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BUNNY ‖ three

While hanging out with Taehyung and his friends at your place, you receive a notification about Bunny putting on a show soon.

⤑ word count: 9.5k ⤑ pairing: jungkook x reader ⤑ genre: smut, camboy!au, angst, friends to lovers ⤑ warnings: smut (unprotected intercourse, masturbation); jk is still shy, the oc is acting dumb, taehyung is still the pushy friend; a lot of nastiness all around (jk is putting on a show and the oc is watching), the oc joins the stream; lots of dirty talk ⤑ rating: 18+ ⤑ prev. chapter ‖ next chapter ‖ masterlist

When you got home from the gym two weeks after having sex with Jungkook in a bathroom stall—clearly, not one of your proudest moments—you found him drinking with your roommate and Jimin in the living room. Seeing him there with his friends wasn’t exactly what you were hoping for, not after the radio silence the last couple of weeks.

It didn’t help that Jungkook was wearing tight black jeans and was practically lying on the sofa with his legs spread wide, which gave you a great view of his thighs and crotch. The fact that you looked made you feel like a pervert. Why were you even thinking about it? Jungkook was the last thing you should have been thinking about.

However, two weeks passed since you’d had an orgasm, so you couldn’t help but sneak a glance Jungkook’s way. The reason for your new dry spell was mostly you being busy with work but it was also you not wanting to be the one to text Jungkook first. Hell no.

You two had sex, you clearly had chemistry, so you didn’t get why Jungkook didn’t even text you afterward. He seemed really eager to fuck you that night and it sounded like he was worried about you being interested in him. Then, he did a 180 and completely ignored you after. Jungkook had a great dick and was a nice guy, but that didn’t mean you should throw away your dignity and start chasing him. You weren’t that desperate for human contact.

So, instead of paying attention to your failed two-night stand, you greeted the whole group and tried to make your way to your bedroom as fast as possible, but of course Taehyung’s big mouth had to interfere. He wouldn’t be Taehyung if he didn’t have a snarky comment for each situation, which is why you usually loved the dude. Not that night.

“I get that Jimin and I will get a simple “hi”, but Jungkook?” Taehyung pretended to be shocked, placing his hand over his heart while staring at you. Then, he turned to Jungkook with a smirk on his face. “Guess you weren’t that impressive.”

Oh, so they knew? You weren’t sure if everyone was in on it or not. Of course, they knew about the first time but ever since you texted Taehyung saying you weren’t interested, their childish jokes stopped. Nobody even mentioned Jungkook in your presence until that night.

However, you couldn’t avoid them these last couple of weeks, so you had a feeling these two fools knew you had sex with their friend again. Besides, when Jungkook offered his hand and got you away from the table, you knew everyone would jump to conclusions about where you two were going.

Jimin laughed loudly at the “joke” and then threw a cushion at Taehyung while Jungkook tongued his cheek and simply glared at you, deciding not to say anything back, which was a smart decision.

“I don’t want to say anything to any guy in front of you,” you spat the words at your roommate with a grin. “You kind of have a talent for ruining everything for people. Anyway, I just came from the gym so I’ll go take shower. Be nice!”

You slammed the door behind you when you heard Jimin suggesting that Jungkook should ask you if he could join. The fact that the idea sent shivers down your spine was stupid, mostly because he hadn’t shown any interest in you since you two last hooked up.

If Jungkook had texted you, all this teasing wouldn’t be a problem, if you were being honest. However, since he didn’t, it was awkward because it seemed like Jungkook wasn’t interested anymore. It was embarrassing to be around him when you knew he was the only guy who could make you come during sex, which would effectively make him the best sex you’ve ever had, and yet, he seemed to have lost interest in you after sleeping with you twice.

But then again, this outcome was completely expected. After all, Taehyung always talked about Jungkook as if he was just trying to get laid, so you don’t even know why you thought it would happen again and again. You wanting to fuck his brains out wasn’t a reason for him to put in some effort. Jungkook got what he wanted twice—maybe he now wanted something else.

Despite all of the awkwardness, you joined the guys an hour later. You were hungry, thirsty, and tired of hiding in your room just because some guy you slept with was drinking in your living room. Besides, you remembered that Jungkook was probably more embarrassed than you and that was what made you join them. Why should you feel bad about him being here? Jungkook chose to come to your place, so he should be the one to feel awkward, not the other way around.

Luckily, Taehyung kept his mouth shut this time around and Namjoon arrived in the meantime, so you had an unbiased person to talk to, someone who wouldn’t throw around comments about Jungkook and you every couple of minutes.

Sometime later, a couple of other friends arrived, including some girls, and Taehyung informed you that they’d be going to the club in an hour or so, which wasn’t a problem. It only meant that you had an hour to put up with Jungkook being there and try to avoid comments about him as much as you could.

You noticed him sneaking glances your way a couple of times, even if you knew there was no point in thinking you’d get to come because of his hands again. You weren’t going to let the stares go to your head.

Namjoon went to get some ice from the kitchen, so you joined him because you wanted to use any excuse you could to leave the room, and you felt Jungkook’s eyes following you from the second you two got up.

Of course, nothing would happen between you and Namjoon—you learned your lesson about hooking up with Taehyung’s friends. Namjoon was just the only person there who didn’t seem to know or care about your and Jungkook’s thing, so it felt refreshing to talk to someone who could talk about anything else other than your private life.

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A couple of drinks in, you found yourself sitting on the sofa alone because one of the girls asked Namjoon to show her where the ice is, which you took as a sign of her wanting to get Namjoon alone, and you weren’t the one to cockblock people. You took the hint and let them leave to the kitchen, which meant you ended up alone on the sofa.

You could feel Jungkook staring at you as soon as the two of them got up and left, but when you finally gave in and looked at him, Jungkook looked away and started to type something on his phone. Was he trying to play games with you?

If Jungkook texted you then, after ignoring you for two weeks, you’d probably blow up and tell him to fuck off. Yeah, he was cute and extremely attractive in this tight black outfit, but you weren’t that easy or desperate.

Contrary to your expectations, Jungkook didn’t text you, which did sting a little bit. Why stare at you and get you to look at him just to start texting someone else? Weird.

The thing that stung more, however, was the email you’d received: Bunny was live-streaming tonight.

Before you knew Jungkook was Bunny, this type of notification would get you excited, which was kind of pathetic now that you thought about it. What kind of an adult female gets happy hearing some random guy would jerk off online and let her watch? Sad, truly. Thankfully, those days were behind you—not by choice, clearly—but, at the time, you couldn’t come without assistance, and watching Bunny was the only thing that helped.

To be honest, fucking him helped too, but that clearly wasn’t an option anymore. Nowadays, neither was watching him, sadly. You couldn’t join the stream now that you knew Jungkook was Bunny, especially not after sleeping with him. You just couldn’t see yourself running to your room and turning on the live stream while knowing the guy on the other end of the screen was Jungkook, and that you fucked him, and that he couldn’t even text you after. It ruined the whole thing for you.

The thing was, Jungkook hadn’t posted as Bunny ever since that night you realized he was Bunny and he found out you knew about it. The last time you two talked, he told you he wasn’t posting anymore because he thought showing his naked body online would ruin his chances with you or something along those lines. You didn’t really remember the night as clearly as you hoped you would, but you knew Jungkook mentioned something like that.

Well, Jungkook wasn’t worried about that anymore, and he made it clear by sending the email to his audience. He notified his fanbase that he’d be putting on a show soon, obviously no longer worrying about his chances with you, which was another sign of him not caring about this thing of yours.

You wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of watching, though. Jungkook wasn’t the only man out there, and you could move on. There were a bunch of other cam boys on the internet who could bring you the same type of excitement and pleasure, and you didn’t know them in real life, which was even better.

As if Taehyung sensed something was wrong, he plopped down on the sofa next to you and wrapped his arm around your shoulders, pulling you in closer to give your temple a peck. Ah, he was tipsy! Whenever Taehyung got drunk, he got touchy-feely with those he cared about, which included you. You weren’t about to complain—you’d take his emotional side over the teasing one any day.

“Sorry if I was being mean earlier,” your roommate whispered at you, even though there was no need—Jungkook had already gone somewhere and wouldn’t hear a word of your conversation. “I was just wondering what was going on.”

“I’m not lying to you when I say nothing,” you admitted with a grin, hoping Taehyung would finally realize you were telling the truth. If something was going on, you’d share it with him—you weren’t doing something you had to hide. Of course, except the whole Bunny thing, but that was something you’d both take to the grave with you.

“Yeah, I figured that,” Taehyung grimaced, showing you he wasn’t happy about that turn of events. You knew that in his perfect world, all his friends would be happy and have tons of sex, of course. After all, it was his perfect world. “Things between you do seem kind of dry if I can say that, and I don’t get it.”

“It’s okay,” you patted Taehyung’s thigh. For some reason, you felt like you had to comfort him, and not the other way around. “Don’t worry about it, we’re both adults, right?”

“You are, but…” Taehyung leaned in and accidentally head-butted you, which just showed how drunk he was. “Sorry. I’m just trying to say that Jungkook has a lot less experience than you when it comes to talking to folks, so take that into account, too, before leaving him out of the picture.”

“What, his generation doesn’t know how to text?” You spat the words back with a chuckle, hoping you didn’t sound upset because you weren’t. Jungkook had every right not to give a fuck about you, but the fact that your friend was trying to put in a good word and pretend the guy can’t even text you was just too much. “Please!”

“Not when he’s really into someone, I think,” Taehyung gave you a wink and then got up. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I think it’s time we leave for the club or I’ll just pass out here and miss out on all the fun.”

The other people agreed with Taehyung that it was time to leave, and you and Jungkook were the only ones who said they wouldn’t be going out. Taehyung expected you to say no because you’d already told him you didn’t feel like going out, but he didn’t think Jungkook wasn’t going. He gave his friend a questioning look but dropped it as soon as Jungkook quickly shook his head, clearly not in the mood to explain himself.

Well, Taehyung clearly wasn’t on Bunny’s mailing list, or he would have understood why Jungkook didn’t feel like going. He had a show to put on, money to make, women to enchant!, you thought to yourself and almost snickered. You wondered how Taehyung would feel about the whole Bunny thing. He’d probably be very supportive while also teasing the hell out of Jungkook whenever he could.

