jungkook x you (femreader) | 3.8k words
summary – wanting tipsy jk all to yourself after an album release party.
rating – 18+ (sex, course language)
a//n – adapted fic from my main blog x
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All you wanted to do was drag Jungkook back to your hotel room, get reacquainted after a couple of torturous weeks of being apart, maybe run a hot bath and enjoy the rest of your night in peace.
In your dreams.
You never really had Jungkook for long during a BTS album release and the subsequent tour that always followed, and because of that, you wanted to make the most of your time actually being in the same country, let alone the same city. But your handsome, social butterfly of a boyfriend had other ideas – ones that didn’t factor in your desire to have him all to yourself.
The long, doting line of people wanting to wish Jungkook good luck for the album and praising his strength through the bands’ tenacious comeback while getting a sneaky selfie was never ending. To put it plainly, it was obnoxious but you were used to it now. He was effervescent, charismatic – an irrisitable magnet to anyone and everyone. You loved him endlessly, admired his ability to smile through the pain even more but all you wanted to do was say goodnight to everyone and leave.
Barely two words were shared before you were whisked off in a car and through the doors of this swanky restaurant – the private function room and bottomless champagne making it less excruciating.
“All I can think about is getting this over and done with so I can come back here and rip this beautiful dress off you.”
Those ‘barely two words’ were enough ammunition to last you a couple of hours, holding onto the hope of that promise coming true. But now you found yourself being a gracious wallflower at the lavish Arirang album release party, watching the man you love embracing all the people who made his dream come true. It was taking every ounce of strength you had to try and push any filthy thoughts you may or may not be having aside for the sake of your own sanity. Smile and wave.
You weren't the only one holding it together.
Jungkook was exhausted - you could see it from the darkening shadows framing his eyes and his roughened voice. The make up had helped but you knew your boyfriend. He was there because of a contractual obligation but nobody would've questioned his desire to be there or not the way he floated through the room, saying hello to every last individual, a bright smile adorning his face. He made each and every person feel like a million bucks. That’s why they loved him, and loved the band. They made them feel at ease. Relatable, kind and all of them extraordinarily talented.
And somehow in a room of nearly a hundred people, Jungkook knew nearly everyone by name, zeroing in long enough to have them eating out of the palm of his hand.
Your words, not his.
“Could you say hello to my granddaughter – she loves you,” An older lady asked, phone locked and loaded for the video. God help him if he said no.
“Absolutely.”
And of course he said yes. That was the kind of person Jungkook was. Not a people pleaser or a push over – just a genuinely nice guy with more patience than anyone you’d ever known.
After making your way around most of the room, you finally had a second to drink in your man. The freshly steamed black blazer sat over a tank top, leaving the tiniest bit of chest and chains showing for good measure and to tease you, no doubt. He’d gone for his classic black trouser sitting atop a pair of shiny black dress shoes look that you loved and those dark, choppy locks that you’d spent hours twirling between your fingers flowed onto his forehead – he looked so fucking good.
His charm and kindness always had you singing his praises and you made sure he knew how wonderful he was, how attractive he was. Your soft whispers of admiration had his heart pumping as he took a sip of his luxurious white wine, lips quirked in a smile. “So sexy.”
“Which part of all that was sexy? The bit where I filmed a video for that lady’s grandkid? You’re so naughty.”
Jungkook loved to tease, especially when it garnered that kind of reaction. Rolling eyes, flushed cheeks and a gentle shove in the arm. He fucking lived for it.
“No, dickhead.” You scolded under your breath, “Just… you being you. I don’t know what it is.”
You couldn’t put your finger on it but you knew how it made you feel. Seduced.
“Maybe you can figure it out in our hotel room.”
Jungkook simply shrugged with a smirk lining his lips, nonchalantly throwing out the idea as if he hadn’t been plotting a way to leave the party early. Wishing for nothing more than to have you praising his other set of skills. Rolling your eyes with flushed cheeks but in a very different context. He was twitching at the thought as his fingertips lightly scratched at the silky material covering your ribs, dragging your body closer to his.
“Don’t tempt me, Jeon. All I’ve wanted since the second we got here was to leave so don’t say it if you can’t deliver.” You were whispering in his ear, hoping to spur on those scheming eyes staring back at you.
“When have I not delivered?” He scoffed, swaggering away from the bar and waving to Jimin who looked like he searching the room for refuge.
“I feel like I’ve been talking for hours,” He sighed as the loud music continued to blast through the speakers, taking the smallest step back after he gave the two of you a hug, “When can we leave?”
That made you both laugh, “Probably not for a couple of hours, or until the boss makes a speech or whatever they do for these things,” Jungkook hated being the bearer of bad news, especially since he was more than ready to quietly leave and enjoy the rest of the night with you.
“It could be worse – at least the wine’s good.” You piped up, earning a laugh from the two men watching you sip the red wine in your hand.
“You would say that,” Jimin teased, chuckling quietly as he looked over at the bar, “I guess I should go and grab a drink if I have to stay. Do you two want anything?"
Jimin looked between you and Jungkook as you both shook your heads until he turned away and disappeared into the crowd. “Everyone here wants to talk to Jiminie. He’s the one all the record execs want to butter up for another solo album. Hopefully they don’t overwork him.”
You nodded and watched Jungkook’s eyes following Jimin, pensively taking a sip of his wine before sighing and glancing back at you, “What?”
“Nothing,” You tutted, “It’s just cute to see you back with the boys. After the service and being forced to take a break from music, I could tell you were miserable without it. So I love that being back has softened you again, makes you less of a grumpy, less dickish.” You tease.
The insincere insult tacked onto the end made Jungkook’s eyebrows rise with faux hurt, an exaggerated gasp masterfully added for emphasis, “Me? Grumpy? I wouldn’t reckon someone grumpy and dickish gets a girl like you.”
You watched as Jungkook sculled the rest of his wine, a devilish smirk hiding behind the glass, “No chance. Unless you like that.”
“I don’t hate it.”
Jungkook’s laugh was dark as he took a step forward, lessening the gap between the two of you before reaching up and brushing your hair over your shoulder, “Now you’re tempting me and that’s not fair," He whispered into your ear, carefully placing his empty glass on the table beside you.
“Nothings really fair though, is it? You having to be here instead of buried deep inside me, fucking me until I –”
“The bar line’s crazy!” Jimin loudly interrupted and caused you to jump back from Kook’s side. You steadied yourself on his hip for balance as you both watched him plot his next move.
“Oh, there’s Taehyung – he’ll find me a drink!”
You and Jungkook politely nodded again while he shot off in the other direction, and the two of you shifted away from the middle of the room, out of view of prying eyes and into a private nook. He was quick to pin you up against the wall, his large hand pressing into your hip as you looked up at him with innocent eyes. He could see right through you.
“Don’t give me that look,” He growled, eyes narrowed. “Look at what you do to me.”
His whispered words and flickering eyes encouraged your hands that were playing with the hem of his tank top to travel further south, fingertips tracing over his dark trousers that were a lot tighter than when he first got here. Almost too tight.
“You are fuckin’ cruel, honey.”
The painfully hard outline pressing against your palm intoxicated your already foggy mind, mouth watering. You could feel your thighs magnetically pulling together as his thumb flicked the dimple in your chin, forcing you to look into his dark, misty eyes that were watching your every move.
"Want me to do something about it?" It was a bold question to ask, a dangerous one, even when you noticed his eyes change colour. They were blacker than the night sky, wide and desperate.
Jungkook was exasperated, anguished by the question as he smiled and dipped his forehead onto yours. The answer was obviously “abso-fucking-lutely” but he knew better. And so did you. Still, the warm puff of air from his laugh still sent surging chills down your arched spine, needy for his touch.
“I hate saying no to you,” He rasped and closed his eyes for a fleeting moment, “Especially when I know how fucking good you feel but no. You can't help me.”
You dryly chuckled and brushed your hands over his puffed out chest, “Must be absolute torture, my boy. Thankfully I can hide how I’m feeling – you? Not so much.” You replied with gritted teeth and a shrug, smirk dancing on your lips.
“Yeah, you’re gonna regret saying that, baby,” He playfully retorted before pulling himself from your grasp and leaving you with what he thought was a threat, but what you took as a promise you hoped to God he would keep. You were soaked. to. the. core.
The expensive champagne continued to flow freely for hours and several glasses of wine later had you and Jungkook fumbling around at your hotel room door, unsure whether you’d arrived at the right number and having absolutely no idea where the key card you barely remembered giving him had gone. It also didn’t help that his lips hadn’t left the crook of your neck while you dug through your clutch, his fingers inching closer to danger with every passing second.
“Let me see your pockets,” You huffed and shoved your hand into his jeans pocket, causing a loud shriek to slip from Jungkook’s lips.
“You’re just trying to touch my dick!” He shouted, louder than he expected and definitely louder than you accepted as appropriate, even in your drunken stupor, "You can if you want."
“Shuuuush!” You hissed, trying not to laugh as Jungkook gazed up at the ceiling and reached into his back pocket, searching until his eyes lit up with excitement. “Ah-huh!”
“Thank god – now hurry up and fuck me please!” You whisper-yelled, praying for the sweet sound of a door unlocking.
“Alright, so horny. Give me a sec- ond… Shit!” Jungkook paused and looked back at you with wide eyes, “Wrong room.”
You could faintly hear the sound of footsteps behind the large door in front of your shocked face. Before you could even muster a response to his mortifying revelation, Kook had you in his grasp, dragging you down the hallway, panting and hoping he had a plan. He always did.
“Room 1001 – not 1011,” He coughed through his laughter, hovering the keycard over the lock and finally revealing the room we’d left nearly 5 hours ago, “Home sweet home.”
“Shut up,” You mumbled, throwing your arms over his shoulders and jumping into his embrace. Jungkook groaned at your sudden burst of energy and hoisted you up on his waist, mouths instantly attached and desperately trying to defy physics.
Your vision was blurry when you pulled away for air, lips still touching, noses knocking and your hands still roaming the expanse of Jungkook’s broad shoulders. You could feel him moving you further into the room that was spinning, the ceiling fan still whirring above your head. That was the first thing you saw when you landed on the messy hotel bed and left for dead by Kook who was chuckling at the foot, watching you lay back in defeat.
“I’m stupidly drunk.” You huffed.
Jungkook nodded as you looked up at him through hooded eyes, “Soooooo, soooo drunk.”
“You’re not tooooo drunk.”
Your pointed finger and wiggling eyebrows told him exactly what you were referring to, lip bite and dark eyes forever selling you out.
“Take off your pants.” You ordered.
Jungkook’s grin dropped into a smirk as you propped yourself up on your elbows, encouraging your boyfriend to give you a little show. Tipsy or not, he knew what you wanted and he’d move heaven and earth to give you whatever you asked for. A heat rushed across his chest as he gazed down at you, undressing for him. The silky satin dress slipped off a lot easier than it went on, a detail not going unnoticed by Jungkook who was slowly unbuttoning his shirt, moaning at the sight of your white lacy thong that you knew he loved.
“Killing me.”
“You love it, baby.”
“I live for it.” He confessed.
Foreplay was something you and Jungkook had mastered but you weren’t in a ‘building a narrative’ kind of mood. It was primitive now – the primal need for a release outweighing the desire to fuck around with each other. That was the kind of fun best saved for the morning. You were already looking forward to that.
“Look how wet I am for you, Kook.”
Jungkook growled as he kicked his jeans off, boxer briefs attached as they flung across the room, discarded with his wrinkled linen shirt. He stood for a moment – naked, painfully hard and begging to be touched before crawling up onto the California king. You could feel him throbbing as he brushed up on your inner thigh, legs open and wrapped around his waist in a matter of seconds. Lips attached again, frenziedly needing for more.
“Give it to me.” You pathetically plead.
“Nah, I wanna taste first.”
You resented his love for you in that moment. Resented that he wanted to indulge in what you had to offer, when all you wanted was the main course. The sharp huff that slipped from your lips made Kook chuckle into your inner thigh, sloppy kisses followed by tiny nibbles, undeniably revving you up but also making the pout on your face that much more noticeable.
“You’re sexy even when you’re mad,” He almost slurred, closing the gap between you and his indescribably proficient tongue. Hot breath fanning over what you could only imagine was your glistening pussy. Ready for him to enjoy. Fuck.
“You are a fucking drug.
A sweet, delicious drug that will be the death of me.”
Jungkook hummed before flattening his tongue against you, loving eyes locked on yours before your head tilted back, throat barely squeaking out a moan. He lapped and lapped and lapped away at you, paying close attention to the way you curled up when the tip of his nose slipped over your clit, your moan changing in pitch. He was always in heaven devouring you like this, until he was somewhat satisfied. He wasn’t selfish and he knew what you wanted, even if he could’ve stayed like that until the sun came up. Feasting.
“Jungkook, please.”
“Full naming me when I just wanna make you feel good is mean, baby.”
He was playing with you. And you were teasing back. God, he loved hearing you moan his name – his mind reeling back to the times you screamed out his name as you came, subsequently rushing him to his own finish line. Exploding.
“I wanna cum around your cock. That’s all I want,” You sighed and finally opened your eyes, clutching and admiring at the sprinkling of chest hair. Jungkook was drunk, but not drunk enough to not realise how lucky he was to have you spread out beneath him, pleading for him to fuck you into another dimension.
“Your wish is my… demand? Command? Your wish is my something,” He couldn’t quite find the saying in the midst of his excitement, and you couldn't hold back the fit of laughter as you threw your head into the pillows.
“Smooth, Jeon,” You giggled as you felt his slick tip teasing your hole, fists clenched beside your head and a smirk the size of the equator on his face.
“Well how does it go then, smarty pants?” Jungkook nodded his head and gently sank into you, revelling in the feeling of you engulfing every inch he had to give while he watched your eyes roll into the back of your head, waiting for your answer.
“I –” You stammered, adjusting and sucking in a sharp breath, “I have no… No idea, and I don’t… fucking care.”
Jungkook chuckled as his wispy fringe fell into his eyes, watching you lick your lips and gather yourself. You were blurry in his vision, the alcohol now really pumping through his veins as he gripped your hips in his large hands, palms perspiring and brows following suit. Your fingertips trailed from his chest down to his pelvis, skin hot to the touch and tattoos glistening from the sheen of sweat covering his perfect body.
“Fuck me just like that… Oh my god,” You snapped open your lust filled eyes – blazing flames erupting in Jungkook’s as they caught yours.
“Feels so fuckin’ good. So tight.”
Jungkook was huffing and puffing as your lips tried to find his, hands cradling his slacked jaw. Having drunken sloppy sex was one of your favourites and it’d been a hot minute since you’d found yourselves with the taste of wine and champayne still lingering on your tongues, fucking like it your last day on earth. He was thrusting hard until he noticed your hand crawl down to where your bodies met, the delicate touch slowing his movements and capturing his undivided attention.
“Uh uh,” Jungkook breathed and sat back on his knees, still warming in your tightness. Your eyebrows quirked with intrigue and a small smirk tugged at the corners of your lips as he grabbed your hand and guided it up to his mouth, eyes never leaving yours. Fanning the flames deep inside.
His tongue swiped across your soft fingertips, making sure each one was dripping wet with spit before sliding them back down between your trembling thighs, “Bet that feels better, huh?”
“Mm-hmm. Much better,” You managed to moan out as he wrapped his arm around your lower back and angled your hips up to his cock, watching himself slowly slide in and out while you circled your clit, edging yourself closer with every touch.
Jungkook picking up the pace meant he wasn’t far from his high, the tell tale signs were consistent and always a dead giveaway. The flush of red creeping up his neck and veins bulging under his taut skin was the first sign. Filthy words whispered into your ear was the second and grunts vibrating in his chest as his focus was pulled to you and only you were one of the final ones before he couldn’t hold on any longer.
But he never left you high and dry. Not in a million fucking years.
"Right fucking there, Kook!" You shouted, oblivious to your screams almost certainly alerting the neighbouring room. Even if you were conscious of the volume of your voice, you couldn’t have cared less. Your man was putting on a show and you’d be damned if you didn’t make sure he knew how good he was giving it to you.
"I'm right there..."
"Come for me, beautiful." He egged, voice gravel.
You groaned into the pillow you’d been gripping, scrunching your nose at how fucking good he felt filling you to the brim. Kook eased your thrashing body through the shockwaves, making sure you felt every last writhe of pleasure – every nerve set alight by the fire burning in your stomach as that perfectly tied knot quickly unravelled. He was holding on for dear life, cursing how tight you felt coming around his aching cock.
"I need to see your face, baby. Look at me."
Jungkook's rapidly rasping voice snapped you back to reality as your hips rocked violently against his. That and your blown-out pupils boring into his was enough to send him tumbling over the edge, unloading everything he had and more.
He clutched your shuddering thighs with his searing fingertips as he bucked one, two, three times and placed one of his shaky palms against the hotel wall, trying to catch his breath as he filled you up. Your eyes were lazily shut, slowly regaining some semblance of consciousness and clawing at the skin on Jungkook’s abdomen – attempting to soothe him through his high. Selfishly, you were too caught up in your own that you’d forgotten he was even still there. You'd make up for that later.
For now, you were in bliss. Laboured breathing filled the comfortable silence as you searched for one another, floating back down to the real world.
"Come back to meeee," Jungkook teased quietly as a sly grin swept across your face, eyes closed and skin still tingling from his hot touch. He fell beside you and rolled off the bed in search of something, anything to clean up the mess you’d made together.
"I think I've died and gone to heaven," You whispered back, earning a hoarse chuckle in return. Kook looked like a mirage on a hot summer day when you opened your eyes and watched him exit the en suite, tissue box in hand as you threw on a baggy shirt.
"What a review. Let’s hope the album gets the same praise."
Proudly boasting after sex was a regular occurrence with Jungkook and you loved it; encouraged it even. He chucked the tissue away, pulled on a pair of boxers and practically tripped back into bed, still tipsy and feeling the full effects now that he wasn't under your intoxicating spell. At least for now, anyway. He was giggly, clingy, so sweet - immediately pressing kisses all over your face as you pulled the blankets up and cuddled into his side.
Jungkook flicked off the lamp and sent the room into complete darkness before you felt his warm arm snaking around your waist, pulling you into his pounding chest. You were exhausted and almost numb from the long night but satisfied above all else. Thirst well and truly quenched.
You could always rely on Kook for that. Until the morning.
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• the kind of man everyone warns you about
— everybody tells you not to get involved with jungkook. he has the exact kind of reputation that follows people into rooms before they even arrive — whispered conversations, dangerous stories, late-night rumors about money and fights and people being a little too scared of him.
— and honestly? the warnings should work. except then you actually meet him, and suddenly he’s leaning against the hood of a black car outside some dimly lit convenience store at two in the morning, tattooed fingers flipping a lighter open and closed while he watches you with those unreadable dark eyes.
— calm. lazy. way too attractive to be trusted. he talks to you like he already knows you’re going to become a problem for him.
— little smirks. quiet teasing. the kind of eye contact that lasts slightly too long.
— the worst part? he never flirts obviously, he just stands too close, looks at your mouth while you talk, lets his hand brush your waist casually when he moves past you.
— small things. subtle things. which somehow affect you more.
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• late-night drives with dealer jk
— being alone with jungkook at night feels dangerous in a way that’s difficult to explain. there’s always music playing quietly in his car, always city lights reflecting against his rings while he drives one-handed through empty streets like he owns them.
— and he drives like he does everything else: completely calm. completely confident. half the time he doesn’t even look at the road when he talks to you, his attention keeps shifting back toward you instead.
— especially when you’re dressed up. he notices immediately, that slow glance up and down before his jaw tightens slightly and he looks away again like he’s forcing himself to stay normal about it.
— then later he’ll casually say something that completely ruins you. “you know you make it so hard to focus, right?”
— meanwhile HE’S the one sitting there looking unfairly good beneath streetlights with veins visible beneath tattooed hands and his chain resting against tan skin where his shirt hangs open slightly. it’s impossible not to stare at him, and he knows it.
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• the kind of tension that feels addictive
— being around jungkook feels like making bad decisions on purpose. not because he pressures you into anything — honestly, he barely tries at all — but because everything about him pulls people in naturally. the confidence. the quietness. the way he watches instead of talks.
— he’s usually leaning somewhere when you see him. outside clubs at impossible hours, against black cars with cigarette smoke curling into cold air, in crowded kitchens during parties while everyone else gets louder and messier around him.
— and somehow, despite all the noise, he always notices you immediately. every single time. his eyes find yours across rooms like instinct. then comes that look. slow, heavy, completely unreadable unless you know him well enough to catch the tiny shift in his expression whenever you walk closer.
— because that’s the thing nobody tells you about jungkook: he’s patient, dangerously patient. he likes tension. likes dragging things out until every interaction starts feeling charged.
— small touches become unbearable with him. his hand brushing against your lower back while passing behind you in crowded rooms, his fingers lingering against yours slightly too long when handing you a lighter, his knee pressed against yours in the passenger seat while he drives through empty streets at night.
— none of it should matter that much. except with jungkook, every tiny thing feels intentional.
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• soft moments with dealer jk nobody else sees
— nobody expects softness from him, that’s why it feels so intense when it happens. because outside of private moments, jungkook always seems untouchable — detached, hard to read, constantly in control of himself.
— then suddenly it’s three in the morning and you’re sitting beside him on the floor of his apartment kitchen eating takeout while he rests his head against your shoulder silently. completely exhausted. completely real.
— he gets quieter around you during moments like that. less teasing, less attitude.
— sometimes he’ll just watch you talk with this strange softness in his eyes like he can’t believe he lets himself relax around someone this much.
— and when he touches you then? it feels different too. slower, warmer, intentional.
— his hand sliding over your knee beneath the table absentmindedly, fingers tracing lazy circles against your wrist while listening to you speak, forehead resting briefly against yours when the conversation dies down naturally.
— those moments are probably the most dangerous thing about him. not the reputation. not the rumors. the fact that beneath all of it, he lets you see the version of him nobody else gets close enough to touch.
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• dealer jk when he gets possessive
— jungkook isn’t loud when he’s jealous, he becomes calmer, which somehow feels much more dangerous.
— you notice it immediately too. the way his expression stills slightly when somebody touches your waist too casually at parties, the way he watches conversations from across rooms while swirling whiskey around expensive glasses slowly, the way his jaw shifts once before he finally walks over.
— then suddenly he’s standing behind you. one hand settling low against your hip, rings cold through thin fabric, his chest brushing lightly against your back while he leans down just enough for his voice to hit your ear quietly.
— “you done talking to him?” simple. controlled. possessive enough to make your stomach tighten instantly.
— afterward? he gets quieter with you, which is always a bad sign. because silent jungkook means he’s thinking too much.
— you’ll end up alone together eventually — maybe in his car, maybe outside some crowded party where music still vibrates faintly through walls — and he’ll just look at you for a second too long before speaking.
— “you like making me jealous?” the scariest thing is that he never sounds angry, just affected, like he hates how easily you get under his skin.
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• the version of dealer jk nobody else gets
— despite everything people say about him, jungkook is strangely soft with you when nobody’s around. not openly affectionate, not dramatic, just quieter. more honest.
— sometimes after long nights, he’ll sit beside you on the couch with his head tipped back and eyes closed while your fingers move through his hair slowly. completely exhausted, completely relaxed for once. he trusts you in ways he doesn’t trust anyone else.
— which honestly feels more intimate than anything physical ever could. because this is the version of him nobody sees: the one who lets his guard down around you, the one who reaches for your hand absentmindedly while half asleep, the one who stares at you silently like he’s still confused by how badly he wants someone in his life.
— every now and then, during those quiet moments when the world finally stops demanding things from him, he’ll pull you closer against his chest and murmur softly against your hair: “you’re dangerous for me, you know that?”
— except he never sounds afraid of it. if anything, he sounds addicted.
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• dealer jk when he finally loses patience
— the thing about jungkook is that he stays patient for a long time. too patient.
— he lets tension build until it becomes unbearable for both of you. months of lingering stares, close calls, almost touches, conversations that feel way too charged for no reason.
— then one night something shifts. maybe someone else touches you too casually at a party. maybe you tease him once too many times. maybe he’s just finally tired of pretending he’s unaffected.
— whatever it is — suddenly his composure cracks. not loudly or dramatically, just quietly.
— he’d pull you somewhere private with one hand firm against your waist, expression darker than usual while the noise of the party fades behind you both.
— and for the first time, he stops pretending not to want you. his eyes drop to your mouth openly, his fingers tighten slightly against your hips, his breathing slows like he’s actively holding himself back.
— “you really don’t know what you do to me?” low voice. steady eye contact. the kind of tension that makes your stomach flip instantly.
— honestly? moments with jungkook always feel like standing too close to something dangerous on purpose.
𖦹𝗔/𝗻::Errr... guess who's back?
That's right, the queen herself, the mother of everyone around here 💋 Well, I know I said I wouldn't post anything until the end of the year, but I couldn't do it. I have an emotional dependency on this place...
Also, I still have to do that follower event, but omg, the Hyunjin fanfic is kind of... meh. It's not terrible, but I still haven't decided how it's going to end, so it's been a struggle 😪 anyway, I just wanted to let you know that yes, I'll be posting again — just not as much as before. Personal reasons and, honestly, some people around here got on my nerves :)
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Bf!Jungkook who… wakes you up with soft kisses all over your face and neck, whispering “good morning, baby” in that husky morning voice, then makes you breakfast wearing only sweatpants and an apron, looking like a whole husband.
Bf!Jungkook who… is the clingiest boyfriend ever, always pulling you into his lap during movie nights, nuzzling his face into your neck and humming happily while his arms wrap around you like he never wants to let go.
Bf!Jungkook who… fucks you slow and deep in the morning, holding your hands above your head and staring into your eyes while he fills you up, groaning “you feel so good, baby… so tight for me” before cumming inside and then cuddling you for another hour.
Bf!Jungkook who… gets shy when you compliment him but turns into a total tease later, sending you spicy texts during his schedules and promising to “take care of you properly” when he gets home, only to come back and eat your pussy like a starving man until you’re shaking.
Bf!Jungkook who… loves spoiling you with gifts and surprise dates, but also loves bending you over the kitchen counter after dinner, pulling your panties aside and thrusting into you raw while whispering how much he missed your tight little pussy all day.
Bf!Jungkook who… is super protective and soft in public, always holding your hand or keeping an arm around your waist, but at home he turns feral — choking you lightly while pounding you from behind, slapping your ass and calling you his “good girl” as he fills you with load after load.
Bf!Jungkook who… does face masks with you and lets you play with his hair, then suddenly flips you onto your back, spreads your legs wide and buries his tongue deep in your pussy, sucking on your clit until you cum all over his face.
Bf!Jungkook who… gets jealous easily but instead of being toxic he just fucks you harder that night, marking your neck and thighs with hickeys while growling “you’re mine, only mine” as he breeds you deep.
Bf!Jungkook who… carries you around the house like you weigh nothing, then pins you against the wall and fucks you standing up, your legs wrapped around his waist while he thrusts up into you so hard you see stars.
Bf!Jungkook who… writes you little love notes and songs, but also records voice memos of him moaning your name while jerking off thinking about you, sending them when he’s on tour so you’re just as desperate as he is.
Bf!Jungkook who… loves showering with you, washing your body gently and massaging shampoo into your hair, only to drop to his knees and eat you out under the water until your legs give out, then fucks you against the tiles while water runs down both of you.
Bf!Jungkook who… is the best at aftercare — bringing you water, cleaning you up with warm towels, kissing every mark he left on your body and telling you how perfect you are while cuddling you to sleep.
Bf!Jungkook who… fucks your throat while you’re on your knees, holding your hair gently but thrusting deep until tears run down your cheeks, then pulls you up, kisses you messily and praises you for taking him so well before flipping you over and railing your pussy.
Bf!Jungkook who… gets random boners just from seeing you in his oversized shirts, immediately pulling you onto the couch to ride him, gripping your hips and guiding you up and down while moaning about how wet and warm you always are for him.
Bf!Jungkook who… plans cute picnics and amusement park dates, but can’t keep his hands to himself — fingering you under the blanket during a movie at the cinema or pulling you into a hidden corner to fuck you quick and dirty.
Bf!Jungkook who… becomes obsessed with making you squirt, spending hours fingering you and sucking your clit until you’re soaking the sheets, then fucks you through it with that cocky little smirk because he knows exactly how to ruin you.
Bf!Jungkook who… wakes up before you just to stare at your sleeping face, tracing your cheeks with his fingers and whispering “how did I get so lucky?” before pulling you closer and refusing to let you get out of bed for at least thirty minutes.
Bf!Jungkook who… is ridiculously clingy, following you around the house like a lost puppy, hugging you from behind while you cook and burying his face in your neck, mumbling “I missed you even though you were only gone for five minutes.”
Bf!Jungkook who… gets super whiny when you try to leave the couch, tugging your hand and giving you those big doe eyes, “Baby, please stay five more minutes… I need my cuddles to survive the day.”
Bf!Jungkook who… constantly tells you how much he loves you, sending random texts like “I’m thinking about you again” or “You’re my favorite person in the whole world” even when he’s in the middle of rehearsals.
Bf!Jungkook who… gets all shy and blushy when you catch him staring at you with heart eyes, then pulls you into his lap and covers your face with soft kisses while mumbling “I can’t help it… you’re too perfect.”
Bf!Jungkook who… was the one who wanted to make the relationship public first. He sat you down one night, holding your hands nervously and said “I don’t want to hide you anymore. I want everyone to know you’re mine… if you’re okay with it.”
Bf!Jungkook who… when the relationship got exposed, immediately posted a soft photo of the two of you holding hands with the caption “My forever person ❤️” and spent the whole day glued to you, reassuring you that he’d protect you from any hate.
Bf!Jungkook who… becomes even more affectionate after going public, always holding your hand in public, kissing your temple, and pulling you close whenever fans approach, whispering “I’m so proud you’re mine.”
Bf!Jungkook who… gets jealous in the softest way possible — not angry, just extra clingy. He’ll wrap his arms around you and pout, “They were looking at you too much… come here, I need extra hugs.”
Bf!Jungkook who… loves doing domestic things with you: folding laundry together, dancing in the kitchen while making dinner, and always ending up carrying you around because “I like having you close.”
Bf!Jungkook who… gets all soft and emotional during quiet nights, lying with his head on your chest and saying “You make me feel safe… I’ve never loved anyone like this before.”
Bf!Jungkook who… is a total baby when he’s tired from schedules. He comes home, crawls straight into your arms, and whines until you play with his hair and tell him how much you love him.
Bf!Jungkook who… fucks you gently after a long day, slow and deep while looking into your eyes, whispering “I love you so much” every time he thrusts, cumming inside you and then holding you like you might disappear.
Bf!Jungkook who… surprises you with little gifts and handwritten letters, pouring his feelings onto paper because he gets too shy to say everything out loud sometimes.
Bf!Jungkook who… after the relationship went public, started showing you off in subtle ways — wearing matching jewelry, posting stories with your voice in the background, and always making sure ARMY knows how happy you make him.
Bf!Jungkook who… gets extra touchy and needy when you’re on your period, bringing you snacks, massaging your back, and cuddling you for hours while whispering sweet nothings.
Bf!Jungkook who… randomly stops what he’s doing just to come kiss you deeply and say “Thank you for loving me… I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
Tags: it might be suggestive but mostly it’s just fluff!!
first of all, this man can’t keep his hands to himself. His hands are on you alll the time. First thing you feel in the morning is his hands kneading your ass inside your short. Even when he’s asleep, as if making sure you’re still there.
When you casually talking to a friend on the phone, he’s already behind you massaging your breasts. It’s not even in a sexual way, hes just standing there waiting for you to finish the call and give him full attention so he continue talking to you abt everything and anything.
He even developed a new habit of casually sleeping with his hand inside your panties. Just resting his hand there cuz it’s ‘warm’ and feels soft.
Sometimes when you don’t shave your bush, jungkook would play with the hairs there. His reasoning is that it feels nice and comforting.
Another thing abt clingy jungkook is his mouth WILL be on you. All the time.
That man bites you anywhere, it’s like an oral fixation. it’s just natural for him to bite you on your arm as you talk to him.
Hes all ears humming and softly nodding his head, and would slowly make his way up you forearm, leave little nibbles on your skin.
You don’t even react to it anymore bcuz you’re so used to his oral fixations.
Also sucking on your skin. Sometimes, jungkook doesn’t even realize he left a hickey on your waist; just cuz he was so focused on the show playing on the tv and your soft skin was just beside his lips. also your hand playing with his hair as he rest on your lap is very comforting and dizzying.
There’s also a habit of him sleeping with his mouth on your nipples. Suckling your skin until his breath evens out and fast asleep.
You just smell so good and taste so sweet to him.
He wraps his arms around your waist from behind while you’re doing something and just stays there, nose tucked against your neck or hair.
Every time you try to move away, he follows unconsciously.
You go to get water. Jungkook appears in the kitchen thirty seconds later. Neither of you acknowledges it.
And the fact that jungkook got a sensitive nose, you’re very considerate when it comes to choosing your shampoo scent, bcuz jungkook can’t stop sniffing your hair.
You love when he mindlessly nuzzle his nose on your hair and take little whiffs as if he’s looking for smth there.
Jungkook likes to pretend hes just fixing your hair, but he keeps finding excuses to bury his face in it again.
“What shampoo is this?” “No seriously, why does it smell so good?”
He steals your hoodie because it smells like you, then gets caught sleeping with it
Jungkook prefers to be on top of you when watching a movie, bcuz like that you can’t move away from him. Even if you tell him to move so you go to the bathroom, he will find an excuse and try to follow you there.
If you’re sitting on a desk, he will softly rest his chin on your shoulder. Occasionally kissing your cheek and nibbling on your neck
He randomly asks, “ do i smell like you yet?” . After spending the whole day attached to your side like a lost puppy.
When you tease him about being clingy, he immediately denies it while literally holding your hand, hugging your waist, and leaning against you.
“I’m not clingy.”
“Jungkook, you’re sitting in my lap.”
“…and?”
In the car, his hand is never on the center console. It’s always on your thigh, high up, his fingers drummin a rhythm or just sitting heavy and warm. If you try to move his hand lower, he makes a fuss and puts it right back, higher.
He likes to “share” your food by taking bites directly from your fork or spoon, his lips closing over the utensil you just had in your mouth. His eyes lock on yours when he does it.
Sometimes when you’re bent over picking somethin up, you’ll feel a sharp, playful smack on your ass, followed immediately by both of his hands smoothing over the spot to “apologize,” lingerin way too long.
He’s developed a habit of gently suckin on your fingers after you’ve eaten somethin sweet, cleanin off the residue, his tongue swirlin around the tips with a focused, dark look in his eyes.
