly bite into her scalp. She’s testing his resolve.
She thought it would feel embarrassing to perform such intimate acts in front of the royal. But with the Queen’s soft, encouraging praises and Jungkook’s raw groans, Y/N’s core is only growing stickier. Her nipples are peaked and she gasps around his cock when his fingers brush them. It makes things messier, the head pops from her mouth, tongue tracing the veins along his shaft before Y/N gags on him and he jerks.
Jungkook pulls out, a hand to her jaw to stop her chasing him. Her lips are wet, eyes slightly glassy as she gazes up at him.
“Give me a second,” he strains, eyes screwed shut.
“I think he may be the one to bend for you,” the Queen lightly suggests.
He uses the distraction to tuck himself back into his trousers before moving to stand behind Y/N. She’s encouraged up from the floor with a strong arm around her middle. It shocks her that she’s so easily negotiated, and it startles her more that she willingly complies. He turns them to face the Queen.
Jungkook uses one hand to stretch the fabric of Y/N’s trousers away from her waist. He boldly peers over her shoulder, Y/N feeling the twitch of his erection against her back as he delights in the sight of her bare pussy for the first time. He’s quick in progressing, warm hand cupping her, fingers teasing at the wet arousal as the Queen keenly looks on.
“Do you want to show me how he makes you feel?”
The question is gentle, Y/N turning her head away, eyes tightly shut. But she gives a nod. Jungkook uses one hand to pull at her trousers, Y/N wriggling her hips slightly before they hit the floor. With her eyes still closed, she feels her face heat, Jungkook’s hand sliding between her apex, inviting her to unclench her thighs.
Y/N doesn’t have to do anything, the breach of two fingers massage her entrance, slowly dipping in and out before withdrawing completely. She knows what they show, the evidence of her soaking arousal. Y/N presses back into the solid man behind her, part of her wanting to hide away. He doesn’t sway.
“That’s so pretty,” the Queen almost coos.
And it’s odd. Y/N begins to feel a weight lifted. The constriction of embarrassment and humiliation eases its hold on her. She begins to leans into bliss instead. The feeling of being desired, being praised and having someone else take responsibility for her pleasure.
“You should return the favour, Kook.”
The suggestion is light but the way he acts on it is anything but. Y/N’s back hits the mattress moments later, legs brought to rest on his strong shoulders. His mouth against her is sinful, the flick of his tongue contradicting the doe-eyes currently gazing at her. They go hazy when Y/N’s core clenches, her thighs trembling around his silver hooped ears. His hummed response is one of pleasure.
He rubs the ‘v’ of his fingers up and down her slick soaked lips, the tingling sensation complementing the attention he gives to her clit. Jungkook is messy, puffy mouth working to suction before his tongue then soothes the building tightness. Y/N has never been treated to oral like this before, sometimes her bedmates didn’t even bother, just wetted her pussy with saliva spat from their mouth.
Jungkook enjoys this, adores her thick thighs around his head, the heavenly taste of her arousal, and the fact that she’s trying desperately not to force his face further. He chuckles, mouth full of pussy before taking the hand Y/N is fisting in the sheets and welcoming it to fist his dark hair instead. She’s not commanding but as soon as Jungkook’s nose comes into play, her back arches from the bed. Involuntarily, Y/N rolls her hips into his face, chasing the euphoric feel of his nose rubbing against her clit.
The Queen laughs.
Y/N is breathing heavily when Jungkook withdraws with a smile on his face. He wipes his face with the back of his hand.
“No,” she weakly complains, fingers making a grab for the chain at his neck.
She misses and he smirks.
“He’s not going anywhere. You can have his mouth, and nose,” she titters, “later.”
Jungkook’s hands hook to Y/N’s bent legs, dragging her closer to him across the vast bed. They’re at odds, Y/N bare from the waist down and Jungkook bare from the waist up.
“Kookie, this way, let me see.”
His hot palms flatten to Y/N’s inner thighs, spreading them wider to expose more of her to their small audience. Y/N knows she’s glistening, arousal and his dedicated tongue. She watches him bite at his bottom lip and then the ring.
“Perfect. She’s ready.”
“Are you?” he asks quietly.
Despite the Queen’s obvious statement, Y/N thinks it’s sweet that he still inquires. She may have been ready from the moment he first touched her. When she first touched him.