“Are you staying behind with Jungkook?” Taehyung whispered at you when he took you to the side seconds before leaving the apartment. “You can tell me!”

“No, Taehyung,” you sighed, getting a bit annoyed. It wasn’t Taehyung’s fault, though. One look at him told you he was wasted, so you simply chuckled and patted his shoulders. “Dude, we’ve just had this conversation. Let it go, okay? Jungkook and I are not as close as you think we are.”

“Okay, be all secretive about it, then. Don’t let me in. Have a secret life with my friend I know nothing about,” Taehyung raised both hands in the air and then shouted loud enough for Jungkook to hear. “You two have fun!”

With that, the group started leaving the apartment and you noticed that Jungkook was lingering on. Did he have an end goal, or did he just want to let his friends leave and then sprint out himself and avoid talking to you? Obviously, he couldn’t go out, not when he notified all his fans that he’d be live streaming.

Despite your expectations, Jungkook was the last one left in the apartment, and it seemed like he just didn’t have the intention to leave. Instead, he stood in the middle of the living room and waited for you to close the door behind Namjoon, who was the last to leave after giving you a hug and thanking you for your patience around that many drunk people. Always so sensible. You wondered why Taehyung hadn’t introduced him to you sooner, long before the thing with Jungkook ever happened.

You closed the door and looked at Jungkook questioningly, waiting for him to say something. After all, he was the one standing in your living room after all his friends left, so it was his turn to speak up, no matter how nervous he was. What did he want from you?

“Need help cleaning up?” Jungkook asked after clearing his throat.

Then, he looked around the living room, as if he was trying to show you that you did need his help. He was right, though. The group did leave a bit of a mess behind and it would take you a while to get everything to the kitchen, wash the dishes, and clean the table. You knew that Taehyung would wake up tomorrow afternoon and you wouldn’t be able to put up with the mess until then.

“Sure,” you said and started grabbing as many cups as you could and quickly bringing them to the kitchen.

You’d already decided you weren’t going to do dishes tonight, not after the busy day at work and then the workout at the gym, but you were going to clean up the living room. There was nothing worse than getting up in the morning and having to deal with a mess you didn’t even make.

While placing the dishes in the sink, you wondered if you should ask Jungkook about the stream and why he decided to do it again. It could be seen as you prying into his life, which you really didn’t want to do. Was it any of your business?

But then again, you two needed to act friendly after everything. It’s not like he let you down in some way or broke a promise. After all, the two of you were still Taehyung’s closest friends and that wasn’t going to change. You had to be friendly with each other, at least.

Jungkook joined you in the kitchen soon after with his hands full of cups and placed them in the sink without a word. The next time he came back, Jungkook brought over all the alcohol that Taehyung and his friends left in the living room, placing it back on the shelf the bottles usually occupied. He’d been at the apartment a million times before, so he knew his way around without you having to tell him anything.

“That’s the last of it,” Jungkook informed you when he was done.

With that, he walked back out into the living room, which made you wonder why Jungkook was going back there instead of home. Was he planning on staying? With you? Why? Wasn’t his live-stream supposed to start soon?

You wanted to get some answers, so you followed Jungkook into the living room. When he noticed that you were glaring at him from the kitchen door, Jungkook turned to face you as he made himself comfortable on the sofa.

“What?” He looked at you, clearly confused as to why you were staring at him as if him sitting down instead of leaving after everyone left wasn’t completely out of character. “We’re not going to talk?”

“Talk about what?” You asked, linking your arms across your chest and staying away from Jungkook and his hot body and that smile that told you he was so fucking confident all of a sudden. What the hell happened in the last half an hour that made him act this way?

“You seem kind of upset with me, so maybe that,” Jungkook suggested.

You then realized he was putting on this confident facade, but his nervousness was starting to show—he was rubbing his palms against his thighs as he waited for you to say something. Of course, Jungkook didn’t like being the center of attention, and he sure was now because you didn’t look away from his face even once.

“I’m sorry if I seem upset,” you sighed, realizing that you were acting kind of bitchy towards someone just because things didn’t go the way you wanted them to. Taehyung was right: not having sex for a long time has messed with you. Now that you got a taste of it again, you were acting like a fool. “I’m really not. It’s just been a long day.”

“You sure?” Jungkook cocked an eyebrow up, making you question everything. Where did this playful tone of his come from all of a sudden? “Why are you standing all the way over there?”

You walked over to the sofa and sat down next to Jungkook with a long sigh, deciding that you could play the game too. Besides, the more comfortable he felt around you, the better for your friendship with each other and Taehyung. “Better?”

“Much,” Jungkook grinned and then looked away, nodding. After a couple of seconds of silence, he spoke up again. “Are you sure you’re not mad? I’m asking because you used to act friendly around me.”

Jungkook’s words took you by surprise. Did you stop acting friendly towards Jungkook after you’d slept with him? If your behavior changed, it did so for no other reason than the fact that he didn’t text you, even though he’d never promised to do it.

Why were you so hung up on Jungkook anyway? Was he really the best sex of your life? Well, yeah, but that didn’t mean you two had to continue having sex. It was a casual thing, it happened, and that was it. He was still Jungkook, Taehyung’s shy friend who had a problem looking you in the eye when other people were around. Why start treating him differently?

“I think the fact that you came inside of me and then never texted me after had something to do with it,” you said nonchalantly, which made Jungkook choke on his own spit. You knew he’d get flustered if you used such crude language, but it was all true. You were both there, ready to talk it out, so why not be honest? “I mean, it’s totally cool, but you know.”

“You could have texted too,” Jungkook pointed out, tonguing his cheek, clearly embarrassed—you could tell by the way he quickly looked away. “I didn’t because… I told you I was… I… Wanted a chance with you. So the ball was kind of in your court, right?”

Did he say that? Maybe before he fucked you.

The whole thing was in a fog, except when he was inside of you, if you were being honest. You did remember Jungkook telling you something about him wanting a chance with you, which is why he didn’t live-stream since then. Until tonight, that is. But, that wasn’t the last thing he told you or something he really emphasized. To you, it was something he said in passing because he wanted to fuck and you happened to be at the same club and clearly into him.

“Maybe,” you shrugged with a grin. “I guess I’m just used to gentlemen.”

It was a shameless lie. Not only were you not used to gentlemen, you weren’t used to men at all, at least not in the last couple of years. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be so desperate as to watch online streamers to get off. But Jungkook didn’t have to know that. If he was being cocky about it, so could you.

“Oh,” Jungkook bit on his lower lip and cocked an eyebrow up. “My mistake then. So, do you want me to text you first?”

“Please do,” you said, letting it show just how desperate you clearly were.

When was the last time you showed any kind of dignity around Jungkook? You couldn’t remember, but you really didn’t have anything to lose. You two had already slept together, you knew each other’s very deep and dark secret that you didn’t want out, and it’s clear that you were into him. He seemed to be into you, so there was no reason to pretend you weren’t interested.

Seeing Jungkook pull his phone out of his pocket and start typing stirred you from your thoughts about being into him. Was he really checking his phone in the middle of this conversation? Then, your phone vibrated and you grabbed it before even thinking about how lame it would seem because it became obvious Jungkook had just texted you.

Jungkook: sorry for taking so long. want to hang out?

The ridiculousness of it all made you chuckle, and Jungkook seemed to be happy with himself, the drinks he had already clearly had something to do with that.

“Hang out how?” You asked with a smirk on your face, enjoying the fact that you got him nervous for a second.

“What we did the first time is more up my alley,” Jungkook admitted but had to look away a second in unable to maintain eye contact any longer.

“Oh, so you’re not a fan of fucking women in bathroom stalls?” You prolonged his suffering for a while by being so straightforward about it. Jungkook could talk a lot of shit, but when you did the same, he seemed to shy away.

“It’s not that I’m not a fan of fucking you in a stall,” Jungkook shifted in his seat so that he was facing you. It was now your turn to squirm. “I just prefer to do it somewhere more private, somewhere we can do whatever we want.”

“Hm,” you hummed and nodded slowly. Was that an invite? You really hoped it was because you wanted to feel Jungkook again, despite everything you told yourself earlier. If you were both down to have sex, there was nothing stopping you. “Sounds nice.”

“Are you, uh, interested?” Jungkook looked straight into your eyes when asking, and you had to give him props for that. He clearly wasn’t the most open person out there, especially when it came to women, so you had to commend him for asking that while looking right at you.

If there was one thing you could conclude about your thing with Jungkook is that it made him a lot more confident when it came to sex. Here he was, asking you if you were interested in fucking him. Taehyung would have been proud if he were there, you were sure.

“Don’t you have a live stream to get to?” You shrugged and leaned back against the sofa, taking your eyes off of him. Maybe you were a bit salty about him putting on a show for others when he didn’t text you, but that was his own fault.

“Why don’t you join me, then?”

Your head snapped in Jungkook’s direction before he had the chance to laugh at his own suggestion. “What?”

“Well, the way I see it, we both want to have fun,” Jungkook looked at your mouth when he said that and you knew exactly what kind of fun you two would have. “And I announced a stream. So, why not kill two birds with one stone?”

“You think I’d join you on stream?” You lowered your voice and practically hissed the words at him before laughing out loud. “Me? Looking like this?”

There was no way in hell you’d be comfortable getting naked in front of more than one person at a time, let alone showing your body to a bunch of women who logged on to see this man with the body of a Greek god and a dick of a pornstar. They’d be pissed off if some woman got in the way of seeing Jungkook’s body in all its glory.

Jungkook rolled his eyes at you and grabbed your thigh, digging his fingers into your skin. “Don’t say that in front of me, okay? You look amazing.”

Despite not agreeing with him, you appreciated the sentiment so you nodded and Jungkook released your thigh from his warm grasp. “They don’t have to see you. You can just watch me do what I do while I watch you. It will be over soon and then we can have fun.”

You were way past watching Bunny’s videos. In fact, you promised yourself you’d never do that again.

However, if you went over to Jungkook’s and watched him jerk off in person, it would be totally different, at least that‘s what you told yourself. Besides, you wanted each other, so why not make the most out of it?

Nobody would know, it would remain your little secret, and Jungkook would finally touch you again.

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And that’s how you found yourself naked on Jungkook’s bed, save for a large t-shirt he gave you to put on, even though you knew none of these people could see you. You didn’t want to be associated with Bunny’s channel in any way, so you decided to sit on the bed and stay covered while enjoying the sight of a naked Jungkook walking into the bedroom after taking a shower, his hair curly and wet, drops of water still all over his body, making it even more attractive, if that was even possible.

