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[fancycollectormoon]

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[fancycollectormoon]

And I naively thought it would be a sweet chapter 🥺 but it was bitter-sweet instead

I loved parts when they acted naturally around each other, when they talked, laughed and did errands together. They seemed like a couple.

And the kissing scenes were so beautiful. I love how "simple" kissing affected them, even more than sex.

But they had to come up with this stupid agreement of being strangers and kept hurting each other. I read it with teary eyes and heavy heart.

it's obvious that they both have feelings for each other but for now they are scared to name it and admit it to each other. But each day they get closer and closer in many ascpects.

I'm wondering what solution they will find to get rid of the bounty.

And when the other hunters came to Jungkook'shouse I was just praying that she won't come out from her hiding because of her anger.

I love to see how our Jungkook changed. I'm not surpriced that she fell for him.

↳ Index [Chapter 04 - A Small Patch of Home]

Genre: Romance, friends(?) with benefits, some Angst, slight Smut

Warnings: awkward mornings after, misunderstandings & arguments as a result of it, insecurities, a few tears, soooo much pickering gaaah, mature & gentle Kook who owns tf up, hints at blowjobs, making out, creepy men being creepy, there is so much tension gaaah

Wordcount: 12.6k

a/n: i loveeee character growth <3 and i love tension and fuck i'm quaking they're so nfasdnfnas

He slept in. He never sleeps in, but last night drained him. The song of birds and the warmth of a sunlight kiss on his back wakes him.

He peels his eyes open slowly and runs them over his bedroom. He missed being home. It is the place where he can let all guards down and be himself. He doesn’t get this privilege often. 

He also really loves his own bed. The thought that he shared it with you last night sinks into his consciousness. His stomach tenses in a surprisingly good way. He reminisces. You were so soft and so reactive. Your taste was unlike anything he had on his tongue. Jungkook’s stomach tingles at the memory of its almost drug-like effect. It was amazing. He thinks of your scales next. How they felt under his lips and tongue. They didn’t take away from anything, on the contrary, Jungkook swears that his lips still tingle because of them. And your cunt. Jungkook feels warmth between his legs, rubbing them together under the blanket. The texture of her actually made him unable to stop moaning and worst of all, it made his voice pitch. Jungkook never lost control like this before. Thinking about it this morning makes his heart race. Would it be indecent of him to wake you so he could ask for more? Would you even want more? What if you disliked last night? He took your innocence after all and what if you regret it already?

Jungkook flips his head onto the other side to see if you were already awake. The bed is empty. 

He shoots up, suddenly feeling wide awake. Nervously, he runs his eyes over his room in search of your clothes. They are gone. 

“No way.”

You used his deep sleep to your advantage and fled. He fell for your trap. Last night was nothing but a scheme to lower his guards. He wouldn’t be surprised if you weren’t even a virgin and you only acted this way to curse his mind. 

And how he curses right now. 

“Piece of shit, you bloody moron. Didn’t they teach you better? You never should have trusted her. Have you learned nothing? That’s what you get for letting a dragon close. You deserve to be hit.”

He barely gets clothed, just enough to be decent. He sloppily puts on his boots and takes his sword. He runs straight to the front door, not looking around because he knows that he can’t find you in his living chambers. 

How big of a head start do you have? Can he find you again? Or have you disappeared forever? Where to go? East? North? South? Or perhaps West? You could have gone anywhere. Jungkook twists his own hair. He is such an idiot. He trusted you, let you into his bed and look at what this got him. He feels so angry and betrayed and vengeful and….hurt. He feels hurt. You hurt him. He twists the tunic at the front right where his heart aches. Why did he become gentle with a dragon? Why did he protect you and care for your comfort? Why did he sleep with you and wake up giddy because of it? And why does his heart ache now that you fled? 

Jungkook grunts as he tries to force down his heartache. He needs to focus on his anger instead. He needs to find you and make you pay. He will go west. That is where you came from and if you are simple, it is where you will run back to. 

He reaches the corner of his cottage and gets forcefully pushed to the side as someone walks right into him. 

He stumbles just as the person stumbles back. 

“Watch your bloody ste-”

Jungkook instantly recovers at the sight of you. You are here. You are here! Holding a basket of forest mushrooms which seems to have rammed into your ribs because of your collapse with Jungkook, you are actually here. You are currently rubbing said ribs, carrying a pout of discomfort.

“Ouch, my ribs. This is going to bruise.” You grin mischievously. “Well, here goes my surprise. You were supposed to be asleep for a while. I got mushrooms for breakfast.”

Jungkook lets out a sound of frustration, tensing his hands.

“Where were you? Didn’t I literally tell you not to leave without letting me know?” he isn’t yelling per say, but his voice is still raised enough that it baffles you. His pants are pulled up messily, he didn’t even tug in his shirt and his hair is a total mess. It is as if he jumped out of bed a second ago.

“I was just picking mushrooms”, you say with a pout, “I don’t know what your issue is all of a sudden.”

“What’s my issue? I told you not to leave without my knowledge and you did! What the fuck were you thinking? These woods are dangerous. There’s monsters and wild animals and, and poisonous snakes.” He points an accusing finger at you, frowning. “You could have run away. Why can’t you bloody listen to what I tell you?”

“I was just picking mushrooms, you nut!” You finally can’t take it anymore, stomping your foot. “You were sleeping so peacefully and I didn’t want to wake you. I wanted to surprise you with breakfast, but you had nothing in the kitchen so I left to get mushrooms. I wasn’t going to run away, urgh you-you-you…you rude fart!”

“Rude fart?”

“Yes, rude fart.”

You and he exchange a look. His lips begin to tremble as he holds back a laugh. You have to look away otherwise you would have broken too. The insult came to you and you said it before thinking it over. It is hilarious now that it is out there. Don’t laugh, don’t laugh, don’t laugh. One glance. This was a mistake because Jungkook is glancing too. The both of you break, laughing at the stupid insult you threw at his head.