“Please.”
He carelessly kicks his trousers off and away. Using his knees to the back of her thighs, Jungkook presses to expose Y/N more before lifting them to rest over his. He lightly laughs at Y/N’s gasp, taking his cock and tapping it against her slickness. The distance between them closes as he leans over, lightly tapping her again.
The Queen has sat up straighter in casual eagerness, the first fuck into Y/N is slow, taking his time and cautious of not giving all of himself to her all at once. He needn’t have worried. Y/N digs the heel of her foot into his backside, encouraging him deeper. There’s a unified groan between them, Jungkook’s head tips back, mouth open before he comes to his senses. Too desperate to watch Y/N’s reaction to revel in his own pleasure, he catches the crease in her brow and the curse on her lips.
“How does he feel?”
Y/N’s response dies on her mouth as his hips withdraw. And she’s a little mortified at her body’s reflex. Fingers dig into his waist wanting to keep him within her, alert eyes finding his satisfied ones. JK reassures her with a slow rock to his hips, a motion he continues, letting Y/N feel every inch of him.
The Queen snorts a laugh as Y/N raises her hand, giving a thumbs up with her eyes screwed closed and her toes curling into the sheets. The dangle of the chain from his waist is warm but tickles the sensitive skin of her partly exposed stomach. It’s overwhelming as he picks up the strength and pace. His face is pinched in pleasure and the tingling clench in Y/N’s stomach almost panics her. So much so, she wriggles under him, pushing at his chest to create some distance. Immediately, he backs up.
“Please, I don’t want to cum yet,” she begs.
As soon as the information processes in his foggy brain, his hands are on her, dragging her back. Y/N has never felt this powerless before. Normally, she can dominate a tousle in the practise ring, no matter the opponent there’s always a weakness. But as Y/N is bodily negotiated back into Jungkook’s personal space, she starts to think that maybe her weakness is the man she’s under once more, this time on her front. He fills her from a different angle, arm around her middle as he takes her from behind. Fingernails bite into Jungkook’s forearm. The roll of his hips has Y/N gulping at air.
She flicks her head to the side and Y/N is momentarily jealous of the Queen getting to objectively witness the movement of his body. The side profile of their union is on full display and Her Majesty lets out a heavy sigh at the sight. His left arm supports his weight, the other helps Y/N with the pace of their meeting hips before sneaking between her shaking legs, fingers teasing her clit.
He noses at the back of her neck and Y/N is treated to every little groan slipping from his mouth. She releases her own when she remembers how that nose felt between her thighs.
All too soon, the encompassing presence retreats and Y/N’s back feels cooler without his hot body pressed against it. He doesn’t slip from her though, only straightens on his knees, hands to her hips.The Queen lets out an appreciative whistle, intently watching as Jungkook begins a relentless pace. Y/N would admire his stamina if she wasn’t being so thoroughly fucked. Her hands crease the bedding, the muscles in her thighs and butt jiggling as she’s repeatedly pounded.
“Let me see, Kookie”
It seems he hasn’t forgotten why they’re both here, who he’s performing for. Jungkook leans back to the side slightly on his heels, a hand behind him to support his weight. It’s a slower pace, but gives Her Majesty a more intimate view of his wet cock entering Y/N from behind as he rolls his hips up into her backside.
“Good boy.”
He turns coy at her royal praise.
“Can she ride you, Kook?”
Y/N barely has time to register what’s being asked before he’s pulling out. She whimpers at the loss. He rolls off, his desperation apparent with the grabbiness of his hands. Laid flat out and decorated in his pretty chains, Y/N thinks he resembles some sort of dream, a fantasy waiting to be fulfilled. Both women admire him as his cock twitches against his stomach. Hair a mess and lips bitten pink. He whines at Y/N to move. Impatient, he sits up, grabbing at the meat of her thighs before sliding his hands around to her backside to squeeze. Y/N lightly laughs, rising on her knees enough to take hold of him and paint his tip along her opening, again and again until he’s moaning.
“I think you’ve teased him enough,” the Queen amuses.
Jungkook helps in guiding her down to seat herself on his lap. The clench of her core causes his head to tip back, the movement exposing his throat. Y/N’s hand slides up his chest before he regains control, dark eyes locking back on her again. The first tip of her hips is steady and deliberate, wanting to see how he’ll react. Jungkook’s mouth hinges open. Y/N is smiling down at him as he curses in his native tongue, her hips now rotating on his lap.