The Uber ride to Jungkook’s place was weird since you were both lost in your own thoughts. You weren’t sure if he was regretting his decision to ask you to come watch him in person. The whole Bunny thing was really personal for him, and you thought he asked you to join in the heat of the moment, but might change his mind later on. It’s not that you would mind.

Of course, you wanted to see him touch himself live, but you could get to see it after the live stream, up close and personal, so it wasn’t like you were going to miss out on something. You were fine either way.

When you got there, Jungkook led you to his room and explained how the whole thing worked from his side, which is when you told him you wanted to stay on the bed.

“Once I’m done, can I turn it off and come fuck you?” Jungkook asked, his eyes suddenly seemed so dark as if he was already turned on, even though you two hadn’t even touched each other. By that point, you’d only said yes to watching him.

“Why not?” You agreed to it without giving it a second thought. What would be the point of overthinking the whole thing? You wanted Jungkook, he wanted you.

So, Jungkook gave you a shirt of his to put on so you could enjoy the show the right way, and you knew exactly what he meant by it. Besides, you doubted that you could just sit there and watch him do this live without feeling the need to touch yourself.

When he walked back into the room naked, your head snapped up in his direction and the last thing you expected of him was to walk over to the bed, crouch in front of you, and pull you in closer by holding onto your thighs.

“You look great,” Jungkook said, kneeling between your legs. What was he going to do? Your pussy throbbed at the idea of him being so close to you. “And I can’t wait for the stream to finish.”

“I can’t wait to watch,” you admitted, placing your hands on Jungkook’s cheeks and rubbing them with your thumbs—even though he was trying to get you to relax, his voice was shivering, which told you he was the one who needed it. “You look great.”

Your comment made him flustered, you could tell by the way he chuckled and looked at the floor. So, instead of keeping things PG and letting him mentally prepare for the show, you pulled Jungkook in closer and kissed him. He let out a sigh of relief and kissed you back, quickly getting up from his knees.

Before you knew it, you were lying on the bed with Jungkook on top of you, his tongue in your mouth, his hard cock pressing against your stomach. You felt the urge to wrap your legs around him and just ask him to shove it in. Fuck the live stream, fuck all the women who were waiting for him, fuck the tips.

“Fuck,” Jungkook grunted and propped himself up on his elbows, moving away from you, though unwillingly. “If we keep going, that stream will be really short.”

You laughed, happy about the effect you had on this extremely handsome guy who you watched up to a couple of weeks ago. “You’re right, you should get ready… I’ll stay here and watch. Jungkook?”

“Yeah?” His voice quivered once again as he stared right into your eyes, his nose right next to yours, so close.

“You know that if you want me to, I can go watch TV or something,” you nodded slowly, hoping you sounded reassuring. “We can continue later.”

“Hm,” Jungkook pretended to think about it as he got up and walked over to his chair. “I think I’ll have more fun if you’re here.”

“How do you usually do it?” You asked, sitting up so you could get a better look at his naked body. It felt creepy, but that’s why he invited you in the first place. “Do you watch porn or think about something hot?”

“Porn,” Jungkook admitted with a nod. “It stops me from thinking about how many people are out there watching. If I didn’t watch porn, I’d have to look at the screen and see what the people are writing and I’d realize that there were so many of them watching me and it would fuck me up.”

You nodded, understanding how nervous that could make someone. You could never put on a show like Jungkook did, play with yourself like that for everyone to see, and look so hot doing it. Your mind would be working overtime if you were ever in that situation, knowing hundreds of people were glued to their screen, staring at you.

Jungkook set everything up on his PC, and moved it to the side, just enough so he had a good look at you while still staying in the frame. “No porn today, just you.”

“Oh, really?” You chuckled, unable to contain your laughter. The situation was so sexually tense, yet Jungkook made it seem so sweet with the way he smiled at you. What was going on with you today? You kept flip-flopping when it came to Jungkook. “I hope I’ll live up to it.”

“Trust me, you will,” he nodded aggressively. “You don’t have to touch yourself if you don’t want to. Do whatever feels right for you.”

Jungkook looked you in the eye again and then quickly looked at the PC and started clicking. He was so attractive that it was becoming annoying. Did he always have to look perfect, even when he was visibly nervous?

“Okay, don’t worry,” you responded. “You do your thing.”

“You know you’re more than welcome to join, right?” Jungkook cocked an eyebrow up and turned his attention to you.

“No way,” you responded without thinking about it because there wasn’t anything to think about. Getting naked for so many strangers was not your thing, and you didn’t want to ruin his pretty successful career. “I’m more comfortable watching. Besides, I don’t think your fans would appreciate seeing another woman touching you.”

Jungkook scoffed at your statement. “The people who watch are just trying to get off, right? Isn’t it easier to imagine yourself there when someone’s getting fucked than when I’m just jerking off?”

Well, he had a point there, but you were sure there would be those who would mind seeing someone other than Jungkook in the stream. People watched to see a man play with himself, not fuck someone.

“I love how you’re asking me this since I’m the target audience,” you joked but then actually gave it a thought. “Maybe you’re right.”

“If you change your mind, just know you can come in anytime,” Jungkook grinned at you warmly. “Once this is done, it’s showtime. Talk to you soon, it’s starting.”

A couple of clicks later, Jungkook leaned back into his chair and spread his legs, which was a clear sign of the stream beginning, so you cocked your head to the side and watched him.

You knew how attractive Jungkook was when he was naked, but seeing him do this brought the whole thing to the next level. Watching him squirt lube all over his already hard cock was enough to get you to gulp—you already wanted him and he hadn’t even started.

Jungkook moaned loudly as he moved his hand up and down his cock, making slick, wet sounds in the process, knowing it turned on everyone watching the stream, including you.

It all sounded so hot—his moans, the wetness of the lube, the sounds his fist made around his cock. And he was right there in the same room as you, looking at you while he stroked himself.

Jungkook suddenly hissed, taking you by surprise, even though you’d heard him do it a million times before as an avid watcher. “Do you like watching this, huh?”

For a second, you forgot that he was doing this for the stream and the thousands of people watching him and you almost responded that you fucking loved it, but you stopped yourself in time. Still, the way Jungkook was looking at you told you that he was asking you.

“I knew you would… Is it big enough for you?” Jungkook asked, grabbing his cock by the base and then smacking it against the palm of his other hand, letting it make a loud, wet sound, and you instantly remembered how that cock sounded when it hit your slit that way, sticking to it because of your juices. “Hard enough, hm? Will it fit inside that pretty little mouth of yours?”

When Jungkook said that, your hand flew down to your crotch and you cupped yourself, feeling the need to rub yourself against something, preferably Jungkook’s face. However, that was out of the question, so you used your palm instead, unable to contain yourself. There was no way you were getting through the stream without touching yourself.

“Let me see it, come on, be a good girl,” Jungkook said and you knew he was now talking to you. In fact, you could see him looking at you with a cocked eyebrow, clearly staring at your crotch and your hand blocking his access to it.

So, you listened to him and spread your legs wide, pulling the shirt up to your waist so as to give Jungkook a good view of your bare crotch, which he really seemed to like.

“I bet you’re so fucking wet for me already,” he grunted, licking his lips, before continuing to stroke his cock. “Look how hard you made me and you haven’t even touched me yet.”

You sank your teeth into your lower lip, not wanting to make a sound, not when so many people were watching him, but it was almost impossible. You started to rub your clit as you stared at Jungkook, enjoying his gaze and his every move. “Just like that, make yourself feel good… Wish I was there touching you, right?”

Jungkook hummed in approval and started to moan gently as he tugged at his cock, throwing in a hiss here and there to keep the rhythm going. Fuck, you loved hearing him be so vocal so fucking much. It was your favorite part of Bunny’s streams, but seeing it in person beat watching it through a screen by a mile.

How could he look so fucking confident and full of himself sitting there naked, jerking off, staring right at your crotch but then also be unable to say a full sentence when he was dressed? It made no sense, but it didn’t have to—you were there to enjoy.

“I bet you want me so bad right now,” Jungkook groaned loudly, kicking his head back, allowing you and all the other women on the line to watch his Adam’s apple bob up and down as he gulped. You wished you could walk over to him and lick and bite his neck since he liked it so much. “Want me to fill you up, huh?”

You started to rub your clit with the back of your palm, going in hard, applying a lot of pressure as you moved your hand in circles, wanting to come as the burning feeling in the pit of your stomach was becoming unbearable so fast.

It probably felt that way because it was dirty and wrong and you knew hundreds of people were on the other side of the screen, watching Jungkook, doing the same thing as you—staring at him with spread legs, imagining he was right there, about to fuck them.

But, for all those people, he was just a fantasy while you got to have him, and that turned you on a lot more than you imagined it would. Fuck, you wanted Jungkook to walk over and shove his cock inside of you, and you weren’t sure when you turned into that kind of a person.

“You look so pretty touching yourself like that,” Jungkook said with a chuckle and the best part about it, his smirk, wasn’t caught on the stream. It made you want to scream his name. “Bet you’d look even prettier with my cock inside you.”

Your walls were pulsating around nothing and you needed something to fill you up. The pressure you were applying against your clit wasn’t enough—it just got you wetter and more excited, but it didn’t help get rid of the horniness. Jungkook’s moans in the background weren’t helping at all, either.

“Yeah, baby, like that,” Jungkook said, staring right at you, and the fact that you knew what it felt like to be on the other end of his laptop, watching him jerk off like this while saying these nasty things turned you on. “You like touching yourself for me, huh?”

The fact that you were there with him and were the subject of his attention while he did those things was an even bigger turn-on, especially since you could see just how excited Jungkook was. He’d barely begun, yet his dick seemed so inviting and ready for you.

You nodded at Jungkook, which made him hiss and kick his head back. “I knew you were a slut for me… I love it. Want to spank your ass with my dick.”

The image of Jungkook smacking his hard dick across your ass made you shove a finger inside of yourself. You were surprised to feel how wet you were, clearly eager to feel Jungkook’s mouth or cock on you. His eyes widened as he watched your fingers enter you and reappear all wet and sticky with your juices.