“You’re so soft,” is his constant whisper, said into your body everywhere- your hair, your stomach, your chest. He says it like it’s the greatest discovery in the world. ♡ྀི
A/N: im so soft and affectionate for jungkook like that’s my baby i would do anything for him.
genre: alien au, yandere jk, dark horror, enemies to lovers,
summary: you were supposed to die. your planet was marked for harvesting, and like millions of others across the galaxy was erased in a blink. except…he saw you.
on the correspondence feeds meant to catalogue your extinction, you, a fragile, tiny human, a useless species, glowed. jeongguk, one of the most elite among the kaereth, beautiful, lethal, and untouchable…was utterly entranced.
you reminded him of something long forgotten. something forbidden. something his kind purged from genetic code eons ago…emotion, attachment, desire.
so like all of his treasures, he took you. plucked you from the face of your doomed planet and gave you new life aboard the virexum, far from any star system you’ve ever known.
you are not free here. you are not his equal. you are his treasure.
he does not understand why you cry. why you scream. why you refuse his affections. but you…the fragile human, so soft and defiant and perplexing. it only makes his hunger for your submission grow. the harder you resist, the sweeter your surrender will be. you are his now. and if he has to strip you of your sanity, your memories, of your very humanity to make you understand—
he will.
there are no humans left. there is nowhere to go.
jeongguk will show you how rewarding forever can be, as long as you never look away from him again.
warnings: slow burn, mass extermination, alien jungkook forced captivity/proximity, psychological manipulation, stockholm syndrome, dubcon, smut, ritualistic copulation, this is not a love story 🙃
MY FAVORITE JUNGKOOK FANFICS & RECOMMENDATIONS PART1 ✮⋆˙────────୨ৎ───────˙⋆✮
My first lists! These from my favorites JJK fics writers and how amazing their works and most of the fics are top-notch and i really recommend y'all to read it and show some love to their works!! 💗 ( Most of the fics are 🔞+ ) @myjungkookthighs
♥︎— NEEDY | Part 1, Part 2 by @girlygguk ( I'm going to say i love all of my baby lyssa's works she's an amazing writer that i adored so much. All her fics like a drugs to me , top-notch! lol)
nerd!jk x cheerleader!(f)reader
hiding his feelings when you didn’t even know his name was hard. hiding his neediness and obsession when you finally did know his name and you were his fucking girlfriend? impossible. well, then it's a good thing you like him needy.
♥︎—FIRST CLASS | Part 1 by @girlygguk ( chef kiss🤌)
rich student!jk x (f)rich student!reader
in which you are just another spoiled, bitchy, annoyingly gorgeous trust-fund baby who has everyone at Yonsei University eating from the palm of your hand. and jeon jungkook, your spoiled, fuck-boy, annoyingly gorgeous trust-fund baby best friend, is always first in line to take a bite.
♥︎—CRAZY | Part 1, Part2 by @girlygguk (addicted like a mad person)
ceo!jk x employee!(f)reader
you know it sounds twisted. that most people would see hyungwon as the perfect boyfriend. healthy, balanced, all the things that relationships should be. that’s when you realized... you weren't like most people. but that's okay. because neither is jungkook.
♥︎—HABITS (STAY HIGH) | Part1 by @girlygguk
student plug!jk x rich girl!reader
You9:06 PM do you be 🙄’ing other bitches yes or no
♥︎—BAD THINGS | Part 1 by @girlygguk
jock fuckboy!jk x nerdy fuckgirl!reader
getting jealous, sending mixed signals, simping for a gorgeous geek who has no idea what effect she has on him... it's just what jungkook does best. oh, and football. he's really good at football.
♥︎—DENIAL | Part1, Part2 by @girlygguk
idol!jk x (f)actress!reader
it's been a plethora of secret meetups, quickies in the bathrooms of his award shows, and 2 am 'you up?' texts during your year-long situationship with jungkook. you both agreed in the beginning that your careers are far too hectic to commit to anything serious, but you can't shake the shitty ache in your chest every time the high wears off, or when you're crawling out of his bed in the middle of the night. trying to exile the shitty feeling of longing that you harbor for him, you spend time with another one of your guy friends. jungkook sees, and he's ma
♥︎— BETWEEN THE RIDE AND THE ROSES (series) by @focusonkayjay
biker!Jk x flower shop owner!Reader
There's an insane turn of events when your calm and peaceful life is intruded by Jungkook, a biker boy who sets up his loud business right next to your own. Your paths cross under unlikely circumstances, starting with a clash of personalities but gradually you find yourself establishing a deeper connection with the annoyingly attractive biker jerk. You both have no idea what's in store for you guys as you try your best to put up with each other.
♥︎— FRIENDS WITHIN TOUCHING DISTANCE (series)by @dailynnt (Shout out to my love, her fic so amazing !!)
Best friend!Jungkook x Fem!Reader fwb!
What happens when two best friends try to get along under the same roof? You've been living with Jungkook for three months now, but your cohabitation is still a challenge for you. He continues to live like a real bachelor without following the rules you agreed upon from the beginning of your decision to live together. Should you find a compromise or should you find a new place to live?
♥︎—OLDER by @lovieku
dilf!jk x inexperienced!fem reader (i'm sucker for older or dilf jk!😭)
you’ve tried, but you can’t help yourself from crushing on your best friend’s dad. hot, buff, tatted up and successful, mr. jeon is the starring actor in all of your wettest dreams. and as you wake up from one while sleeping over at his house after his daughter’s birthday party, you don’t expect all of them to suddenly come true. but they do.
♥︎—HANDS ON ME by @lovieku
nerd!jk x popular!fem reader
it’s about to look like jeongguk’s birthday everyday with you.
♥︎—OBVIOUS by @lovieku
bookstore employee!jk x virgin!fem reader
you lose your virginity to jeongguk, the only boy you’d ever trust with such weight. and what you both feel for each other couldn’t be more obvious.
♥︎— GUYS MY AGE (one-shot) Drabble 1, Drabble 2 ,by @kooktrash
dilf jk x female college student!y/n [she/her] ( i had read 3 times cuz i'm sucker of it bcs IT'S CHEF KISS🤌)
a summer spent at your friend’s place wasn’t something to be anything to look forward to. her hot, young dad would seem to change that for you when you decide a game of teasing would suffice your boredom. you got more than you bargained for when you realize he’s not a fan of games.
♥︎— INFRUNAMI by @kooktrash
friends to lovers. y/n[afab, she/her] x best friend jungkook
you’ve made great friends throughout the years but none like jeon jungkook. he’s there for you when you need him and although at times when things get complicated between your feelings and thoughts… there’s one thing for certain. you both have been wasting time acting like there’s nothing between you.
♥︎— DEPEND ON ME by @kooktrash
Hybridbunnygirl!reader x human!jungkook
you’re so used to letting Jungkook do everything for you. he babies you almost and you’re both constantly reminded of the strangeness in your friendship. you’ve always loved him but he can’t see you as anything but the little bunny girl he used to protect. you change his mind
♥︎— NEVER AGAIN by @kooktrash
neighbor!jk x Reader
jeon jungkook is just your nosy neighbor who can’t seem to be anything less than a selfish, heart breaking, prick in your eyes. yet somehow he manages to wiggle his way into your life but is it enough for him to change your mind or will he prove your judgements right?
♥︎—MY DEAR FRIEND by @kooktrash
friends!jk x experienced!reader, f2l ( about a few day need to moved on from this fic)
just friends? keep telling yourself that, you and Jungkook have always danced on the line of friendship and something more but lately you’ve struggled being able to tell where you guys stand.
♥︎— BUNNY ADVENTURES by @kooktrash
hybrid!Jungkook x human!reader
you had absolutely no intentions of ever owning a hybrid until jungkook came along. a mistreated, misunderstood rabbit hybrid who’d only ever wanted was to be treated like an equal.
♥︎— RISQUE (series) by @mercurygguk
older!jk x reader age gap au (my all time favorite 😭)
in which jungkook struggles to keep his relationship with you strictly appropriate and it’s not like you’re making it easy for him.
♥︎— THE DILF INSTALLMENTS (series) by @mercurygguk
dad!jungkook x f. reader
this series follows jungkook’s life as a divorced father. but wait, how exactly does one balance being a father, a boyfriend, a friend, and a respectable boss at the same time? read the installments below to find out!
♥︎— THE ART OF (DILF JK SERIES) by @venusiangguk
dilf jk x grocery store clerk reader ( never over this bcs it's cute 🤧)
you find a baby in your store and in turn, a dilf finds you
♥︎— ONLY WHEN IT'S US (series) by @luvismenu
Uni! Jungkook x Fem Reader Strangers to??
you both say it’s nothing serious, but with every touch and argument, it gets harder to stay away.
♥︎— STARBOY (series)by @luvismenu
popular classmate!jungkook x class president!reader
everyone assumes you two can't stand each other, but is that really true?
♥︎—BED CHEM (Mini Series) by @muniimyg
Uni student!Jungkook x uni Student! Reader Frenemies to lovers!
after overhearing jungkook fuck someone else; you can’t help but want out of being his frenemy
♥︎— BABYDADDY!JK (series) by @muniimyg
ex!au jungkook x ex!reader
Co- parenting
♥︎—ITBOYFRIEND!JUNGKOOK | (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) by @muniimyg
ITbf!Jk x Fem Reader
♥︎—JUST TAKE IT (series) by @ahgasegotarmy116
Inexperienced f!reader x Best Friend's Dad Jungkook (20 year age gap) dilf! jk
A turn of events has the people you thought you trusted stabbing you in the back and leaving you broken hearted and betrayed. Who knew though that sometimes things just happen for a reason
♥︎—BANG-ABLE (mini one-shot/drabble) by @ahgasegotarmy116
f!reader x Sex Bot Jungkook (I'm obsessed!! 😭)
You've been single for way too long and you're done with causal sex and all the drama that comes along with it...so why not try something new?
♥︎— DEEP SIX (mini series) by @bratkook but i read on AO3
biker!jk x reader
It’s like a stranger had a key, came inside of my mind and moved all my things around. He didn’t know snakes can hear the prey, can’t try to break the psyche down.
♥︎— CHAMPANGE CONFFETI by @margotw10bis
boyfriend!Jungkook x camgirl!reader
Your boyfriend loves watching you on live but his whole mood changes when he reads one specific comment from one of your fans
♥︎— PARADISE (series) by @minisugakoobies i read on AO3
Stripper!Jungkook x Reader (my absolute favorite!😭)
That sexy man on stage - the one currently giving your friend the lap dance of her LIFE - is your super shy neighbor, Jeon Jungkook?!
♥︎— THE PINK PILL -"3 DAYS" by @dollfaceksj
best friend!jungkook x fem!reader (top-notch!i read twice😭)
In each of these universes, you find yourself consuming what is known as the pink pill. This pill is essentially a drug that enhances your libido to the max and you’ll quite literally never experience arousal like you do when you’ve taken this pill. Thankfully, in each universe, there’s a man that’s ready to help you explore and reach your peak of sexual euphoria.
♥︎— THE WEEKEND by @chryblossomjjk
dilf!jk x babysitter reader ( the best thing ever! 😭)
every weekend, you give jungkook a little taste of something he’s missing monday through friday.
♥︎—SUGARPLUM ELERGY by @bymoonchild
College!Jungkook x Reader , fwb (i can't let go of this story top-notch)
You know no bounds nor depth with Jungkook. While your fuck buddy loves sleeping in your bed and doing laundry for you with his favourite fabric softener, you are in love with a mysterious honeyed, velvety voice on Soundcloud. All’s fine, until you find out that the voice that metaphors your heart to a sweet sugarplum melody actually belongs to the boy who has been taking up a special spot in your bed and in your heart, strumming at your heartstrings all this while. Or, Jungkook has one braincell, but it’s heart-shaped.
♥︎— MICROWAVE (MIS)ADVENTURE by @bymoonchild
housemate!Jungkook x Reader
Out of all things to be afraid of, Jungkook, the seat-stealer of your 8am class and annoying housemate whom you despise with every fiber of your being, chooses to have a phobia of microwaves, but he loves buying microwaveable food – because come on, they’re irresistible – and you somehow find yourself getting dragged into his microwaves (mis)adventures. Cue chaos, sarcasm-laced banter and an unplanned romance.
♥︎— COLD NIGHTS AND BLURRED LINES| WARM NIGHTS & CLEAR LINES| cnbldrabbles by @awrkive
basketball!jungkook x nerdy!(fem) reader,fwb (i'm crazy over this 😭)
jungkook and you have been in a sexual relationship with each other for four months now, and it’s casual for the most part. but as time passes, you can’t help but feel that some of the lines suddenly got blurred in the process. is it a cliché to blur the lines with your fuck buddy? it definitely is. will you do something about it? both of your emotional constipation have a hard time saying yes.
♥︎—CAN'T LET IT GO (part 1)| PHYSICALLY OBSESSED(part2) by @chunghasweetie
dom!oc x nerdysub!jjk
loser nerd jk has crushed on her for years and is assigned to be her college tutor for her calculus class. studying doesn’t go exactly as planned and he ends up losing his virginity in the best way possible.
oc finally cuffs jk and they celebrate
♥︎— HE GIVE IT TO ME (Part1) | WONT TOUCH YOU LIKE ME (Part2)by @chunghasweetie
fem!oc x dealer!jjk
always giving out free shit to his favorite customer.
after a petty argument jungkook spots you showing out at a party with the hosts arm around your waist.
♥︎— MERAKI by @taegularities
grumpy!Jk x sunshine!reader
Jungkook finds you irritating; far too energetic and insistent. But his perception of you changes bit by bit, minute by minute, when he's persuaded into spending an entire night with you at places he doesn't know.
♥︎—NO NUT NOVEMBER by @2hightocare
dilf!jungkook x fem!reader
Jungkook didn’t think stuff through when he made a bet for “No Nut November” he seemed to forget that he can’t say no to you.
♥︎— FOR ME (DILF!JK DRABBLES COLLECTION ) by @personasintro
dilf!jungkook x reader
A collection of drabbles accompanied with dilf!jk
♥︎— BURNING HOUR by @jungqkook
Richbf!jk x gf!reader (you gonna need holy water later lmao!)
there’s nothing better than spending an entire day at your boyfriend’s yatch, tanning and waiting for the sunset with a drink in your hand… too bad your boyfriend had other plans for you.
♥︎—BETTER BOYFRIEND THAN HIM by @jungqkook
friend!Jk x reader
jungkook makes it a mission to prove to you that he can be better than your boring boyfriend. when it comes to sex, at least.
♥︎— FIGHT FOR YOU (series) by @ahundredtimesover
bodyguard!jk x heiress!reader
Working at a private security agency has its perks. The downside? Being the personal bodyguard of spoiled, rich heiresses like you. But there are things that Jungkook didn’t expect, like rejecting you, falling for you, and realizing what he’d been missing all along.
♥︎— GUARDED by @junghelioseok
bodyguard!Jk x Reader
❛❛ good girl. ❜❜ ❛❛ don’t get shy on me now. ❜❜
♥︎—BODYGUARD by @sxtaep
bodyguard!jk, idol!reader
when you’re stuck in a near-death situation, your high school crush, now your bodyguard, begins to regret ever rejecting you 5 years ago.
♥︎—STRIKE THREE by @avveh (ao3)
Bodyguark!jk x Bratty!Reader ( i'm obsessed!)
When discipline and chaos meet, one will always rise to the top.
♥︎— EVERYTHING IN YOU |Part1, Part2 , DRABBLE1, DRABBLE 2, DRABBLE 3 by @jjungkookislife
roommate!sperm donor Jk x pregnant! Reader (my favorite iso cute)
You want a baby and Jungkook is willing to help
♥︎— BABYMAKER by @badbtssmut
bestfriend!Jk x Reader
You want a baby, but you just broke up with your boyfriend but your best friend Jungkook offers you the solution to your heart break, he’ll give you your baby, no strings attached.
♥︎— SPECIAL PREPARATION by @badbtssmut
Piercer!Jungkook x Reader
You go to a piercing shop to get a clit piercing but your piercer Jungkook has an interesting way of prepping his clients.
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Actually i like all Miss Cherry @redcherrykook fics and i read them all and her works always the bomb never disappointed me and here i will share my most favorites from her🤪💗
A/N: In short, this is jungkook with a bunny tail, ears, and essentially inherits a couple of their traits, so he’s a bunny boy to put it briefly. I saw them live two weeks ago and I can’t stop reminiscing about that night >_<. All things aside, my inbox is open for any ideas or members you’d like to request🐰
🤍 Jungkook is initially much more reserved when you two first meet, both hesitant and cautious of what his newfound owner would be like. If he was being honest, he didn’t care too much about appearance, as long as they were loving and caring that was more than enough for him.
🤍He doesn’t display the entirety of his personality until he gets a full grasp on yours first. It was hell on earth, not being able to nuzzle into you despite his much stronger and intimidating frame.
🤍In fact, a part of him didn’t want to leave the safety of the shelter kennel after hearing other daunting stories from previous hybrids who’d been abandoned there.
🤍There was one in particular, a grumpy black cat hybrid, Yoongi, that was fostered from home to home just to end up back in the shelter. Yoongi never shared any details but constantly kept an eye on the younger hybrid despite being fairly distant.
🤍Jungkook was well behaved but his previous owners couldn’t tolerate his own needs, his overbearing nature and intense heats cycles. In fact, most of the time it was difficult for him to stay still, his high energy far too much for others to tolerate, until you entered his life.
🤍 Jungkook didn’t consider himself closed off, so it was easy to charm you with his big brown glassy eyes and fluffy ears. However, the actual reason that lulled him to stay with you in the first place was your intoxicating scent and just how pretty you truly were. He made sure to take a mental image of your face if things went south.
🤍He’d be lying if he said that wasn’t the case, so maybe you were nicer than you let on? Besides, he figured, having his own person and private space would be nice for once. Jungkook was only getting older with time, so he might’ve had the motive to make you a proper mate in his mind.
🤍 Fast forward to present day, he’s practically all over you 25/7, keeping a hand on your shoulder or lower back, where it’s not too intimate or overbearing. He values your safety and wellbeing over his own, and would willingly put his own life at risk to save yours. In public areas he preferred to hold your hand or intertwine your arm with his, shielding you from ogling eyes.
🤍Whenever his eyes aren’t on you a part of him panics, those same hybrid instincts flaring. He tried his best to suppress them but you made it so difficult to hold them back!
🤍Especially when you were so caring and tender to him, even more so on quiet shared dinners. You didn’t mind catering to his vegetarian diet either whenever he cooked, considering his natural primal appetite. It was a little pricey to purchase protein shakes, but you happily complied when you had the funds for it.
🤍In fact, he took pride in his culinary abilities, enjoying the way your face lit up at the dishes he prepared. He values quality time and physical affection on your days off from work, his tail puffing up in excitement.
🤍 You have to establish a gym setup within your own home, since his physical abilities and stamina are twice as higher than a human, he needs to release the energy somehow. In other ways, he’d prefer to keep himself in shape, maintaining a more intimidating frame.
🤍 Absolutely loves when you run your hands through his hair, especially on his fluffy bunny ears. Jungkook would nudge his head against your hand or shoulder whenever he craved more of your touch if he was desperate.
🤍 Jungkook grew addicted to it, the familiar feeling of your softer gentle fingertips across a scalp always left his brain feeling like mush, the small of his fluffy tail swishing rapidly. His tail was sensitive, that much you figured out the first time you helped him during the first night of his mating season.
🤍 Jungkook would purposefully sleep in your bed and in your clothes, scent marking his territory so any other males or hybrids would know you already had someone to come home to.
🤍He knew you were a wonderful person inside and out, so other people would’ve taken interest in you too one way or another. To be fair, on his behalf he’d never allow anyone to lay a hand on you.
🤍That exception isn’t made for your stuffed animals or favorite pillows either. If he was desperate he’d gladly fuck into them, dreaming of someday stuffing you full with his knot.
🤍Jungkook hated the way his jealousy would spike when you two would lounge on the couch together, watching some variant of an animal documentary. He’d act like he couldn’t care less but it was beyond blatantly obvious at his feigned nonchalant attitude.
🤍He’d be calm about it unless you gawked at the screen or more animal than human with awe. He knew it was an irrational thought , and that he was a grown ass man for christ sake, but he can be even cuter if you would only just look at him!
🤍 You’d know by the way both his ears and tail were still and drooped downwards. If it truly upset him, he’d most likely make sure you can’t use both your legs that night, ensuring no one else gets to see you temporarily. You’d receive the silent treatment at times or the cold shoulder, however it wasn’t nothing your communication, love and reassurance couldn’t fix.
🤍 He loves soft and slow kisses over sloppy and sensual, desperate ones. He prefers to savor and enjoy the present moment, in your hold and under your undivided attention. Jungkook was often pretty bold at times, nipping at your neck or ear lobe, and he’s especially fond of licking your scent gland in first thing in the morning.
🤍He preferred his scent all over you at all times, and if it any traces weren’t his, you’re stuck in long cuddle sessions, preferably between his muscular legs and arms. It was ironic, considering his tattoos and piercings, yet he was so soft when it came to you. If he was particularly needy he’d be on the more dominant side without hesitation.
🤍You quickly learned he enjoyed the gym, and he made quite quick runner due to being part bunny. Jungkook gladly used it to his advantage, sprinting at the blink of an eye if you called for him or asked to bring you something.
🤍 Your hybrid has a huge oral fixation, constantly teething, but you found in endearing how much his bright smile stood out regardless. You joked one time about having to buy him chew toys, and the look of his face was absolutely priceless.
🤍However, you do make sure to check his teeth for any cavities, the only downside is that action alone turns him on. He loves your fingers in his mouth, especially when he’s sucking on your digits like he needs air. He didn’t mind gagging on them here and there either if you prodded too far.
🤍You’d find a few of your clothes chewed into and soggy here and there. You really didn’t want to question the odd, white crusty stains on your worn panties and bras. Though, you were pretty sure you had left them in the dirty basket where they belonged before you left.
🤍Jungkook would also happily bite into your arms, inner thighs, or any trace of bare skin if you wore something more revealing that day.
🤍 Jungkook is extremely gentle during aftercare, since his libido is a bit too high for his kind. He tries to take care of his little problem himself on days when he senses your exhaustion. It was a futile, cheap attempt, fully knowing your cunt felt better wrapped around his girthy cock rather than his own hand.
🤍 He adored the idea of settling down with you, it makes him feel all giddy and warm inside every time he pictures you in a veil and a ring on your finger. The thought of you nice and round with his future offspring only made him want to bring the idea to fruition, tail wagging at the speed of light.
🤍He loves you and wouldn’t push you past your limits without your consent, even if it means temporarily holding back those urges. He just gets so hot and bothered at the thought of the house full of his own bunnies someday!
as your boyfriend hungrily makes the most passionate love to you, you soon come to the realisation that it's his trouble-making twin brother instead – the 'bad boy' who intrigues you more than anything, the one who often corrupts your thoughts – the man who secretly obsesses over you.
genre – secret pining au, angst, fluff, smut.
pairing – bf's twin brother jungkook x fem reader.
warnings – oc's boyfriend is a dick, cheating, jk is secretly obsessed with oc and a little pervy, explicit language, mentions of intimacy between oc and her boyfriend, a lot of smut between oc and jk (will add specific details in the chapter)
note – had 1k words of this in my drafts for over a year, but after reading and OBSESSING over @wintrbears The wife Trap, I've been extremely motivated finish it up hehe. (thank you for beautiful story and some inspiration, queen!!!)
lmk if anyone wants to be tagged. will post this lil oneshot next month!!
Description: You don't know anything about fashion. You've never read runway, you can't name a single designer, and you showed up to the most prestigious magazine in New York City in a thrifted blazer and a watch you got off fucking Depop. Jeon Jeongguk looked at you like you were a piece of lint on his suit and dismissed you in under five minutes.
And then he hired you anyway. This is either the luckiest or the most catastrophic thing that has ever happened to you. You're starting to think it might be both.
Genre: slow burn, enemies to lovers, smut, angst, PLOT HEAVY, evil jungkook, why is he so hot tho, reheated nachos, i uploaded this like a year or two ago before deleting my blog
PLEASE READ ME (IMPORTANT): hey loves !! so this fic has an interactive reading experience, if you click THIS link, you'll be redirected to my neocities site where the full story lives and will continue to be updated with every new chapter.
i have worked so hard on this and i'm genuinely really proud of it, the site has little easter eggs, interactive elements, and just makes the whole reading experience so much more fun and immersive than a regular post. i really really recommend checking it out. there's a portion of the fic included here on tumblr, but the full story, all future updates, and all the fun stuff lives over there. i hope you love it as much as i loved making it (ps will be updating it/making tweaks so if it changes a bit im sorry)!!!
WC: current wc is 15k
Before starting here, please re-read the note titled please read me. The full interactive work is on my website via this link.
You knew nothing as you entered the infamous Jeon Publication’s building for your first interview. You had no idea that the city’s most well-known and connected socialists and media executives obsessed over every single detail the magazine had to offer. For the first time in your life, you were met with identical copies of the girls you saw on Instagram, and Pinterest. You had never seen a real pair of designer shoes in your life, shoes that you could bet cost more than your monthly rent.
You had never laid your eyes on such beautiful men. Perfectly toned— but not overly muscular, the type that resembled the male models you saw on magazine covers when you stood in a checkout line.
You check your phone, it was exactly eleven A.M. You stand in line to board the elevators, taking in a deep breath. The variety of women you encounter remind you of runway models: skinny and poised. Their lips never stopped moving, and their gossip was punctuated by the sound of their stilettos clacking on the floor. You were sporting an unflattering “guest” sticker on your thrifted black blazer as you boarded the elevator.
You allow yourself to relax for a moment during the swift, quiet ride. Deep, sultry, and most important of all— expensive perfume mixed with leather fills the metal box encompassing you all. The doors opened silently, reverently to a variety of stark white reception areas. All filled with chic furniture and slim bodies.
“I can’t believe he’s actually dating Suzy. She. Is. Such. A Bitch. I mean, really— how can he put up with her?” Chattered a twenty-something girl in a leather blazer and thigh high heels sprinkled with Louis-Vuitton symbols, looking more suited for a late night in Soho than a day at the office.
“I know. Total bitch. She’s not even that pretty,” agreed her friend, with an empathetic shake of her head.
By the will of whomever, you arrived at the sixteenth floor and the elevator slid open. You were on time. Interesting. If you’re comparing your potential work environment to an average day at a high school, that is. When you slither out the elevator, you’re presented with a sign that reads ‘Jeon Human Resources Office’ in glowing white letters.
The human resources receptionist eyes you carefully as you saunter closer to her desk. She introduces herself as Jennie and without another word she points toward a space encompassed by chairs and scattered magazines. You sit down, eyeing the pieces that are closest to you.
You look down at your cheap, mismatched suit and very wrong shoes and wonder why you even bothered. “So dear, you’re looking to break into magazines, are you?” The woman from the desk asked, eyeing the magazines beside you.
You nod, rubbing your sweaty palms against the rough texture of your worn out pants.
“Dear, can you tell me the name of the editor in chief of Runway?” She begins, looking pointedly at you for the first time since you sat down.
Nothing. Completely and totally blank, you couldn’t remember a thing. You’d never read an issue of Runway in your life. Who cared about fucking Runway besides supermodels and people who can flush one-hundred dollar bills in the toilet? It was a fashion magazine for fucksake, you weren’t even sure if it even had any writing in it at all.
You stammered for a brief moment, different names of editors you just forced yourself to remember moments ago all swirling in your head, dancing in mismatched pairs. Somewhere deep in the recesses of your mind, you were sure you knew his name— after all, who didn’t? There was only one man as prominent in this industry as him.
“Uh, I can’t quite remember the name. But I know I know it, of course I know it.” Your hands flapped around in an attempt to make your words more believable. “I mean, everyone knows his name, I just, I can’t recall-“
The receptionist stared at you for a moment, her dark eyes fixated on your reddening face. “Jeon Jeongguk,” she near-whispered, with a mixture of reverence and fear. “His name is Jeon Jeongguk.”
Silence ensured. For what felt like hours, neither of you spoke, but then, Jennie must have made a decision to overlook your crucial fuckup. You didn’t know then that she was desperate, aching, to hire another assistant for Jeongguk. Desperate to stop him from calling her day and night, grilling her about potential candidates, schedules and quite literally everything else.
Jennie was tired, overworked, and desperate to find someone, anyone, who Jeongguk wouldn’t reject. And if that meant in the tiniest near-impossible possibility that you would get hired, it’s a chance she would take.
Jennie smiled tersely and told you that you were going to meet with Jeongguk’s two assistants. Two? Who needs two assistants?
“Yup,” she confirmed as if she read your thoughts with an exasperated look. “Of course Jeongguk needs two assistants. His current, senior assistant, Namjoon has been promoted to be Runway’s beauty editor, and Irene, the junior assistant, now has Namjoon’s old position. Which means, the junior position is open for someone!” Her pointer finger lightly poked your chest, “Someone like you.”
“Listen, __, I know you’re fresh out of college and probably not completely familiar with the inner workings of the magazine world.” She paused dramatically, searching for the right words to not offend you with. “But, I feel it’s my duty, my obligation to tell you what an incredibly magnificent opportunity this is. Jeon Jeongguk…”
She paused again, just as dramatically, as if she were mentally bowing to the man. “Jeon Jeongguk is single handedly the most influential person in the fashion industry, and, obviously, one of the most prominent magazine editors in the world.” She ecstatically flailed her arms around the office. “As you can clearly see.”
“The chance to work for him, to watch him edit and meet the famous writers and models, to help him achieve all he does each and every day, well, it’s a job million girls would die for.”
Jennie was now grinning ear to ear, her hands found their way into a death grip around your shoulders. “Not to mention, he’s gorgeous.” She finished her monologue with a wink, releasing you.
“Well- I mean, yes, it sounds wonderful.” You expressed, briefly wondering why Jennie was trying so diligently to talk you into something that a million other girls were apparently dying for. However, there wasn’t time to think about it. She picked up her phone and sang a few words, and within minutes she was escorting you to the elevators to begin your interviews with Jeongguk’s two assistants.
You were beginning to think Jennie was starting to sound a bit like a robot, but then came your meeting with Irene. You were now on the seventeenth floor, waiting in Runway’s unnervingly white reception area.
It took exactly forty five minutes, you were counting, before a tall, thin girl emerged from being one of the glass doors. A calf-length tight black skirt hung from her hips, and her long black hair was curled and completed with a pearled pin that read ‘Dior’ attached near her temple. Her skin was flawless, even from where you were sitting you could tell there wasn’t as much as a single blemish on it. She didn’t smile.
She sat beside you, looking you over, earnestly but with little actual interest. Then, unprompted, whom you presumed to be Irene launched into a description of the job. Her voice monotone as if she’s gone through this a dozen times already. As if she had little faith that you were any different from the rest, and as a result wasn’t planning on wasting much time on you.
“It’ll be hard, no doubt about it. There will be fourteen-hour days, you know— not often, but often enough,” she rattled on, not looking at you. “Plus, it’ll be important for you to understand there will be no editorial work. As Jeongguk’s junior assistant, your only responsibility is to accommodate his needs. From ordering his favorite coffee to going on shopping trips with him. Which are, always fun. I mean, you’ll get to spent time with this marvelous and gorgeous man. And gorgeous he is,” she breathed, looking as if she was in a daze, staring at the ceiling in awe.
“Sounds great,” You said and meant it. Half of your friends immediately began working after graduation and had already clocked in half a years worth into their entry-level jobs. It didn’t matter what they were doing, banks, advertising firms, it all sounded like shit to you. And on the slim chance they had free time to meet up all they would do is whine about their long days, their coworkers, and above all, their utter boredom.
While you weren’t particularly ecstatic about fashion, you’d rather do something you loosely deemed “fun” than get sucked into the life all your friends were dealing with.
“Yeah, it is great. Like really great. Anyway, nice to meet you. I’ll get Namjoon for you to meet, he’s amazing.” As quickly as she finished and departed behind the glass, another figure appeared.
The striking man introduced himself as Namjoon, Jeongguk’s senior assistant who’d just been promoted. But you couldn’t focus at all, why did everyone who worked here look like supermodels? Namjoon was wearing a tailored black suit, from the shirt underneath to the blazer that hugged his muscles as if it was destined for him. His dyed-grey hair was parted to the side, combed but not completely slicked down with gel. Black rimmed glasses that had ‘Prada’ engraved onto the side of them rested on his soft nose bridge. To say you were in awe of the man was an understatement.
“I’m Namjoon, as you’ve probably already been told,” he started, pushing his glasses upwards with his middle finger. “Nice to meet you, I was just promoted to an editor position, which is one of the bonuses of working for Jeongguk.” Namjoon’s lip quirked up, eyes bright with adoration.
“Don’t get me wrong, the hours are long, and the work is tough, but Jeongguk is amazing. You’ll get to skip years and years of working your way up the ladder with just one year for him; if you’re talented, he’ll send you straight to the top.” Namjoon rambled on. You were beginning to get the impression that everyone here had a hard on for Jeongguk.
“We probably won’t see each other often, but, feel free to stop by my office if you need any assistance.” His eyes loosely scanned over your attire, not in a demonizing way but with pity?
When Namjoon wrapped things up he went to notify yet another interviewer. So what if you didn’t know who Jeon Jeongguk was? Everyone else certainly seemed impressed enough. You figured having the prestige of Runway on your resume was sure to give you more than enough credibility when you eventually applied to work for other companies. Besides, weren’t millions of girls dying to get this job?
After another half an hour of ruminations, a slender woman came into the reception area. She said her name, but it didn’t register in your brain. You were busy trying to process the abundance of information that's been lodged in your brain within these few hours.
After another look-over, the girl led you to Kim Taehyung’s office, Runway’s executive editor and an office favorite, apparently. Your first thought upon meeting Taehyung was— why was he working in an editorial magazine when he could very clearly be on the actual Runway. He was tanned, brown hair covering his eyebrows, yet, his face didn’t lose it’s expressiveness. Taehyung sported a deep crimson suit with a white button up underneath, and a black vest on top of it.
Taehyung talked to you for hours. When you weren’t busy drooling over how gorgeous he was, you listened to what he was saying. Taehyung seemed like he genuinely loved his job, excitedly speaking about the “word” aspect of the magazine.
“I know it's surprising but, I have nothing to do with the fashion side of this place,” he declared proudly, winking at you, “crazy I know. So, save those questions for someone else.”
When you told him this job sounded appealing, and that you had no particular interest or any background in fashion, Taehyung’s smile only grew wider. “In that case, __. You might just be what we need around here. I think it’s time for you to meet Jeongguk, and if I may offer a piece of advice? Look him straight in the fucking eye and sell yourself. Sell yourself hard and he’ll respect you.”
Taehyung bent forward, “Jeongguk is hard to please, but he respects honesty. Just make sure you don’t pass out, he has that affect on people.”
As if on cue, the nameless girl from before swept in and escorted you to Jeongguk’s office. It was exactly a forty-second-walk from Taehyung’s, but you could sense all the eyes on you. They peered at you from behind the frosted glass of the editors’ office and from the open space of the assistants’ cubicles. You didn’t want to imagine what they were thinking of you. How you had the balls to saunter into the worlds most prestige fashion magazine’s building in your thrifted, non-designer clothes: expecting to be hired.
And then you were standing in his office, a wide-open space of huge windows and bright light encompassing it. No other details made an impression that day; you couldn’t take your eyes off of him.
You’d never seen a picture of Jeon Jeongguk, you didn’t know he even existed till a couple hours ago. But, fuck, was he a looker. Jeongguk was wearing an off-white cream colored suit. Unlike Namjoon, who had a vest and tie underneath, Jeongguk wore a button-up that matched the color of his blazer exactly, no vest or tie in sight.
The first two buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned, leaving glistening collar bones for you to ogle at. A variety of rings covered his hands, you noted briefly that his right hand was covered in what appeared like tattoos. When your eyes moved upward, you sharply breathed in.