“That’s the worst insult ever.”

“I’d like to see you think of something better on the spot.”

“I don’t know, like…rotting toenail.”

“Ew, no that’s just disgusting”, you protest, shaking your head.

“Ah, fuck. You drive me mad”, he gets out as half a chuckle and drops his sword, closing the distance with such vigour that you stumble back. 

“Don’t hurt me. I’m sorry, I didn’t-”

He takes you into his arms, burying his nose in the crook of your neck. You are frozen on the spot, gawking at the forest behind him as you are trying to make sense of what was happening.

“I thought that you ran away”, he mumbles, squeezing you tightly with both arms wrapped around you. It feels as if he wanted to use his body to cage you in, to make sure that you wouldn’t run away again.

You widen your eyes. His passionate display of anger originated from worry? 

He steps back and holds you by your shoulders, looking at you with widened eyes.

“Don’t ever scare me like that again. Hear me? Don’t ever do this again”, he is still scolding you, but talks in a gentle voice. 

“I…” 

You don’t know what to say. He seems so relieved and so happy to see you. All of a sudden, your own situation sinks in for you. Why was your first thought after waking up that you loved last night? Why did you follow it up with staring at Jungkook’s back for a while with a fluttering heart? Why did you kiss the marks you left before you got up? And why did you use your chance for escape to look for mushrooms so you can prepare breakfast for you and him? 

Somehow Jungkook seems to know exactly what you are thinking. He retreats his touch slowly, eyes racing between yours. 

“Why didn’t you run away?” he asks hesitantly.

“I don’t know”, you get out, eyes captured by him.

“I see.” 

“Yes.”

You and he should do something, act, move, end this moment but neither of you can. You are trapped in the connection of your eyes.

“I woke-” “I hope-” 

You and he begin at the same time. You laugh nervously, Jungkook does as well. 

“You fir-” “You-” 

You and he look away shyly.

“You first”, he finally gets out.

“I woke up early today. I wanted to wake you, but you seemed so peaceful. So I enjoyed the sunlight for a while before I decided to make breakfast. Forgive me, this is such a boring story and I already told you before. I don’t know what I’m saying, forgive me.”

He shakes his head, “don’t worry. The sunlight is nice on my porch, isn’t it?”

“Yes, very nice.” 

You exchange one shy look.

“What did you want to say?” you ask him.

“Oh, uhm”, he scratches his neck, “uhm, I guess I wanted to say that, uhm, I hope that last night was good for you.”

“Oh.” You lower your head giddily, visibly becoming smaller in giddiness. You sway from side to side, nodding your head.

“It was?”

“Yes, it was”, you confess and hide your giggle behind your hand. Then you meet his eyes again. “Thank you for not hurting me. I know I was a lot of work. I’m sorry that I was a virgin and that you had to spend so much time on me.”

“What? Don’t apologise for that, what the heavens?” He holds you by your shoulders again. His grip is possessive. “I should apologise. I shouldn’t have called you too much work. You weren’t. You were perfect.” 

“Oh.” You were perfect?

“I…forgive me…I don’t know what I’m saying”, he panics, pulling back because his own actions embarrass him. Look at him acting like a giddy boy after one passionate night. He is better than this. Jungkook straightens his back, hoping that his cheeks aren’t flushed.

“It’s alright. Thank you for saying it and…” you fluster, speaking in a quiet voice, “and for last night. It was so nice.” You giggle, scrunching your nose.

Jungkook smiles.

“It was nice for me too. Should I carry the basket?”

“What? Oh, uhm. No, it’s alright.”

“Come on, just give it to me.” 

“Oh, yes. Alright.” 

And like that, you follow him back to the cottage, feeling overwhelmed and confused.

“What were you planning to make?” he asks.

“I…uhm…I guess I wanted to bake a loaf of bread and make mushroom stew.” 

“Sounds delicious.”

His attitude and kindness only confuses you more. What happened to him? And why – why on earth – did you not run away when you had the chance? Secondly, why aren’t you regretting it?

He sets the basket down by the porch and sits down. You join him on the other side of the basket. He glances at you shimmying, listening to the soft gasp you let out.

“Are you sore?” he asks, eyes focused on your lower lip between your teeth.

“What?” you almost flinch as if being perceived sunk into your consciousness. You straighten your back and stop biting your lip.

He gestures at your middle, “are you sore?”

“Oh.” The golden edges of your scales glow red as if they were flushed. “No, but I…it’s stupid.”

“No, tell me. Did I hurt you?”

You shake your head, “I just…I had a man inside me. I feel like a real woman. By the gods, I’m acting like a fool”, you say and cup your neck to cover your flushed scales.

Jungkook thinks that you are very sweet right now, fighting the urge to smile. If he was just a little less prideful, he would have given in.

“It feels like a weird dream. I always thought that this was just something which wasn’t going to happen for me. I’m not really someone people find attractive. I don’t know.” You look at your own hands, picking at your skin as a nervous habit. “Fuck, I must sound like a fool to you. I don’t even know why I’m saying all that.”

“It’s alright, you don’t sound like a fool”, he says, fighting the urge to tell you that you weren’t ugly.

“Argh gods, let’s just clean these mushrooms before I completely embarrass myself”, you say and begin work.

He studies you and your very human-looking hands. Everything about you is so normal. He averts his eyes to the foraged food before he does something he will regret. Like reach out and trace your scales.

You and he clean the mushrooms side by side, leaving for the kitchen together once everything was done. He gets fresh water from the well, while you chop the mushrooms. He puts a pot on the fire while you look through his spices. You have your back turned to him, the morning sun illuminates you in golden warmth.

“There are more spices here”, he says. 

“Where?” 

“Here.”