Jungkook grunted and closed his eyes for a second and the act turned you on a lot more than you thought something so simple would. It was for your eyes only, and you knew it meant he was holding it all in.

“I could come just thinking about getting to touch you like that… How many fingers do you have there, two?” Jungkook cocked his head to the side and grinned, his hand still moving up and down his cock fervently, making slick noises along the way. “I think you’ll need at least three if you want my dick to fit, baby… One more.”

You listened to what he asked of you and realized that Jungkook was right—three did feel a lot better than two. Still, the feeling was not even close to the way his dick filled you up, especially when it was so hard. You couldn’t wait for Jungkook to finish the stream so he could fuck you. But, then you remembered that he wouldn’t be able to fuck you, not after coming, so you kicked your head back and almost groaned in frustration but didn’t, knowing you weren’t supposed to be heard at all.

“Now go fast for me,” Jungkook suggested, moaning at the end of his question. “Fuck yourself… Think of me… Make yourself come around those pretty fingers.”

You leaned back on your elbow, continuing to move your fingers in and out quickly, touching that spot over and over again while staring right at Jungkook’s eyes. For a long while, you forgot who he was and who you were, and only focused on the fact that he was a naked man jerking himself off and staring at you doing the same, and the thought made you feel amazing.

“Just like that, baby… Faster… Harder… Want to come all over you,” Jungkook ended the thought with a hiss and you saw some precum leak out of his cock, which made you want to taste him badly.

This gorgeous male specimen with a great dick was sitting right in front of you, getting himself off on you watching him, and you had him all for yourself, at least tonight—just that was enough to get you feral. The way Jungkook was looking at you messed with your head, and you couldn’t stop staring at his face. You knew very well you should have been focusing on his broad shoulders, toned torso, or that rock-hard dick of his, but you couldn’t.

Yes, your gaze flew down from time to time, but the look on Jungkook’s pretty little face was a lot more arousing to you, and so was knowing you turned him on. You were the reason for his moans, grunts, and hisses, and the subject of all the dirty, nasty things he was saying he wanted to do.

“I can’t wait for you to feel my cock, baby,” he kept talking, turning you on even more. He was putting on a show, of course, so he had to be as vocal as possible, and that included moaning on top of all the dirty talk. “I bet you’d come around it so fast… I could fuck you for days and not get tired.”

You let yourself plop down on the bed as you felt your orgasm approach, which wasn’t hard to recognize—your toes curled, your stomach was shaking, and the fire in the pit of your stomach was about to explode. Your fingers kept moving in and out and Jungkook kept moaning and telling you how pretty you looked and you couldn’t hold it in, so you bit on your fist and let your body spasm as you rode out your high, wishing Jungkook was inside of you instead of your own fingers.

“Fuck, did you come for me?” Jungkook asked before chuckling, and you didn’t even react to his question or the fact that it was really specific—a lot of the viewers wouldn’t be able to relate. “I can make you come without even touching you. Imagine what I could do with my dick...”

You propped yourself up on your elbow again and gently pulled the fingers out of you, spreading them apart and lifting them to give Jungkook a better look.

“Mhm,” he hummed in approval. “So wet for me… Wet and sticky… I bet I’d slide right in.”

You nodded with a grin, which made Jungkook look away and you dared think he got shy, even if for a second. But, he soon regained his composure and grunted. “I want to explode all over you, shower you with cum… Cum in you and when it starts dripping out of your pussy, pump it all back in, stuff you full of it, mhm?”

You bit down on your lower lip and moved your hand down to your crotch again, gently teasing your clit. It was still engorged and sensitive, but you had to get off again. You couldn’t resist, not when Jungkook looked so fucking good.

“Come ride my cock, baby, please,” Jungkook begged, looking at you suggestively with a raised eyebrow. You could swear you heard the desperation in his voice and you figured he wanted to come. “Let me—ah, fuck!—fill you up.”

You tried so hard not to make a sound—you didn’t want all those women to know someone was in the room with Bunny, but it was so difficult when Jungkook was practically begging you to come ride him. “You know it would feel so good… I fill you up nicely every time.”

The worst part about the whole thing was that you were contemplating actually doing it. Nobody could see you if they couldn’t see him because you knew Bunny paid attention to it and never showed anything above his neck. He set the whole thing up so the viewers couldn’t tell his identity.

So, if you walked over to Jungkook and sat on his cock, nobody would see you. You already came, but you were still so eager to feel him, especially when he had such a sweet face but such a filthy mouth, and when he was practically begging you to do it.

“Don’t stay quiet, pretty,” Jungkook moaned at you, cocking his head to the side. “Make some noise for me… Show me how much you like watching.”

You licked your lips and shoved your fingers inside of your pussy again, spreading your thighs to give him a good view.

“Good girl,” Jungkook grunted in a low voice, and that sound was enough to get you going again. “Such a sweet, tight, little pussy… I want to fill it so fucking bad, baby….”

The idea of having that hard cock of his inside of you was starting to mess with your brain again. The image of Jungkook holding you in his hands and keeping you pinned between his body and the stall door while pumping in and out of you hard and then coming inside of you came back and you started to move your fingers so fast that it was audible.

You stopped the second you realized you made a sound, and a loud one at that—your pussy was soaking and your fingers went in and out quite harshly, and the sound was lascivious.

Instead of getting upset over it, Jungkook grunted loudly and grabbed his balls with the other hand. “Fuck! Just like that… Imagine your fingers were my cock, fuck yourself…”

So, you kept on going, digging your feet into his bed with your toes curled, wishing he’d just come over and fuck you, shove that big cock of his inside of you and come all over your walls.

“Please, come sit on my cock…” Jungkook asked, staring right into your eyes, and you felt like he was talking directly to you. When he cocked his eyebrow up and looked at you all confused, you realized that he was. “Don’t you want to feel it inside of you? Look how hard you get it...”

You looked back at Jungkook, unsure of whether he really wanted this and whether you were going to do it. Should you even be thinking about it? There were so many people watching, you were sure.

“Let me show everyone how much cum I can fit into your tight cunt… I’ll eat you out later until your legs shake.”

Those were the magic words, you found out as your legs took you to Jungkook before your brain could even process your actions.

Jungkook bucked his hips into his fist when he saw you walking over, and when you threw one leg over his lap and motioned for him to position his cock at your entrance, he grunted loudly. “Fuck, I can’t wait.”

With those words, he grabbed his cock by its base and rubbed it against your entrance before slipping just the tip in. His other hand was perched on your ass, giving it a light squeeze. His dick felt so smooth but hard, so you sat down on it fully, until your thighs were touching his. Jungkook took the chance to wrap his arms around your waist and pull your shirt up so the audience could see his dick entering you.

“You’re so fucking hot,” Jungkook said and leaned in to kiss you, moaning into the kiss, clearly trying to please both you and the audience.

You knew what this looked like from the back—Jungkook’s firm thighs in view, his balls on full display, and his cock entering you so everyone could see and imagine they were there instead of you and Bunny was fucking them.

Suddenly, Jungkook started to pump himself into you from below, so you held onto his shoulder and hair and held him tight, waiting for him to cum inside of you.

“Please, be fast,” you whispered to him, hoping nobody would hear. You didn’t want to stay there for a long time and risk someone recognizing you. You also didn’t want Jungkook’s name to slip out of your mouth by accident, or to do anything else that could compromise this thing of yours or his.

“I’ll be fast, baby,” Jungkook said before smacking your ass hard and then kneading the flesh, spreading your cheeks so people could see his cock enter you from an even better angle. “I know you want me to fill you up.”

Then, Jungkook looked right into your eyes and smiled, and you didn’t think he ever looked so sweet, despite the fact that he was naked and putting on a show for thousands of people. None of it mattered when he looked at you the way he did, his brown eyes glued to yours, hair sticking to his sweaty face, a look of lust on it as he kept thrusting into you.

It could have been going on for hours, it could have been mere minutes—Jungkook felt so good that you lost track of time. His hands were keeping you in place, his fingers digging into the flesh of your ass, his cock going in and out, hips smacking into yours from below. The thing that made you forget where you were was the way he was looking at you, his eyes wide, mouth slightly open, focusing solely on your face as he pumped himself into you from below, harshly, loudly.

So, you had no choice but to kiss Jungkook, and he eagerly kissed you back, moaning into the kiss and speeding up his pace. Once again, you proved to yourself that kissing was a huge turn-on for Jungkook.

In fact, you thought that any kind of gentleness was a turn-on for him, whether compliments or signs of affection like playing with his hair, caressing his cheeks, or kissing him. If anyone was touch-deprived, it was you, so you could sympathize. Besides, Jungkook was treating you so well that you wanted to do anything you could to make him feel the same way.

“Are you ready for me?” Jungkook hissed through his teeth. When you nodded, ready to take his cum, Jungkook sped up his pace and you could feel him coming inside of you.

“Fuck, baby—ah, so tight!” Jungkook grunted loudly, not forgetting what he was there for—he had an audience to please.

“You’re so hot,” you whispered into his ear, feeling your face sticking to his as Jungkook’s hand held you in place.

“Take my cum, come on…. You love it so much, right?” Jungkook asked, his hands moving up and down your back all the way to your ass, which he squeezed and held up in the air, so his still-erect cock could slide right out of you, followed by a streak of his cum.

Jugkook leaned in and quickly closed the browser tab, ending the stream. Then, he cupped your face and kissed you, surprising you with the sudden softness of his touch and expression. “This will be the first and only stream of mine I will watch back.”

You chuckled, kicking your head back, still riding your high, not realizing that you’d just let hundreds of people watch Jungkook come inside of you. “You’re a fool.”

“No, I’m serious,” Jungkook chuckled, now returning his hands to your body, this time on your thighs. “I can’t wait to see what it looked like.”

“Shut up,” you rolled your eyes and stood up, cupping your crotch. For some reason, it felt more embarrassing to think that Jungkook would watch this stream back than having all those people watch you. They didn’t know who you were, and he did, maybe that was the difference. “If you ever tell anyone about this...” You let your voice trail off, allowing him to come up with his own punishment.

“Never,” Jungkook said, crossing his heart with an earnest look on his face. “Never. I promise.”

“Good,” you nodded, still cupping your crotch and feeling his warm cum slip out of you and onto your palm. “Can I shower here?”

“Of course,” Jungkook sprang up to grab you a couple of towels as if you needed that many. “You’re welcome to, uh, stay the night, too.”