Jeongguk’s hair was jet black, parted similarly to Namjoon’s, but much longer. His bangs were curved, giving the appearance of volume in his hair. While the other side was slicked back, tucked behind a pierced ear. Is that an eyebrow and lip piercing?
Jeon Jeongguk was fucking gorgeous, and that was putting it lightly.
He had turned his heard upward to look you in the eye, but he did not stand to greet you. Jeongguk did not smile, and your brain was finally beginning to register why Taehyung warned you to not pass out in his presence.
Jeongguk’s eyebrows were lightly knitted, and that’s when you noticed: he was staring at you, intently, mentally noting your mortifying attempt at grace with what seemed like amusement. Condescending and awkward, yes, but, not, particularly mean-spirited. He spoke first.
“Who are you?”
Your name stammered out of your mouth.
“And what brings you to Runway, __?” He asked, dragging out the ending syllables of your name, never taking his eyes away from yours.
“Well,” you stammered, awkwardly moving your legs to cross the other, “I interviewed with Jennie and she told me that you’re looking for an assistant.” You began, voice shaky. When he nodded, your confidence increased slightly. “And now, after meeting with Irene, Namjoon, and Taehyung, I feel like I have a clear understanding of what you’re looking for in an assistant, I’m confident I’ll be perfect for the job.” Jeongguk looked amused for a moment but continued to seem unfazed.
It was in this exact moment you realized you desperately wanted this job, in the way people yearn for things they know are unattainable. It might not be law or doctoral school, but fuck, it felt like a challenge— a real challenge. Because you were an imposter here, you knew you didn’t belong, had known that from the moment you stepped onto the Runway floor.
“Yet, you don’t read Runway?” Jeongguk leaned over his desk, peering at you even more intently than before.
“No.”
“And before today, you had never heard of me?”
You bit your lip, the confidence you boasted minutes ago diminishing into nothingness. He had set you up with the first question, elevating your confidence just to crush it with the reality that you were nothing more than a phony.
“Uh, well, no.”
“And you have no style or sense of fashion.” Jeongguk was no longer looking in your direction, eyes focused back on whatever catalog he was looking at before you barged into his office.
“Well— that depends on-“
“That wasn’t a question.” Jeongguk’s eyes bounced from the model on the paper to you, then back to
the paper.
“As I said before, I’m confident that I can be-“
Jeongguk released the magazine from his fingers, letting one side flap back onto the desk. He widened his legs and leaned back into his chair, elbow resting on the arm rest. He then raised his pointer and middle fingers in the air, and with an unchanged expression, he spoke, “That’ll be all.”
You blinked, mind drawing a blank. Did he just kick me out? That easily? That’s it? You lightly scoffed, taking one last good look at Jeongguk before turning around, heading for the door. What a fucking asshole. Sure, you didn’t fit in. Fuck, you really didn’t fit in. But, to not give you a chance? You just wasted god knows how many hours talking to everyone around here, essentially being taught how to work the damn job before you even got it. Just for him to dismiss you like a piece of lint on his designer suit.
You stop. Might as well give him a piece of my fucking mind.
“Listen, you’re right. I don’t fit in here. I’m not glamorous, covered in designer from head to toe. Fuck, I bought this watch off of Depop.” You lift your arm, pointing at the Seiko watch you haggled off a teenager on Depop. “And as you’ve so generously mentioned, I clearly don’t know anything about fashion.”
You take a hesitant step forward, this is depressing. You were begging at this point, for an ounce of recognition from a man you knew nothing of hours ago. From a fucking stranger. “But, I’m smart. I learn fast and if you hire me, I will work hard.”
Jeongguk doesn’t respond, but you notice the quirk in his brow. His eyes dismiss you when you hear a voice drawing closer from the hall.
“Jeongguk, we got the exclusive on the red silk for Seokjin, the piece with the huge feathered arm.”
You don’t hear the remainder of the unknown person's sentence because you bolted through Jeongguk’s glass doors and toward the elevator without a glance back.
What the fuck?
Nothing. Completely and totally blank, you couldn’t remember a thing. You’d never read an issue of Runway in your life. Who cared about fucking Runway besides supermodels and people who can flush one-hundred dollar bills in the toilet? It was a fashion magazine for fucksake, you weren’t even sure if it even had any writing in it at all.
You stammered for a brief moment, different names of editors you just forced yourself to remember moments ago all swirling in your head, dancing in mismatched pairs. Somewhere deep in the recesses of your mind, you were sure you knew his name— after all, who didn’t? There was only one man as prominent in this industry as him.
“Uh, I can’t quite remember the name. But I know I know it, of course I know it.” Your hands flapped around in an attempt to make your words more believable. “I mean, everyone knows his name, I just, I can’t recall-“
The receptionist stared at you for a moment, her dark eyes fixated on your reddening face. “Jeon Jeongguk,” she near-whispered, with a mixture of reverence and fear. “His name is Jeon Jeongguk.”
Silence ensured. For what felt like hours, neither of you spoke, but then, Jennie must have made a decision to overlook your crucial fuckup. You didn’t know then that she was desperate, aching, to hire another assistant for Jeongguk. Desperate to stop him from calling her day and night, grilling her about potential candidates, schedules and quite literally everything else.
Jennie was tired, overworked, and desperate to find someone, anyone, who Jeongguk wouldn’t reject. And if that meant in the tiniest near-impossible possibility that you would get hired, it’s a chance she would take.
Jennie smiled tersely and told you that you were going to meet with Jeongguk’s two assistants. Two? Who needs two assistants?
“Yup,” she confirmed as if she read your thoughts with an exasperated look. “Of course Jeongguk needs two assistants. His current, senior assistant, Namjoon has been promoted to be Runway’s beauty editor, and Irene, the junior assistant, now has Namjoon’s old position. Which means, the junior position is open for someone!” Her pointer finger lightly poked your chest, “Someone like you.”
“Listen, __, I know you’re fresh out of college and probably not completely familiar with the inner workings of the magazine world.” She paused dramatically, searching for the right words to not offend you with. “But, I feel it’s my duty, my obligation to tell you what an incredibly magnificent opportunity this is. Jeon Jeongguk…”
She paused again, just as dramatically, as if she were mentally bowing to the man. “Jeon Jeongguk is single handedly the most influential person in the fashion industry, and, obviously, one of the most prominent magazine editors in the world.” She ecstatically flailed her arms around the office. “As you can clearly see.”
“The chance to work for him, to watch him edit and meet the famous writers and models, to help him achieve all he does each and every day, well, it’s a job million girls would die for.”
Jennie was now grinning ear to ear, her hands found their way into a death grip around your shoulders. “Not to mention, he’s gorgeous.” She finished her monologue with a wink, releasing you.
“Well- I mean, yes, it sounds wonderful.” You expressed, briefly wondering why Jennie was trying so diligently to talk you into something that a million other girls were apparently dying for. However, there wasn’t time to think about it. She picked up her phone and sang a few words, and within minutes she was escorting you to the elevators to begin your interviews with Jeongguk’s two assistants.
You were beginning to think Jennie was starting to sound a bit like a robot, but then came your meeting with Irene. You were now on the seventeenth floor, waiting in Runway’s unnervingly white reception area.
It took exactly forty five minutes, you were counting, before a tall, thin girl emerged from being one of the glass doors. A calf-length tight black skirt hung from her hips, and her long black hair was curled and completed with a pearled pin that read ‘Dior’ attached near her temple. Her skin was flawless, even from where you were sitting you could tell there wasn’t as much as a single blemish on it. She didn’t smile.
She sat beside you, looking you over, earnestly but with little actual interest. Then, unprompted, whom you presumed to be Irene launched into a description of the job. Her voice monotone as if she’s gone through this a dozen times already. As if she had little faith that you were any different from the rest, and as a result wasn’t planning on wasting much time on you.
“It’ll be hard, no doubt about it. There will be fourteen-hour days, you know— not often, but often enough,” she rattled on, not looking at you. “Plus, it’ll be important for you to understand there will be no editorial work. As Jeongguk’s junior assistant, your only responsibility is to accommodate his needs. From ordering his favorite coffee to going on shopping trips with him. Which are, always fun. I mean, you’ll get to spent time with this marvelous and gorgeous man. And gorgeous he is,” she breathed, looking as if she was in a daze, staring at the ceiling in awe.
“Sounds great,” You said and meant it. Half of your friends immediately began working after graduation and had already clocked in half a years worth into their entry-level jobs. It didn’t matter what they were doing, banks, advertising firms, it all sounded like shit to you. And on the slim chance they had free time to meet up all they would do is whine about their long days, their coworkers, and above all, their utter boredom.
While you weren’t particularly ecstatic about fashion, you’d rather do something you loosely deemed “fun” than get sucked into the life all your friends were dealing with.
“Yeah, it is great. Like really great. Anyway, nice to meet you. I’ll get Namjoon for you to meet, he’s amazing.” As quickly as she finished and departed behind the glass, another figure appeared.
The striking man introduced himself as Namjoon, Jeongguk’s senior assistant who’d just been promoted. But you couldn’t focus at all, why did everyone who worked here look like supermodels? Namjoon was wearing a tailored black suit, from the shirt underneath to the blazer that hugged his muscles as if it was destined for him. His dyed-grey hair was parted to the side, combed but not completely slicked down with gel. Black rimmed glasses that had ‘Prada’ engraved onto the side of them rested on his soft nose bridge. To say you were in awe of the man was an understatement.
“I’m Namjoon, as you’ve probably already been told,” he started, pushing his glasses upwards with his middle finger. “Nice to meet you, I was just promoted to an editor position, which is one of the bonuses of working for Jeongguk.” Namjoon’s lip quirked up, eyes bright with adoration.
“Don’t get me wrong, the hours are long, and the work is tough, but Jeongguk is amazing. You’ll get to skip years and years of working your way up the ladder with just one year for him; if you’re talented, he’ll send you straight to the top.” Namjoon rambled on. You were beginning to get the impression that everyone here had a hard on for Jeongguk.
“We probably won’t see each other often, but, feel free to stop by my office if you need any assistance.” His eyes loosely scanned over your attire, not in a demonizing way but with pity?
When Namjoon wrapped things up he went to notify yet another interviewer. So what if you didn’t know who Jeon Jeongguk was? Everyone else certainly seemed impressed enough. You figured having the prestige of Runway on your resume was sure to give you more than enough credibility when you eventually applied to work for other companies. Besides, weren’t millions of girls dying to get this job?
After another half an hour of ruminations, a slender woman came into the reception area. She said her name, but it didn’t register in your brain. You were busy trying to process the abundance of information that's been lodged in your brain within these few hours.
After another look-over, the girl led you to Kim Taehyung’s office, Runway’s executive editor and an office favorite, apparently. Your first thought upon meeting Taehyung was— why was he working in an editorial magazine when he could very clearly be on the actual Runway. He was tanned, brown hair covering his eyebrows, yet, his face didn’t lose it’s expressiveness. Taehyung sported a deep crimson suit with a white button up underneath, and a black vest on top of it.
Taehyung talked to you for hours. When you weren’t busy drooling over how gorgeous he was, you listened to what he was saying. Taehyung seemed like he genuinely loved his job, excitedly speaking about the “word” aspect of the magazine.
“I know it's surprising but, I have nothing to do with the fashion side of this place,” he declared proudly, winking at you, “crazy I know. So, save those questions for someone else.”
When you told him this job sounded appealing, and that you had no particular interest or any background in fashion, Taehyung’s smile only grew wider. “In that case, __. You might just be what we need around here. I think it’s time for you to meet Jeongguk, and if I may offer a piece of advice? Look him straight in the fucking eye and sell yourself. Sell yourself hard and he’ll respect you.”
Taehyung bent forward, “Jeongguk is hard to please, but he respects honesty. Just make sure you don’t pass out, he has that affect on people.”
As if on cue, the nameless girl from before swept in and escorted you to Jeongguk’s office. It was exactly a forty-second-walk from Taehyung’s, but you could sense all the eyes on you. They peered at you from behind the frosted glass of the editors’ office and from the open space of the assistants’ cubicles. You didn’t want to imagine what they were thinking of you. How you had the balls to saunter into the worlds most prestige fashion magazine’s building in your thrifted, non-designer clothes: expecting to be hired.
And then you were standing in his office, a wide-open space of huge windows and bright light encompassing it. No other details made an impression that day; you couldn’t take your eyes off of him.
You’d never seen a picture of Jeon Jeongguk, you didn’t know he even existed till a couple hours ago. But, fuck, was he a looker. Jeongguk was wearing an off-white cream colored suit. Unlike Namjoon, who had a vest and tie underneath, Jeongguk wore a button-up that matched the color of his blazer exactly, no vest or tie in sight.
The first two buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned, leaving glistening collar bones for you to ogle at. A variety of rings covered his hands, you noted briefly that his right hand was covered in what appeared like tattoos. When your eyes moved upward, you sharply breathed in.
Jeongguk’s hair was jet black, parted similarly to Namjoon’s, but much longer. His bangs were curved, giving the appearance of volume in his hair. While the other side was slicked back, tucked behind a pierced ear. Is that an eyebrow and lip piercing?
Jeon Jeongguk was fucking gorgeous, and that was putting it lightly.
He had turned his heard upward to look you in the eye, but he did not stand to greet you. Jeongguk did not smile, and your brain was finally beginning to register why Taehyung warned you to not pass out in his presence.
Jeongguk’s eyebrows were lightly knitted, and that’s when you noticed: he was staring at you, intently, mentally noting your mortifying attempt at grace with what seemed like amusement. Condescending and awkward, yes, but, not, particularly mean-spirited. He spoke first.
“Who are you?”
Your name stammered out of your mouth.
“And what brings you to Runway, __?” He asked, dragging out the ending syllables of your name, never taking his eyes away from yours.
“Well,” you stammered, awkwardly moving your legs to cross the other, “I interviewed with Jennie and she told me that you’re looking for an assistant.” You began, voice shaky. When he nodded, your confidence increased slightly. “And now, after meeting with Irene, Namjoon, and Taehyung, I feel like I have a clear understanding of what you’re looking for in an assistant, I’m confident I’ll be perfect for the job.” Jeongguk looked amused for a moment but continued to seem unfazed.
It was in this exact moment you realized you desperately wanted this job, in the way people yearn for things they know are unattainable. It might not be law or doctoral school, but fuck, it felt like a challenge— a real challenge. Because you were an imposter here, you knew you didn’t belong, had known that from the moment you stepped onto the Runway floor.
“Yet, you don’t read Runway?” Jeongguk leaned over his desk, peering at you even more intently than before.
“No.”
“And before today, you had never heard of me?”
You bit your lip, the confidence you boasted minutes ago diminishing into nothingness. He had set you up with the first question, elevating your confidence just to crush it with the reality that you were nothing more than a phony.
“Uh, well, no.”
“And you have no style or sense of fashion.” Jeongguk was no longer looking in your direction, eyes focused back on whatever catalog he was looking at before you barged into his office.
“Well— that depends on-“
“That wasn’t a question.” Jeongguk’s eyes bounced from the model on the paper to you, then back to
the paper.
“As I said before, I’m confident that I can be-“
Jeongguk released the magazine from his fingers, letting one side flap back onto the desk. He widened his legs and leaned back into his chair, elbow resting on the arm rest. He then raised his pointer and middle fingers in the air, and with an unchanged expression, he spoke, “That’ll be all.”
You blinked, mind drawing a blank. Did he just kick me out? That easily? That’s it? You lightly scoffed, taking one last good look at Jeongguk before turning around, heading for the door. What a fucking asshole. Sure, you didn’t fit in. Fuck, you really didn’t fit in. But, to not give you a chance? You just wasted god knows how many hours talking to everyone around here, essentially being taught how to work the damn job before you even got it. Just for him to dismiss you like a piece of lint on his designer suit.
You stop. Might as well give him a piece of my fucking mind.
“Listen, you’re right. I don’t fit in here. I’m not glamorous, covered in designer from head to toe. Fuck, I bought this watch off of Depop.” You lift your arm, pointing at the Seiko watch you haggled off a teenager on Depop. “And as you’ve so generously mentioned, I clearly don’t know anything about fashion.”
You take a hesitant step forward, this is depressing. You were begging at this point, for an ounce of recognition from a man you knew nothing of hours ago. From a fucking stranger. “But, I’m smart. I learn fast and if you hire me, I will work hard.”
Jeongguk doesn’t respond, but you notice the quirk in his brow. His eyes dismiss you when you hear a voice drawing closer from the hall.
“Jeongguk, we got the exclusive on the red silk for Seokjin, the piece with the huge feathered arm.”
You don’t hear the remainder of the unknown person's sentence because you bolted through Jeongguk’s glass doors and toward the elevator without a glance back.
when the stoic and devastatingly handsome sir jeon jungkook is appointed as your personal knight, sworn to guard your royal highness with a will forged from steel, you quickly discover that his greatest strength may also be his most infuriating trait, he is utterly immune to you. no matter how tightly you lace your corset, he remains the perfect knight, eyes respectfully averted, jaw set like stone. but while sir jungkook may be a man of steel, you are a princess accustomed to getting what you want, and with every sinful intention of discovering whether even the realm’s most loyal knight could be brought to his knees for you.
⎯⎯ pairing: knight jungkook x princess y/n
warnings: erotica, forbidden medieval fantasy au, porn with plot, age gap, yearning, size difference, oral fixation (f.), unprotected sex, the princess is very horny, cold,dom!knight, bigdick!knight, breeding, pregnancy trope, war brutality, motherhood, subtle angst
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The great hall of the royal palace echoed with the murmurs of the assembled court. The King sat upon his throne, his stern gaze sweeping over the line of elite knights who had come to compete for the highest honor in the realm, becoming the personal protector of his only daughter, the princess, you.
The position was coveted for many reasons, but none more obvious than the princess herself.
Beauty had always been your burden as much as your blessing. Tales of it traveled farther than merchants and faster than ravens, crossing borders until even distant courts spoke your name with a mixture of admiration and longing. Princes penned verses in your honor without ever meeting you. Even seasoned knights, men hardened by war and duty, often found themselves disarmed by nothing more than a smile.
With your coronation fast approaching, the kingdom stood on the brink of celebration. It would be the grandest event seen in decades, drawing princes, dignitaries from every corner of the continent. Some would arrive seeking alliances. Most would arrive seeking you.
The prospect amused you more than it excited you.
“Protecting my daughter is not merely a matter of strength,” your father’s voice boomed through the hall. “It demands unyielding discipline and absolute loyalty. You will each face three trials. The princess herself will accompany you, so that you may prove your worth in her presence.”
Your eyes swept slowly across the line of knights standing before the throne, a faint mask of boredom kissing your beautiful face, certain that none of them would truly be able to handle you.
For years, entertaining yourself at the expense of knights had become something of a pastime. A lingering touch against a gauntleted hand, a mere whispered compliment that left disciplined warriors suddenly forgetting their own names. Watching them struggle to maintain their composure was endlessly amusing.
You had notoriously toyed with men like this, living wildly beneath the weight of your royal title, and your father knew this better than anyone. That was precisely why he had designed these trials.
He wasn’t simply looking for the strongest sword arm. He wanted a knight with sharp intellect and the rare ability to withstand your constant attempts to live life on your terms rather than as a perfectly mannered princess.
A small, intrigued smile played on your lips when the first few knights stepped forward. They were impressive in brute force, but you could already tell they would crumble the moment you decided to play.
Then he stepped forward.
Sir Jeon Jungkook.
Even fully armored, with only his dark, piercing eyes visible through the narrow slit of his helmet, once his unflinching gaze met yours for a brief second, a strange spark ignited low in your belly. You tilted your head, studying those dark eyes with growing interest.
The first trial took place that very evening in the smaller banquet hall. Only a select few courtiers were present. You sat at the high table beside your father, sipping from a jeweled goblet.
Unknown to the competing knights, the King had arranged for one of the wine pitchers to be laced with a powerful sleeping draught. Harmless, but potent enough to leave the princess disoriented and vulnerable. Only the King, a few trusted advisors, and the princess herself knew of the plan.
The knights had been given only one instruction: protect the princess. No further details.
As the evening progressed, the effects of the draught began to take hold. Your thoughts grew pleasantly hazy, movements slower. The jeweled goblet nearly slipped from your grasp once before you caught it. A second time, you laughed at something that had not been particularly funny.
Several knights noticed. Some were too busy trying to appear vigilant, eyes constantly scanning the room for imaginary assassins.
A few noticed your condition and drew dangerously close. One insisted on helping you stand despite the fact that you had not asked for assistance. Another rested a hand against your lower back almost inappropriately while guiding you through the room. One knight even smiled when he realized how heavily you leaned upon him after stumbling.
The courtiers watched everything. So did the King.
You were beginning to feel genuinely annoyed when a tall figure stepped silently between you and yet another overeager knight.
Sir Jeon Jungkook.
Unlike the others, he had not hovered around you all evening. He had remained where a royal protector belonged, close enough to intervene, distant enough to respect your space.
Dark eyes studied your face through the narrow opening of his helmet. “The princess has had enough wine,” he declared.
The knight beside you scoffed. “She seems perfectly fin—”
“She does not.”
You watched surprise flicker across the other knight’s face.
Sir Jungkook’s hand briefly closed around your forearm as you swayed, steadying you before immediately letting go the moment your balance returned.
Within moments he had summoned two ladies-in-waiting to accompany you back to your chambers. When another knight offered to carry you himself, Sir Jungkook declined on your behalf before you could even answer.
“Her reputation is as important as her safety.”
For the first time all evening, genuine curiosity stirred within you.
Most men saw opportunity when they looked at you. Some saw beauty, a few saw a future crown. Yet somehow, Sir Jeon Jungkook seemed to see only his duty.
As the ladies guided you toward the doorway, you glanced back over your shoulder.
“How noble of you, Sir Jungkook,” you teased, voice softened by the draught. “Are you always so resistant to temptation?”
His gaze never wavered. “My duty is to protect Your Highness.”
For reasons you could not quite explain, that response lingered in your thoughts far longer than any flirtatious remark ever had.
The final trial was, by all appearances, the simplest.
After weeks of staged attacks, hidden tests, the remaining candidates expected one final demonstration of skill. Some anticipated a duel. Others believed they would be sent to defend the princess from another fabricated threat. Instead, the King announced that the last trial would consist of a single week of personal duty beside the princess. No further explanation was offered.
The knights were disappointed.
You, however, knew exactly what your father was doing.
The trial was not designed to test strength or intelligence. It was designed to test restraint.
Most of the candidates failed within days. Some became overly eager whenever you requested their company.
Others ignored palace protocol the moment you suggested bending the rules. One knight allowed you to wander through the city market without informing the royal guard because he was too eager to please you. Another accepted an invitation to share wine in one of the palace balconies despite knowing perfectly well how improper it appeared. Every failure was carefully observed and quietly recorded.
Only one knight remained infuriatingly impossible.
Sir Jeon Jungkook.
The more you watched him, the more determined you became to discover his weakness. Surely he had one. Everyone did.
At first, your attempts were harmless. During walks through the palace gardens, you lingered beside him instead of remaining ahead as protocol dictated. During meals, you directed most of your conversation toward him. More than once, you deliberately brushed your fingers against the steel of his gauntlet while speaking. Other knights would have turned crimson. Some would have stumbled over their own words.
Sir Jungkook merely stepped aside and continued his duties as though nothing had happened.
Perhaps it was the way every other knight had spent the past weeks attempting to impress you, the King, or the court.
Where others sought favor, he sought only to fulfill his duty. And thus, when the day of the final judgment arrived, the outcome surprised absolutely no one.
Your father rose slowly from his seat.
“Sir Jeon Jungkook,” he declared, voice echoing through the hall. “You have successfully completed all trials. You have shown not only strength and intellect, but the rare ability to anticipate danger and resist… temptation.” His gaze flicked briefly to you. “From this day forward, you are hereby appointed as the princess’s personal royal knight and protector. Guard her with your life. And may the gods help you.”
A murmur rippled through the court.
You turned toward Sir Jeon Jungkook, stepping just close enough that your crimson gown brushed his armor.
“Welcome to my service, Sir Jungkook,” you whispered so only he could hear. “I do hope you’re prepared. Resisting me may prove to be your greatest trial yet.”
His dark eyes held yours with unshakable strength. “I was under the impression I had already passed that one, Your Highness.”
—
Having Sir Jeon Jungkook follow you around all day wasn’t ideal.
It had not even been three months since his appointment as your royal knight, yet his constant, silent presence had already begun to grate on your nerves. He was always a towering shadow in dark armor, never more than a few steps behind. What annoyed you most was his utter lack of reaction.
No matter how boldly you flirted, no matter how you tightened your corset in front of him until your breasts nearly spilled over, no matter how many times you “accidentally” brushed against him, he remained perfectly composed.
What bothered you most of all was that you still had no idea what he looked like. Only those dark, intense eyes visible through the narrow slit of his helmet. The rest of him remained hidden behind steel, a constant, frustrating mystery.
The journey to the neighboring kingdom for the grand alliance celebration had been long and stifling. You rode in the royal ornate covered carriage borne by four strong horses and guarded on all sides. The extravagant gown you wore was beautiful but suffocating, the tight corset pressing against your ribs and making every breath feel like a struggle. Boredom weighed on you like lead.
Your dearest friend, Lady Isolde rode beside you in her own litter. She was to be wed in a month, and the two of you had spent the journey giggling like girls again, whispering behind silk curtains.
“He’s so tall,” Isolde teased, peeking through the gap toward where Sir Jeon Jungkook rode steadily beside your litter. “And those eyes… I wonder what the rest of him looks like under all that steel. Do you think he’s handsome, or just another brute?”
You laughed softly, though your gaze lingered on the narrow slit of Jungkook’s helmet, where those dark, intense eyes remained fixed forward.
“As if,” you replied, laced with mock boredom. “He’s far too proper. I could tighten my corset until my breasts nearly spill, and he wouldn’t even glance.”
Isolde giggled. “You should try. For science.”
Sir Jungkook’s eyes flicked toward the litter for the briefest second before returning forward. You smirked. Annoyed as you were by his constant, unflinching presence… you were also undeniably intrigued.
That night, after the feasting and music had died down and the royal party made camp near the forest’s edge, you slipped away, desperate for even a moment of peace, and determined to test just how far his restraint could stretch.
The air had grown chilly, carrying the faint bite of early autumn as you made your way to the forbidden stretch of the deep bend where the river water ran swift and dangerously deep. No one was permitted here after dark, especially not the princess.
You knew he would follow.
The heavy footsteps of armor soon echoed behind you on the rocky bank.
“Your Highness,” Sir Jungkook’s deep voice rang out, firm. “This area is strictly prohibited at night. The currents are treacherous and the water is far too cold. We must return to the palace at once.”
You barely looked at him. Your eyes were fastened upon the vast expanse of the river, moonlight dancing across its dark surface like scattered diamonds. You wanted nothing more than to feel the cool waves kissing your bare skin, to swim freely under the moon with no eyes judging you in, except his.
A small, unusually kind smile touched your lips as you turned toward him.
“Why don’t you join me, Sir Jungkook?” you asked softly, your voice carrying on the gentle night breeze. “Just for a little while. The water looks so peaceful tonight.”
Sir Jungkook stood like a statue in his dark armor. “Your Highness… that would be highly improper,” he replied, voice low. “I am here to protect you, not to… bathe with you.”
You let out a soft, melodic laugh and began walking toward the river’s edge, the hem of your gown brushing the grass.
“Well, I suppose then…” you bit your lip, your fingers moving to the laces of your gown with aching slowness. “I shall swim, and you will stand guard like the loyal knight you are.”
You could feel his intense eyes watching through the narrow slit of his helmet as you loosened the ties. The rich fabric slid from your shoulders like liquid silk, pooling at your feet.
Completely bare under the moonlight, you wore nothing beneath. Your skin glowed luminous and your full breasts rose and fell with each breath, nipples already stiff from the cold night air. The curve of your waist flared into soft hips, and the smooth, delicate skin between your thighs was on full display.
Sir Jungkook immediately turned his head sharply away, staring fixedly into the dark trees.
“Your Highness!” His voice was strained. “This is highly inappropriate. I cannot allow—”
“You don’t have to allow anything,” you cut him off, dripping with defiance. “You’re not permitted to touch me while I’m bare. So you’ll just have to stand there.”
You waded into the river with a soft gasp. The icy water bit into your skin, but the thrill of rebellion pushed you forward. You swam out deeper, the cold making your body hypersensitive.
You glanced back at the bank. Sir Jungkook stood like a statue, head turned away, refusing to look at your naked form even once. His armored fists were clenched tightly at his sides.
A thrill of satisfaction ran through you.
You felt exhilarated. Free. And wickedly aware that the most disciplined man in the kingdom was standing on the bank, fighting not to look at you.
“Are you really going to stand there all night, Sir Jungkook? The water feels wonderful… and I’m all alone out here.” You swam further out, the cold water caressing every inch of your bare skin. A soft, content sigh escaped your lips.
It would be a plain lie if you said you weren’t at least a little relieved that he had followed you. The deep bend was no joke. its treacherous currents and deadly depth were feared even by The King. Yet here you were, aching to tear down the walls of the knight who refused to bend to your charms.
You floated lazily on your back, letting the moonlight kiss your bare skin. Then, with a mischievous glint in your eyes, you took your chance.
Once a subtle current tugged at your legs, you gasped dramatically, flailing your arms and letting out a soft, helpless cry. “Oh—!”
You fought back a giggle, pretending to be a damsel in distress, knowing the current wasn’t strong enough to truly endanger you. You wanted to see if you could finally crack his composure.
But the gods had other plans.
Without warning, a far more treacherous undercurrent slammed into you like a living beast. It dragged you under violently, twisting your body, filling your mouth and nose with icy water. Real panic surged through you as you lost your breath and sight in the black depths.
“Jungkook!” you screamed, the sound barely coherent as water rushed into your lungs. This time, it was no act.
Sir Jeon Jungkook did not hesitate for even a fraction of a second. He plunged into the river fully armored, cutting through the violent current with powerful strokes. His strong arms wrapped around your waist, yanking your naked body against his steel chest as he fought the river with raw, expert strength. You clung to him desperately, coughing and gasping as he dragged you back to the rocky bank.
The moment he pulled you ashore, his helmet caught on a low hanging branch and was ripped clean off.
You lay on the grass, gasping for air, when your eyes finally focused on the man hovering above you.
And you forgot how to breathe.
Sir Jeon Jungkook was devastatingly, unfairly handsome.
Wet raven black hair clung to his forehead and sharp, sculpted cheekbones. Water droplets traced the strong line of his jaw and dripped from sensual lips. His dark eyes, now fully exposed, were intense and beautiful, framed by long lashes and thick brows. A faint scar graced his left eyebrow, adding a rugged edge to his otherwise perfect masculine beauty.
Before you could speak, he swiftly grabbed his crimson cloak and draped it over your naked body, covering you completely with careful reverence. His gaze remained locked strictly on your face, never once drifting to your exposed skin.
“Are you okay, Your Highness?” he asked, voice rough with concern. A faint blush colored his cheeks as he noticed the way you were staring at his now-bare face.
You opened your mouth to speak, but no words came. The combination of the dangerous current, the shock of nearly drowning, and the overwhelming sight of your knight’s true face left you dizzy and speechless.
Your vision blurred. You passed out in his arms.
Sir Jungkook pulled you closer against his armored chest, one large hand gently brushed your wet hair away from your face, his touch surprisingly tender. He lifted you effortlessly, cradling you like a warrior carrying his lady, your head resting against his broad shoulder, body wrapped securely in his cloak, legs draped over his arm as he carried you back to his mare.
He mounted carefully, keeping you nestled safely against him as the horse began the journey back to the palace through secret paths.
You woke briefly as he laid you down on the thick rug before the hearth in your royal chambers. The fire was already roaring. You were still wrapped in his cloak, beneath it only a thin silk bandeau now clung to your body, the delicate material barely containing your breasts, pressing them together in a deep, soft cleavage that rose and fell with each shaky breath.
You trembled from the cold and the lingering shock of the river.
Sir Jeon Jungkook remained kneeling by the fire, his movements precise as he stoked the flames. Water dripped from his raven hair onto his armoured shoulders. Then he rose to his full, imposing height, towering, broad shouldered.
Without a word, he reached for his helmet, which rested upon a nearby oak chest, clearly intending to conceal his face once more.
“No,” you whispered, your voice soft yet commanding as you pushed yourself up on one elbow. “Do not put it back on.”
The knight paused, gloved hand hovering above the helm. His dark eyes met yours, intense and conflicted.
“Your Highness… it is not fitting for me to stand before you unveiled,” he said, his voice carrying the formal cadence of a sworn knight. “I must maintain the dignity of my position.”
You sat up fully, the cloak slipping slightly from one shoulder, revealing the smooth curve of your skin and the edge of the silk bandeau. Despite the cold still clinging to your bones, warmth bloomed low in your belly as you gazed upon his face, truly beheld it for the first time.
“Come closer,” You rose to your knees on the rug, the cloak parting further as you reached for him. “Let me see you properly.”
He hesitated, every line of his powerful frame taut with restraint. Yet he obeyed, lowering himself once more to kneel before you. Even on his knees, he remained nearly at your eye level, so tall and broad was he.
You lifted a delicate hand and brushed your fingers through his damp raven locks, pushing them back from his forehead. A contented sigh escaped your lips.
“You are far too pleasing to look upon, Sir Jungkook,” you whispered, almost in awe. “I had wondered what lay beneath that steel. Never did I imagine such a face.”
Sir Jungkook remained perfectly still on his knees before you. His hands rested tensely on his armoured thighs as he fought to keep his gaze fixed on your face and not the way your breasts strained against the thin silk bandeau.
“You flatter me, Your Highness,” he replied, voice low. “But I am your knight. Nothing more. Please allow me to restore my helmet.”
You shook your head slowly, refusing to let him hide again. Instead, you leaned closer, your fingers still buried in his damp raven hair.
A new, overwhelming wave of admiration and obsession washed over you. This man... this mature, hardened, breathtakingly handsome knight was kneeling before you like a devotee. The realization sent a fresh rush of heat between your thighs.
“You’re older than me, aren’t you?” you murmured softly, continuing to caress his hair with gentle strokes. “Hardened by battles and years I haven’t yet seen.”
You wondered how many more scars he carried beneath that heavy armor hidden across his broad chest, his strong back.
“I am twenty eight, Your Highness,” he answered quietly, his deep voice carrying that disciplined tone you were growing addicted to.
“Tell me something personal,” you said, your voice turning playful yet curious. Your fingers trailed from his hair down to trace his cheekbone once more. “Have you ever been with a woman, Sir Jeon? Truly been with one?”
His jaw tightened visibly. The question crossed every boundary a knight was sworn to respect.
“Your Highness… such questions are not appropriate for me to answer,” he replied. You leaned in even closer, still stroking his hair tenderly, your breath brushing against his skin.
“But I want to know,” you whispered. “Have you ever touched a woman the way a man touches a lover? Ever kissed one?”
Jungkook’s breathing grew slightly heavier. His dark eyes stayed locked on yours with iron discipline, though you could clearly see the storm brewing behind them.
“I have not, Your Highness,” he finally answered, voice low and honest. “My duty has always come first.”
A thrill ran through you at his confession. You let your fingers drift lower, brushing along his sharp jawline. “And if a woman wanted you… desperately?” your voice dropped to a near whisper. “If she wanted your mouth between her thighs… your tongue tasting her, would you deny her?”