You turn, coming face to face with him. 

“Oh.” “Oh.”

You and he can practically share air. He seems just as shocked as you. All he wanted to do was to show you the spice cabinet. He miscalculated how close you are. Now granted, you were a lot closer to him last night, but it is a new day. The tension which has been building up for days has been resolved last night. There is no reason to be so close together right now.

“Excuse me”, he says and steps back.

“Hah”, you let out and look away, rubbing your scales. 

You shimmy from one foot to the other, sharing awkward silence. The bubbling mushroom stew fills it, but it doesn’t truly help.

Your eyes meet briefly and flit away.

“This is very uncomfortable for me”, you confess.

“Yes”, he instantly relaxes, “yes, it is for me as well.” 

You let out a small laugh of relief. Jungkook retorts it. You look to the side, rubbing your neck nervously. 

“I don’t know how to start this”, you say.

“I guess we could be honest.”

“Yes. Right. What did last night change for you? Or did it even change anything?”

“It did. I think that, I guess, I just”, he huffs out air. “Listen.”

“This already sounds ominous.”

“No, let me speak.”

“Alright.”

“It’s just a lot for me. I don’t know what to do. My instincts keep telling me that you are bad, that a dead dragon is the best dragon.” 

You slide your hand to the knife.

“Don’t be scared.” He puts his hand over yours. “I don’t want to hurt you. That’s the thing. I don’t want to be this person anymore. The narrow minded fool who cannot differentiate between true evil and a person just different from him. I do not want to be this way anymore.”

“Really?”

“Yes. A-and I know that our, I guess for a lack of a better word, our relationship cannot change entirely just because we had this, this moment last night. We basically know nothing of each other and there was a lot of bad blood between us mere three months ago.”

“Right.”

“But I know for certain that I don’t want to be hostile with you anymore. At least, I am learning not to be.”

“I see. I like to know this.”

He pulls his hand back and nods. You retort the nod. You stir the soup, Jungkook watches the liquid dance in the pot.

“So what does this make us?” you ask him.

“Listen”, he begins with a sigh, “last night was genuinely amazing for me. You were the first dragon I was with and I can’t stop thinking about how you felt.”

Your face heats up. This genuinely flusters you.

“Yes, me neither”, you confess. 

“I just… I don’t do ‘commitment’ anymore. I’m settled in life. I have my house, my drawings, my horse and my work.”

“Right. Your work.”

“Honest work from now on.”

You relax your features.

“I have everything I need and I don’t have space for a partnership. Last night was fun, nothing more.”

“I can live with that. I don’t think I want to be your partner either. Once this bounty is off my head, I’m a free woman for the first time in, gods, the first time I can remember. I want to use this opportunity to see the world.” 

“Good. This makes it a lot easier.”

You agree with a nod of your head.

“So, I guess that we can agree that we had fun and a good time and that once we cleared you of the bounty, we go our separate ways?” he suggests.

“This sounds like a good plan. Do you have any ideas already on how to clear me?”

“None if I’m being honest.”

“Yeah, me neither.” You look around for a moment. “But that’s alright. There are worse places to hide out in.” 

He laughs, looking into the food.

“Yes, well, feel welcome for as long as we need to come up with this cursed plan.”

“Thank you, I will.”

And so it happens that you spend the days as nothing but two strangers who will go their separate ways once time is right. You help Jungkook clean the house of the dust, together you clear out his garden and free his flower beds from the growing scrubs. It is a time well spent between two strangers who supposedly care nothing about each other. When you aren’t working together on removing the passage of time from his land, you attempt to avoid each other as best as possible. Jungkook tends to Calla or locks himself upstairs in what you soon learn to be his drawing room. While you spend your time of solace reading or coming up with plans for your freedom. 

It is truly a time well spent between two enemies turned strangers and so the days turn into a week and suddenly you find yourself under him again, naked skin against naked skin, exalted breath and tongue drenched in the taste of his kiss. And you both agree the next day that it was just a slip up, just an act of boredom and you leave it at that. 

The house is clean by now. The reasons to spend time together are wasted. There should be no more reason to see each other throughout the day and yet as the days are close to becoming two weeks, it gets harder to ignore each other in the morning. 

You open your eyes. There is a lump in your chest, right where it is supposed to rise the highest during a deep breath. It weighs it down, making it difficult to breathe. You are naked again. The tickle of the sheets as he gave you glimpses of heaven last night is still lingering on your skin. It was nice, so why do you feel so bad this morning? 

“I know what you’re thinking. I am thinking the same.”

You roll your head to the side at the sound of his voice. He is facing you, chest carrying new marks of last night.

“What am I thinking?”

“Last night was nice, so why do I feel like shit?”

“I was thinking that, yes.”

He takes a deep breath and flips to his back, exhaling. 

“You have to sleep somewhere else from now on.”

“Are you sending me back to the floor? Seriously?”

“Not the floor. You can sleep on the sofa.”

“Without a pillow or a blanket?”

“No, obviously I am going to give you both”, he throws back sassily. “I cannot have you in my bed anymore.”

“So because you cannot do it anymore, I have to move out of this room? Why can’t you sleep on the sofa?”

“Why would I do that? It’s my bed, my house, my-”

“Don’t you dare say your rules or I’m rolling my eyes.”

“My rules.”

You roll your eyes.

“Roll your eyes all you want. We have to stop sharing a bed. It’s not natural.”

“But I like this bed.”

“Pity. You’ll like the sofa as well”, he says and rolls out of bed.

“Hey! Don’t leave now!” you call after him, but he already disappeared outside. 

And something happens that day which shouldn’t affect Jungkook and yet somehow it does. You don’t talk to him. As a matter of fact, you avoid him completely. You don’t eat breakfast nor lunch with him and he can’t see you sitting by the front porch when he returns from Calla’s stable. When he spots you in the future goat enclosure picking weeds and he raises his hand to give you a friendly – stranger appropriate – wave, you turn your back to him and act as if he was invisible. Now it is dinner time and he called your name three times already with no results.  