Should you? That’s all you kept thinking about under the shower.

Should you stay with him? If you did, you’d get to kiss and touch Jungkook, sleep next to him, cuddle with him, and you missed all those things. You didn’t miss Jungkook, you didn’t have feelings for him or anything like that, but you missed feeling close to another person.

These things weren’t exactly something you did with total strangers. In fact, you only did such stuff when you were in a relationship. Since you were lightyears away from one, you could only do it with Jungkook, who was far from a stranger or a creep or anything like that, so it actually felt nice to sleep next to him, kiss him, and touch him.

When you walked out of the bathroom wearing just his T-shirt again, Jungkook grinned happily, realizing you were going to stay.

“I’ll join you in a couple of minutes, after the shower,” he sounded excited as he walked past you into the bathroom, and you couldn’t help but feel content as you got under the covers and waited for him.

The whole thing was a crazy rollercoaster from the very beginning. Jungkook, the shy and awkward friend of Taehyung's, was the same guy you drooled over. You slept together, had the time of your life, and then went back to ignoring each other, and you did that twice. Was it time to stop beating around the bush and just talk about it?

Clearly, you both wanted to sleep with each other and you didn’t want it to be a one-time thing, two-time thing, or anything like that. Why not discuss it, so Jungkook wouldn’t shy away from you again? You didn’t want to go through all the ignoring and awkwardness again to only end up in his bed later than you hoped you would.

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HUNTER ‖ JJK

As a hunter, you're hired by powerful people to kill the monsters that lurk in the woods surrounding villages and cities, praying on innocent people. When king Jungkook express an interest in meeting you, you expect the man to beg for your help, but the meeting doesn't go as planned.

⤑ word count: 9k ⤑ rating and genre: 18+, smut, fantasy!au, medieval!au ⤑ pairing: jungkook x fem!reader ⤑ posting date: Thursday, August 11 ⤑ warnings: mentions of monsters, death, poverty, societal injustice, poor treatment of women by society, blood; jungkook gets mad and shouts at a certain point; choking (non-sexual); the dynamic is sort of enemies to lovers; smut [fingering, oral (f. receiving), unprotected sex, creampie]; mentions of pregnancy and marriage!! ⤑ masterlist ‖ updates ⤑ banner credit: this gorgeous banner was made by @itaeewon. thank you, jen ♡ ⤑ feedback and reblogs are always appreciated. hope you'll enjoy this oneshot!

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In this day and age, girls know they can be one of three things when they grow old enough: wives, nuns, or—in rare cases—hunters.

Life is as hard as it is, even though your kingdom, consisting of many villages, is prosperous. The rich are rich and the poor are poor, which is the same even in less fortunate kingdoms. There is law and order, and people follow these traditions.

When you’re a little girl, you’re allowed to play with boys, learn sports, run around and scrape your knees. But, as soon as you turn eight, your life changes. Boys start going to school—real school—where they are taught everything. Girls, on the other hand, take classes on what is expected of them in the future, how to be an adequate daughter and not embarrass your family, etiquette and nice behavior, sewing and knitting, and all the things you absolutely hated as a little girl.

After school, girls can play with boys, even if it’s considered more appropriate for them to spend time with older women, talk to them, and learn from them. You never did that. All your free time was spent with your brother and his peers. You learned from them, heard everything they were taught in school and were able to read from their books and discover the kind of knowledge they were allowed to possess. You envied them terribly all your life.

It was then that you realized you were all taught the same thing—monsters were real and they were a threat. Monsters were beings that could wipe out a village in hours if there were enough of them. When you were a child, they were the only threat to your kingdom, the only thing that didn’t pick and choose who to kill, like hunger did. Every person in the kingdom, no matter how poor, was trained on monsters from an early age.

Because they were big and strong and dangerous, hunters were the only group of people who would voluntarily come in contact with them. The hunters were rewarded generously for their contribution to society, but due to the nature of their business and the fact that they were required to travel, hunters did not marry.

Most families had both boys and girls. Some boys would marry if the family could afford to bring in the bride and feed her too. Some girls would marry if the family could afford their dowry. In case they couldn’t, the family would send them off to be nuns, to pray in chapels and help priests, to pray for monsters to go away and bring back hope to people. It was free, and most families would send their female children there because they just couldn’t be able to afford them staying on when they turned of age.

When a daughter knew she wasn’t going to marry—either there was something wrong with her or she didn’t have dowry—she would be able to take a physical test with the boys, if she wanted to. If she proved stronger than the majority of them, she could become a hunter herself. If not, she would become a nun.

It was a terrible choice, and most girls without a dowry picked the nunnery because it was safe. Monsters don’t go inside churches, after all. They usually kill off the poor people on the outskirts of villages and slowly make their way towards the town center. Monsters were known to eradicate towns, so village people were always afraid of them. None of them wanted to volunteer their female children to get killed by monsters during training. A daughter in a nunnery can at least help in some way—a dead daughter couldn’t.

When little girls became women—when they bled for the first time—the decision would be made on their behalf. Young women had no say in it, it was the parents who decided. Parents had a couple of options, based on how well-off they were. If the family was able to afford the dowry, the girls would get sent to a real school for women, one where they would learn even more about how to be a good wife, how to pleasure the husband, how to cook and clean in case the husband couldn’t afford to keep servants, how to care for children.

However, some marriages were arranged between poorer families without dowry, though. A family sometimes needed a female touch—the woman of the house had died, and the family could accept a bride without dowry in return for her labor. In other words, families could take on someone without a dowry if they wanted to, which was rarely the case. It was an additional expense to house and feed another person, especially in the villages.

Your two sisters did have a dowry, so you knew all about the teachings in those wife schools and dreaded the idea of attending it yourself. You couldn’t think of anything more boring than sitting with other girls in school and learning how to speak softly, be a good wife, and never speak your mind. By the time you became a woman, your sisters were already married off.

Your brother was to continue with the family business, so he was engaged to marry the neighbor’s daughter when she became old enough to marry him. You could still remember the day when you became a woman, when you woke up and felt strange wetness between your thighs, when you pulled the covers off of yourself and saw blood. You knew your fate was sealed forever because you had no dowry and no marriage agreement.

You insisted your parents let you take the test. After all, you’d been practicing for it for years with your brother and his friends. You hoped you’d be good enough to be allowed to go and fight the big bad monsters that threatened everyone’s safety. The other choice simply wasn’t for you. Your parents didn’t think you’d ever qualify to become a hunter, so they gave in, thinking you would fail. In their minds, this was just a little test you’d take, embarrass yourself, and then be forced to go into a nunnery.

The day you became a woman, your parents went to report it to authorities, explaining that you would be taking the hunter test. The authorities gave you a week’s rest, until the bleeding stopped. The test was difficult and exhausting and your entire body hurt, certain bones aching to touch weeks after it happened. But, most importantly, you passed it and went to train with hunters. Once you passed the test, your parents couldn’t take their permission back or change the course of history.

Now, years later, you realize how rare it is for women to become hunters. During your years as one, you’ve only met a handful of them. There were a lot of male hunters, but sadly, many of them died too. Monsters were unpredictable if they were left out there to mate. One or two weren’t that complicated to kill if you were capable and knowledgeable. But, they were deadly in groups, quick and unpredictable. Many hunters died fighting them, which is making them—you—scarce.

Not all families wanted to let their children become hunters, either. It was like sending a family member to certain death—maybe not right then, but in a year or two or ten, surely. Poor families who had sons with no prospect of a good future would usually send them to hunter school, hoping to at least benefit from the pay that would come after their children started killing monsters.

All of that makes you one of the hunters famous for their skills. The longer you survive as a hunter, the more appreciated your expertise is. Because of it, you’ve traveled the world, seen other kingdoms, and fought monsters of all sizes—something a nun or a wife could never even dream of doing. You like it that way. Due to the nature of your calling, important people know about you, which is why you’re shown to the court of Jeon Jungkook, the king of your kingdom. Your king.

The man is impressive, you have to give him that. He’s not as big and tall as kings are always depicted in all the school books—lies told to deceive the masses and make them think the leaders are invincible and extraordinary—but he’s tall enough, broad enough, and handsome enough for you to look twice. You would have looked twice anyway because he is a king, after all, but this way, the sight is actually pleasant, for a change. You’ve had enough of old, perverted kings and their comments about a night with them being your pay for killing a monster that threatened their kingdom. In many cases, you wished you hadn’t killed the monster and that it had eaten the king instead.

The man’s looks are more than impressive—strong eyebrows framing his chiseled face, deep eyes demanding a second look, dark curly hair framing it perfectly. A single glance at the handsome king shows he��s led a good life, a life without many worries, a somewhat easy life. Each role in this world comes with its burdens, and not even powerful men are spared from those, even if theirs are much lighter than some others.

You two look at each other for a moment or two while the other men in the room glance at one and then the other, waiting for one of you to speak. You don’t want to be the one to break the silence. After all, you were invited here on his orders—the man could at least tell you what for, even if you already know he has a monster problem.

You’re sure King Jungkook wants you to solve it for him. You’ve heard about the two or three monsters on the outskirts terrorizing the city. A hunter friend of yours has died trying to kill them. Hunters are hard to get by, so the problem has grown in the meantime, but you are here with one of the younger hunters and you’re certain the two of you will solve the issue—Jungkook just has to offer something in return for you risking your lives. That’s how the transaction usually goes. He offers, hunters accept and go risk their lives, no matter how much they were offered.

The king nods at you when you move from the door, walk into the room, and check him out from head to toe, all without a word. His voice takes you aback—it’s smooth and kind-sounding, even if there is little kindness in the order he spits out, “Leave us alone, thank you.” With that, the four servants and a couple of stuck-up officials leave the room, leaving you and king Jungkook all alone.

The move is a big mistake on his end. Theoretically speaking, someone could have paid you for his head, but the young king clearly doesn’t think regicide is even an option. When they’re young, they never do. Kings think people just love them too much to want to see them gone. Years teach them that their people do not care about kings but about the food in their bellies and those who put it here. Even if he doesn’t know that yet, Jungkook clearly understands how beneficial you could be to him, which is why you were invited. You’re expecting him to offer you the world in exchange for your help.

“You asked to see me?” you ask with a cocked-up eyebrow, looking around the big room he’s seeing you in. Fancy, too fancy for the likes of you, but still, nothing you haven’t seen before. There were even richer kings who needed your help before.