The impure question hung heavy in the air between you. You shocked even yourself with how boldly it slipped out, but the vivid image, his devastatingly handsome face trapped between your legs, mouth glistening with your arousal made the heat bloom even more slick between your thighs.
Sir Jungkook’s hands clenched tighter on his armored thighs. A faint flush colored the tips of his ears and neck, but he remained on his knees.
“Your Highness,” he said, reverently, “I am sworn to protect you. Not to… indulge in such thoughts.”
You smiled softly. Then you leaned back on the bed, letting the crimson cloak fall open completely. The thin silk bandeau was the only thing left covering you, and even that felt too much now.
“Then I command you,” You looked down at him, this powerful knight on his knees before you, and felt a rush of pure need. “I want your mouth on me, Jungkook. Right now.”
“Your Highness, I—”
“Touch me,” you breathed, cutting him off. “Please, Jungkook…”
You reached down and grabbed his gloved hand, bringing it to your chest. Slowly, you pressed his large palm over the thin silk bandeau, letting him feel the soft, heavy weight of your breast. Your nipple was already painfully hard beneath the fabric.
Sir Jungkook’s breath hitched sharply. His entire body tensed, the muscles in his arm flexing under the armor as he fought against every instinct.
You didn’t stop there, dragging his hand lower, sliding it down your stomach until his fingers rested between your thighs. You were soaked. your petals slick and hot against his gloved fingers.
“Feel how damp you make me,” you whispered, voice shaking with need.
Sir Jungkook let out a low, strained groan. His dark eyes were fixed on your face, but you could see the violent war happening behind them.
The most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on — the princess, the future queen, was laid out before him in nothing but a flimsy silk bandeau, legs spread, pressing his hand against her dripping cunt.
“Your Highness…” he rasped, albeit desperate. “This is beyond forbidden. You are royalty. I am sworn—”
“I don’t care,” you whimpered, grinding slowly against his gloved fingers. “I need you. I’ve never felt this way before. Touch me now, my knight. Please.”
His hand trembled. For a long moment, he simply rested there, feeling your wetness soak through the leather of his glove. Then, with a broken exhale that sounded like surrender, his fingers moved.
He stroked along your soaked folds, parting the delicate petals of your most secret flower. And what a flower it was... a lush, glistening rosebud blooming only for him. Your outer lips were soft and swollen with need, flushed deep, delicate like the first blush of dawn.
As he gently spread you open, the inner petals revealed themselves: silky, and impossibly tender, layered like the finest rose in full bloom after a summer rain. At the center lay your sweetest nectar, dripping and honeyed, flowing abundantly from your aching entrance.
The knight didn’t know what came over him, but your pulsing heat and slick, puckering folds had him utterly entranced. His breathing grew ragged. You could see the way his throat worked, the way his tongue unconsciously darted out to wet his lips. He was drooling.
“May I lick you, Your Highness?” he asked hoarsely, voice thick with barely contained hunger. “Please… allow me to taste you.”
The desperate plea from such a disciplined man sent a fresh wave of arousal flooding through you.
“Yes,” you breathed, spreading your thighs wider for him, your voice trembling with raw need. “Use your mouth on me, Jungkook. Lick your princess until she cannot think.”
The moment the words left your lips, something in him broke. Sir Jungkook leaned in and dragged his hot, wet tongue slowly up your soaked slit. The first full taste of you pulled a deep, guttural groan from his chest. You were intoxicatingly sweet and dripping with arousal. He licked you again, slower this time, savoring every slick fold as if he were drinking the finest wine in the kingdom.
You cried out sharply, back arching off the bed as overwhelming pleasure flooded your body. The sensation was brand new, so intense it made your legs twitch violently.
“Oh... Jungkook!” you moaned, fingers digging into his raven hair.
The knight’s tongue circled your swollen clit before sucking it gently into his mouth, then plunged inside your tight heat, ravishing you with slow, deep strokes. The wet, filthy sounds of his mouth eagerly eating you echoed through the chamber, obscene, and shameless.
The most beautiful woman he had ever known, the future queen, was thrashing beneath him, legs shaking uncontrollably around his head, soft whimpers and loud moans spilling from her pretty lips.
Your hips rolled desperately against his face, coating his tongue, lips, and chin with your sweet release. Sir Jungkook drank every drop you gave him, groaning against your cunt as his own cock strained painfully against his armor.
He had never tasted anything so addictive.
You were already twitching, gasping, legs trembling so hard they threatened to close around his head. The pleasure was too much, too new, too overwhelming for your body.
Suddenly, Sir Jungkook pulled back slightly, his lips glistening with your juices. His dark eyes looked up at you, breathing ragged.
“Should I continue, Your Highness?” he asked hoarsely, voice thick with lust and devotion. “Tell me… do you want more?”
You could barely form words. Your body was shaking, pussy throbbing, dripping onto the mattress beneath you.
“Please don’t stop,” you whimpered desperately. “Keep licking me... please...”
The knight obeyed instantly. He buried his face back between your thighs and attacked your clit with relentless strokes of his tongue. Two thick fingers pushed inside you, curling perfectly against that sensitive spot while he sucked hard on your swollen pearl.
The pleasure hit you like a storm.
Your entire body seized up. A loud, broken scream tore from your throat as your orgasm crashed over you violently. Your thighs clamped around his head, hips bucking wildly against his mouth as you gushed on his tongue. Wave after wave of intense pleasure ripped through you, leaving you shaking uncontrollably, vision blurring at the edges.
You nearly passed out from the sheer intensity of it. body twitching, chest heaving, soft cries still falling from your lips as the pleasure refused to let go.
Sir Jungkook stayed between your thighs through every tremor, drinking down every last drop of your release like a man who had finally found salvation.
When your body finally went limp, trembling and oversensitive, he gently kissed your inner thigh before pulling back, his handsome face flushed and glistening with your arousal.
You could barely speak, still catching your breath as you stared at the sight of your proud, disciplined knight with your release shining on his lips.
—
“The Princess requires her knight’s escort to the eastern tower for stargazing.”
The message was innocent enough on paper. But the court had begun to notice how often you summoned Sir Jeon Jungkook for these private “duties.” Some whispered that the Princess trusted no one else. Others envied the knight who had earned such unwavering favor from the realm’s greatest beauty.
They had no idea what really happened once the tower door was bolted.
In the eastern tower under the stars, you would push Sir Jungkook against the cold stone wall and demand his mouth on you again. He always hesitated at first, “Your Highness, we mustn’t…” but the moment you looked at him with those wide, needy eyes and whispered “Please, Jungkook… I ache for you,” his resolve crumbled.
He would drop to his knees in full armor, push your skirts up to your waist, and bury his face between your thighs. The sounds he made while devouring you were filthy and desperately loud. wet slurps and deep groans as he drank every drop of your arousal. You quickly learned to muffle your loud moans against your own arm or his shoulder, thighs shaking violently around his head as he brought you to shattering orgasm after orgasm.
He never asked for anything in return at first. But one night, after he had made you come so hard you saw stars, you dropped to your knees in front of him, hands trembling as you freed his thick, aching cock from his breeches.
You had never seen the knight fully bare, but you had tasted him.
You took him into your mouth with clumsy but eager hunger, sucking and licking until he was groaning your name like a prayer, his gloved hand gently cradling the back of your head. When he spilled down your throat, you swallowed every drop, looking up at him with wide, adoring eyes.
The tension between you only grew hotter, more forbidden.
You began creating excuses just to be close to him.
You “accidentally” wandered into dangerous parts of the forest during hunts. You “lost” your way in the palace corridors at night. You deliberately teased foreign dignitaries until they grew too bold, all so Sir Jungkook would have to step in, pull you protectively against his armored chest, and hold you there while scolding you with his low voice.
Each time, you nestled your head against his chest plate, breathing in his scent, feeling safe in a way you had never felt with anyone else.
One quiet afternoon in the royal rose gardens, while the other knights kept their distance. The summer blooms were at their peak, rows upon rows of crimson roses spilling over marble trellises in a riot of color and fragrance. Courtiers often compared them to you. You had heard the comparison so many times throughout your life that it had long since lost all meaning.
Your attention was elsewhere when Sir Jungkook paused beside a rose bush heavy with crimson blooms. Reaching out, he selected a single flower and turned it thoughtfully between his fingers before approaching.
“A gift?” you asked.
“If Your Highness would accept it.”
The answer surprised a smile from you.
He stepped forward and tucked the rose behind your ear. His gloved fingers lingered only for a second before withdrawing, but even that brief touch seemed to affect him more than he wished to admit.
When you looked up, his gaze was fixed upon the flower. “Beautiful things are dangerous,” he said quietly.
You laughed. “I believe roses are dangerous for everyone except gardeners.”
His expression didn’t change.
“I wasn’t speaking about the rose.”
Your heart fluttered so violently you had to look away. it was becoming impossible to deny how deeply you were falling for him.
The kisses grew sloppier, more desperate with every stolen moment.
In the abandoned library, your knight would press you against the bookshelves, helmet removed, and kiss you like he was drowning, tongue sliding against yours, hands gripping your waist as if afraid you might vanish. You kissed him back just as hungrily, tugging at his hair, moaning softly into his mouth while your hand palmed the hard bulge in his breeches.
Your hunger for him was insatiable. You ached for his presence constantly. The court noticed how you lit up when he entered a room, how you instinctively moved closer to him during gatherings. They saw devotion, they saw trust.
They never saw the way you both held each other’s eyes like lovers who knew their time was stolen.
The relationship was utterly forbidden. Your father would banish him, or worse, if he ever discovered the truth. But neither of you could stop. Something real was blossoming between you.
The knight admired your wild, rebellious spirit. You admired his quiet strength and unwavering honor. In the darkness, you were no longer just princess and knight. You were becoming each other’s secret salvation. And it was only a matter of time before the tension finally snapped.
—
The Coronation.
The kingdom was in full celebration. Banners of the finest gold flew from every tower. The greatest event in decades had arrived, your coronation as Queen.
Princes from across the realms had come in droves, each more eager than the last to win your hand and the throne beside you. They brought lavish gifts, performed in grand tournaments, and showered you with compliments. The entire court watched with bated breath, waiting for you to choose.
You sat upon the raised dais in a breathtaking gown of white, looking every bit the ethereal queen-to-be. But your eyes kept drifting to the tall, armored figure standing silently behind your throne, Sir Jeon Jungkook.
He had become even more composed in public, yet you could feel the storm raging beneath his helmet. Especially when you decided to play your cruel little game.
Prince Min of Veina leaned close during the feast, whispering sweet nothings about your beauty. You laughed brightly, placing a hand on his arm, letting your fingers linger, leaning in just enough for your neckline to offer him a generous view of your breasts.
From the corner of your eye, you saw Sir Jungkook’s gloved hand tighten around the hilt of his sword until his knuckles turned white.
Another prince, a golden haired lord from the eastern isles, offered you a rose during the garden promenade. You accepted it with a coy smile, twirling it between your fingers while glancing toward your knight.
Sir Jungkook’s dark eyes burned behind the helmet. You could feel his jealousy like a living thing, hot and barely contained.
That night, after the feasting and dancing, you summoned him to the eastern tower under the usual pretense.
The moment the door closed, he was on you.
The knight pinned you against the cold stone wall. The single rose you’d been idly twirling between your fingers, a gift from one of the many princes, fell forgotten to the floor.
Sir Jungkook’s dark eyes burned with something almost feral.
“You will be wed off soon?” he growled dangerously, breath hot against your ear.
You looked up at him, heart racing. Your long, wavy hair had finally been let down after the long day, cascading over your shoulders and hips like dark silk. The tight corset of your white coronation gown was already loosened, the fabric slipping slightly off one shoulder, revealing the smooth curve of your skin.
“What do you think about Prince Min?” you asked sweetly, tilting your head. “I think he’s quite lovely. So charming. He even said he would worship me every night once we’re wed.”
Sir Jungkook’s jaw clenched so hard you heard it crack. The jealousy that had been simmering all day threatening to explode.
“Doesn’t it drive you mad, Sir Jeon?” You leaned in closer, letting your breasts brush against his armored chest. “Knowing your princess, the one you’ve been secretly devouring every night, is wanted by so many powerful men? That they all dream of putting a ring on my finger and taking me to their beds?”
“It is exquisite torture, Your Highness,” he growled, eyes burning. “Watching them look at you like they have any right to you. Knowing I’m the only one who’s ever tasted you, the only one who’s ever made you scream.”
His raw honesty sent a sharp thrill through you. You bit your lip, loving the way jealousy sharpened his features, making his dark eyes appear even more intense. He was possessive and barely holding himself back. And you wanted to push him further.
You stepped away from the wall with a teasing smile, walking over to the tall, gilded mirror that stood near the fireplace. The white gown still clung to your body, hair cascading in long, wild waves down your back. You picked up a silver brush and began slowly running it through it, watching him in the reflection.
Sir Jungkook followed you like a shadow, stopping just behind you. His tall, powerful frame loomed in the mirror, twice your size, radiating heat and restrained fury.
“Does that bother you, my knight?” A teasing smile played on your lips. “Knowing that soon I might have to let another man—”
You didn’t get to finish. Sir Jungkook’s large hand closed around your wrist, stopping the brush mid stroke. He plucked it from your fingers and set it down with a deliberate clack. His other hand gripped your hip, pulling your back flush against his armored chest.
Your breath hitched. The playful boldness you’d been wielding all night vanished in an instant.
“Enough,” he growled low against your ear, “You’ve teased me enough tonight, Your Highness.”
His dark eyes burned into yours through the mirror. The intensity there made your knees weak. This wasn’t the restrained, obedient knight anymore. This was a man who had finally reached his limit.
He reached around you and slowly began unlacing the rest of your corset. The white gown loosened further, slipping down your shoulders. You watched in the mirror as he tugged it lower, exposing your full breasts to the cool air and the warm firelight. Your nipples were hard, flushed, and sensitive.
Sir Jungkook’s hand cupped one breast possessively, squeezing it as his thumb brushed over the stiff peak. You gasped, arching into his touch.
“Look at yourself,” he ordered quietly, voice rough. “Look how beautiful you are. How perfect. And yet you let them think they could ever have this.”
He pinched your nipple, rolling it between his fingers until you whimpered. His other hand slid down, gathering the fabric of your gown and pulling it up to your waist, fully exposing your bare cunt in the mirror.
Your face bloomed bright red as you instinctively tried to close your legs, suddenly overwhelmed with shyness at the sight of yourself so lewdly displayed, flushed and completely bare in the golden firelight.
But Sir Jungkook wouldn’t allow it. His large hand gripped your thigh firmly, spreading you open again as he pressed his body harder against your back.
“Don’t hide,” His dark eyes met yours in the mirror, intense and commanding. “Look how filthy and wet you are for me.”
You shivered, unable to tear your eyes away from the reflection. The contrast was obscene, your ethereal white gown bunched around your waist, breasts exposed and heaving, legs spread wide while his armored body loomed behind you like a dark, possessive shadow.
Sir Jungkook’s hand returned between your thighs. Two thick fingers slid through your slick folds, parting them slowly so you could see everything in the mirror. You whimpered at the sight, embarrassed yet unbearably aroused.
“So beautiful,” he breathed as he circled your swollen clit with his fingertip. “This is what belongs to me. Not to any prince. Not to anyone else.”
He pushed two fingers inside you without warning, curling them deep. Your mouth fell open in a silent cry as he began ravishing you with slow, deliberate strokes that made wet, obscene sounds echo in the quiet tower.
You tried to close your legs again, overwhelmed, but he held them open with ease, his grip firm and unyielding.
“Watch,” he ordered softly, voice dark with lust. “Watch how easily I can make my princess fall apart.”
Your eyes stayed glued to the mirror as his fingers plunged in and out of your soaked cunt, his thumb rubbing tight circles on your clit. Your cheeks were flushed deep crimson, lips parted in shameless moans, breasts bouncing slightly with every thrust of his hand.
The pleasure built fast and merciless. Your legs started shaking, thighs trembling violently as you fought to stay upright.
Sir Jungkook’s fingers curled deeper, stroking that perfect spot inside you while his thumb pressed firm circles on your swollen clit.
You came hard with a broken cry, arousal gushing down his wrist and dripping onto the stone floor beneath you. Your head fell back against his armored shoulder, body convulsing as wave after wave of intense pleasure tore through right after.
The knight dragged his arousal coated fingers from your pulsing heat and brought them to his mouth, sucking them clean while his dark eyes stayed locked on yours in the mirror. The obscene sight made you whimper, legs pressing together instinctively. This time, he allowed it.
You pulled away from him shyly, legs unsteady as you walked toward the wide couch near the fireplace. You crossed your arms over your chest, trying to cover your bare breasts, suddenly overwhelmed with embarrassment.
Sir Jungkook approached you ever so slowly. His heart was pounding. you could see it in the rise and fall of his broad chest. The way your flushed cheeks and shy posture made you look so adorable only made his desire burn hotter.
He stopped in front of you, towering over your smaller frame. Without a word, he gently uncrossed your arms, exposing your breasts again. You tried to cover them once more, but he caught your wrists softly.
“You’re too beautiful to hide, my love.” he murmured, voice low.
He leaned down and took one sensitive nipple into his hot mouth, sucking gently at first, then harder. You gasped sharply, hands flying to his shoulders as overwhelming sensitivity shot through you.
“Jungkook... it’s too much...” you whimpered, lightly pushing at his shoulders, cheeks burning with shyness.
He pulled back just enough to look at you, eyes dark with lust and affection. “You’re so sensitive here,” he whispered, almost in awe. He flicked his tongue over your nipple again, watching your reaction closely. “So angelic when you tremble like this.”
He sucked harder, alternating between your breasts, licking and biting softly until you were a whimpering mess, pushing at him weakly while your body arched into his mouth.
You grew frustrated at the unfairness, nearly naked while he was still fully armored. With a small, determined huff, you pushed him back slightly and began tugging at the straps of his armor.
“It is not fair,” you muttered, cheeks still flushed. “You get to see all of me, but I still haven’t seen you.”
The knight let you undress him, helping you remove piece after piece until he stood completely bare before you for the first time.
Your breath caught.
He was magnificent. Broad shoulders, powerfully sculpted chest marked with old scars, some long and faded, others newer. A few dark tattoos adorned his left pectoral and ribs. His abdomen was ridged with muscle, leading down to narrow hips. His cock hung heavy between his legs, thick and already hard.
You stepped closer, running your hands over his bare chest, tracing every scar with reverent fingers, exploring the strong lines of his back, more scars mapping his battles. He stood perfectly still, letting you admire him, though his breathing had grown heavier.
“You are… so manly, my knight,” you breathed, barely coherent, as your hands returned to his chest, sliding down the hard ridges of his abdomen. “So big… so perfect.”
The room had grown hotter, heavier. The air between you felt charged with months of suppressed longing. Your breaths mingled as you stared into each other’s eyes... yours wide with awe and desire, his dark with barely restrained hunger.
Sir Jungkook’s control finally snapped. He lifted you and laid you down on the wide couch near the fireplace, pinning your exploring hands above your head with one large hand, holding them there firmly before his body hovered over yours, powerful and imposing, thick cock resting heavy against your inner thigh.
“Look at me,” he commanded, voice low and rough.
You did, heart hammering.
“Tell me what you want,” he demanded, eyes burning into yours.
You squirmed beneath him, aching and desperate. “Take me,” you pleaded, trembling. “Please, Jungkook… give it to me. I need you inside me.”
Sir Jungkook let out a low groan at your words. He positioned himself at your entrance, the thick head of his cock pressing against your soaked folds. He was big, almost intimidatingly so. You felt the stretch even before he pushed in.
“I don’t want to hurt you, Your Highness,” he whispered, voice strained with worry and barely contained lust. His dark eyes searched yours, torn between desire and restraint. “You’re so tight...”
You trembled beneath him, legs parted wide around his hips. “Please,” you begged softly, cupping his face. “Don’t hold back. I need you. All of you.”
The knight exhaled shakily and began to push inside.
The stretch was intense. You gasped sharply as the thick head of his cock breached you, slowly forcing your walls open. Inch by thick inch, he sank deeper, filling you in a way you had never experienced before. It burned sweetly, bordering on too much, making your nails dig into his shoulders.
“Ah... Jungkook…” you whimpered, tears pricking your eyes at the overwhelming fullness.
He paused halfway, breathing hard, jaw clenched tight. “Tell me if it’s too much,” he rasped, rough. “I’ll stop. I swear it.”
But you shook your head, wrapping your legs around his waist.
“Don’t stop,” you pleaded, voice breaking. “I need you deeper… please.”
With a low groan, he pushed the rest of the way in, burying himself to the hilt. The fullness was devastating. You felt so stretched, so completely claimed, that for a moment you could barely breathe.
Sir Jungkook stayed still, letting you adjust, pressing soft kisses to your tear stained cheeks.
“You’re taking me so well,” he murmured, voice filled with awe and lust. “Such a good girl for me.”
When the burn finally melted into aching pleasure, you rolled your hips experimentally.
“Move,” you whispered. “Please… ruin me.”
That was all it took.
Sir Jungkook’s control snapped completely. He pulled back and thrust into you hard, setting a deep, punishing rhythm. Jealousy and months of pent up desire fueled every powerful stroke. The wet, filthy sound of his thick cock slamming into your soaked cunt filled the tower, mixing with your loud, broken moans.
He was a knight sworn to protect the crown, now utterly ruining the very sovereign he had pledged his life to shield.
“Mine,” Sir Jungkook growled, biting down on your neck hard enough to leave a dark mark. “Not theirs. Never theirs.”
He ravished you relentlessly, claiming you, marking you. His mouth was everywhere: sucking bruises into your breasts, biting your collarbone, licking the tears from your cheeks. He pinned your wrists above your head again, hips snapping against yours with raw need.
You came hard the first time, screaming his name as your walls clenched violently around his thick length. But he didn’t stop. He took you through it, then flipped you onto your hands and knees, on the wide couch.
First, he worshipped.
The knight dropped to his knees behind you, his large hands spreading your cheeks reverently. He leaned in and pressed slow, open mouthed kisses along the curve of your royal backside, lingering presses of his lips that made your breath hitch. He kissed lower, then lower still, until his tongue dragged hot and wet over your soaked folds from behind.
“So beautiful,” he murmured against your skin, breath hot and heavy. “So divine. And yet I am going to ruin every sacred inch of you.”
Then the worship turned into ruin.
He rose, gripping your hips with white knuckled force, and thrust into you from behind in one deep, devastating stroke. You cried out sharply at the stretch, the thick length of his cock forcing your walls open, filling you so completely it stole your breath.
You sobbed in pleasure, fingers clawing at the cushions as he drove into you relentlessly. The power he exerted over you was intoxicating. this hardened warrior, dominating you utterly while still worshipping every tremble of your body.
“You belong to me,” he rasped, ruining you with slow, devastating strokes now. “Say it.”
“I’m yours,” you whimpered, voice breaking. “Only yours, Jungkook... ahh!”
By the third round, you were a sobbing, whimpering mess, tears streaming down your face from overwhelming pleasure, body covered in his marks, cunt swollen and dripping with your combined release.
He took you in every way he could: against the wall, bent over the couch, riding him as he sat on the edge of the seat, then finally on your back again with your legs over his shoulders as he drove impossibly deep.
All night long, the tower echoed with your moans, his deep groans, the obscene wet sounds of your bodies joining. He claimed you utterly and completely devoted.
When he finally came for the last time, buried deep inside you, he held you tight, spilling pulse after pulse of hot seed into your womb, filling you until you felt impossibly full, claimed from the inside out.
Sir Jeon Jungkook pressed his forehead to yours, his lips brushing against yours with every word.
“You command the entire kingdom, my lady,” he whispered reverently, “but here in this hidden place… you are mine to ruin.”
You could only tremble in his arms, utterly spent, legs wrapped around his waist, heart pounding wildly as the fire crackled beside you.
The weight of what you had just done, and what it meant for both of you settled uncomfortably in the air. But in that moment, wrapped in his powerful arms, marked and filled by your knight, nothing else in the kingdom mattered.
The days that followed were a delicate illusion of peace.
It was late morning when you found yourself in the secluded royal bathing pool fed by a gentle river, surrounded by floating lily pads and white blossoms that drifted lazily on the current. The water was warm, scented with rose and lavender oils poured in by your maids. Sunlight filtered through the overhanging willow branches, casting soft, dappled light across the surface.
You leaned back against the smooth stone edge, your long dark hair floating around you like ink in water. Your body still carried the secret marks of the previous night, faint bruises on your hips, love bites hidden beneath the waterline, and a persistent, delicious ache between your thighs that reminded you with every shift who had claimed you so thoroughly.
Your maids, Elara, Verra, and old, wise Selyse moved around you carefully. They had raised you since you were a babe, more mothers than servants. They knew you better than anyone.
Elara poured another stream of warm water over your shoulders, her sharp eyes catching the faint flush that still lingered on your cheeks.
“You are glowing again this morning, my lady,” she said lightly, a knowing smile tugging at her lips. “One might think the moon itself had kissed your skin.”
Verra, younger and bolder, laughed softly as she massaged oil into your scalp. “Or perhaps a certain tall, dark eyed knight has been keeping you… well attended.”
You felt your face heat, but you couldn’t stop the small, secret smile that curved your lips.
Selyse, the eldest, clicked her tongue but her eyes were soft with affection. “Hush, you two. Our princess has always been radiant. Though…” she tilted her head, studying you, “there is a new light in her eyes these days. And a certain weariness in her step that speaks of long nights.”
You bit your lip, sinking a little lower into the water as lily pads brushed against your skin.
“It is nothing,” you murmured, though the flush in your cheeks betrayed you.
“Nothing?” Vera teased, wading closer, her voice dropping conspiratorially.
“We have seen you grow from a wild little girl into this breathtaking woman. We know your heart. And we know it does not belong to any of those puffed up princes parading through the halls.”
You reached out, squeezing Elara’s hand, then Verra’s, your voice dropping to a shy, trembling whisper.
“It is true,” you confessed, cheeks burning hotter than the midday sun. “I have given myself to Sir Jeon. Body and heart. He is the only man I have ever wanted. The only one who has ever touched me.”
For a heartbeat, silence fell over the bathing pool. Then came the gasps.
Elara’s eyes widened, her hand flying to her mouth. Verra let out a delighted little squeak, nearly dropping the oil vial. Even old Selyse, usually so composed, looked momentarily stunned before her face broke into a warm, knowing smile.
“Oh, my sweet girl,” Elara breathed, scandalized, thrilled. “You wicked little thing! With your own knight? Right under the King’s nose?”
Verra giggled uncontrollably, splashing water playfully in your direction. “And here we thought you were simply fond of him! All those late night ‘stargazing’ trips… you minx! Was he gentle? Was he… big?”
“Verra!” Selyse scolded, though her eyes sparkled with amusement. She turned to you with motherly affection. “Though I must admit, we have suspected for some time. The way he looks at you when he thinks no one is watching… that man is utterly gone for you, my lady.”
You buried your face in your hands, mortified but unable to stop the shy, giddy smile spreading across your lips. Your gaze drifted across the river to where Sir Jeon Jungkook stood guard a respectful distance away, half hidden among the willow trees.
Even from here, you could feel the weight of his stare. He stood tall and imposing in his armor, but his dark eyes were fixed on you with a quiet, burning intensity that always made your stomach flutter.
You bit your lip, still flushed from both the warm water and the memory of his mouth, his hands, his body claiming you so thoroughly the night before.
“He is… everything,” you whispered dreamily, more to yourself than the maids. “Strong. Honorable. And when we are alone… he worships me like I am his entire world.”
Verra let out another delighted laugh. “As he should! Our princess deserves nothing less. Though if the King ever finds out…”
Selyse gently squeezed your shoulder, her voice softening with both love and concern.
“Then we will protect your secret as fiercely as we have protected you all these years,” she said. “You deserve to love who you love, my dear. Crown or no crown.”
You looked back at Sir Jungkook again. He hadn’t moved from his post among the willow trees, tall and steadfast in his armor, but your heart ached with a sharp mix of fear and wonder.
If The King ever discovered the truth, he would not spare your knight. Sir Jungkook would be banished, or worse. And you… you would be married off immediately to seal the wound.
The thought disturbed you deeply.
You turned back to the water, forcing a smile for your maids, but the warmth of the bath could no longer chase away the chill settling in your chest.
—
The rumors had begun to spread like fire through the palace corridors.
A lesser knight claimed he had seen “suspicious movement” near the eastern tower. One of the visiting princes mentioned, with a sly smile, that the Princess seemed unusually attached to her personal guard. Nothing concrete, nor proven. But the whispers were growing louder.
Your maids noticed your distraction immediately. During your morning dressing, Verra fastened the laces of your gown with unusually tight pulls, her voice urgent.
“My lady… you must be more careful,” she whispered. “Some of the king’s men have been asking questions about Sir Jeon. They say he spends too many nights away from the barracks. And one of Prince Min’s retainers swears he saw a tall figure slipping into your wing after midnight.”
Elara’s hands paused on your hair. “The knight is being cautious now. He avoids being seen with you as much. But you… you still look at him like he hung the moon. It is only a matter of time before the King hears something he cannot ignore.”
Selyse placed a gentle hand on your shoulder, her eyes full of love and worry. “You are playing with fire, sweet girl. And fire does not care how much you love it.”
Your heart clenched with fear. You hadn’t seen your knight alone in a week. He had been deliberately distant, protecting you both by keeping his distance. The absence gnawed at you like hunger.
That night, you sent for him under the pretense of needing extra security for a private walk in the inner courtyard.
The moment the hidden door to your chambers closed behind him, you were on him.
You pushed Sir Jungkook against the wall, frustration and fear pouring out of you in a desperate kiss. Your hands fisted in his tunic, tugging him closer.
“Where have you been?” you demanded between kisses, voice shaking. “I was scared. I thought something had happened to you. I thought my father had already—”
“I’m here,” he whispered against your lips, rough with emotion. He pulled you closer, arms wrapping around you. “I’m right here, my love.”
But then he pulled back slightly, forehead pressed to yours. His dark eyes were filled with pain.
“I cannot stay,” he said quietly. The words hit you like a blow. “Your father has ordered me to lead a company to the western borders. There have been reports of raiders. He says it is to prove my devotion to protecting the realm… and you. He also made it clear I can no longer linger so closely around you. The rumors are growing too loud.”
You stared at him, heart shattering.
“No,” you whispered, then louder, “No. You cannot leave me. Not now. Not after everything.”
Tears stung your eyes as the hurt poured out.
“After our first night, you pulled away. You kept your distance like I was poison. And now you’re leaving entirely? What if something happens to you out there? What if I lose you forever? I can’t take it, Jungkook. I won’t survive it.”
Your hands moved frantically, tugging at the straps of his armor with desperate, angry fingers.
“I don’t care about the king. I don’t care about the borders. I only care about you.”
Piece by piece, you stripped him. The armor fell to the floor with heavy clangs until he stood completely bare before you, broad chest, scarred skin, powerful frame looking every bit of the warrior he was. You shoved him back onto the bed and climbed on top of him, straddling his hips.
Sir Jungkook’s hands moved instinctively to the laces of your corset, trying to free you fully, but you slapped his hand away, tears already glistening in your eyes.
But the knight was patient. He sat up slowly, your legs still wrapped tightly around his waist, and gently cupped your face with both hands. His thumbs brushed away the tears on your cheeks with heartbreaking tenderness.
“My love,” he whispered, voice soothing, “Let me worship you. Let me take care of you tonight. Please.”
He leaned in and captured one of your sensitive breasts in his mouth, sucking slowly. His tongue swirled around your stiff nipple, drawing a shaky moan from you. He moved to the other, giving it the same devoted attention, sucking and licking until your back arched and fresh tears slipped down your cheeks, this time from overwhelming sensation and emotion.
Holding you close, then gently but firmly, Sir Jungkook leaned back, gripping your hips and guiding you upward. In one rapid motion, he pulled you over his face, settling you directly onto his waiting mouth. Your soaked folds pressed flush against his lips and tongue, your thighs framing his head as he looked up at you with pure hunger.
“Use me,” he growled against your dripping folds, the vibration sending sparks through your core. “Pleasure yourself on my tongue love. I want to drown in you.”
You hesitated for half a second, still shy and nervous, cheeks burning hot even as your body screamed for more. But the frantic ache between your legs won out. You lowered yourself more fully, your slick cunt sliding over his mouth, his nose buried against your clit. He groaned loudly, the sound muffled and obscene as he immediately speared his tongue deep inside you, licking and sucking at your juices like a man starved.
You started moving almost desperately, grinding down with frantic little rocks of your hips. Shyness still flickered in your chest, making you whimper and bite your lip, but the pleasure overrode everything. Your hands braced on the headboard as wet, filthy sounds filled the room, the slick slide of your cunt over his tongue, his eager slurping and moaning, the way he sucked your swollen clit between his lips and flicked it mercilessly.
“Oh gods...” you gasped. Your thighs trembled around his head as you grew bolder, grinding harder, smearing your arousal all over his face. He gripped your cheeks, spreading them, holding you down so you could use him exactly how you needed. His tongue ravished in and out of your dripping hole, then flattened to lap broad strokes from your entrance to your clit, devouring every drop.
But it wasn’t enough.
You lifted off his face with a wet pop, strings of your arousal connecting you to his glistening mouth. His eyes were dark, lips swollen and shiny with your juices. Before he could speak, you slid down his body impatiently.
You straddled his hips, wrapped your hand around his thick, throbbing cock, and sank down onto him in one frantic motion.
The stretch made you cry out, but you didn’t stop. You rode him hard, bouncing on his length with frantic, emotional need, your breasts bouncing heavily with every harsh drop of your hips.
“Don’t leave me,” you sobbed, riding him faster, tears falling onto his chest. “Please, Jungkook… I can’t lose you. Not after this. Not after you’ve ruined me for anyone else.”
He thrust up to meet you, matching your desperate rhythm, his strong hands gripping your hips to guide you deeper.
“I don’t want to go,” he rasped, voice breaking with the same pain. “But I must. Your father commands it. I have to prove my loyalty… so I can stay by your side.”
You leaned down, kissing him messily through your tears, riding him like you could keep him here forever if you just moved fast enough.
“Then stay inside me,” you begged, voice cracking. “Fill me up. So deep that a part of you stays with me even when you’re gone. I want to carry you with me when they try to take you away.”
Sir Jungkook groaned deeply. His hands tightened on your hips as he suddenly flipped you onto your back, pinning you beneath his powerful body.
He made love to you then, with deep, devastating strokes that reached the very core of you. His mouth never left your skin, sucking marks into your neck, whispering promises between every thrust.
“You are mine,” he breathed against your lips, hips rolling deeply. “I will come back to you. I will fill you again and again until you swell with our future.”
You wrapped your arms and legs around him, clinging desperately as another orgasm built inside you. When it finally crashed over you, you sobbed his name, walls pulsing tightly around his thick cock.
Sir Jungkook followed right after, burying himself as deep as possible with a low, guttural groan. He came hard, flooding your womb with thick, pulsing ropes of his seed, holding you so tightly it felt like he was trying to merge your souls together.
Even after, he stayed buried inside you, pressing soft kisses to your damp forehead, your cheeks, your trembling lips.
“I don’t want you to go,” you whispered, small and broken. “I love you too much.”
Sir Jungkook pressed a soft kiss to your temple, his arms never loosening. “I know, my love,” he murmured. “And that is why I must return to you. No matter what.”