Right when he was about to storm into the bathing room to snap at you, the door to his bedroom opens and you step outside in your shift, carrying a pillow and a blanket. 

“I called your name three times. Dinner’s ready.”

Punishing him with silence, you prepare your bed for the night, doing so with your back turned to him.

“Did you hear me? I made dinner.” 

You slam your hand down on the pillow to ‘fluff it’ then lay down on the sofa. 

“___?”

You blow out the candle by the table and pull the blanket over your head.

“Are you serious? What’s this?” 

Silence.

“Why are you ignoring me?”

Silence.

“Hello? I am talking to you.” 

Silence.

“I am fucking talking to you.”

You sit up and finally talk.

“Excuse me, stranger. I know we don’t know each other, but you are kind of in my bedroom right now and I’m trying to sleep, so if you could kindly just shut it, I would appreciate it”, you say very sassily and fall back into the pillow, back turned to him. 

“Alright, I get it. Real mature. You know what? How about I just fuck off and die then?”

Silence. And Jungkook literally goes crazy because of it. And it is not because he is being ignored, it is because he is being ignored by you and he thought that you and he were better than this. Which then makes him realise that it shouldn’t get to him because you agreed on being strangers with a transient connection. Which only makes him feel crazier because it shouldn’t bother him but it does and he doesn’t want it to bother him and most of all, he doesn’t want you to fucking ignore him. Goddamn it what is happening to him.

“Urgh, you are the most stubborn, most annoying, most inconvenient person I have ever met. No wonder you dragons end up alone”, he spits and stands up to storm out of the cottage. 

“Yeah? You are just a stranger to me, so I don’t care what you say!” 

He sticks his head back inside, “fuck you.”

“Fuck you too.” 

He slams the door closed and isn’t seen of again for the rest of the night.

The sunlight wakes you the next day. You slept surprisingly well. His sofa is actually very comfortable, even if you hate admitting it. Speaking of Jungkook, his bedroom door is still open after you left it this way last night. 

How strange. 

You get up and tiptoe to the open bedroom. 

How strange indeed. 

It is empty. As is his bathroom. Upstairs is empty as well and his study definitely doesn’t house Jungkook right now. His trophies are very much home still. How wonderful. Preserved reminders of the extinction of your people. Armour made of dragon scales, taxidermied skulls and fangs, mummified eggs. What a beautiful sight to see first thing in the morning.

“Why am I not surprised that you can’t even listen to this?”

You whip around at the sudden voice coming from the doorway. Jungkook magically appeared, still in yesterday’s clothes yet looking a lot more gruff. 

“Where were you?”

“She talks again.”

You scowl, crossing your arms in front of your chest. He brushes over your glare and gestures vaguely at his trophies.

“It’s not good you’re here. Don’t go in here”, he lulls and pushes himself off the doorway to wobble away. 

You follow him. He leaves behind a scent trail of alcohol and women’s perfume. 

“Are you drunk? Where were you? Why do you smell like this?” 

“We are nothing but strangers, remember? Don’t ask me questions a person who cares would ask.”

“So I’m a person again? Not a stubborn dragon?”

“Whatever. Just don’t fucking care.” 

“Well, I care enough because you are the one who is supposed to rid me of my bounty and I need you to not disappear on me or have you forgotten already?”

“Trust me, I haven’t. I can’t wait to have you out of my home.”

“And? Have you thought of ways lately?”

He sighs in annoyance and stops, turning to you slowly.

“Listen. My head’s pounding and I’m deathly tired. I really don’t want to think about you right now.”

“Well, beats me. Should have drank less then.”

He scowls, tightening his jaw. 

“Where were you last night?”

“The bloody tavern, by the fucking gods. I drank, I ate and then I fucked. Happy? I fucked a human woman who, who didn’t feel like you because I-I’m sick of having your memory in my head.”

“I see.” 

You glare at each other. 

“You’re the one who keeps asking for more, just saying”, you throw at him, visibly catching him off guard.

In the end, he decides that fleeing was the best way of attack.

“Whatever. What do I fucking care?” he murmurs and closes his bedroom door. The lock turns.  

You have to sit down and digest the situation. It fills your stomach painfully, spreading to your chest and lower stomach as well. 

You don’t want to let it get to you and part of you knows that it shouldn’t, but it gets to you. First he banishes you from his bed because “it isn’t natural” to share it after having shared intimacy in it mere hours earlier. Then he calls your people unlovable. And today, he comes home from having to drink and fuck all night in order to forget the feeling of you. 

He matters very little to you, but he is still the man who took your innocence. He is still the man who made you feel beautiful and desirable for the very first time as he held your hand and allowed you to have a piece of him. You never felt disgusting afterwards and yet suddenly you feel dirty and revolting. 

This is what hurts so very much. Being pushed away and being the reason for someone having to get drunk, after thinking that the person you trusted with your naked body will treat it well.

You think about leaving that day. You have no idea where you would go or how you would rid yourself of the bounty. You also have no idea how you would defend yourself if other Hunters found you. You never had a father who could teach you things like fire breath or dragon claw. You never learned how to be a dragon because the part who made you a dragon left before you even saw the first day of this cruel life. The person who cursed you to be an outcast was the very first person who cast you away. You spend many hours that day being angry at your father. It is a good distraction from the shame and hurt you would otherwise feel.

The day passes by not because you want it to but because that is what it does. It wasn’t well spent. Hell, it wasn’t even spent at all. The empty chicken coop needs tending to. You have been cleaning the same spot for gods know how long. It is a good distraction from the shame and hurt you would feel otherwise.

“___?”