“Yes, that’s right. I did ask to see you so I could talk to you about the inefficiency of your kind,” he says gruffly, giving you a grimace of annoyance. It's the first time a king left you speechless, so it takes you a while to recover. Did he just—? Your kind? What the hell did that mean? Your kind saved his kind’s asses many times before, risking their lives in the process.

“Excuse me?” You’re just too stunned to react in the way a hunter usually would. You don’t have to be there, you don’t have to help if you don’t want to. You’re trained to, you feel obligated to, it’s your destiny because you weren’t chosen to be a wife and didn’t want to be a nun, but pretty boy can’t make you fight for him—no one can.

“Listen, I am the King. I paid your kind for your services and was promised you’d solve the monster issue months ago,” he sneers at you, nose flaring as the young king speaks to you like you’re nothing, banging the tip of his pointer finger against the desk to show how angry he is. Every couple of words, the digit presses into the wood harshly, making you look down. “So tell me why our death toll is at seventy people as of two days ago! Seventy! Why have hunters died instead of killing the monsters? Why did I give you gold that will last a lifetime in return for nothing?”

The pretty man’s face changed from sweet to angry, but that doesn’t move you at all. What does is the tone he is using with you, the way he’s talking to you—no man has talked to you that way since you became a hunter. They simply didn’t dare. The people know a hunter’s training is tough. Those who survive as hunters are even tougher. After all, you were trained to kill creatures far stronger than people, so why would a measly little man think he could shout at you? In this case, he’s a king with an inflated sense of self, but still… Not a very wise move from one Jeon Jungkook, especially not when you’re all alone in a room together.

You want to ask who exactly he paid. He can’t be mad at you for not killing this monster when you just arrived there, not even making a deal with the man. “Have you pa—”

“I am not done speaking!” he shouts, banging his fist against the desk, making you stop in place and look at him. Then, Jungkook starts walking up and down the room nervously, his arms flailing around as he continues, “I am the King! I paid fairly and generously because the safety of my people—of your people—is of the utmost importance to me. There is no price to human life! I know that and I’ve invited the best of the best to deal with the issue, and yet nothing was done. Not a single thing. Hunters used to be able to kill groups of twelve monsters, and now you can’t fight off a smaller group? Clearly, something has gone wrong in the training you’ve received because this is outrageous.”

You know the king doesn’t give a rat’s ass about the people—they’re expendable goods, these poor people who pay taxes and make his family rich. No poor people means no taxes, which means the Jeon dynasty would become poor themselves, and that’s why this handsome-when-angry king is furious. The way he’s moving about gives off his nervousness. Is he afraid of the people’s reaction to his inefficiency, his failure to protect them?

Since you’re still speechless, the man continues, “What else do I have to do? I have paid you people more than fairly. I can’t give you the entire kingdom, can I?”

“With all due respect, you haven’t paid me a cent. You’ve paid colleagues of mine for their work. If a hunter has died while on a mission, they surely didn’t do it to cheat the likes of you out of money, king,” you spit the words at him, furious at all the implications. You say it with such sass you’re worried he might do something to you.

But, then again, hunters are above the law in most cases, save for causing bodily harm of any kind to other humans who haven’t attacked them first. Anything else, they can get away with in return for keeping nations safe. “We have lost many people through the years, and it was never because of a lack of trying or training—it was because these monsters get stronger the more lives they take. So, the monsters on the outskirts of our,” you stress the word, reminding the king that this is your hometown, “city have probably eaten hundreds of people before even stumbling upon the city. That’s why good hunters died fighting them.”

Your tone is brass and harsh, and you’re positive no one in his life has spoken to the young king that way. Before he was a king, he was a prince, and no one talks to princes that way, either. Shock is written all over Jungkook’s face from the second you start speaking—he stops in place, lets his mouth hang open, and his eyebrow cocks up in the middle of it. When you’re done, he closes his mouth, gulps, and continues walking.

“Fine. All of that is fine,” he says, waving your rudeness off. You’re surprised he hasn’t screamed for his guards to send you away or walk over to you to slap you, to put you in your place for talking back to him. Maybe there’s more to this specific king than you think. “You have lost your colleagues, I have lost my bride-to-be months ago. They,” he grunts, shaking his head, “they massacred her body and the bodies of her servants that accompanied her to the picnic. We were supposed to get married a mere month from that date, but… She’s gone now. And they’re still eating people, murdering them, ruining lives. What is wrong with your kind? Can’t you do your job? How many of you do I need to pay to get here? What price is good enough for you people to come here and do the only fucking thing you were trained for, badly at that?”

Jungkook annoys you. You can’t stand people who look down at hunters. After all, all of you are there because you wanted to be, because you heard terrible stories about these monsters being a threat to you—the people who lived on the outskirts, not those safe in their palaces of gold with servants at their doors. Hunters become what they are because of their desire to fight the monsters and win, keep everyone else safe.

Nobody is in it for the pay. What’s the use of all the money when you could die right then and there? You couldn’t marry or have children as a hunter, not unless someone married you without a dowry or wife training. Male hunters also weren’t trained for much else, which is why they were doomed. The life expectancy of a hunter is a lot shorter than a villager’s, let alone a king’s, which means no one understood what kind of sacrifices were made at such a young age. While the pretty king went to his warm bed every night with a belly full of the finest food and the tastiest wine, hunters were out in the woods dying for him and his kind.

So, when this man starts assuming you’re all in it for the money, something inside you snaps. The hunter who died for this spoiled brat was your friend, one of the people who taught you everything you know. You’ve killed more monsters than Jungkook has even heard of, despite his perfect training, and he thinks he has the right to judge you, your friend, or any other hunters out there. You’ve had enough.

In three quick strides, you’re standing in front of him, your forearm pressed into his neck, his body hitting the wall behind him because of the force of your push. The king wasn’t expecting you to do that, which is why you are now able to pin him against the wall and push your body against his, rendering him immobile. There’s fear in his eyes for a split second, but then he grins. “What are you going to do, kill me?” Jungkook snickers like he doesn’t even care if you do exactly that. “Be done with it.”

“I’m not here to kill you.” It’s your turn to sneer at him and talk to him like you’re filled with hate. “But I’m also not here to be treated like scum, either. My kind is your kind, king. We’re all people. While you were trained on how to be a rich brat, I spent my younger years in the forest, cold and afraid, fighting off any animal or monster I could find. The only goal is to keep people safe, and not just the rich people who live far away from the places these monsters attack. I need to keep my people safe, the poor ones, the ones who don’t have guns and stone houses to protect themselves like you. So, if you need my help, king, you will watch the way you speak to the person who came here of her own volition to help you kill these monsters. If you can do that, I will grant you the same courtesy.”

You say all of this right to his face, your noses almost touching, eyes peering into one another’s. It’s a tense situation, and you never thought you’d be this close to a king—you hated almost every single one you’ve met. Besides, you can’t really get away with threatening a king and choking him. You’re not sure if the man will scream for help or stab you. Anything could be expected at this point.

However, the thing that happens is something you couldn’t have imagined in your wildest fantasy—his highness gets erect right against your stomach. The thing poking your stomach is a hard cock, unmistakably. You didn’t need to attend wife school to learn about these things—hunters can do whatever they want with the bodies whose safety they risk daily. So, you’ve had your fair share of hard cocks pressing against you, and you are positive this is one.

You raise an eyebrow and Jungkook gulps, looking down at your lips. “I— I— Apologize,” he mutters, sounding so pathetic all of a sudden. “I just want this issue solved, that is all. I will pay whatever you need, offer you whatever you want if you can help me.”

The king is as meek as they come, completely spineless when he meets a woman who can talk back. You’re sure his poor wife-to-be was taught never to speak back to him, not even if he mistreated her, God rest her soul. So, the king is enjoying the power dynamics here, the fact that you do a manlier thing than he does, the fact that you can kill a monster he himself couldn’t even if he tried. He likes it, and you have to admit you like him too.

Not because he’s a king but because he spoke to you that way despite you being stronger than him, despite him needing you, and not the other way around, even though you could walk out and leave him helpless. Besides, the man is a king—he’s surely clean and well-versed in the art of sexual pleasure. Having sex in the woods couldn’t be as good as having sex in a warm palace, and you haven’t tried that one yet.

“The monster issue,” you ask, tilting your head to the side, your lips almost brushing against his, “or this problem?” With that, you push your body against his, applying pressure to his erect member, making him gasp, which sounds so sweet somehow. Definitely not as scary as Jungkook thought he sounded earlier when he shouted, that’s for sure.

The king visibly relaxes all of a sudden and even lets out a chuckle. “I will pay you for killing the monsters for me,” he says, licking his lips while his eyes look up from yours, “and I will fuck you for free. Deal?”

You scoff, moving away, letting go of his neck. Jungkook places his hand over his throat for a second and looks at you with a blank expression. “You will fuck me for free?” With a scoff, you tongue your cheek and check him out from head to toe, making sure you look condescending when you do so—the king shouldn’t let his title get to his head. “You say it like you should be paid to do it.”

“You haven’t tried me yet,” the man challenges, his hand suddenly grabbing the belt around your hips, pulling you closer to him. He has a lot more strength than you thought because he manages to pull you in closer with just one move of his hand, one grab of his hand around the belt, one sneak of his fingers around the leather. The movement turns you on—not many men dare act that way around a hunter, male or female. “What do you say, hunter?”

The way he stresses the word and spits it out the same way you did his title makes you consider his offer. You’re going to chase and kill the monster either way—it’s what you came here to do. But, the sex offer came out of the blue. You know the sex will stay between you two. Jungkook is a king, he can’t risk talking about fucking a monster hunter, and you will keep your mouth shut because you don’t want other kings to think they’re getting laid when they call you for a job. It’s not a service you provide.

“Let’s see what you’ve got,” you whisper to him and watch his mouth turn from a straight line to a smirk.

Suddenly, the meek king is meek no more. His expression turns cocky, his hands start groping you over your clothes, lips finding yours. He kisses like he means it—warm and wet, tongue swiping across your lips, begging for access. The most powerful man in the kingdom seems to be turned on by the fact you choked and threatened him, told him how you really felt about him and people like him. That much is clear from the way he grinds against you, erection rubbing your stomach over your clothes in his desperate attempt to get any kind of friction.