“Y/N, you’re being cruel.”
She bounces on his cock, tits jiggling under her shirt but it’s a sight he’s desperate to see unclothed. Y/N’s vision is momentarily obscured as the bottom of her shirt is lifted over her head to rest at the back of her neck. It exposes her chest to him without taking taking the clothing fully off. Y/N would prefer to not fully bare her breasts, to keep her top on. But the way he’s staring has her back arch with more confidence.
“Oh, gorgeous.”
He doesn’t reply, just palms at them before letting go to watch them bounce with their fucking. Y/N laces their fingers, using his palms to leverage her movements. He’s more than happy to comply, even enhancing the feel by pumping his hips up into her.
Y/N’s thighs are shaking when he breaks free one hand. Unable to look away, he licks at the pad of his thumb before rubbing it to her clit. The clench in her lower belly is hot, all the places they’re connected are overwhelming. Y/N desperately grips at the chain trailing down his stomach like she’s trying to reign him in. It doesn’t work, of course. If anything, it drives his hips harder and quickens the pace of her impending orgasm. By the time it hits her, Y/N is a quivering, sobbing mess on top of him. Her breath leaves her like she’s just gone two rounds in the practise ring and Jungkook coaxes the last drops of pleasure with a lazy smile.
Y/N is on her back before she can blink, Jungkook pulls out, heavily fisting at his cock as his chest rapidly rises and falls. Hot spurts coat Y/N’s stomach and breasts as she watches his cock twitch in his grip. He almost looks pained, drawing out the last of euphoria, swiping the pink head against her belly and then her breast.
Jungkook gathers their clothes from the floor. His top is gently wiped against her stomach and then her chest, cleaning away evidence of his climax. Once finished, he helps Y/N pull her shirt back down and wriggle into her trousers. It’s only then when they’re both dressed, Jungkook partly, that the Queen moves from her seat.
Y/N feels content to find his hand, lacing their fingers together and squeezing. Her Majesty perches on the side of the bed and he let’s his eyes fall closed as she carefully pets at his hair whilst showering him with praise. The sigh he exhales is one of comfort and it makes Y/N wonder if he’s ever really been doted upon.
“How was it, Kookie?”
He mumbles something in his language that neither women can understand. Although, Y/N has a good idea of his thoughts on the last few hours as he playfully rolls into her side. She laughs upon feeling his cock fattening up against her hip again. Y/N shoves at his shoulder and he falls easily onto his back with a smile.
“You know, Kook, you’ve done such a good job at pleasing both of us, but you haven’t actually kissed her yet.”
The information seems to sober them both instantly. He turns his head to hers on the pillow, both their hair a mess. They’re face to face, his body rolling to her once more. Jungkook’s nose brushes at her cheek and it makes her smile. When his lips meet Y/N’s, it’s brief, and of all the things they’ve done in this bed, it’s this kiss that makes him shyly blush.
“Thank you,” Y/N whispers into his mouth.
“My pleasure.”
They’re allowed a few minutes in luxury sheets and feathered pillows before the Queen speaks again.
“Take your time, but you need to be gone by morning.”
She almost seems sad to say the words, the disapproval of others in the court weighing heavy on the cooling situation.
“Y/N will leave first,” the Queen smiles at her before turning her attention to Jungkook. “You’ll wait, Kook,” she says, eyebrows raised in warning. “And then you’ll leave. You do not leave together.”
He grumbles his understanding, pulling the sheets over both of their heads.
“There’s no rush, I’ll be reading in the other room.”
And then she’s gone, through the bedroom door and off into another adjoining room within her vast chambers. The two of them are left alone under the covers. He looks down at where he’s playing with her fingers.
“Do you think that maybe you’d want to -“
Y/N doesn’t even allow him to finish before she answers.
“Yes.”
“Yes?” he grins. “Regularly?”
“How often are we talking?” she challenges.
He raises his eyebrows and Y/N bursts out laughing. Her fingers catch at the chain still around his neck to lure him in for another kiss. It’s another hour before Y/N begrudgingly removes herself from his sleep heavy arms. She peeks at him again from around the doorway, one last look and she’s gone.