Your chest tightens. You hate that you know the sound of his voice these days. 

“Can we talk?”

You don’t want to look at him, who is clearly in the doorway right now waiting for you to acknowledge him. 

“Please? It won’t take long.”

You won’t be able to ignore him any longer.

“I don’t have time right now”, you say and press yourself past him with a lowered head. 

He follows, brushing his hand along your lower arm softly.

“I have to apologise.”

You stop. You don’t have the courage to look at him yet.

“I feel that we stopped getting along despite our agreement. I want to apologise for my part in doing so.”

“Are you aware of what you did?”

You meet his eyes but look away in the end. Too scary. Too vulnerable.

“You can tell me. I want to listen.”

It sounds tempting. To be heard. To show yourself vulnerable again and be accepted. 

“No”, you wrap your arms around yourself, shaking your head, “no, you wouldn’t understand.”

“I’m trying to, am I not?”

You shake your head, “no.” 

He exhales in frustration, “just tell me.”

“Can we just agree to focus on my freedom from now on?”

He falters for a moment.

“If that is what you want.”

“I do.”

“Alright.”

You nod your head and leave in hasty steps. Jungkook lets you.

You don’t sleep on the sofa that night. You take the blanket and your pillow and hide away upstairs right under the roof and behind a big trunk. Jungkook lets you, feeling frustrated and angry. Until he lies in his bed and he cannot fall asleep. Well mostly, because he slept until sundown, but also because he cannot stop thinking about you.

“Don’t do it, Jungkook”, he talks to himself, “she’s nothing to you. Alright? Don’t you fucking do it.”

It is your fault that he acted out. Yes, it is your fault. But is it? After all, it was him that sent you away first.

“Don’t do it.” 

And it was him who said all these things. 

“Ah, fuck that.”

He rolls out of bed and takes a candle. He hurries upstairs, crawling the last few meters to get to you. He can still sit but has to crane his neck a little. He puts the candle on top of the trunk then touches your arm to shake you awake.

“I’m still awake.”

“Oh. Well.” 

The candle illuminates the cramped space enough that he can make out your features and body. Your back is turned to him, unguarded by the blanket. He scratches it with intent, watching your scales ripple as a sign of enjoyment. Just how humans get goosebumps.

“What upsets you? Talk to me.”

“Please just leave me alone.” 

“No. We were fine until we weren’t. Is it because I don’t know how to rid you of the bounty?”

“No.”

“Then is it because I drank?”

“Partially.”

“And I told you that we cannot share a bed anymore?”

“Yes.”

“Seriously? Because of this you act like a mute?”

You flee his touch. Jungkook chases it, rubbing your upper back.

“I didn’t know that it would offend you so much. I believed that you shared my feelings for the situation.” 

“Why would I? When it basically means that I agree I am revolting?”

“What?”

You flee even more, almost pressing yourself to the trunk. 

“You drank because of me and then had to fuck a human to get rid of my memory”, you get out and fall very, very silent afterwards. 

All he gets from you, are your shoulders shaking as you try to hide that you are crying. 

He feels…bad. 

“Hey”, he says, rubbing your shoulder.

You grow small, but he doesn’t let you shake him off, scratching your back soothingly. His brain is one second away from blanking. He seriously has no idea what to say and yet somehow, his tongue is still producing words.

“I didn’t- listen. Is this how you feel?”

“Yes. You’re the only person who wanted me this way, but you still think that I’m disgusting. Don’t you?”

He can hear from the sound of your small, sad voice just how delicate of a subject this is for you. He feels guilty. He took your innocence and introduced you to sex that way. He is aware that it makes him someone in another’s head. It has to be especially deep for you because he was the one person who swore to hate you forever and to have this person suddenly feel enchanted by you must have been healing.

“No. You got this all wrong”, he says and tries to flip you over.

“Please leave me alone.”

“I’m not disgusted by you, on the contrary. If I had kept you in my bed, I would have begged you to take me again and again. I drank because I couldn’t bear being ignored by you and I fucked that human because the memory of how good you felt was haunting me.” 

You finally let him flip you onto your back. He wipes your tears. 

“You got it all wrong, you silly girl. I’m not disgusted, I’m too obsessed and it shouldn’t be this way.”

You meet his eyes.

“We agreed to go our separate ways once we rid you of the bounty. What if I get so used to sharing intimacy with you that I cannot find the magic anywhere else once you left?”

“So you hurt me just to save yourself?”

“It wasn’t my intention to hurt you. I wanted to protect you and I. You looked so regretful and I wanted to make it easier for the both of us.”

“You did a very shitty job at that.”

He laughs, agreeing with a nod of his head. You feel the need to laugh as well. He cradles your cheek and wipes the last little droplets of tears.

“Why did you regret it?” you ask him.

“Why did you?” 

“Because we agreed on being strangers and strangers don’t have sex so many times.”

“This is my reason as well.”

Your eyes meet in disbelief.

It is a funny little thing to realise how much can truly be resolved through conversation. Two people once thinking the other wanted harm had been on the same page all along. If only more people would know how easy the world could be if they listened and talked and listened some more.

You and he let out a laugh of relief and shared disbelief.

“What if we agree that it is alright for us as soon-to-be-strangers-again to spend the nights together? Could you agree to that?” he asks. 

“Can I sleep in the bed again?” you ask rolling to your side to face him.

He chuckles, rubbing your shoulder.

“Yes, you can.”

“Then yes I can agree to that.”

“Great. Then let’s get yourself up and to bed.”

“It is actually very comfortable to sleep here. It feels safe.” 

“Yes and full of spiders.”

“I had worse things crawl over me. Besides, spiders were always nice to me.”

He laughs, “if you say so.” 

“I do. One time I woke up to a tiger slug attempting to eat my boot.”

“A tiger slug? Disgusting. Those things are huge.”

“It was as huge as my entire forearm.”