The weeks following Sir Jungkook’s departure had stretched into an endless gray fog.
You moved through your royal duties like a ghost wearing a crown. You sat through council meetings with a straight spine and a hollow smile, listening to nobles bicker about alliances, trade routes while your mind wandered back to your knight’s strong arms. Every night since, your bed felt too large, too cold. You would press your face into the pillow he had once used and fight the ache in your chest.
You missed him with a desperation that bordered on madness.
This morning was no different. You had barely kept your breakfast down before the maids helped you into a heavy velvet gown the color of deep wine for yet another assembly with potential suitors. The princes and lords from neighboring kingdoms were growing impatient. Your coronation was only a month away, and the pressure to choose a consort was mounting like a noose around your throat.
By midday, the nausea returned with a vengeance. You barely made it through the formal greetings before excusing yourself to the private solar, hand pressed to your mouth.
Elara followed quickly with a basin. You retched violently into it, eyes watering.
“Your Highness…” she whispered, rubbing gentle circles on your back.
“I’m fine,” you rasped, waving her away. “Just… something I ate.”
But it wasn’t.
Later that evening, after the day’s obligations were finally over, Vera and Selyse insisted on the usual massage to ease the tension in your shoulders. They helped you out of your gown until you lay on the wide cushioned table in nothing but a thin silk shift.
The moment Selyse’s skilled hands moved over your breasts, the older maid froze.
Verra, who was working on your legs, also stilled.
“…Your Highness,” Selyse said carefully, “Your breasts… they are fuller. Tender, yes?”
Your breath hitched. You had noticed it days ago but had tried to ignore the swelling, the sensitivity. The way even the softest fabric sometimes made you wince.
Verra’s hands gently pressed against your lower belly, not quite a touch, more an assessment. “And the sickness every morning… the fatigue… the way you’ve been crying in your chambers…”
Your eyes filled with tears. You turned your face into your folded arms, shoulders shaking.
Selyse knelt beside the table, taking your hand gently. “My lady… are you with a child?”
You didn’t answer at first. Then a broken sob escaped you.
“I think so,” you whispered. “I… I don’t know for certain, but the timing…” Your voice cracked. “It would be his. Sir Jungkook’s.”
Both maids exchanged a heavy glance. This changed everything.
Verra spoke softly, “My lady... with your coronation approaching. The lords are already circling like vultures, pushing their sons at you. If this comes out before you choose a prince…”
“I know,” you said, voice muffled. Fresh tears slipped down your cheeks. “I know what it means. But I can’t… I can’t just marry one of them. Not when I’m carrying the child of the only man I’ve ever loved.”
You sat up slowly, clutching the silk shift to your chest, arms wrapped protectively around your still flat stomach.
“My dear knight...” you sniffled. “He is out there fighting gods-know-what, and I’m here pretending to be the perfect princess while my body betrays our secret.”
Selyse brushed a strand of hair from your face with motherly tenderness. “We can hide it a little longer, Highness. Looser gowns. Ginger tea for the sickness. But you must decide soon what path you will take. The child… it will not stay hidden forever.”
You nodded, but your heart was breaking all over again. The thought of choosing one of those cold, ambitious princes while carrying Sir Jungkook’s child made you feel ill all over again.
Selyse pressed a kiss to the top of your head, her voice firm with loyalty. “We pray he returns soon, my lady. And until then, we will guard you and this little one with our lives.”
—
The weeks blurred into months as winter settled over the kingdom like a heavy white shroud. Snow blanketed the towers and gardens, turning the world soft and silent, yet inside your chest, the storm only grew louder.
Sir Jeon Jungkook had not returned.
Your belly had swelled noticeably now, a gentle but undeniable curve that marked the life growing within you. With the help of Elara, Verra, and Selyse, you hid it beneath layers of loose, flowing gowns and heavy cloaks lined with fur.
The rich fabrics concealed the truth for now, but you could no longer ignore the way your body changed, the tender fullness of your breasts, the occasional flutter of movement beneath your skin, and the constant, bone deep exhaustion.
You had begun excusing yourself from the suitors’ assemblies more frequently, claiming headaches or matters of state. But the King, grew increasingly impatient.
In the grand throne room one frost laced afternoon, he fixed you with a stern gaze as snow fell outside the tall windows. “You cannot delay any longer, daughter,” he spoke, heavy with royal command. “Prince Min of Viena is a strong candidate. The coronation is weeks away. You must choose a consort soon. The realm needs stability.”
You bowed your head, hands clasped tightly over your hidden belly beneath the voluminous velvet. “Yes, Father,” you murmured, the lie tasting like ash. Inside, your heart screamed for the only man you wanted.
Every few days, with your maids’ help, you sent letters. Verra would sneak them to a trusted rider, sealed with your private wax. You poured your soul onto the parchment; how much you missed him, the way your body was changing, the secret you carried, your love that only deepened with every passing day. Yet no responses ever came. The silence gnawed at you, feeding nightmares of him lying wounded on some distant battlefield or worse.
The worry became unbearable.
One bitter winter morning, wrapped in a thick hooded cloak that concealed your swollen middle, you slipped away from the castle with only Elara and Selyse accompanying you. The three of you rode through the snow dusted forest to a modest stone cottage on the outskirts of the kingdom, the home where Sir Jungkook had grown up.
When the door opened, an older woman with kind eyes and streaks of silver in her dark hair stood before you. Sir Jungkook’s mother. She froze at the sight of the princess on her doorstep, her hand flying to her chest.
“Your Highness…?” she whispered, stunned. “Surely I do not deserve to be blessed with your presence at my humble door. Please, come inside before the cold takes you.”
She ushered you, Elara, and Selyse quickly into the warm cottage, the scent of pinewood and baking bread wrapping around you like an embrace. The fire crackled merrily in the hearth as she helped you remove your snow dusted cloak. Only when you were seated by the fire did her gaze drop to the unmistakable swell of your belly beneath the loose gown.
You took a steadying breath, your hands resting protectively over your rounded stomach.
“I carry his child,” you said softly, trembling with emotion. “Your son’s. Sir Jungkook’s. He does not know yet… he has not returned, and I… I needed to feel close to him somehow.”
Jungkook’s mother, Maera, stood completely still for a long moment, her eyes wide with shock. Then her hand flew to her mouth as tears welled up in her eyes.
“Oh… gods above,” she breathed, her voice cracking. “A grandchild…? From my Jungkook?” Fresh tears flowed freely as she dropped to her knees in front of you, taking your hands in hers with deep reverence. “My lady… my princess. You honor me beyond words. You honor my son. To think that you, a royal daughter, would carry his child… I am stunned. Truly stunned. And so deeply moved.”
She pressed her forehead to your knuckles, weeping quietly with pure joy and emotion. When she lifted her head again, her eyes shone with fierce affection.
“You are already family to me,” she whispered. “Come here, sweet child.” She rose and pulled you into a warm embrace, cradling you gently as if you were made of glass. “You must be so frightened, carrying this secret alone while he is away. But you are not alone anymore. Not while I draw breath.”
You felt safe in her arms, the weight on your heart easing just a little as winter wind howled softly outside the cottage walls.
After composing herself, Maera wiped her tears and fetched a small wooden chest from a shelf. She sat beside you, opening it with trembling hands.
“Look,” she said tenderly, pulling out several treasured items. She showed you a faded sketch of a chubby baby with dark, serious eyes —Sir Jungkook as an infant. Another portrait showed him as a sturdy little boy of four, holding a wooden sword with determination. There was even a lock of his soft baby hair tied with a ribbon.
“He was always so intense, even as a babe,” she said with a watery laugh. “Strong and quiet… but when he smiled, the whole world lit up. Just like I imagine your little one will.”
You traced the portraits with gentle fingers, tears slipping down your own cheeks. Seeing these glimpses of him as a child made your love for the knight swell even deeper. You could so clearly picture your baby with his eyes, his strength, his rare smile. The thought made your heart ache with both joy and longing.
Maera kept one hand over yours, cherishing you openly. “Thank you for coming to me,” she murmured. “For trusting me with this precious news. We will wait for him together, my daughter. And when he returns, he will be the happiest man alive.”
The two of you sat by the fire for a long while — his mother and the mother of his child, talking softly as snow continued to fall outside, bound by love for the same man.
The days after your visit to Maera’s cottage only deepened the ache in your soul. Winter grew harsher, and so did your impatience. Every morning you woke with your hands on your swelling belly, feeling the strong kicks of his child, and the longing became unbearable.
One evening in the royal chambers, you fell to your knees before the King, tears streaming down your face. “Father, please… I beg you. Bring Sir Jungkook back. I need him. I cannot do this without him.”
The King frowned, confused by your desperation. “Daughter, he is leading my forces on the border. The realm needs him there. Why this sudden insistence on one knight?”
You could not tell him the truth. “I just… need him,” you whispered brokenly. “Please.”
He did not relent. The pressure to choose a suitor only intensified.
And then the sickness took hold.
Your body ached constantly. deep soreness in your back, hips, and breasts that made every movement painful. The baby’s kicks, once a comfort, now left you breathless. You grew feverish and weak.
Elara, Verra, and Selyse rarely left your side, forcing herbal teas and bitter medicines down your throat while piling warm blankets over you. For nearly a week you were bedridden, barely able to leave your chambers, hidden away from the court under the excuse of a winter chill.
One cold, silent night, as snow tapped gently against the window panes, you drifted in and out of a fevered haze. The herbs made the world soft and blurry around the edges.
You thought it was a dream when the heavy door to your chambers opened with a quiet creak and a tall, familiar figure stepped inside, shedding his snow dusted cloak. The firelight caught on his sharp jawline and those intense dark eyes.
Strong arms slipped beneath you, lifting you carefully as he climbed into your grand bed. A warm, calloused hand gently cradled your swollen belly. You felt the press of soft, reverent lips against the curve of your stomach.
“My love…” The knight’s deep voice whispered against your skin, rough with emotion. “I’m here. I finally came back to you.”
“Jungkook…?” you murmured drowsily, eyelids heavy, unsure if this was real or another cruel dream born of longing and medicine.
“It’s me,” he breathed, pulling your body flush against his solid chest. He was real. warm, solid, smelling of snow, leather, and the faint scent of campfires. “I’ve been aching for you every single day. Your touch, your voice… it kept me alive out there.”
His large hand stroked slow, soothing circles over your rounded belly, feeling the baby shift and kick beneath his palm. He lowered his head, pressing his lips directly to the taut skin.
You let out a tired, broken sound. “You left me… You promised you’d come back sooner. Look at me… I’m so sore, so heavy with your child, and you weren’t here…”
Sir Jungkook chuckled softly, the sound warm against your skin, even as his eyes glistened with unshed tears. “I know, my princess. I deserve your scolding. I’m deeply sorry.” He kissed your belly again and again, soft open mouthed presses wherever he could reach. Then he trailed his lips higher, attaching his mouth gently to the swollen, aching curve of your breasts, sucking lightly and kissing away the soreness with such care that you whimpered in relief.
His hands never stopped moving, massaging the deep ache in your lower back, cupping and gently holding your heavy breasts to ease their weight, stroking your hips and thighs. He intertwined his fingers with yours, holding your hand tightly as if afraid you might vanish.
“You are unreal, my love.” he murmured, voice hoarse with awe as he looked at you. “Your glow… it’s deeper now. The way pregnancy has changed you… you’re beyond anything I could have imagined. You shine like starlight. Carrying our child has only made you more radiant, more mine.”
You clung to him weakly, drowsy but desperate for his touch. “The baby… it kicks so much. I don’t know if it’s a boy or a girl… but it feels like you. Strong and stubborn.”
Jungkook smiled against your temple, one hand still resting warmly over your belly. “This child is the product of our love. A piece of both of us. I already love them more than life.” He kissed you deeply, slowly, pouring months of aching into it. “Every battle, every cold night, I thought only of coming home to you like this… holding you, feeling our baby move, worshipping the body that’s creating our future.”
He continued kissing every place that ached... the sides of your breasts, the curve of your belly, the inside of your wrist, his mouth soft and devoted. You melted into him, the pain easing under his gentle care as he held you close.
“Stay…” you whispered tiredly, already slipping back into sleep.
“I’m here right now,” he promised, lips brushing your ear. “Sleep, my love. I’ve got you both.”
When morning light filtered through the heavy curtains, you woke slowly, body still aching but strangely comforted.
The bed beside you was cold. No warmth lingered. No cloak on the chair. No scent of him on the pillows. Only the faint memory of strong hands, whispered words to your belly, and soft kisses remained.
You touched your swollen stomach, feeling another firm kick, and tears filled your eyes.
Was it a dream? A fevered hallucination woven from medicine, longing, and love? Or had Sir Jungkook truly returned to you in the dead of night… only to disappear again before dawn?
The herbs and medicines your maids prepared worked their magic. The fever finally broke, the deep soreness in your body eased into a manageable ache, and the constant nausea faded. Though you were still tired, your strength slowly returned. Your belly continued to grow rounder and heavier, the baby’s kicks becoming more insistent and lively.
One quiet winter evening, when the moon hung full over the snow covered palace, your maids turned your chambers into a secret sanctuary.
Accompanied by Sir Jungkook’s mother, they had worked together in absolute secrecy. No one outside your trusted circle knew. They had decorated the large private solar adjacent to your bedroom with soft candlelight, evergreen boughs, and winter white roses. Warm furs and silk pillows were arranged in a luxurious nest near the hearth. Incense of myrrh filled the air, and a small table held gifts wrapped in fine cloth.
They helped you into a loose, flowing gown of the softest ivory silk that draped beautifully over your swollen belly, leaving your shoulders bare. When you stepped into the room, all four women bowed their heads in reverence.
Selyse took your hand and guided you to the center of the soft pillows. “Tonight we celebrate you, my lady. And the precious life you carry. No one else will know of this blessing. It is ours alone.”
They treated you with deep adoration, as though you were sacred.
Elara gently massaged your feet with warm scented oil while Maera brushed your hair until it shone. Verra offered you sweet honeyed fruits and warm spiced milk, foods meant to nourish both you and the baby. Selyse laid her hands lightly on your rounded belly and spoke soft blessings for a safe birth and a strong child.
Selyse, ever wise, placed a small crown of dried herbs and winter berries on your head. “You are the vessel of love and life,” she murmured. “Even in these uncertain times, you bloom. We honor you as our princess… and as the mother of Sir Jungkook’s heir.”
You felt tears prick your eyes as they presented their secret gifts: tiny embroidered blankets, a soft knitted cap in deep green, a small silver pendant shaped like a blooming rose, a symbol of motherhood.
Vera leaned her cheek against your belly for a moment, grinning when the baby kicked in response. “He or she is strong already. Just like their father.”
You placed both hands over your swollen stomach, feeling another firm flutter. The warmth of their love and the secret celebration soothed the constant ache of missing your knight.
“Thank you,” you whispered, “All of you. I don’t know what I would do without you.”
Elara kissed your temple. “We will keep you and this little one safe until Sir Jungkook returns. And he will return.”
The warmth of the secret celebration lingered on your skin as you returned to your chambers that night. The maids had just helped you out of the ivory silk gown when a royal messenger knocked urgently.
“The King demands your presence immediately, Your Highness. In his private study.”
You had no time to prepare. Still glowing from the love and blessings of your maids, you wrapped yourself in a heavy velvet robe that concealed your very swollen belly and followed the messenger.
The moment you entered the study, the atmosphere turned icy. Your father stood behind his desk, several of your letters spread before him.
“Daughter,” he spoke, controlled. “I have given you time to come to me yourself. I know you have been sending letters to the front lines. To Sir Jungkook, specifically.” He turned to face you, his expression stern but not yet furious. “I know of your… admiration for him. Speak truthfully now. What is this attachment?”
Your throat tightened. This was the moment. With your belly heavy with his child and your heart aching, you could no longer hide everything.
“Father…” you began, voice trembling as you stepped closer. “It is more than admiration. I love him. Sir Jungkook is the only man I want.” Your hands instinctively moved to cradle your stomach. “And I… I am carrying his child.”
Silence crashed over the room.
The King’s eyes widened, then narrowed sharply as his gaze dropped to the unmistakable swell beneath your gown. His face darkened with shock, then rage.
“You what?” he hissed. “A knight’s bastard? While I have been parading princes before you? While the entire realm waits for you to secure the throne with a proper alliance?”
“Father, please,” you begged, tears filling your eyes. “It is his. Our love is real. If you would only let him return, we could—”
The King’s face twisted with fury. “You dare speak such filth to me? A royal princess swollen with a common knight’s bastard?”
You rebelled, voice shaking but defiant. “It is not filth. It is love. I will not marry Prince Min. I will not let you use me as a pawn for alliances while I carry the man I love’s child.”
“Enough!” The King slammed his fist on the table, making you flinch. “I have been patient with your childish infatuation, but this is treason against your bloodline. You will do as you are told! Your fate is sealed. You will marry Prince Min before the month ends.”
Later that same night, before your maids could even calm you, you found your most trusted rider in the stables. With tears streaming down your face and snow falling around you, you whispered your final message: “Tell him… tell Sir Jungkook that I will wait for him. No matter how long it takes. My heart is his alone. I will wait.”
The rider bowed and galloped into the night. No response ever came.
The next weeks were a nightmare.
Prince Min visited often, his eyes raking over your body with open lust and infatuation. He complimented your “ethereal glow”, clearly aroused by your pregnant form, but his arrogance disgusted you. He spoke openly of claiming the throne through you, of bedding you the moment you were his. You hated him with every fiber of your being.
You fought your father harder than ever, refusing to attend meetings with Prince Min, screaming that you would rather die than marry him. But the King had reached his limit.
One brutal afternoon, he summoned you again and placed a bloodied cloak and a forged letter before you.
“Sir Jeon Jungkook is dead,” he said flatly. “He fell in battle two weeks ago. This is proof.”
The world shattered.
You collapsed to the floor, a guttural sob tearing from your throat. The baby inside you kicked as if sensing your pain. From that moment, you broke completely.
You refused to eat. You barely slept. You stopped speaking, even to Elara, Verra, and Selyse who begged you through tears to think of the child. You lay in bed for days, staring at nothing, your once radiant glow fading into pale exhaustion. Your maids feared for both your life and the baby’s.
Despite how numb you had become, when your maids gently suggested taking you to Maera’s quiet home on the edge of the forest, you agreed without protest. You were taken there in secret under the cover of night.
Maera, a strong but grieving woman with the same dark eyes as her son, took you in without question. She cared for you with quiet hands and even quieter words. You didn’t speak much to her either, but you accepted her care wholeheartedly. After all, she was mourning the loss of her son, and you were mourning the loss of your lover and the father of your child.
The King, despite his fury, still sent guards to watch over you from a distance. You were still royalty, still carrying what he believed might be his grandchild. But you could only think of the protection you once had... the strongest, safest pair of arms that had ever wrapped around you.
You mourned deeply. But you couldn’t be completely selfish with a baby on the way, restless and eager to come into the world.
The labor came on a stormy night.
The pains started suddenly and violently. Maera and your maids worked frantically around you as you screamed and cried, gripping the sheets until your knuckles turned white. The King himself had ridden out in secret when he heard you had gone into labor, standing outside the cottage with a face pale with rare fear.
He didn’t know how to comfort you. He only knew one thing, his daughter was calling for her knight in her delirium.
Even though he viewed the child as the product of a sinful affair, something in him softened at the sound of your broken sobs. He could not lose you.
Inside the cottage, you gave birth to a baby girl.
She was small, chubby, with a shock of raven hair and big, dark eyes that looked exactly like her father’s. The moment the midwife placed her on your chest, fresh tears streamed down your face.
“She looks like him…” you whispered, hoarse and broken. “My little love… she has his eyes.”
You held her close, sobbing softly as the pain and grief mixed with a fragile, overwhelming love. Even in your exhaustion, you couldn’t stop crying. You believed Sir Jungkook was dead. The thought that your daughter would never know her father tore you apart.
Maera wept beside you, gently stroking your hair. “She’s beautiful,” she whispered. “Just like her mother.”
Outside, the King stood in the rain, waiting.
When the door finally opened and the midwife stepped out, he demanded to know if you and the child were alive. Upon hearing they both were, something in his hardened heart shifted.
He turned to his captain without a word and gave the order.
“Send riders to the western borders at once. Bring Sir Jeon Jungkook back. Tell him… his princess has need of him.”
It would take time. The borders were far, and the roads were muddy from the storms. A week, perhaps a month.
In the quiet warmth of the cottage, you held your newborn daughter against your chest, wrapped in soft linen.
You rocked her gently as she fussed against your breast, nursing hungrily. Your maids and Maera moved around you, bringing broth, fresh cloths, and ever soft words. But you barely spoke. The grief had hollowed you out.
“I wish you could meet your father,” you whispered to the baby one quiet night, voice cracking. Tears slipped down your cheeks as she latched on again. “He would have held you so carefully. He would have loved you more than anything in this world. He would have protected us both…”
Maera sat beside you, her own eyes red from mourning. She placed a gentle hand on your shoulder. “He would have been so proud,” she said softly. “Of both of you.”
You could only nod, throat too tight to speak. The emptiness inside you felt endless. Every time the baby cried, every time she looked up at you with those familiar dark eyes, the pain returned like a fresh wound.
The King demanded your return to the palace, as you were still royalty, still bound to your father’s will despite carrying a child out of wedlock. He wrote letter after letter insisting you resume your duties and prepare for the inevitable marriage to Prince Min. You refused to answer most of them.
Your maids tried their best to comfort you, but even they could not reach the depths of your sorrow. The only light in your world was your daughter. Tiny, perfect, with Jungkook’s dark eyes and a tuft of raven hair. You held her constantly, whispering stories about her father, singing lullabies with a voice that often broke halfway through.
You mourned him deeply. The King had not even granted him a proper funeral. No rites. No chance to say goodbye. Just a bloodied cloak and a cold declaration.
One quiet evening, Maera left the cottage to fetch groceries from the nearby village. Your maids had been called back to the palace on the King’s orders, duties they could not refuse. For the first time in weeks, it was just you and your baby in the small, warm cottage.
You sat by the window, cradling her in your arms. She cooed softly, tiny fingers wrapping around yours as you gently rocked her. For a few precious minutes, you allowed yourself to smile a real, soft smile as you played with her little hands and kissed her forehead.
“My baby,” you whispered, “The loveliest babe. Don’t tell the queens and princesses, I think they’d be terribly jealous.”
The baby blinked up at you. “Oh, yes,” you continued solemnly. “Especially of those cheeks.”
You leaned back in the chair as exhaustion eventually won over you, your eyes growing heavy. With your daughter nestled safely against your chest, sleep claimed you quickly.
When you woke, the cottage was awfully quiet.
Your arms were empty.
Panic slammed into you like a physical blow. You shot upright, heart hammering wildly as you looked around the room.
The baby was gone.
“No… no, no, no...” you gasped, stumbling to your feet, voice rising into a broken sob. “Where is my baby?!”
You searched frantically, under the blankets, behind the chairs, near the hearth, terror clawing at your throat. Your mind spun with nightmarish possibilities. Had someone taken her? Had the King sent men to steal her away?
Then you saw him.
A tall figure standing near the doorway, cradling your daughter gently in his strong arms. She was sleeping peacefully against his chest, tiny fist curled into his tunic.
Your knees buckled.
It was Sir Jungkook.
He looked exhausted, travel worn, mud on his boots, shadows under his eyes, but he was alive. Real. His dark eyes met yours, filled with unbearable love and pain.
You stared at him, trembling violently, refusing to believe what you were seeing.
“No…” you whispered, shaking your head. “No, no, this isn’t real. You’re dead. They told me you were dead. This is another dream. You always come in my dreams and then you leave me again—”
Your voice cracked into a sob as you backed away, hands clutching your chest.
“You left me,” you cried, tears streaming down your face. “You left me and our child. I mourned you. I almost died mourning you. Please… don’t do this to me again. I can’t take another dream. I can’t wake up to find you gone again.”
Sir Jungkook’s face crumpled with anguish. He took one careful step forward, still cradling your daughter like the most precious thing in the world.
“My love,” he said hoarsely, voice breaking. “It’s not a dream. I’m here. I’m real. Your father… he lied. He sent me away to the borders to keep me from you. But I came back the moment he allowed it. I rode without stopping.”
You shook your head harder, tears falling faster, refusing to believe it even as your heart screamed at you to run to him.
“You’re dead,” you repeated, voice small and shattered. “You have to be dead… because if you’re not, then you let me believe it. You never answered my letters. Not one. I wrote to you every single day, pouring my heart out, begging you to come back to me, to our child… and you never...”
Fresh tears spilled down your cheeks as the pain twisted deeper.
“You were in on it, weren’t you?” you whispered, voice breaking. “You let my father tell me you were gone. You left me here to rot in grief while I carried your child alone. How could you?”
The knight’s face crumpled with agony. He took a step forward, but you flinched, and he stopped immediately, hands trembling at his sides.
Before he could speak, your daughter stirred in his arms. As if sensing the suffocating tension in the room, she let out a sharp, hungry cry, her little lips puckering, tiny fists waving.
You moved without thinking, reaching for her. Sir Jungkook gently handed her over, his hands lingering for a moment as if afraid to let go. You turned away from him, sitting on the edge of the bed and loosening your dress to feed her. The baby latched on eagerly, her cries softening into small, contented sounds.
The knight stood there, watching you in silence. He looked lost, this battle-hardened soldier, returned from war, now completely unsure how to comfort the woman he loved. He slowly lowered himself to his knees in the middle of the room, head bowed.
“I wrote to you,” he admitted hoarsely. “Every chance I had. Your father… he made sure none of my letters reached you. He wanted you to believe I was gone. I fought every day to come back to you. I almost died trying to get word to you.”
You didn’t look at him. You kept your eyes on your daughter, tears falling silently onto her soft hair.
“I mourned you like a widow,” you whispered, voice thick with pain. “I almost died. And now you’re here… acting like you didn’t abandon me when I needed you most.”
The words cut awfully deep. Sir Jungkook’s shoulders slumped, but he stayed on his knees, silent and respectful, giving you the space your wounded heart demanded.
Your daughter stirred in your arms, letting out a small, distressed whimper as if she could sense the storm raging between her parents. You rocked her gently, pressing a kiss to her soft raven hair.
“Shh, my sweet one,” you cooed softly, “Mama’s here. You’re safe.”
Sir Jungkook’s hands twitched at his sides, aching to reach out, to touch you, to hold both of you, but he remained still, jaw clenched tight. He was no longer in full armor, only a worn tunic and breeches, his appearance shambled from the long ride, fresh bruises blooming across his knuckles and jaw.
You turned away from him, focusing on the small tasks that had become your life in the cottage. The rain outside grew heavier, pounding against the roof like a relentless drum.
You moved about the space, stirring the pot of stew over the fire, folding fresh linens, anything to keep your hands busy and your mind from breaking completely.
Hours passed in heavy silence. When your daughter finally grew fussy again, you nursed her by the hearth until her little eyes fluttered shut. You laid her gently in the wooden cradle Maera had prepared, stroking her cheek one last time before covering her with a soft blanket.
Only then did you notice movement near the door.
Sir Jungkook was standing there, cloak in hand, quietly preparing to leave.
Something inside you fractured. You stepped toward him, voice cracking. “You’re leaving again?”
He turned slowly, eyes filled with torment. “I was only going to check the perimeter. The rain is heavy, and I… I didn’t want to burden you further.”
You stared at him, this warrior who had survived hell just to return to you, and the dam finally broke.
“Come here,” you whispered.
He obeyed without hesitation.
You led him to your bed and with trembling hands, you began removing his tunic, revealing the damage the war had left behind.
New bruises painted his ribs and shoulders in shades of purple and blue. Fresh scars, still healing, cut across his chest and abdomen. He looked harder, a man who had walked through fire and barely returned.
Your lips trembled, but you forced yourself to stay steady. You turned away briefly, gathering clean linen strips, salve, and a bowl of warm water. When you returned, the knight stood perfectly still, letting you see all of him, the bruises, the brutal evidence of everything he had endured just to return to you.
You began tending to him in silence, your hands gentle as you cleaned a particularly nasty cut along his side. But the more you looked, the more the dam inside you cracked.
“What have they done to you, Jungkook?” you whispered, voice breaking. Tears spilled down your cheeks as you carefully wrapped a bandage around his ribs. “You’re… you’re covered in pain. All of this… just to come back to me?”
He stood motionless, letting you care for him, but his dark eyes never left your face.
“I would go through it a thousand times more,” he said softly, “if it meant coming back to you and our daughter.”
You shook your head, fresh tears falling as you pressed a bandage over another wound. “Don’t say that. Don’t you dare say that. I can’t bear thinking of you suffering like this. I thought you were dead. I thought I would never see you again, and now you’re here… broken because of me.”
Sir Jungkook slowly lowered himself to his knees in front of you, even though you were still trying to tend to him. The powerful knight, the man who had survived war, knelt before you like the loyal protector he had always been.
“Your Highness,” he murmured, head slightly bowed, voice thick with emotion. “I failed you. I wasn’t here when you needed me most. I wasn’t here when you carried our child. I wasn’t here when you gave birth. I wasn’t here when they told you I was gone. Forgive me.”
You dropped the bandages and pulled him into your arms, holding his head to your chest. His arms wrapped around your waist instantly, clinging to you like a man who had almost lost everything.
A broken sob tore from his throat.
Your knight, your warrior, the strongest person you had ever known, cried against your chest like a child. Deep, shuddering sobs that shook his powerful frame as his arms tightened around you.
“I thought I lost you,” he choked out, voice muffled against your skin. “Every night on the border, I prayed I would make it back to you. To both of you.”
You held him tighter, fingers threading through his raven hair, your own tears falling onto his head.
“You’re here now,” you whispered, rocking him gently. “You’re here. You came back to us. That’s all that matters.”
For a long time, the only sounds in the cottage were the rain outside, the crackling fire, and the quiet, heartbroken sobs of a knight who had finally returned to his princess.
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The rain had not eased by the middle of the night. It hammered against the thatched roof like an impatient army. You had fallen asleep in Jungkook’s arms on the narrow bed, your daughter nestled safely in her cradle beside you. For the first time in months, your sleep was deep and dreamless.
A sharp knock on the cottage door shattered the peace.
Sir Jungkook was awake in an instant. He slipped from the bed silently, pulling on his tunic and reaching for the sword he had left by the door. His body was still tense from war, every muscle ready for threat.
“Stay here,” he whispered, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead. “I will see who it is.”
But you already knew.
A cold certainty settled in your chest. You rose, wrapping a shawl around your shoulders, and followed him despite his warning. Your daughter stirred but remained asleep.
Sir Jungkook opened the door, sword half drawn, rain pouring behind the figure standing outside.
It was the King.
Your father stood in the downpour, cloak heavy with water, face pale and drawn. Guards waited at a respectful distance, torches flickering weakly in the storm. His eyes moved past your knight and landed on you.
For a long moment, no one spoke.
Then the King stepped inside without invitation, water dripping onto the wooden floor. His gaze softened when it fell on you — his only daughter, still pale from childbirth, carrying the weight of grief and motherhood.
“My child,” he said, voice rough. “You must return to the palace. You are still royalty. Still my blood. You do not belong in a cottage like this.”
You stood straighter, even as exhaustion and lingering pain made your body ache.
“I belong where I choose,” you replied quietly, but firmly. “And I will not return without Sir Jeon. He is my knight. He is the father of my daughter. He stays with me.”
The King’s jaw tightened. He glanced at Jungkook, who stood tall and silent beside you, sword now lowered but ready.
“I know what you are to each other,” the King said heavily. “I have known for some time. Prince Min is a fool and a coward, but his bloodline is strong. The alliance—”
“I will not marry him,” you cut in, voice steady despite the tears gathering in your eyes. “I will return to the palace. I will perform my duties as princess, as future queen. I will be the ruler this kingdom needs. But only if Sir Jungkook remains at my side. As my knight. As the man I have chosen. As the only man with any right to me.”
The King looked at you for a long time. He saw the woman you had become, not just his rebellious daughter, but a figure of quiet strength. The people in the surrounding villages spoke of you with reverence. They told stories of the princess who helped common women, shared food during hard winters, who listened to their troubles as if they mattered as much as any noble’s.
The King exhaled slowly, defeated but not broken.
“Very well,” he said at last. “Sir Jeon will return with you. He will remain your personal knight. But this… affair… must remain hidden from the court. For now.”
You nodded once, relief flooding through you.
The King’s gaze drifted to the cradle where your daughter slept. He had not yet seen her. You had kept her away from him, protecting her with every fiber of your being.
He took one hesitant step toward the cradle, then stopped, as if afraid.
The King’s shoulders sagged. For the first time in years, he looked truly old.
“Bring her home,” he said quietly. “Both of you. We will find a way.”
When the heavy door of the cottage finally closed behind your father, you let out a huge, shaky sigh. The weight of the conversation pressed on your chest like a stone. You turned and walked to the cradle, gently lifting your daughter into your arms. She stirred but settled quickly against your chest.
Sir Jungkook followed silently behind you, his presence warm.
“I would not trust him,” you whispered, voice laced with bitterness. “My father lied. He did all of this, told me you were dead, kept us apart, made me believe I had lost you forever. How can I believe a single word he says now?”
Jungkook stepped closer. He gently wrapped his arms around you from behind, resting his chin on the top of your head as you held your daughter.
“Petal,” he murmured softly, the old endearment slipping out like a balm. “Your father is a hard man, but he is not as cold as he pretends to be. He sent for me the moment he learned you had gone into labor. He could have kept me away forever. But he didn’t.”
You turned slightly in his arms, eyes wide with disbelief.
The knight continued, low and calm.
“There was one night… when you were still heavy with our child and very sick. I rode through a storm to reach you. Your father allowed it. He let me see you. I held you while you slept, fevered and restless. I whispered to you. I kissed your forehead and promised I would return. But I had to leave before dawn. He made me swear not to wake you. He said it would only make the pain worse when I had to go back to the borders.”
You stared at him, stunned. Tears welled up again.
“That night… it was real?” you whispered. “I thought it was a dream. I thought I imagined your arms around me.”
“It was real,” he said gently, pressing a kiss to your temple. “I was there. And I have regretted leaving you every single day since.”
You turned fully toward him, still cradling your daughter. The baby had woken and was fussing softly. You loosened your dress and began to feed her.
Sir Jungkook watched the two of you with such open love and longing that it made your chest ache.
“She has your eyes,” you said softly, brushing a finger over your daughter’s cheek. “So dark and beautiful. Just like yours.”
Sir Jungkook’s expression softened further. He reached out, gently stroking the baby’s tiny hand.
“And she is as beautiful as her mother,” he murmured. “I hope she grows to be as strong as her. As kind. As full of fire and love.”
For a while, the only sounds were the soft suckling of your daughter and the rain pattering against the roof. Sir Jungkook stayed close, one arm around your waist, the other lightly resting near the baby.
Eventually, after your daughter had fallen asleep again, you made the decision.
“We will return to the palace,” you said quietly. “Together. As a family. I will not hide anymore.”
The next morning, after tender farewells to Maera, who hugged you both tightly and kissed her granddaughter’s forehead with tears in her eyes, you left the cottage.
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Three Months Later,
The palace had transformed around you.