When you finally give in to him and open your mouth, Jungkook groans and shoves his long tongue into it, his hips push into yours until your ass hits his desk. While he’s kissing you, his hands undo your belt, one of them sneaking into your pants. It’s a messy kiss, one that gives off his neediness, the type you don’t expect from kings. Do kings ever kiss or do they just lie in bed and wait for a whore to come sit on them and do everything on their behalf while they just lie there being the lazy brats they were? Well, not this king. While you think about that, the man’s strong hand sneaks inside your underwear, cupping your sex with a growl, like he’s finally getting something he’s wanted for a long time.

His kisses are sloppy—drool is wetting your chin while Jungkook kisses you and grunts, his fingers playing with your sex eagerly, pads moving up and down your sex. You expected him to push his fingers inside to prepare you for his member, but the king takes his time, no matter how hasty he seems. The back of his palm presses into your clitoris while he kisses you, and you see no other option than to reward him by grabbing his erection over his clothes and running your palm over it, which makes the man tremble against you.

“Sensitive there, king?” You’re just teasing Jungkook for suddenly seeming so weak when he was full of himself just minutes ago, when he thought he could get away with shouting at you for something you didn’t do.

“Hm…” The chuckle Jungkook lets out sounds cocky, his lips brush against yours as he asks, “Sensitive here, hunter?” With that, three of his fingers start rubbing your clitoris hard, pushing against it and then moving around in quick circles that make you moan.

You bite down on your lip to prevent yourself from sounding that eager—you don’t want to give him that type of satisfaction, not just yet. Jungkook still seems pretty cocky about it, so you sneak one hand into his pants and grab the tip of his cock, squeezing the area just below it as hard as you can, feeling the meaty flesh push back against your touch. Your other hand grabs the back of the king’s head, pulling on his silky smooth locks.

“Not as much as you, I think,” you say as your thumb swipes across his plush tip, smearing around the tell-tale sign of his excitement, making the man hiss before he kisses you again.

The king chuckles and pulls his hand out of your pants, depriving you of his warmth on you, of his touch between your legs. It seems like he wants you to beg, but you’re not going to give him what he wants, so you let go of his hard cock and shrug. “That’s how you want to play?”

“I don’t want to play at all,” you admit. “My kind doesn’t play.” You stress the word he used earlier, making it sound derogatory. The king scoffs, one corner of his mouth lifting in a half-smirk before he leans in and places his hands on your hips, grabbing the material of your pants.

“You’ll soon realize,” he starts speaking to you again, voice now very smooth and almost sweet, hands pulling your clothes down your legs in one quick motion, “that my kind doesn’t play either.” And just like that, you’re naked from the waist down in the king’s meeting quarters, the man himself squatting in front of you. “Now let me do this right.”

You nod and continue looking down at the man, wondering what his plan is. Since he is who he is, you expect the guy to just fuck you—the type of sex you’re used to, someone taking you on your feet, from behind, just a quick fuck to get what you both need out of it. Kings don’t usually even care what the other party needs, which is why they pay someone for their services and call it a day most of the time.

“Up,” Jungkook grumbles at you and you lift one leg, just high enough for him to take off your boot and set this leg free of your clothes. He repeats the same with the other leg, and you feel thankful for the warm bath you were able to take this morning at the roadhouse. It made your skin feel soft, made you smell nice, made the king want to touch you. He runs his hands up your naked legs to your ass, squeezing it. “So that’s the way to get a hunter to shut up.”

You laugh at that heartily, realizing this specific king might not be as stupid as most of them. He gets up and grabs your shirt, pulling it over your head. In less than a minute, you’re completely nude in front of the king, and he sits you on his desk, makes you spread your legs for him while he kisses you just as eagerly as earlier. You do the best you can with the room you have and pull his pants down, grabbing a handful of his firm ass in the process, grazing your fingers over his balls while you set them free along with his cock.

Only then do you feel even, like the king doesn’t have the upper hand, even though being bare in front of a fully-clothed man does something to your brain, makes your crotch react. It’s then that the man touches you, his mouth kissing its way down your neck, sucking on the skin while he pushes himself against you, wrapping an arm around you.

The only thing you can do is start tugging at his member, preparing it for what’s to come—even if it is as hard as it can get, even if it needs no preparation. Jungkook reacts to that by practically whining into the skin of your neck and easing a finger inside of you so slowly you want to cuss at him and tell him to go harder. You squirm under his touch when he pulls the finger out and then pushes it in again, and he notices the way you tremble, even if he’s busy nibbling on your neck. “What is it?” he asks, practically scoffing, lips brushing against the vein in your neck. “Not used to going slow?”

“Can’t fuck slow in the woods,” you admit nonchalantly, which makes him almost gasp, but he hides it by clearing his throat. The king is clearly not used to women being so open about sex, which comes as no surprise considering all the ladies at his court have to be prim and proper. That’s what they taught in school, anyway.

“Good thing you’re not in the woods anymore, hunter,” the king mumbles and takes your breast into his mouth, sucking on the nipple with his eyes closed. Now two of his fingers sneak inside of you and he curls them, rubbing you from the inside, finding that spot that feels perfect when touched like that. Maybe some kings do get better training than you give them credit for. “I rarely fuck fast.”

You laugh and look down at him, speeding up the movements of your hand which is still wrapped around his thick shaft. The faster you move, the more the king grunts and hums against your chest, his tongue poking out to tease your nipple. “Yeah? I doubt a long, sensual fuck will help you get all that pent-up frustration out, king.”

“Who said I’m frustrated?” Jungkook looks up at you and bites into the flesh of your breast, just around the nipple, chuckling evilly when you groan and clench around his fingers. “Like that, hm?”

He’s only asking because your eyes fluttered closed when he started moving his fingers fast, his thumb brushing your clitoris. “They do teach you something in king school, after all.”

Jungkook giggles and starts moving his hand faster, which makes you grab onto his fine shirt and start doing the same with your hand. You’re not letting him off easy. “Yeah,” he surprisingly agrees. “They do teach you how to pleasure someone.”

“They send women for you to practice with?” you can’t help but ask, even if it’s none of your business. You’re here to do a job, this is just a stop along the way. Jungkook speeds up even more, suckling on your nipple while his hand pushes into you fast and hard, filling the vast space of his office with lascivious sounds. “Have to pretend they enjoy it?”

He grunts, cock twitching in your fist, teeth grazing your breast. “Are you pretending, hunter? Doesn’t feel like it.”

“No,” you admit, unable to lie when your body is starting to clench already, when you feel so close to orgasm you are already moaning with every thrust of his fingers. “But you had practice. And training.”

“They didn’t teach you how to spread your legs in hunter school?” he teases, knowing very well what they do and don’t teach your kind, as he put it. “Didn’t teach you how to take a cock well, how to pleasure a man?”

“No, king,” you respond, kicking your head back and letting him pull you closer as he sends you over the edge. “Other hunters taught me that.”

He growls and bites into your shoulder before pecking your lips. “Give me their names, I’ll have them all killed,” Jungkook jokes—at least you think so by the way he giggles right after and pushes his thumb against your clitoris.

“Can’t kill men for pleasuring me,” is what you manage to mutter between two loud moans, ones that tell the king he’s about to make you come, which makes him even cockier. “Can only pleasure me better.”

“Oh, I fully intend to,” he grunts and finally pushes the fingers inside you so hard you see stars, so hard that you just grab his cock and his shirt and let yourself come hard, walls clenching and releasing around the two long fingers inside of you, clit pulsating against the pad of his thumb. The king continues moving and coos teasingly. “See? I’ll fuck you so good you’ll only want kings after.”

That’s the thing that makes you scoff and push him away from your neck with a grin, even if your body is still writhing with pleasure, even if you’re breathless. He is a fine specimen, a man who knows what he’s doing, but he’s still a king. “This is an exception, not a rule.”

“The only king that gets to have your pussy?” Jungkook sounds ecstatic, maybe even a bit hopeful as he lightly smacks your swollen slit.

“Who said you can have it?” you tease, knowing very well you’re already ready to take that rod between his legs and milk the cum out of it. You didn’t come this far not to feel him inside of you.

“You said I’m frustrated,” the king says before licking a stripe up your neck and sucking on your ear while two of his fingers enter you again. “Let me fuck my frustrations out on you.”

“Well, that is better than shouting.” With that, you start jerking his cock again, the other hand moving down from his shirt to grab his balls. “In fact, that’s the only acceptable way to take out your frustrations on someone else.”

Jungkook agrees with a chuckle, eyes glancing at yours. “You feel so tight,” he tells you, reminding you of the two fingers still shoved deep inside of you which are now moving in scissoring motion. “Can’t wait to feel you even closer.”

“Slow down, king,” you hum and start moving your hand even faster, wanting to see the man fall apart. “I thought you said you fucked slow. We’re just getting started.”

It’s a lie—you’re more than ready to take him now and you’re almost positive you’ll enjoy it even if he lasts a minute or two. But, Jungkook grins and shoves his tongue inside of your mouth again, pushing his clothed chest against yours, removing his fingers from you. “Can I taste you?” he hums into your ear, his body warm next to yours. You’re surprised that is what a king wants, but you’re not going to let that show.

“You’ll have to pay me extra for that,” you tease, referring to his earlier comment when he thought he’d be pulling all the strings. However, the king drops to his knees and takes your sex into his mouth instantly, humming as he does so. His tongue probes between your lips, sinking to your entrance, swirling around it, and then moves back up to your clitoris, all in a couple of seconds. Whatever they taught in king school should be taught in all schools, you think to yourself, but you’re not admitting it to Jungkook. So you get yourself together, clear your throat, and mumble, “You heard me?”

“Loud and clear,” the man sucking on your sex says and moves away, your wetness on his chin. The way he looks at you makes you clench around nothing—there’s desire in his eyes, desire and need to have you, and you’re not used to being looked at like that. You’re not one of the beautiful and polished court ladies with long, beautiful hair, silky dresses, and skin made sweet by lotions. You’re not someone men look at that way, especially not kings. “Not a problem. I’m the king, right?”

You simply nod and place your feet on the desk in a move that’s so unladylike it’s almost comical. You half-expect someone of his caliber to mock you for it, tell you it’s not the proper way to behave, instruct you to lie down and take it, try to hide your sex, and act all shy when a man wants to shove his face in your crotch. But, Jungkook doesn’t. Instead, he just grabs your thighs, pushes them apart even more, and dives right back in, tongue moving up and down your slit, juices spilling onto his firm, expensive desk.