He makes a sound of disgust.

“Yeah and another time I was so tired from fleeing that I passed out on an ant hill. I woke up in so much pain the next morning.”

“I can imagine. This is awful.”

“It was.”

You glance at him.

“I must be getting tired”, you say and laugh nervously, “I don’t know why I told you all this.”

“That’s alright.” 

You reached the bed, exchanging a look.

“So we are going to bed?”

“Suit yourself. I feel wide awake.”

“Because you slept all day.”

“And I will regret it tomorrow.”

He makes you laugh. You laughed together quite a lot this night. 

He ends it by rubbing the small of your back.

“You go ahead and sleep. I’ll be upstairs drawing.” He pushes you softly, “go ahead.”

You finally feel brave enough to climb under the covers.

“This is nice”, you whisper to yourself. 

Jungkook smiles softly. His instincts tell him to pet your head, but he suppresses them.

“With the candle on or without?”

“With. I don’t like full darkness.”

He lights your candle.

“Thanks.”

“Sleep tight, don’t let the bed bugs bite. Or tiger slugs in your case.”

You laugh, “or ants.”

He laughs, “right.”

He leaves the room soon after. Cocooned in the soft clouds of his bed and with the candle quietly crackling beside you, you feel very tired all of a sudden. It isn’t long after that you find yourself in a deep and restful slumber.

The days become more peaceful after you made your new agreement. In a sense it becomes easier to exist in each other’s space because it was agreed upon that it wasn’t weird. You make each other laugh a lot. Strangers can make each other laugh, that was alright to do. 

You begin to eat dinner together because dinner was part of the night and you agreed that it was alright to spend the night together. He begins to read to you by the fire while you made a basket and sometimes he mindlessly runs his fingers over your scales. It was alright to do because it happened during the night and it was alright to spend the night together. When he didn’t read to you, it was you who read to him while he drew and sometimes you mindlessly traced the tattoos on his skin. It was alright to do because it happened during the night. Everything was allowed during the night and when you and he woke up the next morning, naked and heads filled with new memories of intimacy, you didn’t speak of it because what happened at night stays at night.

The number of days of being here reached the forties when you aren’t by the fireplace with your basket as Jungkook comes out of the bathing chamber. You are sitting by the dining table, using a candle for light and scribbling on a piece of paper.

“What are you doing?” he asks. 

“I’m writing a letter.”

“What? A letter?”

“Yes, to Xenia. I want to tell her that I am alright these days.” 

“You cannot send a letter.”

“What do you mean?” You look up from the letter, brows furrowed.

“You cannot send this letter.”

“Why not?” 

“Because every letter send in these parts of the kingdom get read by the king’s spies before they get send out and if they saw that you were writing such letters-”

“They would realise that you have been hiding me.” 

“Exactly.” 

You look at the letter you have been crafting with love for the better of an hour. Sadness washes over you.

“I am sorry. I know how much you liked her”, he says.

“Yes, I really did”, you murmur and lower your head sadly, “I just wanted to let her know that I am alright.”

Jungkook closes the distance. He makes himself small so he was on eye level with you and gives you a hug. You sink into his embrace. It was alright to do because it was already night. 

“I am certain that once you are free, you can visit her.”

“Yes. I want to do this.”

He lets go of you and stands back up. You follow him with your eyes. A little warm flame flickers in your chest because of his hug. You tell yourself that it was alright because it was the night and whatever happens at night was allowed.

“What did you write her?”

“Nothing yet. I decorated the paper. Look, that’s supposed to be us and Calla and the farm”, you say and point at the drawing at the bottom of the letter. 

“Oh that is…yes, it’s nice.”

You scowl at him. He lifts his brows first then breaks into a boyish snicker. 

“You’re really good at making baskets though.”

“Very funny. At least it was made with love”, you snap back.

“I cannot argue with that. I like that Calla has one thick strand of hair for her tail and is that supposed to be…” He bends down to inspect the drawing with squinted eyes. “What is that supposed to be?”

“Your sword. Urgh whatever, it’s useless anyway”, you say and stand up, shoving the letter away. 

“No, but it’s good. It’s really good. We have to keep it and then send it to Xenia when the time is right.”

You drop on the sofa with a huff of air, crossing your arms in front of your chest. Jungkook studies your sulking form and laughs, closing the distance.

“Come on, don’t sulk.”

You pout harder. 

He gets on the sofa and straddles you, taking your wrists to pin them next to your head instead. 

“I said don’t sulk”, he says and kisses your lips.

This is alright to do, right? It is alright for your heart to feel alive in your chest because it is night. Right?

He laces his fingers with you and lowers himself to his elbows, deepening the kiss. 

This is the first time this happens. Kisses have been reserved for the bed until now and they only happened when sex was the end goal. But this doesn’t feel like the kisses he gives you for sex. This feels like the kisses he gives you when he is fuzzy and giddy after the sex. 

Is this allowed to happen? Technically it is night and you agreed that everything was allowed. Yes, it should be alright. 

You relax under him and squeeze his hands.  

That night you fall asleep in his arms. He didn’t read to you, you didn’t read to him, you simply kissed. You kissed until your lips were tender.

He is reading to you, fingertips running along your scales. You don’t know what he tells you because your mind is racing. Last night is haunting you. All day you and he acted as if it didn’t happen, but in your head it repeated itself over and over again. How he wanted to make every second count. How he held your hands and how he touched you innocently. Some people believe that the act of kissing was nothing less than inhaling a part of the other’s soul, that kissing was the closest two souls can get to being one and last night felt like this. It has been driving you insane because is it allowed for two strangers-to-be to touch souls for a night? It should be allowed because he wouldn’t have done it otherwise and it didn’t change anything for you either. It changed nothing. No, nothing. 