After your return, the finest healers in the realm were summoned, learned men and women versed in herbs and ancient remedies. They tended to you with the utmost care, restoring the strength you had lost in grief and childbirth. Slowly, the hollow exhaustion faded. Color returned to your cheeks. Your body healed, and with it, your spirit bloomed once more.
You were treated not merely as royalty, but as something sacred. The people whispered that the Princess had returned more radiant than before, as if the earth itself had blessed her.
Your maids, Elara, Verra, and Selyse, were beyond ecstatic to have you back. They fussed over you constantly, brushing your long hair until it shone, dressing you in the finest silks, and whispering prayers of gratitude for your safe return.
The kingdom now knew the truth: the child was Sir Jeon Jungkook’s. The scandal had spread like wildfire, but instead of outrage, most of the people embraced it. They saw their princess glowing, and fiercely protected.
Prince Min had tried to slander you upon his return, calling you impure, unfit, a disgrace for bearing a knight’s child out of wedlock. Sir Jungkook had nearly killed him in the great hall before the King’s guards pulled him back. Prince Min was expelled from the kingdom that very day, the alliance shattered. No one mourned his departure.
It was a warm evening when you returned to the royal bathing pool, surrounded by floating lily pads and fragrant white blossoms. The water shimmered under the sunlight as your maids helped you undress. Your daughter, now three months old and full of life, babbled happily in Elara’s arms, reaching for you with chubby little hands.
“Come here, my sweet,” you cooed, taking her into the warm water with you. She immediately nestled against your bare chest, tiny fingers grasping at your long, wavy hair as you gently rocked her. She was a needy little thing, always wanting her mother’s warmth, her scent, her voice.
Verra smiled as she poured scented oil over your shoulders. “She adores you, my lady. Look at those big, bejeweled eyes.”
You glanced toward the far bank where Sir Jeon Jungkook stood guard, as always. He was no longer forced to hide. He remained your personal knight, ever watchful and devoted. His gaze met yours across the water, soft with love and quiet pride. He had become even more protective since your return, rarely leaving your side unless duty demanded it.
The King had grown strangely silent on the matter of your relationship. Seeing you flourish and beloved by the people, had turned him into something of a coward when it came to opposing you.
He doted on his granddaughter in private, though he still struggled to fully accept the circumstances. Yet he no longer pushed for any other marriage. He had seen what happened when he tried to separate you from your knight.
Bit by bit, your beauty had deepened into something almost otherworldly, skin luminous, eyes bright with life, a gentle fullness to your figure from motherhood that only made you more captivating. You moved through the palace performing your duties with grace while still finding time to help the common women who came to the gates seeking aid. You had become more than a princess.
At night, when the palace slept, Sir Jungkook was yours completely.
He would slip into your chambers, shed his armor, and worship you with slow hands and mouth. He made love to you like a man who had walked through hell and returned only for this. You clung to him every night, whispering how much you loved him, how you had chosen him long before the crown ever mattered.
Your daughter babbled softly, pulling at your long hair again with her tiny fist, drawing a soft, delighted laugh from you.
“Oh, my little one,” you cooed, gently untangling her fingers from your waves before pressing a kiss to her chubby cheek. “You are going to pull Mama’s hair right off if you keep that up, aren’t you? Such a strong little flower.”
She giggled in your arms, reaching up to pat your face with her small, uncoordinated hand, her big dark eyes, exact replicas of her father’s, sparkling with pure joy. The resemblance was almost startling even at such a young age. She was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen.
Elara sighed dreamily as she poured warm water over your shoulders. “Look at her, my lady. She is perfection. She already has the whole palace wrapped around her tiny finger.”
Verra nodded, gently massaging oil into your hair. “And you, my princess. You glow like the sun itself these days. Motherhood suits you more than any crown ever could.”
Selyse, ever the wise one, glanced toward the bank where Sir Jeon Jungkook stood guard, fully armored but with his helmet removed today. A small, teasing smile tugged at her lips.
“And that one over there… he can’t take his eyes off the two of you. Look at him, standing there like a lovesick fool in steel. Our fierce knight, brought to his knees by a baby and her mother.”
The knight’s ears turned faintly red, but he didn’t deny it. His gaze remained soft, locked on you and your daughter with quiet awe and devotion.
Later that evening, in the royal rose gardens where he had once walked beside you as your new knight, Sir Jungkook carried your daughter in his arms.
He was still in full armor, crimson cloak draped over his broad shoulders, but he held her with such careful gentleness it made your heart melt. The baby was dressed in the softest cream colored gown embroidered with tiny golden flowers, a little bonnet tied under her chin. She looked like a living doll against his armored chest.
She reached up with both hands, grabbing at the edge of his armor, babbling excitedly as she tried to pull herself closer to his face. When he leaned down, she patted his cheek with a wet, sloppy kiss.
Sir Jungkook’s entire expression softened into something almost boyish. He smiled, genuine and devastatingly handsome.
“My little love,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.
You walked beside them, heart full as you watched your daughter play with the buckles on his armor. Every time he lowered his head to let her see his face, she lit up. But when he playfully put his helmet back on for a moment to tease her, she immediately fussed, letting out a small, indignant cry and reaching for him with both arms.
“No helmet,” you laughed softly. “She hates it. She wants to see her father’s face.”
Sir Jungkook removed it immediately, tucking it under one arm while cradling her with the other. He leaned down so she could press her tiny palms against his cheeks and give him another sloppy kiss on the jaw.
The maids watching from a distance cooed and teased him lightly.
“Look at that,” Verra whispered loudly enough for him to hear. “Who would have thought the man who survived the western borders would be brought down by tiny hands and gummy smiles?”
Later that night, the heavy oak door to your royal chambers was barred, only the soft glow of candles and the low fire in the hearth illuminated the room.
You stood before the tall mirror, slowly changing into your nightgown. The fabric whispered against your skin as it slid down your body. Your gaze caught on the beautiful ring on your finger, the one Sir Jungkook had slipped onto your hand in secret weeks ago, a quiet promise between the two of you. You turned it gently, a small, private smile touching your lips.
Your daughter lay nestled against your bare chest, warm and content, her tiny fingers curled around the edge of your loosened gown. She babbled softly, her big dark eyes full of adoration for her mother.
Sir Jungkook stood a few steps behind you, fully armored except for his helmet, watching the two of you with quiet awe. The firelight danced across his face, highlighting every healed scar and the lingering shadows of war that still clung to him.
You gently laid your daughter in her ornate cradle, pressing one last kiss to her forehead as she drifted into sleep. Then you returned to the mirror, picking up the silver brush to run it through your long, wavy hair.
Sir Jungkook followed without a word. He stopped behind you, his large hands resting lightly on your waist. Slowly, he leaned down and began pressing soft kisses along your bare arms, from shoulder to wrist, as you continued brushing your hair.
You giggled softly, cheeks flushing with that familiar shyness even after all this time.
“Jungkook…” you murmured, breathy. “You ought to distract me.”
“Good,” he whispered against your skin, kissing the curve of your shoulder. “I have missed you all day. I need my darling.”
He dropped to his knees behind you with a quiet clink of armor, bowing his head in his familiar, devoted way. You turned to face him, running your fingers through his raven hair, then tracing the sharp line of his jaw and the faint scars that remained on his face.
You saddened for a moment, remembering the brutality he had endured.
But he looked up at you with such pure worship that it took your breath away. To him, you were more than a princess. you were his salvation, the very source of life that had healed him.
You pulled him closer, and he rose, lifting you effortlessly into his arms and carrying you to the grand bed.
The knight laid you down gently, then began to worship you with slow, reverent hands. He unlaced your nightgown with painstaking care, peeling the silk away until you were bare before him. His mouth found your breasts immediately, sucking softly on one sensitive nipple, then the other, drinking the sweet milk that flowed for him with deep, grateful groans.
You moaned softly, fingers threading through his hair as he fed from you, his tongue swirling, lips sealed tight around your peak. He drank like a man who had been starving for you, savoring every drop as if it were the very essence of life itself.
Sir Jungkook groaned deeply against your breast, the sound vibrating through your chest as he drank almost desperately. His large hand cradled the soft weight of your breast, squeezing gently to draw more from you while his other hand stroked your side with reverent tenderness.
“So sweet,” he whispered against your skin, voice hoarse and worshipful. “You give me life, my petal. You heal what war tried to break.”
You whimpered, arching into his mouth, overwhelmed by the intimate, sacred act, fresh heat blooming between your thighs.
When he finally released your nipple with a wet pop, his lips glistening, he looked up at you with dark, adoring eyes.
“You are my salvation,” he murmured, kissing the valley between your breasts before moving lower. “The mother of my child. The light that brought me home.”
When he finally moved lower, he spread your thighs with firm hands and settled between them. He looked up at you once, eyes dark with devotion, before lowering his mouth to your core.
He worshipped your flower, seeking nectar with slow, deep licks that made your back arch, followed by gentle suction on your swollen clit. His tongue delved inside you, tasting every inch, groaning at your sweetness as if it were the most sacred thing he had ever known.
You whimpered and moaned, hips rolling against his handsome face as pleasure built in waves. He was relentless yet tender, bringing you to the edge again and again before letting you tip over.
When you finally begged for him, voice trembling with need, Sir Jungkook rose above you like a knight before his altar.
He did not rush. Instead, he sat back on his heels, dark eyes drinking in every inch of your bare, flushed body with such raw hunger that it made your skin burn. You felt vulnerable and impossibly desired under that gaze. A shy, breathless giggle escaped your lips as heat flooded your cheeks.
Sir Jungkook reached out with one large, calloused hand and traced a single finger slowly down your body, from the delicate line of your throat, between your heaving breasts, over the soft curve of your belly, and down to the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. The touch ever so feather light, yet it left fire in its wake.
“You are a goddess made flesh,” he whispered, voice hoarse with awe. “And I am but a mortal who has been granted the honor of kneeling at your feet.”
He leaned down and pressed his forehead to your thigh in a gesture of pure worship, eyes closed, breath warm against your skin as if he were praying to the only deity he had ever believed in.
Then he moved over you, settling between your spread thighs. His thick cock pressed against your entrance, hot and heavy. He looked into your eyes as he slowly pushed inside, inch by thick, stretching inch, filling you so completely that your mouth fell open in a silent cry.
You dug your nails into his back as he began to move, first slow and loving, then harder, deeper, claiming you with every thrust.
“I love you,” he groaned against your neck, hips snapping forward. “I love you more than life itself.”
When you came, it was with his name on your lips and tears of overwhelming pleasure in your eyes. Jungkook followed moments later, burying himself deep and spilling inside you with a low, broken groan, filling you with pulse after pulse of his release.
In the quiet that followed, with the knight’s arms still wrapped around you and the weight of the world momentarily forgotten, it was strangely easy to remember the day he had first knelt before the throne.
The impenetrable knight clad in steel, sworn to protect a princess draped in silk. and protect you he would, as though it had been carved into the marrow of every breath he would draw, for eternity.
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⤷ Three years of playing it safe at university vanish when campus king Jeon Jungkook decides you're his new obsession. He's all dangerous ink and possessive hands, and he won't stop until your carefully curated invisibility is destroyed and you're completely his.
pairing: 전정국 x fem!reader
Genre: Romance | College AU | Slice of Life | Smut | fwb kinda
Warnings: dom!jungkook, swearing, 18+, multiple orgasms, making out, drinking, teasing, oral (f receiving), fingering, sexting, sex, overstimulation, public claiming (not sex), class differences, power imbalance, protected sex
word count: 4k
a/n: my first ever ff on tumblr (the last time i wrote one was like 10 yrs ago) ANYWAYS i am supposed to be working on my thesis, look what I'm doing instead, also i am eating pineapple while writing this (ifykyk)
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You've spent three years at this university successfully avoiding the campus social hierarchy. That is, until he decides to notice you.
Jeon Jungkook is basically the kind of boy they write songs about, a string of bad decisions, all sharp cheekbones and even sharper attitude. The university’s unofficial royalty, he glides through the halls like he owns the place (and honestly, with his family name carved into three campus buildings, he kinda does).
He embodies that classic Doberman vibe for a boyfriend, so he treats the comparison like a second skin or something, tattooed along his forearms in intricate blackwork, winding up his hands an then disappearing under the rolled sleeves of his shirts. It sprawls over his back, in wings and script you’ve only half caught, when he takes off his leather jacket on those too hot afternoons.
He rides this matte black Ducati, purring like some kind of threat, and honestly the sound sticks to your nerves. He smokes clove cigarettes outside the engineering building.
His biceps strain against the seams of his clothes, and his back narrows into a waist you’ve shamefully dreamed about grabbing, like it’s personal. His mouth only does that curl when he’s unimpressed, like you’re supposed to feel it, and it’s weird, because for reasons you cannot explain, he’s started looking at you.
It starts at the coffee shop, him sliding into the booth across from you like you were already there, like it was already decided. Tattooed fingers tap the table while he studies you, not with curiosity exactly...
He doesn’t flirt but he asks questions you don’t know how to answer and somehow you always end up answering anyway. He stares at your mouth when you speak, and then he leaves, and you’re breathless, because the attention feels predatory and protective at the same time, like he’s hunting you but also making sure nothing or no one touches you.
You’re not his type, you know that. You’re soft where he’s hard, careful where he’s chaotic. You live on scholarships while he throws cash at problems like it’s confetti, like money is just another kind of weather.
But Jungkook has decided to collect you, like he collects everything that catches his eye. He’s got the university wrapped around his finger or whatever, and his reputation should’ve made you bolt, like, years ago. He’s got ink under his skin and smoke in his lungs, plus a motorcycle that could take him anywhere, but somehow he keeps parking it right outside your dorm.
Tonight it starts with a meme.
You’re lying in bed at 11:30, scrolling, half-asleep, when your phone buzzes against your chest. The vibration kinda startles you, and you nearly drop your phone on your face.
jk: this you?
Below that text is a pic (a raccoon, in a trash can, very poetic, i know). You squint at your screen, confused. It’s not a flattering comparison, and you don’t understand the reference at all.
you: ??
Three dots show up right away, meaning he’s typing. You picture him somewhere, probably in that ridiculously expensive apartment his parents pretend not to brag about, sprawled on some leather couch that costs more than your tuition, with a bottle of something expensive sitting on the table like it’s totally normal.
jk: the trash panda thing
jk: reminded me of you
You sit up, blanket pooling around your waist. The air in your dorm is cool, but there’s this heat creeping up your neck like you’re being slowly judged by the universe.
Three weeks ago you wouldn’t have had the faintest clue what to even say. Three weeks ago, Jeon Jungkook was just a distant, moving figure on campus, someone you sometimes spotted across the quad.
Now he’s the reason your underwear is missing from your laundry basket, the reason you’ve started checking your reflection more often, and the reason your heart does that ridiculous little flutter thing whenever you hear a motorcycle engine.
you: i’m not a raccoon.
jk: no but like
jk: you’d live in a trash can if you could
you: that's not a compliment
jk: it is tho
jk: raccoons are hot
You stare at the ceiling for a second. This is your life now. Debating whether raccoons are hot with a guy who has your underwear in his pocket from three days ago.
you: are you drunk?
jk: kinda
jk: come over
you: it's tuesday
jk: and?
jk: my bed's big and i'm lonely and i wanna touch you
You shouldn't. You have class at 9 AM and he lives twenty minutes away and your car is making that weird noise again. But you're already sitting up, looking for your jeans.
you: omw
You knew his address by heart now. The towering high-rise downtown, where the doorman recognizes you, and how there’s a toothbrush in his bathroom now.
You grab your keys, slip on your shoes, and take a moment in front of the mirror. Your hair is a wild mess, your face is bare, and you’re still in that same old hoodie from high school. You think about changing, maybe putting on some makeup, trying to look like someone who fits into his world. But then you remember the way he looked at you a week ago, on his bike, behind a random gym, his hands trembling as he unzipped your pants, his soft whisper of "fuck, you're perfect" against your throat.
You leave as you are
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His apartment is different at night. Darker. More intimate, only the lamp by the couch casting long shadows across the floor, it feels like a den, a cave.
He's wearing sweatpants that hang low on his hips. His chest is bare, tattoos sprawling across his pecs and shoulders, the ink dark against his skin. His hair is messy, falling into his heavy-lidded eyes.
"Hey," he says, and his voice is rough, deeper than usual. He doesn't wait for you to answer before he's pulling you inside, kicking the door shut with his foot, and kissing you against the door before it even closes.
His hands are on your waist, thumbs pressing into your hip bones, you wrap your arms around his neck, fingers tangling in the soft hair at the nape of his neck, and kiss him back.
"You taste like beer," you mumble against his mouth when you come up for air.
"You taste like mint." He bites your lip, not hard, just enough to make you gasp. "Missed you."
You saw him in the library yesterday, where he'd cornered you between the stacks, his body pressed against yours, his hand sliding up your thigh under your skirt while his friends waited for him outside. But you don't say that, because he's already kissing down your neck, teeth scraping against your pulse point, hands sliding under your shirt, and your brain is short-circuiting.
"Bedroom," he says, not a question, and lifts you like you weigh nothing. You yelp, grab his shoulders, and he laughs into your collarbone, carrying you down the hall while you protest weakly about being able to walk.
"I know you can walk." He drops you on the mattress, follows you down, caging you in with his arms. " But I like carrying you. You're small."
"I'm average."
"You're small. I like it." He's kissing you again, deeper, and his hand is sliding down your stomach, slipping into your waistband without taking them off. "Can I?"
"You asked last time."
"Wanna make sure." His fingers brush over you, light, teasing, through the thin fabric of your underwear. "Wanna hear you say it."
"Yes," you breathe, and he makes this sound, this low growl in his chest that vibrates through you, and then his hand is moving and you're arching into it.
He's learned you even better since the bike. That first time, pressed against the leather seat of his Ducati in the back of that deserted gym, had been frantic and desperate, all teeth and hurried touches in the dark. Now, he knows exactly how you like it, slow at first, teasing, tracing patterns over the fabric until you're squirming, then faster when you're panting, then slowing down again when you're close, keeping you on the edge until you're whining, grabbing onto him like a lifeline.
"Please," you say, and you hate how desperate you sound, but he loves it, you can tell by the way he watches your face with hungry eyes.
"Yeah?" he murmurs, thumb pressing just right through the now soaked fabric. "Wanna come for me?"
"Jungkook—"
"Say my name again. Like that. Fuck."
You come with his name in your mouth,
of course you do
you love how his name sounds from your lips
back arching off the bed, he doesn't stop, drawing it out, until you're shaking and pushing at his wrist because it's too much, too sensitive, too good.
"Good?" he asks, smug, bringing his hand to his mouth to lick his fingers clean while you watch, cheeks burning.
"You're so-" You can't find the word. "Obnoxious."
"Yeah." He grins, leaning down to kiss you, and you can taste yourself on his tongue, which should be weird but isn't, not with him. "Your turn."
He rolls onto his back, pulls you on top of him, and you can feel how hard he is through his sweatpants, pressing against your thigh. You sit up, straddling him, and he looks up at you with this expression that's half lust and half something softer, something that scares you.
"What?" you ask, a little embarrassed under his gaze.
"Nothing." He runs his hands up your thighs "Just...you look good. Up there."
You pull your shirt off, drop it on the floor, and his eyes darken, hands coming up to cover your breasts, thumbs brushing over your nipples until they pebble under his touch.
"Fuck," he breathes. "Every time. Every time I think I imagined how you look and then I see you and it's...better."
"Stop talking."
"Can't." He sits up, mouth finding your neck, your shoulder, the slope of your breast. "I wanna tell you everything. I wanna say-" He stops, bites down on your collarbone, sucks a mark there. "Never mind."
"Jungkook-"
"Shh." He flips you, sudden and smooth, and you're on your back again with him between your legs, and he's kissing down your stomach, fingers hooking in your waistband. "Can I?"
"Yes."
He pulls your pants off, your underwear too, and he just looks at you for a second. You want to cover yourself but his hands are on your knees, pushing them apart, and then his mouth is on you and your head falls back, hands gripping the sheets.
He's good at this. Embarrassingly good. Knows exactly how to use his tongue, when to suck, when to press, when to slide fingers inside and curl them just right. You're making sounds you don't recognize, high and broken, and he's making these noises too, these satisfied rumbles that vibrate against you.
"So good," he mumbles against you, and you feel it, the vibration. "Taste so good. Could do this all night."
"Don't-" You're panting, close, so close. "Don't stop, please-"
He doesn't. He works you through it, fingers and mouth, and you come harder than you have in your life, crying out, back bowing off the bed. He eases you through it, gentle now, pressing kisses to your thighs, your hip, your stomach.
"Okay?" he asks, chin resting on your belly, looking up at you with dark eyes.
You thread your fingers through his hair, God he's so beautiful like this.
"Yeah." You're wrecked. "Yeah, I'm- come here."
He crawls up, kisses you slow and deep. He's still hard, pressing against your hip, and you reach for him but he catches your wrist.
"Not yet," he says. "Wanna take my time."
"Since when do you take your time?"
"Since I want to." He kisses your wrist, the pulse point, then your palm.
And that was weird, because he never did that.
"I need be inside you. Ok?"
Your stomach flips. You nod.
He reaches over, grabs a condom from the drawer, rolls it on while you watch. He's beautiful like this, ink, muscles and lust, and you don't let yourself think about how many girls have seen him like this. You're here now. That's what matters.
He settles between your legs, guides himself in slow, so slow, watching your face for any sign of discomfort. You gasp at the stretch, the fullness, and he stills, breathing hard.
"Good?" he asks, strained.
"Yeah. Move."
He does. Slow at first, deep strokes that hit something inside you that makes your vision blur. He keeps his eyes on yours, which is almost too much, too intimate, and you try to look away but he catches your chin, makes you look at him.
"Stay with me," he says, and you don't know if he means right now or forever, and you're scared to ask.
He speeds up, hips snapping harder, and you wrap your legs around his waist, heels digging into his lower back. He's hitting that spot every time now, and you're already close again, which is ridiculous, which is unfair.
"Touch yourself," he pants.
You obey, fingers sliding between you, and he groans, watching, and the sound sets you off. You come clenching around him, and he follows, burying his face in your neck, groaning long and low as he spills into the condom.
For a minute, neither of you moves. He's heavy on top of you, but you don't mind. You can feel his heartbeat against your chest. His hand finds yours, fingers threading together on the pillow beside your head.
"Stay," he says, muffled against your shoulder.
"That's the second time you've said that tonight."
"Mean it both times." He lifts his head, looks at you with dark, serious eyes. "I want to wake up with you."
You should say no. You have class. You have rules about this, about not sleeping over, about not making this real.
"Okay," you say.
He smiles, rare and soft, and kisses your forehead, your nose, your mouth. "Okay."
He gets up, deals with the condom, brings you a towel and a t-shirt to sleep in. His shirt.
"Pretty," he says, and you roll your eyes, but you're smiling.
You crawl into his bed, under the black sheets, and he follows, wrapping himself around you from behind, arm heavy over your waist.
"Night," he murmurs against your hair.
"Night."
You're almost asleep when your phone buzzes from the floor where your pants are. You ignore it. He doesn't.
"Your alarm or something?"
"No." You're drifting. "Probably mom."
He goes still behind you. "You tell her about me?"
"She knows I have friends."
"Friends." He says the word like it's funny. Like it hurts. "Yeah. Okay."
You should clarify. You should say something. But you're tired, and he's warm, and you let yourself fall asleep instead.
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In the morning, he's already awake when you open your eyes, propped up on one elbow, watching you.
"Creepy," you mumble.
"Can't help it." He traces your jaw with his finger, light. "You're pretty when you sleep."
"Stop."
"Can't help that either." He leans in, kisses you soft, morning breath and all. "Wanna shower with me?"
"Your hot water lasts five minutes."
"Then we'll be fast." He's already pulling you up, hands on your waist, and you let him lead you to the bathroom, let him wash your hair, let him press you against the tile and take you again with water running down your back.
After, wrapped in his robe while he makes coffee in the kitchen, you check your phone.
jk: you look good in my shirt
You look up. He's leaning against the counter, watching you, phone in his hand.
you: you're ridiculous
jk: and yet you're still here
You don't have a reply to that.
"Class at 9?" he asks.
"Mhm."
"I'll drive you."
"You don't have to."
"I want to."
You look at him over the rim of your mug, at his messy hair and his bare chest and his tattoos, at the way he's looking at you like you're something precious, something he wants to keep.
"Okay," you say.
He smiles, small and real, and you don't let yourself name the feeling in your chest.
Not yet.
When he pulls up to the liberal arts building, cutting the engine, the sudden silence is jarring, you climb off.
"Text me after your class."
"I have a study group."
"Text me after that."
You roll your eyes, but you're smiling. "I'll see you later, Jungkook."
He catches your wrist before you can turn away, pulls you closer. "Hey." His other hand cups your jaw, thumb stroking your cheek. "Be good."
"I'm always good."
"No, you're not." He grins, sharp and wicked. "That's why I like you."
He kisses you then, right there in front of everybody, a claiming kiss that leaves you breathless and blushing. When he pulls away, he's still smiling, and you can feel the eyes of passing students on you.
"Go," he says, smacking your ass lightly. "Learn something."
You flip him off over your shoulder as you walk away, but you're still smiling when you push through the doors to the building.
Your study group is in the library, in one of the glass-walled rooms on the third floor. You're late, and they're already deep into discussion about postcolonial theory. You slide into a chair and try to focus, but your mind keeps drifting back to Jungkook and his hands on your skin, his mouth on yours, the way he'd looked at you this morning.
"Earth to Y/N," says Mia, waving a hand in front of your face. "Where'd you go?"
"Nowhere," you say, shaking your head. "Sorry. What were you saying?"
"We were talking about Fanon's concept of violence as a cleansing force," says David, pushing his glasses up his nose. "But you seem more interested in whatever, or whoever, has you smiling like that."
"I'm not smiling."
"You are," says Sarah, grinning. "And you're wearing a guy's shirt under your hoodie. Spill."
You look down at the collar of the black t-shirt peeking out from under your hoodie.
"It's nothing," you say, but they're all looking at you, and you know they won't let it go.
"Is it that guy?" asks Mia, leaning forward. "The one you were with at the coffee shop three weeks ago ?"
You'd forgotten they'd seen you together. Jungkook had insisted on buying you coffee, sliding into the booth across from you, his tattooed fingers drumming the table as he studied you. Your friends had been sitting two tables away, watching with wide eyes.
"Maybe," you say, noncommittal.
"Oh my god," says Sarah. "It is. What's his name? Is he a student here?"
You hesitate. You know his name, of course, everyone on campus knows his name, but saying it out loud feels like acknowledging something real, something that you're not sure even exists.
"Jungkook," you say, quietly.
"Jeon Jungkook?" asks David, his eyes widening behind his glasses. "As in, the Jeon Jungkook? The guy whose family donated the new science building?"
You nod, feeling a flush creep up your neck. You'd forgotten about the fact that there were 3 buildings with his family name engraved for everyone to see.
"Holy shit," says Mia. "How did you-?"
"I don't know," you say honestly. "He just... noticed me."
God, that sounded a bit depressing,
"Girl," says Sarah, reaching across the table to squeeze your hand. "That's not 'noticing.' That's 'hunting.' Be careful."
You want to laugh, but you can't. Because she's right, and the terrifying part is how much you're enjoying it.
Your phone buzzes during your next class, a subtle vibration against your thigh. You pull it out discreetly, hiding it under your desk.
jk: bored
jk: thinking about you
jk: specifically thinking about you in my bed
You feel a flush creep up your neck, and you cross your legs, pressing your thighs together. Professor Davies is droning on about Lacanian psychoanalysis, and you're supposed to be taking notes, but all you can think about is Jungkook's hands on you, his mouth, the way he'd looked at you this morning.
you: i'm in class
jk: so?
jk: touch yourself
You almost drop your phone. You look up, but Professor Davies is still writing on the whiteboard, his back to the class. You type back with shaking fingers.
you: i'm not doing that
jk: why not?
jk: bet you're wet right now
jk: bet you're thinking about this morning
jk: i am
You are, you’re thinking about the shower, the water running down your back, his hands on your hips. The way he pressed you against the tile, and took you from behind, one hand wrapped around your throat, the other between your legs.
you: stop
jk: make me
jk: come over after class
you: i have to study
jk: i'll be quiet
jk: mostly
You can't help but smile, even as your cheeks burn. You're saved by the bell, literally, as the class ends and students start packing up their things.
you: maybe
jk: not maybe
jk: i'll be outside
You grab your stuff, mumble a quick goodbye to your classmates, and you head straight for the door. Sure enough, there he is, leaning against his Ducati, sunglasses on, looking like he walked out of some glossy Vogue cover. People are staring, whispering, but he acts like none of it matters. His focus is stuck on you, and only you.
“Took you long enough,” he says, like it’s a joke, while you’re still getting closer.
“I was in class,” you reply, but you can’t really stop the smile from showing up.
”Missed you,” he answers, and before you can think too hard, he pulls you into this kiss right there in the middle of the quad. It’s not as deep as the one you had this morning, but it’s got the same hold on you. When he finally eases back, he’s already grinning.
“Wanna get out of here?” he asks.
“I have to study,” you say, but it comes out soft, almost thin, and we both know it.
“Study later,” he says, and he presses a helmet into your hands. “Live now.”
You grab the helmet, strap it on , and hop up on the bike behind him. When you wind your arms around his waist,
When you finally reach his place, it’s empty, which is odd. Usually his dog is right there at the door, tail going a mile a minute, but now there’s nothing, not even a trace.
“Where’s your dog?” you ask, while Jungkook locks the door.
“At my parents” he says, and he pushes the door open. “They’re spoiling him.”
You step in, and he comes after, kicking the door shut behind you
“Come here,” he says, and he tugs you in close, kissing you slow and deep, like he has all the time in the world. “God, I’ve been thinking about this all day.”
Jungkook takes care of his adorably drunk girlfriend, in more than a few ways.
Pairing - bf!Jungkook x gf!Reader
Oneshot - 2.5k words
Genre - 18+, established relationship au, fluff, smut MDNI
Warnings - mention of drinking, Jk's cute lil gf and her drunk talks, kisses, pet names, Explicit smut - unprotected sex, creampie, soft dom Jk, nipple play, fingering, marking, riding, praises, sideways missionary, sleepy sex vibes?, brat calling in a cute way (once), aftercare
a/n - well you can tell by now, that I'm loving fluff writing more n more
It was supposed to be a chill girls’ night out. Just a weekend meet-up with your friends after months of hectic schedules. You hadn’t planned on drinking much—your alcohol tolerance is embarrassingly low, and you rarely drink to begin with.
Now... well.
The table is a half-chaotic mess. Your head slumped against your folded arms, face half-squished. The music is loud, the lights spin in every direction, and your cheeks ache from laughing too much.
Around you, the girls aren't doing much better. Mina is giggling uncontrollably at her own joke that no one else had heard. And Nari is hugging a pillow she had stolen from the lounge couch nearby.
Sooah is the only sober one.. and well unimpressed as well. “Okay, that’s it. I’m calling all your boyfriends.”
It didn’t take long for the boyfriends to show up like a well-trained rescue squad.
Yoongi was the first to appear, scanning the room, and finding Nari. He lets out the softest little sigh before walking over to his girlfriend and gently pulling her upright.
Jungkook is the next to walk in.
“C’mon, baby,” he murmurs, slipping her arm over his shoulder as she blinked slowly up at him, smiling like she's just seen her favorite person in the world.
His eyes landing on you instantly- slumped over the table on your folded arms, head resting sideways on them, lips blabbering something.
With a slight amused shake of his head he makes his way to you, crouching beside the couch with a hand reaching out to touch your shoulder.
“Yaaah,” you slur, with eyes closed, voice muffled and adorably dramatic, “Don’t touch me.”
He freezes. “Baby?”
You lift your head just a little, squinting without really opening your eyes, and raise a wobbly finger in his direction like a threat.
“My boyfriend’s gonna fight you,” you warn seriously. “He’s got lots of muscles, okay? with tattoos and all..”
Yoongi snorts, overhearing from beside you as he pickes up Nari’s purse.
“Is that so?” Jungkook asks, lips twitching as he tries not to laugh. He rests his elbow on the table, leaning closer to your flushed face.
“And he sings like an angel too..”
He leans in, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “Really?” he whispers.
You squint, frowning just a bit as your eyes try to focus on his face.
“You look like my boyfriend,” you mumble suspiciously.
Jungkook smiles, lips curving as he tilts his head a little closer. “That’s because I am your boyfriend, baby.”
You blink again, before whispering in awe, “Kookie..”
He bites back a laugh, gently brushing your hair behind your ear, gaze impossibly soft. “It's me baby. Come on, let’s get you home.”
Jungkook holds you close as you both step out of the club, and then scoops you up in his arms, carrying you all the way to the car, your head lolling against his shoulder, mumbling incoherent things, with your boyfriend agreeing to them all.
Jungkook opens the car door, carefully settles you down in the passenger seat.
You begin singing along to the radio, off-key and loud while he just smiles to himself, laughing quietly as he drives.
When you reach home, he lifts you into his arms again, carrying you up to your shared apartment while you cling to him like a koala, humming nonsense.
He sits you down, removing your heels with ease.
You nod mindlessly, legs swinging from the edge of the counter when he brings you to the bathroom. He grabs a makeup wipe and starts cleaning your face.
“Don’t move so much, baby. Let me wipe your face, yeah?” he murmurs.
You look at him through half-lidded eyes and grin.
“You look so cute today” you say, blinking slowly. “Like… too cute. Illegal levels of cute.”
He chuckles under his breath, “Thank you, drunk princess.”
You close your eyes, letting him gently wipe your makeup off, his movements tender. He pauses every now and then to place a soft kiss on your forehead, your cheek, the tip of your nose.
“You’re so pretty,” he murmurs as he works, tucking your hair behind your ear.
You beam lazily.
Jungkook was just finishing wiping off the last bit of your lipstick, leaning in to kiss your clean cheek, when you throw him a question.
“Do you also want four kids?” you ask out of nowhere, your voice slurred.
He freezes, the used wipe still in his hand. “Huh?”
You didn’t even notice the way his brows shot up. You were too busy swinging your legs and playing with his tshirt.
“Yuri said Taehyung wants four kids after they get married,” you mumble, nodding. “Four’s a lot, right? I mean... not toooo many but still..”
He lets out a broken flustered laugh as he covers his face for a second. “You’re gonna kill me.” He mutters behind his hands.
“Just answer,” you poke his chest with one finger, lips forming a pout.
Jungkook moves your hand aside gently, stepping between your knees again. His voice soft as he replies, “However many you want, princess. Even if it’s four.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.” He smiles, brushing your hair back again. “But maybe let’s talk about it when you’re not drunk off your cute little ass.”
You giggle, leaning forward to rest your forehead against his.
After making sure you were watered, and settled, Jungkook climbs into the bed beside you- shirtless, as always.
He kisses your shoulder, then your hair, murmuring a soft, “Goodnight, baby.”
“...Kook,” you whisper after some moment.
He hums sleepily.
“Kookie...”
Another hum, this one softer. "Hm.?"
You turn around in his arms, blinking at him with a sleepy pout. “I really love you, y’know?”
He smiles, sleepily pecking your nose. “I know, baby. Now sleep.”
Your pout deepens. “You love me too, right?”
His voice comes out fond. “I do, baby. So much. Now sleep, my love.”
“...Would you still love me if I turned into a caterpillar tomorrow?” you mumble seriously.
Jungkook lets out a groggy groan, with a breathless laugh, tightening his arm around you. “Babyy...”