You’re handing him all control, you realize a couple of minutes in when your toes start curling again, when it feels like Jungkook is becoming one with your pussy, not even taking a breath while he’s eating you out—or so it seems. You’re just sitting there, propped up on your elbows, and staring at his pretty face.

He really is a pretty man, even if that is considered an insult for his sex. Men want to be called handsome, gruff, manly. But, you’re starting to realize you like them pretty whenever you look down between your legs and see Jungkook suck on your clit, his eyes playfully staring back at yours. He shouldn’t have this type of control over you and your preferences, so you continue teasing him. “How many women have you paid to fuck on this desk, king?”

It should put him in his place, remind him about the payment thing, give you the upper hand. But, the comment just makes him hum against your skin. “About to christen it,” he mumbles. Oh, so no one else got fucked on this desk by the man himself? Interesting.

“Then what are we waiting for?”

Your eyes look down, his look up, and right then, you know he’s going to give it to you hard. Soon enough, he’s on his feet, clothes around his thighs, cock smacking against your now thoroughly wet and prepared slit. The king kisses you, lets you feel your sweet tanginess on his tongue, something you haven’t tasted in years, and you kiss him back just as eagerly, grip his soft curls and pull him in even closer. While kissing, the tip of his cock enters you and the rest of it quickly follows.

The way you grunt at the feeling makes Jungkook chuckle and break away from the kiss. “Good?” he checks, even if he doesn’t have to. You can’t remember when anyone has checked whether you were enjoying yourself during sex, not even when it was your first time, when you were just learning things.

“It’s no hunter dick,” you say, offering no further explanation. You don’t want Jungkook to know you’re touched by his faux concern.

“On second thought, I think I'm frustrated after all,” the proud king mutters with a chuckle, hands moving down to your hips. And then, he starts smacking into you so hard you can’t help but cry out. “Should take it out on you.”

You’ve already had one orgasm and he’s built up the second one perfectly, so every stroke against your walls feels lovely, feels like exactly what you need. Jungkook seems to know that because there’s a confident look on his face that’s frowning, jaw clenched as he thrusts hard. It’s the type of face people make when they do hard work—like fighting off big, bad monsters, straining to use all their power to overcome the enemy, or doing manual labor. In other words, it’s not a face you expect a king to make, especially not a king as powerful and rich like the one currently inside of you.

“What are you so frustrated about?” you manage to squeeze the words out, even if you feel like he’s beating your hips with his, like his cock is slamming against your walls hard, like you’ll feel him inside of you long after Jungkook pulls out. “Hard being king?”

He stops trying so valiantly for a second and breaks out into laughter, even if his hips keep smacking against yours, making your ass push into the wood you’re sitting on. “Lost a lot to monsters,” he grunts, moving in so close he can barely pull his cock out of you, but that just means the thrusts are deep every time. Jungkook pulls his hips back just an inch and slams them into you again. “My future wife,” he says, reminding you of the fact that he was supposed to be a married man.

“You’re the king, your family will find a suitable match,” you say spitefully. Well, it’s not exactly out of spite, but you’re just disappointed with how the world works, how all these things are contractual. You can’t count how many men have propositioned you during the years despite the rings on their ring fingers, knowing their dutiful wives were waiting at home. Marriages were arranged by families or completely transactional—there was no love or lust or friendship behind them. “Only the finest for the king, right? I’m sure some poor soul out there is just finishing wife school hoping to become the queen.”

You were sure the king was already supposed to marry some beautiful rich girl whose father owned a lot of land or businesses. These things were arranged before people even met, without their consent or care for the well-being of the people involved in the marriage. “I didn’t even want that match to begin with,” he informs you, pressing his lips against yours for a second before grunting when you clench around him on purpose. “Let alone a suitable one.”

“A rebel king?” You giggle, wrapping your legs around his waist just to pull him into your frame, feel his body against yours. “I love that.”

When he accepts the new power play and starts pumping himself into you again, Jungkook grunts, “Monsters have taken people away from me.” You don’t need to be reminded of the dangers you face every day, so you hum. “And they’ve also taken my ability to think.”

“Why do you say that, king?” you mumble, grabbing your breast and squeezing it, which gets him to stare. Suddenly, he shifts, wraps his arms around your waist, and leans forward to lick your nipple.

Only then does the proud king answer your question. “I’m here balls deep in a hunter,” he reminds you, sheathing himself into you all the way and pausing for a second, “just because she has a big mouth.” The way Jungkook looks at you tells you all you need to know—he’s loving every second of it. His big eyes are focused on yours as his lips quiver into a smirk, and there’s something gentle about the way he looks at you.

You laugh at that and let him suck on your breasts for a while, while he continues pumping his thick length inside of you and sending shivers down your spine with his nimble tongue. “At least I’ll solve your problem for you.”

“Oh, you sure will,” he hums, “you’ll solve many of them.” You’re not sure what the mighty king means by that, but you’re taking it.

When his breathing gets ragged, you start meeting his thrust with your hips, allowing Jungkook to sink even further inside of you, which gets him to moan sweetly, eyes rolling to the back of his head. By this point, the king is sweaty, the ends of his curls sticking to the sides of his face, mouth moving from your breasts to your mouth periodically, unable to stay in one place. Somehow, the worn-out look doesn’t ruin his prettiness, doesn’t make him look any less soft, even if his face is getting red and frowning every time your walls wrap around his thick cockhead.

“God almighty!” Jungkook groans, pressing his wet forehead into the side of your face, breathing out so heavily you think he’s already come. “Can I finish inside of you? I feel like I'll die if I don’t.” He sounds so desperate that it makes you think you could get him to do anything for you.

“Only if you marry me, king,” you joke, knowing that’s the one thing hunters can’t do. You can sleep around without being married, you can travel the world, earn money and spend it however you want to, but you can’t start a family.

If you get pregnant, you’re out in the street, unable to take care of a child, unable to continue hunting. A pregnant woman can’t hunt. You’re dead within a couple of months without a roof over your head or security for your baby. You can’t risk it, no hunter can. The men can’t have a family back home when there is no home—that’s the life of a drifter like you.

“I’ll give you everything you want,” the king admits, confirming your suspicions. He pulls you in closer, his arms holding your chest close to his as he pumps fast, fingers digging into the skin of your back. “Give you everything, hm? Just let me, this once…”

“You heard me the first time,” you repeat yourself, a part of you wanting to feel him pump you full of cum, wanting to see the king lose control and get a bit stupid because of what you have between your legs, risk it all. Wouldn’t that be satisfying, knowing what you have between your legs made the king risk impregnation?

“Fine then. I’ll do it,” Jungkook says before he kisses your mouth.

The next second, his hips start staggering and he buries himself inside of you with a loud grunt. The low grunt turns into barely audible, sweet moans that make you clench—he sounds so vulnerable. That’s when you realize the king has ejaculated inside of you, that his semen is what is causing the sudden warmth between your walls.

“Did you just—?” You’re speechless. You haven’t really pushed him away or tried to stop him, so it’s on you, but you just didn’t think a king would be so reckless with it. The chances of this resulting in a child are slim, but the possibility is there.

“Fuck,” he mumbles, moving away from the kiss but staying buried inside of you, his lips still close to yours. “You don’t have to kill the monsters, but you have to be my wife. The child of a hunter and king has to be the finest specimen, don’t you think?”

“I’m not a meek little girl you can push around, king,” you stress the word with a scoff. The king might not be serious, but you decide to be honest with him. He might be—Jungkook is no typical king. “I don’t know my place and don’t have wife training. I’m not fit to be a king’s wife or any man’s wife, for that matter. You saw me when I get angry.”

“I like you better this way,” he hums, hand cupping your face, cock slowly slipping out of you. “I need someone who contradicts me once in a while. Besides, this is all the wife training you need. You passed.”

“No dowry, either,” you remind him, still not feeling any shame about him being inside of you, about his semen slowly dripping down onto the desk, about the king’s mouth being an inch away from yours. “Your—the people will go wild. You’d get nothing in return.”

Jungkook cups your face in a move so surprising it makes you stiffen. As if he realizes your inner turmoil, he smiles at you and rubs your cheeks with his thumbs. “I have all the money I could need. I don’t need your father to give me any land or gold or strategic alliance. But, you have the experience of a hunter which none of my men can compete with. I can never have it, no matter how much money I have.”

You chuckle, unable to stop looking at the man who looks quite serious about the whole thing. Maybe he has gone mad. Maybe you kind of like it. “Oh, so you only want me for my experience with monsters?”

“Hm,” Jungkook hums and lets go of your face in favor of wrapping his arms around you. “I quite like your self-sufficiency, too. You’re not afraid to speak your mind. That’s a first.” With that, the king leans in, lips brushing against your ear as he whispers, “And that sweet cunt is just a bonus.”

You chuckle again, shaking your head as the king kisses your neck, as his cock leaves your hole, causing his semen to spill out of you. “Is that enough for a marriage?”

“Aren’t most of them transactional?” Jungkook challenges, cocking an eyebrow up. “I’d get those three things out of the marriage. You’d get… A different life.”

“How come?” It’s quite obvious how a king’s life differs from a hunter’s, but you ask nonetheless. You want to hear what kind of a life he has planned for you, if any.

“Well, instead of being alone all the time, you’d have a husband,” he notes with a smile, quickly adding, “a husband that finds you intellectually challenging and so incredibly attractive. A husband that would give you all the freedom you need. A husband that would value your opinions when it came to strategy and defense against monsters. You wouldn’t have to be a trophy wife and do any of the ladylike crap they sell to young girls in school.”

All of it sounds a bit too good to be true. You never wanted to be a wife in the traditional sense and stick around the house while the husband worked and made a living. You didn’t want to have children you’d raise on your own, and you didn’t want to have to worry about being poor and not being able to support your children. With a husband like Jungkook, none of that would be a problem.

“Promise?” You hear yourself whispering against his lips, even if you’re still in shock, even if none of it seems real. It’s a good way out of a scary and lonely life you’ve lived for longer than expected in your profession.

“I promise, hunter,” the king says, sealing the deal with a gentle kiss. “Now, who do we find to kill these monsters?”

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