You glance at him. He is completely lost in the book, running the back of his pointer finger up and down the shell of your ear. You know that he speaks, but all you concentrate on are his lips as they form the words. 

Maybe you are going crazy, but they seem especially flushed tonight. And so interesting. Whenever they form the letter O, they become so pouty. You never realised that he had a little mole right under them. 

You turn to him completely and touch it. 

Jungkook stumbles over his words and freezes. He stares at you with parted lips and the book held in the air unmoving. 

You trace the mole and lean in to kiss it. He tries to kiss you back, book still held up high. You manage to crawl under his arm and kiss his mole again. And again. And again. And again. And suddenly you are on his bottom lip. 

He purrs softly, dragging you back to reality. You pull away, covering your mouth. 

Your gazes meet. His eyes race between yours, pupils dilated not in desire but…whatever emotion this is. You cannot tell. 

You dare to kiss his lower lip again. He sighs, looking at you with even bigger pupils when you pull back again. 

He lowers the book, letting it slip to the floor. He wraps his arm around you, reaching out with his other hand to run the back of it down your cheek.

Your lids flutter, your fingers itch to feel him. So you reach out and run nothing but your fingertips down his cheek. He tilts his head to the touch and brushes his thumb under your bottom lip. 

You close the distance and kiss him, putting your hands on his chest. He cradles your cheek, holding you by your waist once you are on his lap.

It feels how it felt last night. Amazing and as if your souls were touching. This is alright. It means nothing. It is night after all.

It meant nothing. Last night meant nothing. It haunts your memories, but this doesn’t mean anything. 

You know how he tastes. You wanted to find out how it feels to have him in your mouth. It was alright, but his reactions are what haunt you. His encouraging pets and praises and how he grabbed the sheets and arched his back when he filled your mouth with his orgasm. This is what haunts you. Knowing how he tastes and how he acts in this specific situation. As well as knowing that he kissed you afterwards.

He is facing you right now, sleeping with his wrists bent in a weird position. He has a scar on his cheek, around two centimetres long, and a small slit in his right eyebrow just as long as his brow was thick. Maybe a claw strike or a nib with a dagger. Other than that, his face is spotless. His skin is sunkissed and dewy. His neck long hair, which he normally keeps tied back, lies messily on the pillow. 

You set your fingertip on his wrist and dance it along his black tattoos. 

You read about the Hunter marks. They show up once a Hunter triggers their curse. The wearer can neither decide the motives nor placements, but nine out of ten Hunters get their markings along their arms and torsos. These tattoos are mostly a mixture of Elvish runes, ancient symbols and warrior markings. They glow when a Hunter reaches into their powers, otherwise they sit on the skin in a monotone black. 

Jungkook’s tattoos span along his arms and his upper back, reaching along his chest as if he was wearing a gorget. 

His skin is so soft.

He opens his eyes.

“Oh. Shit.” You pull your hand away.

He chuckles deeply and closes his eyes again. 

“Mhm, morrow”, he murmurs.

“Good morrow.” 

“What were you doing?”

“Nothing.”

“Didn’t feel like nothing”, he is smiling faintly as he talks. 

“Forgive me. I believed that you were sleeping.”

“It’s alright. You don’t have to stop for my sake.”

You probably should stop, but you don’t. You set your fingertip on his collarbone and brush it up to his shoulder. Goosebumps cover his skin, he exhales deeply. His features relax.

“Is it true that they appear against your will?” you ask him, keeping your voice down.

“Yes.”

“And that you can’t choose the motives?”

“Yes.” 

“Did they hurt?”

“Terribly. I was only fifteen.”

“You were.” 

You trace the letters of the Elvish runes spanning along his biceps and down his forearm. You have traced them a dozen times before during the night, but never in the morning. 

“Do you know what they say?” 

“We fight until the skies weep and the earth births blood.” He opens his eyes. “I had them translated when I first turned. I wanted to figure out what happened to me.” 

“I see. Do they all say the same thing?”

“No, some are runes for strength, protection, blessings, endurance and this one here reads swift like the wind the blade cuts through scale.”

You pull your hand back, having to gulp nervously. He traces your scales gently as if he wanted to prove to you and him that his hands can do other things than slice. 

“Can you feel through your scales?” he asks. 

“Not how I feel through my skin. I can feel hot and cold and when they get wet, but it’s very muted.”

“And touch?”

“When the tips are touched, it feels similar to when someone plays with your hair at the nape of your neck.”

“So really nice?”

“Yes. And when you pet them against the growth, it’s a more intense version of that.”

“Do you…do you feel pain in them?”

“When they get plucked or ripped out. Or when they get sliced deep enough that flesh gets cut.”

“I see.” 

He places his entire palm on them and pets them against their growth. Your scales ripple and the rest of your body gets covered in goosebumps. It feels so good.

He furrows his brows.

“I’m so sorry”, he whispers, voice shaky.

“Sorry for what?”

“For what I did to your kind. If I could take back what I did, I would.”

“Oh.”

“Do you believe that I can be redeemed?”

“I do.”

He looks into your eyes and smiles. You retort it after a moment of shyness. 

“I’m glad”, he mouths, eyes carrying honest relief.

He seems so vulnerable right now. A sense of tenderness overcomes you, drawing you close to him. You kiss his lips. Just once because then he already pulls back with a gasp, fingers falling to his lips.

“I shouldn’t- we shouldn’t. I. It’s not night.” 

“I don’t know why I did that.”

You stare at each other now far away and flabbergasted. Jungkook liked the kiss. You liked it too. 

“I don’t-”

“Yeah, I-”

This wasn’t supposed to happen. It wasn’t allowed yet.

“I think I should get up and feed Calla.”

“I think I should, uhm, get up and make breakfast.”

“Right.”

“Right.”

You and he roll out of bed at the same time, ignoring the fact that you were both naked and you needed to get dressed in front of each other. It doesn’t help that you reach the door and touch the handle at the same time. You pull your hands back quickly. 