“I’m serious,” you slur. “Like a little green one. All squishy.”
He chuckles again, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “Yes, baby. I’d still love you the same. Caterpillar, worm, butterfly—anything you feel like turning into.”
“But what if—”
Jungkook silenced you with a kiss.
“No more ‘what ifs,’ princess,” he mumbles, pulling you fully against his chest, tucking your head beneath his chin. “Sleep now. I’ll take care of you tomorrow when you’ve turned into a little caterpillar, okay?”
You giggle softly, melting into his hold. “Mmkay…”
Jungkook smiles to himself, stroking your back gently as sleep finally claims you both.
It was nearly dawn, when you stir. The room's quiet, but something else was slowly pulling you out of sleep.
You shift slightly and that’s when you feel something hard and familiar pressing against your lower back.
You stayed still for a moment, unsure if he was awake, but the subtle way he exhaled against your neck, still deep in sleep, told you he wasn’t.
The alcohol from last night still lingered faintly in your system, making everything feel warmer, and more intense.
A soft gasp slips from your lips as Jungkook unconsciously pulls you tighter, his arm around your waist securing you against him as his hips pressed forward just a bit—his hardness now snug against your ass through the thin layers of fabric separating you.
Heat was curling low in your belly, you bit your lip, suppressing a soft whine. but you couldn’t take it anymore.
“Kook…” you whisper.
Your boyfriend doesn't answer.
You snuggle back against him, your hips pressing into his as you call again, “Jungkook...”
A sleepy groan rumbles from his chest, and his hold around your waist tightens slightly, but his eyes stayed closed.
“Koo...” you whimper softly, need laced in your voice this time.
This time, he blinks slowly, his eyes heavy-lidded as they flutter open. He looks at you from behind, disoriented and adorably dazed.
“Mm... baby?” he rasps, voice rough from sleep. His brows furrow slightly as his body adjusts to the feeling of your soft curves pressed against his arousal. “What’s wrong?”
You turn slightly to meet his gaze, eyes pleading, “Need you..”
His expression slowly changes as sleep wears off. He glances down, feeling your legs shift, your chest rises and falls faster.
licking his lips, he leans in just a little. “You want me now, baby?”
You nod, biting your lip. “Please.."
“Come here.”
You turn around fully in his arms, your eyes locking with his for a split second before his lips find your neck. He kisses you like he has all the time in the world. His mouth is warm against your skin, leaving a trail of heat as his hands slip under your oversized t-shirt.
His palm meet your bare breast, and you gasp, your back arching into his touch. He groans softly, cupping you fully as his thumb brushes over your nipple, already hard. He pinches them drawing out a breathy moan from you.
He hums against your skin, lips brushing your collarbone.
“Kook please...”
“Please what?” he whispers, hands already trailing his down your stomach, fingers ghosting over your skin.
You grab his wrist, guiding him lower. He chuckles breathlessly, letting you- his hand slips past the waistband of your panties cupping you.
“Fuck, baby... you’re so drenched,” he rasps, rubbing you slowly with his fingers, making your hips buck. “You wanted my cock that bad, huh?”
You nod desperately, your breathing already heavy.
He bites into your neck gently making you gasp, before his fingers finally slide your panties to the side. Without wasting another second, he pushes two fingers in.
Your moan is instant, your body arching into his chest as he curls his fingers inside you.
“There you go,” he murmurs into your ear, his fingers working rhythmically. “God, you're so tight even for my fingers, baby.”
Your legs tangle with his as his thumb finds your clit, rubbing slow, deliberate circles, driving you closer and closer.
“You gonna cum just from my fingers, hm?” he teased, voice thick with arousal.
You could only whimper, burying your face in his neck as your hips moved helplessly against his hand.
His fingers keeps moving inside you, curling just right, his thumb pressing firm circles on your clit until the tension inside you snapped. You moan into his neck as your body trembles and breath stutters as you come around his fingers.
He holds you close, whispering sweet things as your body calms, pressing a soft kiss into your hair.
"How do you want me, baby,?" he murmurs in his raspy morning voice that always made your stomach flip.
Your hand drifts down between your bodies, cupping his hard length through the fabric of his boxers. "Wanna ride you..."
Jungkook lets out a rough groan, eyes dark and half-lidded with desire.
"Fuck.. go on then, baby."
You lean down, kissing over his skin, trailing lower, lips brushing his stomach before you hook your fingers into his waistband and ease his boxers down. His cock springs free, already hard and leaking for you.
Straddling him, you reach between your legs, sliding your panties aside. His hungry eyes were on you the whole time, thumbs brushing gently over your thighs as you aligned yourself with him.
Both of you moan in unison as you sink down, as he fills you inch by inch. Your hands brace on his chest as you bottom out, thighs trembling.
You stay still for a moment, adjusting to the fullness. Jungkook’s hands immediately grip your hips, and another one slides up beneath your t-shirt, fingers soothing along your spine as he pulls you down into a kiss.
You start to move, slow rolls of your hips at first, grinding down on him as his head tilt back into the pillow, lips parting with a shaky breath.
You watched his lashes flutter, his jaw tense. His hands guide you, his fingers flexing on your waist as you find a rhythm, moaning softly each time he hit that spot inside you.
“That’s it, my love... just like that,” he whispers, eyes meeting yours.
You ride him for a while, your thighs burning as you moved up and down. His hands roam, guiding your movements, praising you in breathless whispers.
“So fucking good, baby...,” he groans, gripping your hips tighter.
Jungkook takes over, flips you to the side—keeping himself buried inside you, bodies still perfectly joined, when your movements falter from exhaustion.
His tattooed hand slide under your thigh, hiking it up as he settles between your legs on his side, chest pressing to yours, lips brushing your temple.
You gasp, moaning as your head falls back against the pillow, as he speeds up with harder thrusts.
“Fuck, Jungkook—” you cried out, clinging to his shoulders.
His teeth graze your jaw, breath hot against your skin. “Couldn’t wait till morning to be filled by my cock, huh?” he rasps, voice wrecked with lust.
You whimper, unable to form any words.
He growls, driving into you deeper—your body jolting with each thrust. You moan louder, biting his shoulder as he slams into that spot that made your back arch and your legs tremble.
“Fuck baby... so tight... I’m—” he breathes, losing rhythm as he chases both your highs. “Let go for me.”
Your body clenches around him, eyes rolling back as you come hard with a loud moan of his name.
He follows moments later, hips stuttering, as he spills inside you.
The room falls quiet, save for your soft pants. His hand slides up your back slowly, stroking soothing.
“You did so good,” he murmurs, kissing your hair.
He pulls out gently, earning a small whimper from you, and immediately grabs the tissues from the nightstand, cleaning you up with the softest care, his fingers feather-light, as you blink up at him sleepily.
“Come here, my little brat,” he teases with a smile, pulling you into his arms.
You let out a weak laugh, pressing your face to his chest, lulled by the sound of his heartbeat.
His fingers trace lazy patterns on your back, and just as you were starting to drift into sleep, you hear his lazy chuckle.
You blink slowly, murmuring, “What...?”
He laughs a little more, voice fond. “You haven’t turned into a caterpillar yet.”
You furrow your brows in confusion. “Huh?”
“Nothing” he whispers, smiling into your hair, pressing another kiss to your temple and pulls the blanket higher around you both.
Matching rings and a joke—your boyfriend says you're married. What he didn’t expect is for you to play along the whole trip... And the more you pretend...the less it feels like a game.
Pairing - bf!Jungkook x gf!Reader
Genre - mostly fluff, established relationship au, smut (18+) MDNI
Oneshot - 7.8k words
Warnings - fluffff, sunshine energy gf, Jungkook being effortlessly bf/husband material🤭💘, Explicit smut - unprotected sex, nipple play, fingering, little handjob, creampie, marking
a/n - a quick backstory for this plot inspiration - my friend's friend went on a trip with her bf where they got matching rings n had a joke that they were married. AND EXCUSE ME?? this made such a good plot that I just couldn't resist not writing😭😭 n yeah wrote about Greece solely coz of the aesthetics (never been there tho) also also I wrote around 90% of this only listening to Blue by Yung Kai n it perfectly matches the vibe!!😭💗 ps- I feel angst writing is more of my thing bt I've tried writing fluff (a lot) for this sooo lmk if it's acceptable?🫠 n yup early update coz I cancelled out 2,3 more scenes I had in mind 🤷♀️ ok byeeee examss upcominggg
Your fingers grip Jungkook’s sleeve, barely able to contain your excitement as you glance out the plane window. Blue. Endless blue. The vast stretch of the sea sparkles below, tiny white houses dotting the cliffs in the distance.
“Jungkook,” you whisper, voice full of wonder. “Look at that.”
He chuckles, his gaze soft and amused, “Baby, we’re still on the plane.”
“I know,” you sigh dramatically, turning back to him. “But still. Greece! Our first trip together! Just you and me for seven whole days.”
Jungkook smirks, teasing, “What if I'm gonna get sick of you?”
You scoff, nudging his shoulder. “You’re stuck with me now, Jeon.”
He exhales, grinning like he wouldn’t have it any other way. The past four years had been beautiful, but between work schedules, deadlines, and life, you barely got time to just be together.
But this time? it’s just you and him. Jungkook hums, fingers lazily tracing circles over your thigh. “I think I could get used to this.”
------------------ Day 1
The moment you step inside, your eyes take in the breathtaking suite. White-washed walls, soft linen curtains swaying from the sea breeze, a private infinity pool overlooking the ocean. Jungkook watches you, arms crossed, fondness written all over his face.
“This is so nice,” you gush, spinning to face him. “I don’t think I’ll ever wanna leave.”
Jungkook sets the luggage down, smirking. “Well, we have a week.”
Your smile grows. Something in your chest feels so warm. You turn to him, eyes gleaming. “What should we do first?”
Jungkook steps closer, voice low and playful. “Hmm. I can think of a few things.”
You shove his chest, laughing, “Yah Jeon, behave.” He chuckles, arms wrapping lazily around your waist, pulling you in. “No promises, baby.”
----
You practically bounce on your feet as you slip on your sandals, the soft sunlight spilling through the sheer curtains of your hotel room. “Okay, okay, I’m ready!” you chirp, spinning to face Jungkook, who is still leaning against the doorframe, watching you with pure amusement.
His arms are crossed, a small smirk playing at his lips. “Are you sure? Because you’ve been ‘ready’ for the last fifteen minutes.”
You roll your eyes, grabbing your bag. “I am! Let’s goo”
Jungkook doesn’t move. Instead, he reaches out, grabbing your wrist and pulling you into him, his nose brushing against yours.
His voice drops, teasing. “You’re really just trusting me with everything, huh?”
You nod immediately. “Of course. You’re the planner, I’m just here to have fun.” Jungkook exhales a quiet laugh, his fingers trailing lazily up your arm.
He leans in, pressing a lingering kiss against your lips. It’s warm. Sweet. Dangerously distracting.
You blink up at him, refusing to fall for it. “Jeon Jungkook, if you don’t take me outside in the next ten seconds, I’m leaving you here.”
He laughs before wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you into him.
“Alright, alright,” dropping a quick kiss to your temple. “Let’s go.”
And with his fingers laced through yours, he leads you out, the two of you finally stepping into your first day in Greece.
The scent of fresh-baked bread, sweet honey pastries filling the air as you and Jungkook wander through the bustling market. Your fingers brush against the beautifully painted souvenirs, woven baskets, your eyes wide with excitement.
“Jungkook, look at these!” you gasp, holding up a tiny, hand-carved olive wood frog.
He chuckles, watching you with pure amusement. “You don’t even like frogs.”
You scowl. “Yeah, but look at his little face.”
Jungkook shakes his head, ruffling your hair before grabbing the frog figurine and paying for it without a second thought.
You blink. “I wasn’t actually gonna—”
“Too late,” he smirks, handing it to you. “Now it’s yours.”
Before you can respond, the scent of something sweet and buttery hits your nose, making you immediately turn toward a food stall.
You grin. “We have to try those.”
The vendor hands over a small plate, and before you can even grab a piece, Jungkook picks one up and holds it to your lips.
Your eyes narrow. “You’re feeding me now?”
“Open.”
You roll your eyes but let him feed you, the sweet layers melting on your tongue. A small hum of satisfaction escapes you before you glance at Jungkook.
“Good, huh?” he smirks.
Instead of answering, you take another piece, holding it up like you’re about to feed him.
Jungkook smirks, leaning in. “See? You like it when I—”
But before he can finish, you smirk and pop the piece into your own mouth instead. You burst out laughing, wiping a crumb from your lip. “Tastes good.”
Jungkook gapes at you, half-glaring, half-amused. “You little—”
Before he can finish, you grab his wrist and drag him toward the next stall, giggling.
“We have so much more to eat,” you sing-song.
Jungkook lets you pull him away, shaking his head with amusement.
The market fades behind you as you and Jungkook wander through the winding streets, hand in hand.
The air is warm, salt-kissed from the ocean breeze, and the soft sound of distant waves crashes below the cliffs. White-washed buildings, blue domes line the path, vibrant bougainvillea flowers spilling over terraces.
Jungkook squeezes your hand lightly. “Still trusting my planning skills?”
You grin. “So far, you’re doing great, boyfriend.”
He chuckles, his dimple peeking out, and just when you turn to admire the view—Click.
You blink. “Did you just take my picture?”
Jungkook doesn’t even try to hide it. He’s holding up his phone, looking way too pleased with himself.
“Yup.”
You narrow your eyes, stepping closer. “Lemme see.”
“Nope.” He smirks, slipping the phone into his pocket.
You gasp. “Jungkook!”
He laughs, stepping back just as you lunge for his phone.
“Oh, baby, don’t even try,” he teases, holding it high above his head, his other hand wrapping around your waist.
You huff, glaring up at him. “What if I looked bad?”
Jungkook stands confident. So annoyingly sure of himself.
“You looked perfect.”He says it so easily, like a fact, like it’s the simplest thing in the world. For a second, you forget what you were even mad about.
Jungkook grins, clearly noticing your reaction. “What? No comeback?”
You snap out of it and quickly grab your phone, flipping the camera. “Okay, if you’re gonna take pictures of me, I’m getting yours too.”
Jungkook doesn’t protest as you start clicking away, a mix of stolen shots and silly ones.
“Okay, now pose,” you instruct, biting your lip to stop your smile.
Jungkook scoffs but obeys, shoving his hands into his pockets, tilting his head slightly, looking effortlessly model-like.
You pause. “That’s unfair.”
“What?”
“You just naturally look good in every picture.”
He laughs, stepping closer. “Says you?”
Before you can argue, he pulls you in, flipping the camera to selfie mode. “Let’s take some together,” he murmurs.
And just like that, you spend the next ten minutes giggling, making faces, taking videos. Jungkook kisses your cheek in one, in another, he makes you laugh so hard your eyes disappear.
The pictures—some blurry, some too close, some candid. but when you look at them later, you realize they’re perfect in every way that matters.
----
The sun is lower in the sky now, everything's in warm shades of gold as you and Jungkook walk along the soft, white sand. Your sandals dangle from your fingers, the ocean breeze cooling your skin.
Jungkook is beside you, his hand lazily intertwined with yours, his other tucked into his pocket as he watches the tide roll in.
“Okay,” you say, breaking the comfortable silence. “This might be the prettiest place I’ve ever seen.”
Jungkook hums, glancing at you instead of the view. “Yeah. It really is.”
You turn to look at him—only to find him already looking at you.
Before you can overthink it, something catches your eye—a small wooden stall set up just a little ahead, tucked beneath the shade of a few palm trees.
“What’s that?” You tug on Jungkook’s hand, pulling him toward it.
The stall is lined with handmade jewelry, delicate silver and gold pieces glinting in the fading sunlight. Small sea-glass pendants, braided anklets, thin rings on display.
“Ohh, these are cute,” you murmur, running your fingers over the bands.
Jungkook watches as you casually slip one onto your finger, admiring how it looks before turning to him with a grin.
“Should we get matching ones?” you joke, wiggling your fingers.
Jungkook raises an eyebrow. “Matching rings?”
“Yeah, why not?” you tease. “It’ll be like a little vacation memory.”
Jungkook hums, studying the rings for a moment before wordlessly picking one up. Without hesitation, he takes your hand, slipping it onto your finger himself.
Your breath catches. You glance at him, expecting a smirk, some teasing remark, but he’s quiet. Focused.
The ring fits perfectly.
Jungkook’s gaze flickers up to meet yours, and for a second, neither of you say anything.
“Guess we’re married now,” he quips, breaking the silence with a cheeky grin.
You snort, shoving his shoulder. “You’re so dumb.”
But just as you’re about to make another joke, you pause. because Jungkook is still looking at the rings.
And before you can ask, he casually grabs another one—the exact same design and slips it onto his own finger.
He lifts his hand beside yours, comparing them. “Now we match,” he hums, completely unbothered, making your heart stumble.
----
You collapse onto the bed, sighing dramatically.
Jungkook chuckles, setting his phone down before joining you, his body warm and solid beside yours.
Jungkook lifts his hand, wiggling his fingers, the ring glinting under the dim lights.
“So,” he muses, voice low and playful. “How does it feel to be my wife for seven days?"
You snort, rolling over to face him. “Delusional.”
Jungkook laughs, eyes crinkling, before pulling you into his chest. “You love it.”
You hum, pressing your cheek against his shoulder. “Maybe.”
His hand finds yours, fingers absentmindedly tracing over the band on your finger.
Neither of you take the rings off.
Neither of you even think about it.
------------------- Day 2
The warm afternoon sun bathes the streets as you and Jungkook browse a small outdoor market. Small shops, displays filled with handcrafted goods and souvenirs.
You stop at a small stall, admiring intricately painted ceramic plates. An older woman, the vendor, smiles at you.
“Beautiful, isn’t it?” she says, her accent thick with warmth.
You nod enthusiastically. “Yes! My husband and I are visiting for the first time.”
Jungkook chokes on his water.
You hear him cough violently beside you, his hand gripping the bottle like it betrayed him.
The vendor laughs. “Ah, newlyweds?”
“Oh, yes,” you continue smoothly, holding Jungkook’s arm. “We’re having the best time. He planned everything so perfectly.”
You feel him staring at you—his entire existence malfunctioning in real-time.
The woman smiles warmly at Jungkook. “A good husband always takes care of his wife.”
Jungkook clears his throat.
“Oh—uh, yeah,” he mutters. “That’s… me.”
You beam, squeezing his arm. “He’s really amazing. Very thoughtful.”
Jungkook’s ears turn pink.
Once the woman turns away to wrap up your purchase, he leans down, voice low.
“Do you hear yourself?” he mutters.
You grin, still holding onto his arm “What? I’m just staying in character. You said we're married soo...we'll be a happy married couple throughout this trip.”
Jungkook exhales sharply, shaking his head but smiling.
“Oh my god.”
----
Jungkook immediately drops onto the bed, groaning as he stretches his arms above his head.
You plop down beside him, nudging his side. “Tired, husband?”
He groans louder, covering his face with his hands. “If you call me that one more time…”
You grin, rolling onto your stomach to face him. “What? That’s what you are.”
Jungkook peeks at you through his fingers, eyes narrowing. “You’re having too much fun with this.”
You hum, twisting your ring on your finger absentmindedly. “You should too. I mean, you’re already wearing the ring. You might as well act the part.”
Jungkook lifts his hand, inspecting the matching band on his finger. He’s silent for a moment, before—
“I should start calling you ‘wifey’ then, huh?”
Your eyes snap to his face, and—yup. He’s smirking.
“Don't you dare,” you mutter, sitting up immediately.
Jungkook grins wider, propping himself up on his elbows. “Wifey, can you get me some water?”
“I will pour it on your face.”
He laughs, absolutely loving this. “Wifey, should we get couple bathrobes too?”
You grab a pillow and smack him with it.
Jungkook wheezes, rolling away from your attack before bolting up from the bed.
“Okay, okay! I’m going for a swim,” he calls out, grabbing a towel.
You glare at him, crossing your arms. “You’re banned from speaking for the next hour.”
Jungkook grins. “That’s okay.”
With zero shame, he grabs the hem of his shirt and pulls it over his head in one smooth motion, revealing every defined muscle and tattoo.
Jungkook walks out to the pool. Leaving you sitting there, absolutely speechless.
----
The water is cool against your skin, the evening air warm, as you float lazily in the pool. The view of the twinkling lights stretches out beyond the infinity edge.
Jungkook is across from you, leaning against the pool’s edge, his arms resting on the surface, watching you with that look.
The same one from earlier. like he’s amused. Maybe a little dangerous.
You try to ignore it, focusing on the soft ripples in the water.
A small wave splashes against your stomach. Your eyes snap up. Jungkook is still there, expression unreadable. But his fingers, barely submerged, are moving.
You narrow your eyes splashing a wave back without hesitation.
Jungkook gasps, dramatically wiping his face. “Oh, you wanna play?”
Before you can react, he swiftly moves, strong, closing the space between you in seconds.
Your breath catches as his hands find your waist, pulling you against him in the water.
“You’re really pushing your luck, wifey,” he murmurs, voice low, teasing.
Your hands find his shoulders, fingers pressing into firm, wet skin. “And what are you gonna do about it, husband?”
Jungkook grins, kissing you.
The water ripples around you as he pulls you even closer, one hand firm on your hip, the other tracing up your spine. His lips move slow, consuming, his breath mixing with yours.
You let out a small gasp, fingers curling in his hair as he deepens the kiss, his tongue teasing against yours, making you feel lightheaded.
He lifts you. Just enough for your legs to wrap around his waist, water dripping between you as his lips trail down your throat.
Your nails dig into his shoulders, heat pooling low, desire crashing into you like the waves beyond.
“Jungkook—”
“Shh,” he murmurs, voice rough, pressed against your skin. “Let me take care of my wife.”
-------------------- Day 3
The morning light filters softly through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the room. You stir slightly, but before you can move, a strong arm tightens around your waist.
A deep grumble vibrates against your back. “Where are you going?”
You smile sleepily. “Nowhere.”
Jungkook nuzzles into your neck, his voice raspy with sleep. “Good. Stay.”
His fingers trace lazy patterns on your bare skin, warm, possessive. You hum, relaxing into his touch, “Why are you so tired?
Jungkook grunts. “Because my wife wore me out last night.”
Your face heats instantly. “Oh my god—”
He chuckles, pressing lazy kisses against your shoulder. “Mmm. You liked it.”
You turn to glare at him, but he’s already smirking.
“You’re annoying.”
“And you love it,” he murmurs, pulling you closer, his lips brushing your temple.
You pretend to protest, but honestly?
You could stay like this forever.
-------
The climb isn’t too long, but the slight incline has you huffing just a little.
“Jungkook, are we almost there?” you ask, pushing back a strand of hair as the warm breeze kisses your skin.
Jungkook, walking ahead effortlessly, doesn’t even look winded. He glances back at you with a smirk. “Tired already, wife?”
You narrow your eyes. “You dragged me up here. I should’ve just—”
You stop mid-sentence, sighing dramatically. Jungkook chuckles. Without another word, he crouches down in front of you, patting his back.
You blink. “What are you doing?”
He tilts his head. “What does it look like? Get on.”
Your lips twitch. “Are you sure? I’m not exactly—”
Jungkook turns slightly, raising a brow. “Did I stutter?”
You giggle, placing your hands on his shoulders before hopping onto his back, wrapping your arms around his neck.
Jungkook adjusts his grip on your thighs, lifting you with ease.
And just like that he carries you up the trail like you weigh nothing.
You press your cheek against his, grinning. “You’re really strong, huh?”
Jungkook hums. “You’re really lucky, huh?”
Laughing, you pepper soft kisses along his jaw, his cheek, his temple.
Jungkook exhales sharply. “Y/n.”
You blink innocently. “What?”
He grins, shaking his head. “You’re distracting me.”
You laugh against his skin. “What, can’t handle a few kisses?”
Jungkook’s grip on you tightens slightly, his voice dropping just a little lower.
“Keep testing me, wifey.”
You don’t get a chance to respond because before you know it, you’ve reached the top.
And when Jungkook finally sets you down, he doesn’t let go immediately.
Instead, he lifts his phone, angling the camera before pulling you close against his side.
“Say wifeyyy.”
You burst out laughing, shaking your head. “You’re ridiculous.”
You still say it. and when you peek at the screen—the view behind you is breathtaking. But the way Jungkook is looking at you in the frame?
His gaze holding something deep. Like he’s seeing something even more beautiful than the world around him.
---------------------- Day 4
Jungkook walks beside you, hands in his pockets, sunglasses on, looking effortlessly cool until you drag him straight into a clothing store.
“You’re making me shop?” he groans.
You grin, already browsing. “Of course.”
Jungkook exhales, resigned. “Fine. But if I’m suffering, I get to rate your choices.”
And just like that, he ends up sitting on one of those plush chairs outside the fitting room, watching you like this is some kind of mission. You try on a few outfits, twirling in front of him.
Jungkook’s commentary is pure chaos.
“Too frilly.” “Too serious.”
“That one makes you look like a cute little menace—get it.”
You laugh, shaking your head. Eventually, you pick out two dresses, and a jacket for your boyfriend.
No.
Husband.
At the counter, you pull out your card, ready to pay—only for Jungkook to casually slide his in before you can react.
“Jungkook—”
“Got it.” He says it so effortlessly, like it’s nothing.
You stare at him. “I was paying.”
Jungkook shrugs, grabbing the bags. “Not when I’m here.”
You open your mouth to protest, but before you can—
The cashier smiles warmly. “You have a very thoughtful boyfriend.”
“Oh, he’s not my boyfriend.”
The cashier’s eyes widen slightly. “Oh, I’m so sorry—”
You smile sweetly. “He’s my husband.”
The cashier relaxes, “Ohh! You two make a lovely couple.”
You squeeze Jungkook’s arm, pressing close. “Thank you! He’s the sweetest hubby, really.”
Jungkook just stands there. Blinking.
The cashier laughs. “You’re a lucky woman.”
You beam, looking up at Jungkook. “I know.”
The moment you step outside, he leans down, murmuring lowly.
“You did that on purpose.”
You grin. “And?”
Jungkook shakes his head, running a hand through his hair.
Your arms are full of shopping bags, and Jungkook is carrying even more.
“You have a problem,” he groans, adjusting the bags on his arms.
You grin, unfazed. “Correction: we have a problem.”
Jungkook exhales dramatically. “I need a refund on this marriage.”
You gasp, clutching your chest. “How dare you? After all we’ve been through?”
Jungkook rolls his eyes, but his lips twitch. “Come on, let’s find food before you convince me to adopt a souvenir shop.”
----
The night market buzzes with life. Fairy lights and lanterns glow overhead, casting a golden hue as soft music drifts through the lively streets.
You and Jungkook wander through the crowd, sharing bites of food, laughing as he tries to steal yours.
You pause by a musician playing a soft acoustic song, his voice melting into the warm night.
You turn to Jungkook immediately.
His eyes narrow. “No.”
You bat your lashes, pouting. “Please?”
“Absolutely not.”
“Jungkook,” you whine, nudging him relentlessly.
“No.”
Puppy eyes.
Jungkook groans, running a hand down his face. “Oh my god, stop looking at me like that.”
He swears under his breath before finally stepping forward. “You owe me,” he mutters.
The musician grins, strumming the guitar as Jungkook casually leans in and starts singing.
His voice melts into the night, smooth and effortless, blending perfectly with the melody. Conversations quiet, heads turn, people pause to listen.
You watch in awe, your heart tripping over itself.
Jungkook, who claimed he didn’t want to sing, looks completely in his element.
By the time the song ends, the small crowd cheers and claps. Jungkook glances at you, shaking his head with a knowing smirk.
“You’re impossible,” he mutters, but he’s smiling.
You beam, grabbing his hand. “And you’re amazing.”
Jungkook lets you pull him away, fingers intertwined, the warmth of the night wrapping around you both.
------------------- Day 5
The small cooking studio is bright and welcoming, filled with the scent of fresh, warm bread.
Jungkook snickers as you struggle with your apron. “Are you already losing?”
You glare. “Shut up.”
He grins, effortlessly tying his own. “You sure you don’t want to just let me cook?”
“Nope,” you're determined.
Jungkook just laughs, clearly amused.
The class begins, and predictably—you’re a disaster.
Your dough refuses to knead properly, your vegetables are questionably chopped.
Jungkook, of course, is thriving.
“I can’t believe I’m married to this,” he sighs dramatically, shaking his head.
You elbow him. “EXCUSE ME?”
He smirks, throwing an arm around your shoulders. “Don’t worry, wifey. I’ll make sure we don’t starve.”
You roll your eyes, but your stomach flips a little at the way he says it.
Midway through the class, Jungkook’s phone vibrates.
“Work,” he mutters, frowning. “I’ll be quick. Don’t burn the place down.”
You wave him off. “Go, go.”
With Jungkook distracted, Jay—the instructor, steps over your station to help.
“How’s it going over here?”
You laugh sheepishly, “Terrible. I think I’ve offended the cooking gods.”
Jay laughs. “You’re not that bad.”
You raise an eyebrow.
“Okay, yeah, this is pretty bad,” he grins.
“Try using less force,” he suggests, guiding your hands gently.
You try again, still failing miserably.
“Okay, maybe a little more force than that.”
You groan in frustration, but it only makes him grin.
“At least you’re enjoying yourself,” he says.
You laugh, shaking your head.
Jungkook returns just in time to see you laughing easily, comfortably with the instructor.
He steps back beside you, sliding an arm around your waist effortlessly.
“You good, sweetheart?” he asks.
You blink up at him. Sweetheart?
Jay nods. “We were just fixing the dough.”
Jungkook hums, but his hand stays on you.
For the rest of the lesson, he’s suddenly way too attentive. Helping you, adjusting your apron, calling you ‘wife’ three times in five minutes.
Oh, you know exactly what’s happening.
And honestly? You love it.
----
The sun is beginning to set, painting the sky in hues of pink and gold. The evening air carrying the salty scent of the ocean. Jungkook walks ahead, leading you toward a parked motorbike.
“Wait. You—”
Jungkook swings his leg over the seat effortlessly, grinning as he pats the space behind him. “Get on.”
Your eyes widen. “Jungkook. Where did you even get this?”
He smirks. “Rented it.”
You stare. “When?”
He shrugs, slipping his sunglasses on. “Had some free time.”
You cross your arms. “And you didn’t tell me?”
Jungkook chuckles, reaching for your wrist and pulling you closer. “It’s a surprise, baby. Now, come on.”
Jungkook pats the seat again, smirking. “Scared?”
You narrow your eyes. “Not even a little.”
Swinging your leg over, you settle behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist.
Jungkook hums in approval, his hands resting on yours.
“Hold on tight.”
The bike roars to life, wheels kicking up dust as he speeds down the open road.
Wind rushes through your hair, the world blurring around you in a mixture of colors and motion.
You gasp, laughing as you tighten your hold on him. “Jungkook—!”
He laughs too, a sound so free, so full of joy, that it makes your chest tighten.
“Like it?” he shouts over the wind.
You press your cheek against his back, grinning against the fabric of his shirt. “I love it!”
Jungkook grins too. And then—he speeds up.
You squeal, tightening your grip. “Jungkook, slow down!”
He chuckles, the sound vibrating through his chest. “I thought you weren’t scared?”
You huff, smacking his stomach lightly.
Jungkook laughs, slowing just a little.
He rides for a while, taking you through winding coastal roads, past cliffs overlooking the sea, the salty air mixing with the scent of his cologne.
He leads you both to a secluded viewpoint overlooking the ocean.
The view is breathtaking. Endless ocean stretching toward the horizon, the sun dipping lower, turning the water into molten gold.
You don’t even realize you’re still holding onto him.
Jungkook turns slightly, his voice lower now. “You can let go, you know.”
You nuzzle against his shoulder. “Don’t want to.”
His fingers gently brush against yours.
Then, a whisper, almost lost in the sound of the waves.
“Then don’t.”
------------------- Day 6
You wake up expecting another fun day of exploring, but something feels different. Jungkook is way too calm. No teasing smirks. No cryptic questions.
Just casual, relaxed Jungkook, who kisses your forehead and says, “Let’s just take it easy today.”
Huh?
You squint at him. This man has been planning every second of this trip and now he suddenly wants to ‘take it easy’?
But okay, fine.
You two spend the day strolling around, checking out small shops. and every time you try to read his expression, he just smiles.
Like he knows something you don’t.
By late afternoon, you can’t take it anymore. You stop in your tracks and grab his arm. “Jungkook, what’s going on?”
“What do you mean?” he asks, pretending to be clueless.
“You’re… too normal?”
He snorts. “And that’s suspicious?”
“VERY.”
Jungkook just laughs and pulls you into a hug. “Baby, relax. Just enjoy the day, yeah?”
You narrow your eyes, suspicious as ever, but decide to let it go.
As you head back to the hotel, Jungkook casually says, “Oh, by the way, be ready by 7.”
Oh. Okay??
So here you are standing in front of the mirror, holding up two dresses.
Jungkook’s lack of details has you overthinking. What exactly are you dressing for? Something fancy? Something casual?
With a sigh, you call out, “Jungkook, help me pick.”
He walks over, eyes flicking between the two options. “Try them on.”
You huff. “Can’t you just choose?”
He smirks, leaning against the doorframe. “Nope. I wanna see.”
Rolling your eyes, you slip into the first dress—a soft, elegant choice. Pretty, but… safe.
You step out, twirling slightly. “This?”
Jungkook hums, tilting his head. “It’s nice.”
Nice?
You narrow your eyes. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
He bites back a grin. “Try the other one.”
You sigh but change into the second dress—a sleeveless, ankle-length beauty. fitted at the top, flowing softly down your waist, hugging you in all the right places.
You step out, smoothing the fabric "This one?”
His eyes drag over you, slower this time. His lips part slightly, but no words come out.
You raise an eyebrow. “Well?”
Jungkook swallows, his voice lower. “Yeah. That one.”
You smirk, turning back to the mirror. “Thought so.”
----
Jungkook leads you outside, where a sleek, black car is already waiting.
You blink, surprised. “Wait… you booked a private car?”
Jungkook grins, opening the door for you. “Of course. Only the best for my wife.”
You roll your eyes, getting in, biting back a small smile.
As the car glides through the city, Jungkook’s hand finds yours, thumb tracing small circles.
You glance at him. “Are you ever going to tell me where we’re going?”
He chuckles, shaking his head. “Nope.”
You huff dramatically. “I hate you.”
Jungkook just smirks, leaning closer. “No, you don’t.”
It doesn't take long when the car pulls up to the venue. He opens the door for you.
“We’re here,” he murmurs, squeezing your fingers.
You step out, and your breath catches instantly. The place is breathtaking. Not extravagant, not overwhelming. Just perfect.
The entrance is lined with soft, golden lights. Delicate floral arrangements fill the space, their scent carried by the evening breeze. The tables are set with warm candlelight, elegant yet cozy decor, the entire atmosphere radiating love.
It’s exactly what you’d love.
You turn to him, eyes wide with awe. “Jungkook…”
He watches you, a small, proud smile tugging at his lips.
“You like it?” he asks softly.
Your chest tightens. “Like it? It’s.. beautiful.”
Jungkook grins, leading you inside.
But as you take it all in, you speak softly, “You shouldn’t have spent so much..”
Jungkook stops, turning to you. His brows furrow slightly, as if he doesn’t understand. With a small chuckle, he leans in, his voice gentle.
“Baby,” he murmurs. “Do you really think I wouldn’t give you the world if I could?”
Your heart stumbles. A small smile making to your face.
Jungkook pulls out your chair, helping you settle before taking his seat across from you. The soft candlelight flickers between you, casting a golden glow over his features.
And the way he’s looking at you? Like you’re the most beautiful thing in the room.
You raise an eyebrow, smiling. “You’re staring.”
Jungkook shrugs, unbothered. “Yeah.”
Your heart stumbles.
The conversation flows easily—laughter, teasing, deep moments that make your chest tighten. And just when you think the night couldn’t get any more romantic, Jungkook stands, offering his hand.
“Dance with me?”
Your eyes widen slightly. “Here?”
He nods toward the open space, where soft music plays in the background. “Why not?”
You hesitate for half a second before slipping your hand into his. Jungkook guides you effortlessly, his touch firm yet gentle. His arms wrap around you, pulling you close, swaying to the soft melody.
Your fingers play with the hair at the nape of his neck, your cheek pressing against his chest.
“I love you,” Jungkook murmurs.
Your heart melts.
You tilt your head up, meeting his gaze. “I love you, too.”
Jungkook’s smile softens before he leans in, pressing a gentle, lingering kiss to your lips.
Everything else fades.
It’s just you, him, and the feeling of being completely and utterly loved.
----
The ride back to the hotel is comfortable, with Jungkook’s fingers lazily tracing patterns on your palm as he holds your hand.
Once inside the room, you kick off your heels, sighing dramatically.
Jungkook chuckles. “Tired?”
You turn to him, smirking. “Emotionally, yes. My husband was incredibly romantic tonight. It was overwhelming.”
Jungkook rolls his eyes, but the tips of his ears turn pink. “Shut up.”
You gasp. “Oh my god, are you blushing?”
He groans, grabbing your waist and pulling you into bed with him.
You yelp, laughing as you land against his chest.
His arms lock around you, holding you close. “Stop talking.”
You grin against his skin. “Never.”
Jungkook sighs dramatically, but his grip tightens.
You shift slightly, tilting your head up to look at him softly, “Seriously, though… tonight was perfect. Thank you.”
His gaze softens. “Anything for you, baby.”
Your heart melts as you snuggle deeper into his warmth.
Jungkook presses a lazy kiss to your forehead.
------------------- Day 7
From the moment you wake up, there’s a heaviness in your chest.
It’s the last day of your trip.
Tomorrow morning, you’ll be on a flight back home, and this dream-like escape with Jungkook will be just… a memory.
You sigh, leaning into his warmth. “I don’t want this to end.”
Jungkook presses a soft kiss to your temple. “We still have the whole day, baby.”
You both decide to just walk..with no specific destination in mind, hand in hand, strolling through the streets, weaving through flower stalls, sharing street food, laughing at nothing. The weather is perfect—bright, breezy, the sky painted in soft blues and wisps of white clouds.
Everywhere you turn, there are vibrant flowers in bloom, colors bursting against the golden buildings.
Jungkook squeezes your hand. “Happy?”
You look up at him, feeling the sun, the wind, the warmth of his palm against yours.
“Very.”
You don’t know how long you walk. Until, you turn a corner—
An open, breathtaking garden.
Sprawling fields of flowers in every shade imaginable. The gentle breeze carries their scent, petals dancing in the wind.
And the sunset—oh, the sunset. Burning gold, soft pinks, and deep purples, stretching endlessly into the horizon.
“...Wow.”
You step forward instinctively, tugging Jungkook’s hand, drawn to the beauty before you.
Your fingers graze the petals of a flower, eyes wide with childlike wonder.
“It’s so beautiful,” you whisper, voice barely above a breath.
Jungkook doesn’t respond.
Because he’s not looking at the flowers. He’s looking at you. The way your hair moves with the wind, strands catching the golden light. The way your lips part slightly in awe, the way your eyes shine with pure happiness.
His chest tightens, something deep and unshakable settling in his heart.
He clicks his camera. Capturing you. this moment, this feeling. The shutter sound makes you turn around, still grinning.
“Kook, this place is amazing, isn’t it?”
Jungkook steps forward, silently plucking a small flower from a nearby bush. gently tucking it behind your ear.
You laugh lightly at the gesture until you notice his expression.
He’s just… watching you.
So much love in his eyes, so much depth, like he’s seeing something more than just this moment. The laughter fades. He leans in without a word.
A soft kiss. Slow. So full of emotion that your heart aches. When he pulls away, you whisper against his lips, breathless. "What was that for?”
Jungkook’s gaze holds yours. He smiles, voice barely above a whisper.
“Just like that.”
----
As the sun lowers into the horizon you're back to the beach, golden hues, the waves lapping gently at the shore.
You and Jungkook sit side by side on the sand, your fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns in it.
His arm rests behind you, his presence warm and comforting. Neither of you speak much, there’s no need to. The silence is peaceful, filled only by the sound of the waves and the distant laughter of kids playing nearby.
Jungkook glances at you, softly smiling. “Feeling better?”
You hum, leaning your head on his shoulder. “Yeah. Today was perfect.”
He presses a kiss to your hair. “Good.”
You both sit there, soaking in the moment, something you never want to forget.
Your attention shifts to the group of kids laughing a little ways down the beach.
Something about their pure, carefree joy makes you smile.
You’re standing up, dusting the sand off your dress.
“I’ll be back.”
Jungkook raises an eyebrow. “Where are you—”
But you’re already walking toward the kids.
Jungkook stays seated, watching as you crouch down to talk to them, as they giggle, as you laugh with them.
Watching as your eyes shine with excitement, your hair catching the evening light, your smile so full of warmth it makes something deep inside him ache.
His chest feels… tight, full. Happy in a way that words can’t describe.
You fully immerse yourself in the game they’re playing, running around, helping them build something in the sand, laughing like a child yourself.
Jungkook can’t take his eyes off you.
After a while, you lean down, whispering something to one of the kids.
The said kid rushes toward him, stopping right in front of him with big, excited eyes.
“Your wife wants to know if you want to play with us!”
Jungkook blinks. And then chuckles, shaking his head, completely endeared.
“Wife, huh?” he muses, standing up and dusting off his pants.
The boy nods eagerly. “She said you have to say yes.”
Jungkook sighs dramatically. “Of course she did.”
But he’s already walking toward you, amusement dancing in his eyes.
“Didn’t even spare the kids, huh?” he teases, wrapping an arm around your waist playfully.
You grin up at him. “Nope.”
Jungkook shakes his head, but he’s smiling—smiling so, so much.
For the next hour, the two of you run through the sand, playing, laughing, losing yourselves in the moment.
Jungkook picks up a kid, spins them around, their giggles echoing through the air. You chase another, only to get caught yourself, falling onto the sand in a fit of laughter. And through it all, Jungkook watches you. His heart aching with love, with something deeper, something infinite.
Because this?
This is what happiness feels like.
The walk back to the hotel is quiet, peaceful, your hearts still full from the evening.
As soon as you step inside, you both head to the bathroom, washing off the sand. Jungkook runs a towel through his damp hair, watching as you step out first.
You make your way to the mirror, fingers reaching up to remove your earrings. Jungkook wraps his arms around you from behind, his chin resting on your shoulder.
Your eyes fall to his hand- the matching ring on his finger. Then to yours. You chuckle softly, turning in his embrace.
"Our fake marriage ends tonight,” you tease, holding up your hand.
Jungkook’s eyes flicker, something unreadable passing through them.
He exhales a soft laugh, shaking his head.
“Not yet,” he murmurs, lifting your hand to his lips. “We still have a few hours left.”
His voice is low, filled with something that makes your breath catch.
He kisses you, like he’s memorizing the way you taste, the way you feel, the way this moment exists.
Jungkook’s hands trail down your back, feather-light, deliberate.
You feel the slow unzip of your dress. You shudder, anticipation curling in your stomach, making your breath hitch.
His lips stay on yours, teasing, soft, even as his fingers push the fabric off your shoulders. The silk slides down your arms, skimming your skin before pooling at your feet.
Jungkook leans back slightly, his darkened gaze sweeping over you. His tongue flicks over his lips, jaw tightening.
You feel warmth creep up your neck. “Jungkook…”
A small smirk tugs at his lips. “You’re shy?”
“Shut up,” you breathe.
He chuckles, shaking his head, but his hands are already lifting you effortlessly. You gasp softly as he carries you to the bed, his grip firm, steady.
Jungkook lays you down gently, hovering above you, his fingers gliding over your skin. His lips follow, trailing soft kisses from your collarbone, across your chest, moving lower. Jungkook takes his time. His mouth brushes against your skin, reverent.
His hands map every curve, every dip, every part of you that he wants to claim. You writhe beneath him, warmth spreading through your body, your fingers threading through his hair.
He looks up, his gaze locking with yours, something intense flickering in his eyes.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, his voice husky, thick with emotion.
Heat coils in your stomach, your heart hammering.
Jungkook smirks softly. “Still shy?”
You bite your lip, refusing to answer, but he just chuckles. Jungkook’s fingers trail down your spine, teasing.
His lips find the sensitive spot on your neck, sucking lightly as his hands slide to your back, unhooking your bra with practiced ease.
The fabric falls away, and his hot mouth lashes onto your breast, tongue swirling, sucking, teasing.
A gasp escapes you, your back arching into him. His hand already trailing lower, over your stomach, between your thighs. His fingers press over your soaked panties, applying just enough pressure to make you squirm.
“So wet for me,” he murmurs, his voice thick with desire.
Your hips lift slightly, desperate for more. Jungkook smirks against your skin, pushing your panties aside before slipping his fingers through your folds.
His touch is gentle but firm, working you open, drawing soft, breathless moans from your lips.
Your fingers tangle into his hair, tugging. “-kook…” His name falls from your lips, breathy, desperate.
That seems to snap something in him. He pulls his fingers out slowly, making you whimper at the loss. You reach for his t-shirt, tugging at it impatiently.
Jungkook doesn’t hesitate. He pulls it over his head, revealing golden skin, hard muscles, the sculpted lines of his chest.
Your hands immediately roam over his torso, feeling every ridge, every flex beneath your touch.
He kisses you again, claiming. As his lips move against yours, you lower your hand, palming him through his pants. Jungkook groans against your mouth, his hips twitching at your touch. Tugging at his waistband, you push his pants down, and he helps, kicking them off.
Your fingers wrap around his thick, heavy length, stroking slowly. Jungkook shudders, his head dropping into the crook of your neck. His hand moves between your legs again, teasing your entrance, feeling just how ready you are.
You grab him, lining him up at your entrance. Jungkook’s gaze meets yours, dark, burning. Your body stretches, molding to fit him perfectly as he pushes in.
A moan rips from your throat, but Jungkook swallows it, his lips pressing against yours. He moves slow, savoring every second, letting you feel everything.
One hand strokes your cheek, his thumb caressing your lower lip. You part your lips, taking his thumb into your mouth, sucking softly.
Jungkook’s eyes darken instantly, his jaw tightening. His pace quickens, thrusts deep and deliberate, every movement pushing you closer to the edge.
Your nails dig into his back, leaving marks that he welcomes.
“I—I'm close,” you whimper, body trembling beneath him.
Jungkook’s breath is ragged, his forehead pressed to yours. “Hold it,” he rasps, his voice raw.
Your body trembles beneath him, every nerve overwhelmed as Jungkook keeps his slow, deep thrusts steady. His breath is hot against your lips, his forehead resting against yours.
Your fingers clutch his back, nails dragging over his skin, and he groans, hips stuttering for a moment. “Jungkook-,” you gasp, legs tightening around his waist.
You whimper, toes curling, mind blurring.
Jungkook leans down, capturing your lips in a desperate kiss, swallowing your moans. His thumb trails between your bodies, finding that sensitive spot, rubbing slow, teasing circles.
You arch into him, body tightening.
“Now,” he breathes, voice low, commanding. “Come with me, baby.”
He thrusts deep, hitting exactly where you need him. Your body shatters, waves of pleasure crashing over you, moans spilling from your lips as you fall apart beneath him.
Jungkook groans deeply, burying his face in your neck as his release follows, hips jerking, his body shaking with the force of it.
He holds you so tight, as if trying to keep this moment frozen in time. Both of you pant heavily, bodies tangled together, skin sticky with sweat.
Jungkook stays inside you, his weight warm, loving.
His arms wrap snugly around your waist, pressing slow, lazy kisses to your shoulder, your collarbone, anywhere he can reach.
Your fingers tangle in his damp hair, trailing softly, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breath.
Your heart is still racing. After a moment, he lifts his head, his dark eyes finding yours, heavy with something deep, something endless.
You smile, tired but content. “What?”
Jungkook just stares, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face. His fingers trace soft, absentminded patterns over your skin, the other still intertwined with yours.
He speaks, softer than a whisper, almost like an afterthought, “Do you want to marry me again after this trip?”
A soft, breathless laugh escapes you. “What?”
Jungkook doesn’t waver. His hold tightens slightly, thumb brushing against your knuckles. A little more hesitant, but still so full of love,
“Do you want to marry me, Y/N?”
The weight of his words settles over you overwhelming and all-consuming.
Your lips part slightly, heart stuttering.
But then you realize something.
You stare at him for a moment, and then, to his surprise, a soft chuckle slips past your lips.
Jungkook’s brows furrow slightly, confused.
“Jungkook…” you murmur, biting your lip, eyes twinkling. “Did you really just propose to me in this situation?”
His ears turn red instantly. A soft groan escapes him as he buries his face in your shoulder.
“Just answer,” he mumbles, voice muffled against your skin.
Your chest tightens filled with warmth, so full of love you can barely contain it.
Cupping his face, you bite back a bigger smile, your voice soft-
“Don’t you already know the answer?”
Jungkook’s breath catches. He murmurs, softer this time.
“I want to hear it.”
You pull him down, your lips brushing against his as you whisper,
“Yes. I’ll marry you again, husband.”
His breath shudders—something raw, something so full of love it nearly breaks you.
He's kissing you.
Slow. Endless.
Like a promise, like a vow, like something unbreakable. His hands tighten around yours, fingers lacing together.
Genre - 18+ established relationship au, fluff, smut MDNI
Wc - 3.8k
Warnings - pussy gf whipped jungkook 😋, lots of kissing n marking, dom jk, drunk jkayy, Explicit smut - unprotected sex, oral (m receiving), gagging, jungkook films oc while she gives him a head, big d jk, dirty talking, praises, hair pulling, fingering, riding, overstimulation, man handling, nipple play, sucking, it's just filth romance sorry😭, flufff at the end, cuddling, a lil marriage talk
a/n - we're still simping over this iconic live, right😭🙇♀️
Your thumb presses to the scanner and the door to your boyfriend’s house unlocks. Jungkook had your fingerprint added in his new house too. It’s a bigger thing for you than he probably even realizes. It's so deeply intimate, which is always reminded to you every time you come here.
It’s past midnight. Way past actually. You weren't actually in a deep sleep, that is why when you woke with Jungkook’s notification asking if you were awake (which usually translates to him asking you to come over), you were already up throwing on a hoodie and leggings.
There have been too many nights like this to count. Usually him or his brother dropping you off at his house during late nights when schedules didn’t line up, or he’d just want to hold you or he’d be tipsy and overly affectionate. You never complain.
If anything, you secretly love that he reaches out to you whenever he needs you.
You got to know on the way by his brother that he's been doing a live. Which you could only watch some of it in the car before he ended it. But, you did hear about a lot from his brother which made you curious. He’d been free. A little reckless. Completely himself.
And you’d felt..proud.
It takes a certain kind of courage to let the world see you without polish.
You slip your shoes off and walk down the hallway, where you find your boyfriend leaning against the kitchen counter, hair falling into his eyes with a lazy grin as he talks into his phone.
Phone.
Did he start another live?
You’re almost certain you watched him end it.
He tilts his head back and laughs again, completely unaware of you standing there.
You move closer, as silent as you can.
“Babyyy.”
Fuck.
Your eyes snap to the phone in his hand.
Are millions of people losing their minds in the middle of the night as to whom jeon jungkook is calling baby?
You're so fucking not mentally prepared to get your relationship public, especially like this.
You dart sideways trying to duck behind the wall, anything. Your foot catches nothing and you stumble, hand slapping over your mouth to muffle the squeak.
“What are you doing?” he asks, confused at your reaction.
You mouth at him urgently, "Is it live?"
He exhales a laugh after realising. “Baby, relax,” he says, shaking his head, turning the phone for you to see the screen. “It’s Taehyung.” The relief that leaves your body is almost embarrassing.
It's funny how quickly he ends the call and his hands are on you so fast
- except nothing’s funny when he’s looking at you like that.
One arm hooks around your waist and yanks you in until you slam against his chest. The other hand grabs your jaw, fingers digging into your cheeks as you feel the cold diamond rings against it.
He kisses you with all lips and tongue pushing in like he’s pissed he waited this long. He tastes like strong whiskey and something sweet. His lips feel hot, as he tries to taste every inch of the inside of your mouth in the messy makeout.
You gasp, trying to breath in just a second, hands flying up to his chest. You feel the way his abs flex when you grab fistfuls of his shirt. The hand on your jaw slides back, fingers tangling rough in your hair, tugging your head back so he can angle deeper. His tongue fucks against yours, slow and filthy now, matching the way his hips roll forward. You feel him hard, pressing right against your lower belly through the jeans.
His hand leaves your hair, sliding down over your hip as he grabs a handful of your ass and squeezes, pulling you up onto your toes so your core grinds right against his thigh. You can’t help the broken moan that slips out.
“Did you watch my live?”
Your knees wobble as he breaks the kiss to drag his open mouth down your jaw, teeth grazing with a bite, making you whimper.
“A little,” you murmur. “On the way here.”
“Oppa told me there's a high chance your company's gonna lose their mind after watching this live.”
He tch’s, tugging your bottom lip before letting go.
“Don’t care,” he mutters, hands sliding up under your hoodie, palms warm on your bare back. You're definitely more turned on by how unbothered he sounds. “Good,” you whisper back.
He doesn’t let the kiss break as he hooks one arm under your ass, the other around your back and scoops you up. Your legs wrap around his waist on instinct, ankles locking at the small of his back.
He walks you to his couch, groaning low into your mouth when you roll your hips without meaning to, chasing the friction where he’s already so fucking hard against you.
He drops down, hands everywhere at once-greedy and impatient. Rough palm dragging over and squeezing your breast. The other stays locked on your ass, guiding your hips to grind against his lap.
You’re both a mess already- sweaty, mouths never fully separating. His arm stretches behind you, fumbling blindly and when he brings it back, there’s a sticky-sweet lollipop pressing your bottom lip.
“Open.”
Your lips part as you wrap your mouth around it sucking around it slowly. Your eyes stay locked on his the whole time and his pupils darken instantly.
The hand on your breast tightens, thumb brushing rough over your nipple through your hoodie. You pull off with a wet pop while he snatches it back, shoving it straight into his own mouth.
You push both hands flat against his chest and slide off his lap as your knees hit the floor between his spread thighs. He widens his legs more, making room for you.
The obvious bulge strains against the zipper. You lean in pressing your palm flat over the length of him through the jeans which makes him hiss.
Your lips brushes the strip of bare skin right above his waistband where his shirt’s ridden up, tongue flicking out to taste his skin. Your hand stays pressed on his cock, thumb dragging slow along the underside, teasing the ridge you can feel even through the fabric.
He groans, fingers threading rough into your hair as he curses under his breath, the lollipop clicking against his teeth when he bites down on it as you press harder.
“Keep teasing like that and I’m gonna come in these fucking pants before you even touch me properly.” His fingers tighten in your hair, tugging to make you look up at him.
You drag your tongue in a lazy line down toward the waistband. “Want me to stop?” you ask innocently, even as your fingers start working the button of his jeans.
He laughs almost angry. “Don’t you fucking dare.”
He helps you remove it and brings them down until it’s bunched around his ankles. His cock springs free -thick, slapping up against the flat plane of his stomach with a wet smack, veins bulging along the shaft as the tip already leaks shiny bead of precum. Your thighs press together on instinct, trying to ease the sudden ache, but it only makes it worse.
He lets out a smug chuckle reaching down to wrap a hand around the base of his cock, giving it one lazy stroke.
You don’t make him wait as you lean in. One hand wraps around the base where his own just was.
He’s so thick your mouth waters instantly.
You place open-mouthed kiss right to the underside, tongue flicking out to trace the thick vein that runs from base to tip. “Don’t tease,” he warns, hand coming to the back of your head.
You open your mouth wider and take him in, swirling your tongue around the slit to lap up every drop leaking out. He groans, head falling back against the couch.
You sink down further, lips stretching around him, cheeks hollowing as you take more. Halfway down and he’s already hitting the back of your throat.
“Goddamn, baby,” he rasps, fingers tightening in your hair. “So fucking good. Take it all- yeah, fuck, just like that.”
You pull back with string of spit connects your lips to the head for a second before you dive back down, bobbing your head faster. Hand stroking what your mouth can’t reach. He thrusts up into your mouth, fucking your face just enough to make your eyes water. “Look at me,” he growls.
You glance up through wet lashes. His thumb brushes over your cheekbone. “My good girl. Taking my cock so pretty.”
His fingers twist tighter in your hair, gathering it all in one rough fist at the back of your head. He slowly guides your mouth down further down a little. You gag a little.
Spit pools at the corners of your lips, dripping messy down your chin.
“Should I do another live, hmm?” his hips rocking a bit deeper.
“Let the whole fucking world see how my beautiful girl is on her knees for me,” he rasps, tugging your hair again to make you look up at him through blurry lashes. “How pretty you look choking on my cock. Letting everyone know I’m taken. You’re mine. I’m yours. Fuck—”
You can’t answer- mouth too full. Your core clenches so hard you almost whimper around him. You have no fucking idea what would actually happen if he actually did it. but right now the fantasy alone is enough to make you dizzy.
You pull off him with a gasp- needing air. Strings of spit connect your swollen lips to his glistening tip. You’re panting, chest heaving when you look up.
He’s got a phone in his free hand- camera pointed down at you. Oh my god-
“Jungko—”
You start to scramble back with wide eyes but his grip in your hair keeps you right there.
He chuckles at your cute freakout.
“Relax, baby,” he says, thumb brushing over your cheek to wipe away a tear you didn’t even realize fell. “It’s for my eyes only.”
He guides you back down and you moan around his length involuntarily, the vibration making his hips jerk.
“Eyes on me, baby.”
You look up- straight into the lens, straight into him, mouth working harder. Jungkook's head tips back for a second before he looks down again.
“That’s it,” he praises, thumb stroking your cheek. “My good fucking girl." His thumb brushes your cheek, almost tender, even as his hips rock shallow into your mouth.
“So fucking pretty,” he murmurs with a wrecked voice. every word makes you clench around nothing.
“Gonna come—fuck, baby. Gonna fill that pretty mouth. Be my good girl and take it all?”
You hum around him. The phone lands somewhere on the couch while he places the lollipop back in the whiskey glass. Both hands in your hair now as his fists tighten around them.
“Fuck—fuck, baby—take it—”
He groans your name like a curse as he spills into your mouth and you swallow instinctively. You stay on your knees panting with lips swollen and shiny, chin messy with spit and him.
His thumb traces your bottom lip. “Come here.”
He hauls you up, wrapping around you, pulling you into his lap so you’re straddling him again. His mouth crashes into yours immediately- kissing you deep, tasting himself on your tongue.
“Gonna fuck you so good,” he mutters against your lips, hands already sliding under your hoodie, shoving it up. His fingers hook into the waistband of your pants tugging impatiently. You stand up letting them down.
Before you get back to straddle him, he's flipping you around fast. Your back slams against his chest, ass settling right over his cock. His mouth latching onto the side of your throat, biting down hard enough to make you gasp.
His hand slides between your thighs. Fingers drag slow over the drenched swollen slit. You let out a broken whimper- hips twitching forward into his touch.
“So fucking sensitive,” he murmurs against your neck.
You grind back pressing your ass against his cock, feeling him harden under you again. “No,” he growls, free hand clamping down on your hip to still you. “Need to prep you first, baby. Gonna hurt my girl if I don’t open you up nice.”
Whether drunk or sober, Jungkook has rarely fucked without prepping you, saying you'd get hurt otherwise, which you indeed can't deny because even after all these years you still haven't been accustomed to his size.
Two fingers slide through your folds, gathering all the wetness before pushing both at once.
You let a sharp moan. Your walls clench hard around the intrusion. “So wet, baby.”
He pumps his fingers fast, pressing right against that spot that makes your vision blur. “Jungkoo—” you gasp, head thrown back harder against his shoulder. He gladly sucks a fresh mark into your skin while his fingers fuck into you faster. His thumb finds your clit and your whole body jerks.
Your moans turn into his name- broken and desperate—as the orgasm crashes through you. Your thighs shake violently, hips jerking in uncontrollable little spasms against his palm.
His fingers keep moving gently as he places soft kisses on your shoulder, the side of your neck, then up to your jaw. “Shh, baby,” he murmurs between them, soothing even though he’s still knuckle-deep in you. “I’ve got you."
You’re twitching from the overstimulation, every nerve on fire. Your hand flies down to grab his wrist, fingers wrapping tight around it in a weak attempt to stop him.
You turn in his lap as his fingers slip out- arms looping around his neck for support.
His mouth never leaves you, soothing kisses trail everywhere- your collarbone, the hollow of your throat. One hand slides under the hem of your hoodie tugging it over your head. Your breasts spill free, nipples already hard and aching from everything.
Jungkook dips his head, mouth covering one instantly. Tongue flicks over the peak, then swirls slow circles that make your back arch. You moan needy- fingers flying up to fist in his hair, tugging hard enough to make him groan against your skin, hips rolling forward instinctively, grinding your still-sensitive core against his cock. He’s fully hard again now, thick and leaking against your thigh.
He switches to the other nipple—while one hand cups the first breast, thumb rolling over the swollen peak.
You moan while your fingers fumble at the buttons of his black shirt. Jungkook shrugs it off. Your hands immediately drags down his chest slow- tracing every ridge, every line of muscle, every coloured tattoos on his arm.
“Wanna ride you,” you breathe out the words for him.
“Yeah?” he leans back a little against the couch. His hands find your hips. “Go on, baby. Take what you want.”
Your fingers wrap around his base as you guide him right to your entrance. The head nudges your folds, before you start to sink down.
You both moan at the same time- broken sounds tangling together. it burns in the best way, filling you up inch by inch until your ass meets his thighs. Your head falls forward onto his shoulder, nails digging into his shoulders.
He rubs a soothing hand up your back down to your spine.
You take your sweet time adjusting to the feeling of him and find a rhythm. Jungkook’s head tips back against the couch. His hands always guiding you.
“Fuck—yeah, just like that,” he praises, voice rough. “Look at you riding me so pretty. My good girl."
You speed up even as your thighs feel burning, breasts bouncing with every movement; Jungkook leans forward to catch one in his mouth again, sucking hard while his hand slides around to grip your ass, spreading you open a little so he can thrust up to meet you.
“Goddamn, baby,” he growls against your nipple. “So tight.”
Your nails rake down his back, definitely leaving red lines over. He hisses, bucking up harder.
The couch creaks under you both, wet sounds mixing with your shared moans.
“Fuck—look at you, my love, my sweetheart.”
One thing you've come to known and loved all these years is that Jungkook is very vocal during sex. And loves to hear you as much. You clench around him at his praises. His mouth drags up your neck. Messy and desperate.
“All mine,” he mutters, hot breath fanning over your skin. “All fucking mine.”
“Speak to me, baby,” he growls biting down on your throat, as he marks you. His tongue soothes the sting right after.
Your head falls back, body trembling as you grind down harder. “Kook—” you gasp, voice cracking. “-yours. All yours. Only yours.”
“Good." His thumb finds your clit.
“Fuck—Jungkook—I'm-” you whimper, nails raking down his back.
He bites your earlobe as he whispers hot against it. “Come for me. Come all over me. Let me hear how much you love being mine.”
He thrusts sharper up into you, meeting every bounce, filling you over and over while his thumb doesn’t let up on your clit.
You moan his name like a prayer as the orgasm rips through you. He follows right after, chasing his own high as he fills you up.
You collapse forward, tears pricking your eyes as your forehead drops to his shoulder, body twitching with aftershocks.
Jungkook holds you tight against him, lips finding your temple, your cheek, your lips. One hand slides up your back, stroking you, while the other cups the back of your head, fingers threading gently through your hair.
“Shh.” he whispers against your temple. “I’m here, baby.”
His hand keeps rubbing your back, warm palm sliding up and down.
“You okay?” he asks quietly. “Too much?”
You manage a small, shaky nod against his shoulder, nuzzling closer as your arms loop around his neck weakly.
He smiles against your hair. “Love you so fucking much. You know that, right?"
He keeps whispering sweet nothings while his hands never stop moving. Your head is tucked under his chin, cheek pressed to the warm skin of his chest. His cock is still inside you- soft now, but he hasn’t made any move to pull out, and neither have you.
“Baby,” he murmurs after a moment.
You hum lazily, nosing into the crook of his neck. “Mmm?”
"Don’t you think it’s time... we should.. you know. After the tour maybe. Make us public.”
You almost still at his words, lifting your head to look at him, to figure if he's drunk talking. but when his eyes meet yours, all you find is an honest confession.
He cups your face with one hand, thumb stroking your cheek so gently. “I don’t want us to be a secret anymore, y/n,” he says. “I want to love you in front of the whole world. Want to hold your hand when we walk somewhere. Want to kiss you whenever I feel like it. Want everyone to know you’re mine and I’m yours.”
You almost whisper out his name, “kook..”, barely there.
He mistakes the hesitation for doubt. His face falls a fraction.
“It’s okay if you don’t want it. I just… I don’t know. I… forget it, never mind—”
You stop him with a kiss- cutting off his ramble.
When you pull back, you keep your forehead pressed to his. “Jungkook,” you say softly. “I..I want it too.”
His eyes search yours. “But.." You swallow, trying to find the words. “I’m scared. It’s a big step.”
“I know, baby. I know,” his hand soothes down your waist. “But you’ve got me. I’m always here. We’ll do it together. Whatever happens, we face it together.”
His nose brushes yours. “I don’t want fans to find out about us directly on our wedding day.”
You swear your heart has never flipped so bad. Heat floods your cheeks so fast you feel dizzy.
Of course, you've talked about the future before. Half-asleep cute whispers about houses, kids, growing old together. Beautiful, dreamy talks.
But bringing up “the wedding” talk in a serious conversation hasn't happened before. and It’s doing things to you. Your eyes sting, feeling overwhelmed from so many ways.
His lips find your cheek as he speaks against it. “What, you don’t want to marry me?”
You swat his chest lightly at his obvious teasing and immediately bury your face in the crook of his neck again, hiding the heat in your cheeks. He chuckles as his arms tighten around you.
One day soon- he thinks.
He’s gonna do it.
Tell the world he’s in love. that he's drowned in love. In you.
Tell them you’re his.
He’ll get to hold you in public. Post a photo of your intertwined fingers.
and kiss you whenever he wants to.
He’ll get to love you out loud.
Soon.
Jungkook presses a lingering kiss to the crown of your head.
( 𝓗𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐘𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐇𝐀𝐒𝐄 ) 𝗷𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗸𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝘅 𝗳𝗲𝗺!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿. ˖Ი𐑼⋆ nsfw +++ mdni. your now husband is so hopelessly obsessed with you that on your very first night as his wife, he plants the seeds of your future deep inside you.
the waves are crashing right outside the villa, but the only sound filling the room is the wet slaps of skin against skin and the broken way you’re gasping for air.
you are officially mrs. jeon, and your husband had been repeating it like a mantra all night, burying its reality deep inside your body. this whole exotic resort and the massive seaside mansion he booked for the honeymoon are breathtaking, but JUNGKOOK hasn't looked at the ocean once. his entire world is narrowed down to you pinned beneath him, completely wrecked in the best way possible. your waterproof mascara is ruined, leaving dark trails down your cheeks as happy tears mix with the sweat on your skin. your lipstick is smudged past your lip line, your mouth swollen and bruised from how hard he’s been kissing you.
"gukk... please, i-" you murmur through tears and breathy moans, your hands trembling as you claw at his biceps, your nails digging deep into the hard muscle of his arms just to hold on. "i can't… it's too much, baby, please…"
"you thought we were done, right?" he grunts, his chest heaving as he looks down at exactly where your bodies connect. he’s completely breathless, eyes dark and blown out with pure devotion that may seem like an obsession. "my love, we’re not done… i said i’m not done, understand?"
wrapping your legs tight around his waist, locking him in because you want him even deeper so he can erase every shred of space between you, and jungkook happily obliges. he grips your hips, the veins in his forearms bulging as he pins you down and thrusts his cock into you with a devastating force. it pleasantly hurts, a stretching ache that makes your vision go entirely white.
you’ve made love before, fucked until the sunrise on countless weekends, but tonight is a beautiful finality. you belong to him, and he belongs to you. jungkook is a yearner at his core, a man who has dreamed for this exact moment, and now that the gold band is solid on his finger, his love has spilled over and over until it rearranged your dna. you are so gentle, so mesmerising, so completely his, and the realization that he finally gets to keep you forever has driven him insane.
"look at you," he rasps, catching a tear with his thumb, smearing the black ink across your cheekbone, driving himself into you so slowly that it makes you sob. "look how good you're taking me. so pretty for me... my beautiful and perfect wife."
your mind is entirely gone to the point of hysteria, full to the absolute brim. the stars behind your closed eyelids are brighter than the night sky outside the window. you wouldn't even be surprised if a baby started growing inside you after tonight, because he is fucking you with the intent of really trying to leave his mark so deep it alters something in your womb.
you’re so tired, but he keeps pounding into you, his pace quickening as the sensation builds. he’s obsessed with you, praising your tight cunt for taking him so well, and that's one way to say it, as the weight of his love feels heavy enough to drown in.
"i'm gonna fill you up, yeah?" punishing your sweet spots until you’re shaking all over. "you're mine now, and i'm putting a baby in you, hm?"
delivering a few more devastating thrusts before his whole body goes rigid. jungkook throws his head back, a loud groan tearing from his throat as he unloads completely deep inside you. his cock is pulsating hard and pumping thick, warm waves of cum directly against your cervix, sealing the deal of your marriage in the filthiest way possible, as it floods you to overflowing. his release triggers your own orgasm, milking him for every last drop as you sob out his name.
he collapses on top of you, completely spent, burying his face in your neck as his cock twitches inside you, kissing the wet trail of your tears, whispering how much he loves you over and over against your skin. his heart hammering against your ribs, looking down at you with a gaze full of softness and adoration. nine months from now, you’ll remember this as the night your husband loved you until there was nothing left of either of you.
"thank you for marrying me..." wrapping his arms tight around you, locking your bodies together as the mess continues to pool between your thighs, his voice dropping to a tired whimper. "i love you so much."
and you know he loves you to an extreme amount because the moment you are back home, you have to start clearing out that spare room next to your bedroom. why? well, to build a nursery for the legacy he just planted deep inside your womb, the sweet consequence of his devotion already becoming your future.
he wants this ~friends~ dynamic with us so badly that he even created an entire imaginary conversation to illustrate it LAKSLAKSALS 🥹 but everytime he tries to build some kind of human connection with us, there are always a few disgusting lunatics who ruin it for everyone