“Go ahead.” “You first.”

You and he pump shoulders and stumble together as you try to leave the room at the same time.

You laugh awkwardly. He cannot bear to look at you.

“You first.”

“Right.”

You leave. He follows. Outside, you try to hurry to your tasks as fast as possible. Distance.

You need distance from each other.

You attempt to avoid each other as best as possible all day. You eat separately and work on opposite sides of the cottage. You couldn’t possibly face each other. Not after the morning you had.

The only time you have to talk to him is during the later afternoon. He is by the goat shed, sawing wood in front of it for the reparations he is currently doing.

He lifts his head when you steal his sunlight. A layer of sweat sits on his skin, turning his white shirt just a little translucent at parts. His hair is tied back and his hands are dirty from work. He runs his eyes over your getup, especially the hunting bow in your hand. He cocks his right brow in curiosity.

“I have to go into the forest. We ran out of food”, you tell him.

He nods his head. 

“Don’t go too far. There are monsters in the deeper parts”, he says.

“I’ll be careful. I survived until now, didn’t I?”

“Yes”, he looks away with an amused smile, “you did.”

You bid your goodbye and make haste. Time is your greatest enemy. You need to find game before the light disappears.

Your current living situation is a funny thing. Three months ago, you scraped by in a cold, dingy cave. Two months ago, you were tied up and scared on a shaky horse cart, trying to escape Jungkook. These days, you are running around the forests with plans of returning. Now granted, this won’t be your life forever, but it isn’t the worst. 

You have warm food, a warm bed, a warm bath. Quite frankly, you are just so very warm these days. When it rains, you don’t have to worry about flash floods and when it storms, you don’t have to worry about possible debris burying you. Gods know, what you won’t have to worry about when winter comes. 

No. You cannot think this way. 

You have walked quite a while by now, slowing down as your own thoughts shock you.

You cannot think about winter. Summer has barely even begun and winter is so far away. You plan on leaving after all of this. The winter is a future which should be imagined someplace else. Not his farm. He is a soon-to-be-stranger and his house is not your home.

Branches snap and call your attention. You lower yourself into the scrubs and wait.

Two pheasants. You managed to catch two pheasants and on your way back, manage to stumble upon a field of wild carrots. With the unlucky birds thrown over one shoulder and the wild carrots thrown over the other, you arrive at the clearing. 

Voices. Unfamiliar. You are nothing but two meters from the goat shed.  

A man takes a step back, another follows. They are each wearing a sleeveless tunica and have a sword strapped to their backs. There are black tattoos spanning all over their arms. 

Hunters.

You tuck behind the shed, hiding in the high bushes. Your heart is beating uncontrollably. How and why are there Hunters talking to Jungkook? And what are they even talking about? They are too far away for you to make out their words. You have to get closer.

You crawl along the shed, using the wall for cover until you are at the side of it. The wood pile hides you.

“You know how it is. People are greedy these days.”

Finally. Now, stay as quiet as possible. 

“War’s been terrible for everyone”, Jungkook says.

“Fuck the war”, one Hunter says and spits on the ground, “like it’s our fault the king wants more land. We gotta eat too.”

“We do”, Jungkook agrees dryly.

“Speaking of food. We can stay for dinner, can’t we?” the second Hunter asks.

“I don’t like guests.”

“Come now. You’re not gonna send fellow brothers away.” 

“As I said; war’s been terrible for everyone.”

The first one spits on the ground again. 

“Well, fuck it then. Where’s that dragon you told us about?” 

Your throw your hand over your mouth, muffling your gasp of horror. He sold you out? You press your other hand to your chest as a sharp pain shoots through your heart. He sold you out after asking for redemption. 

Paper rustles, maybe a wanted poster.

“You said you saw her. If you aren’t feeding us, at least be useful”, the second Hunter hisses.

“Give me your map”, Jungkook says. 

You have to run, but feel frozen in fear. You are scared that if you moved, they would hear you. Your heart hurts so much.

“There we go, attaboy. Thanks be with you.”

“May your blade never run dull, brother.”

“Yeah, yeah whatever.” 

The two Hunters turn their backs and go their merry way. Jungkook watches them until they are gone and then finally breaks away from his spot to run into the forest.

Judging by his eyes, he is not aware of your presence. He seems to go straight for the forest. He passes you. He stops and looks directly at you.

“Thank the gods”, he gets out, closing the distance to you.

You press yourself into the corner between the shed wall and the wood pile. Your bow is drawn. 

“Woah, hey”, Jungkook stumbles to a halt, raising his hands.

“If you’re going to kill me, just do it now. I’m warning you though, I will fight back.” 

“What are you talking about? Please lower your bow.”

“You, you sold me out. I trusted you and you sold me out.”

“What?” he shakes his head, “what? No.” 

He squats down.

“Don’t move!”

“Please ___, put the bow down”, he insists and tries to touch your knee, but you flinch away.

“How could you do this?” you press out, eyes spilling tears and arm flexing as you tense the bow string harder.

Jungkook lifts his hands, ogling the sharp arrow pointed right at his chest.

“I didn’t sell you out”, he insists, “I was working on the shed when they suddenly were behind me, showing me your poster. I tried to tell them that it is useless to look for you, but they wouldn’t let it go. So I told them that I heard rumours of you in the west.”

“The west?” 

“Yes. I showed them a random spot on their map. They’ll get there and find nothing but trees and some deer shit.” 

“So why did you go straight for the forest? To help them in their hunt?” you stress, pointing the arrow at his forehead, “don’t lie to me.”

“No, you silly girl. I wanted to find you and bring you back home before you accidentally run in on them.”

Home. He wanted to bring you back home. 

“Oh.” You relax, lowering the bow.

“I promised you that I changed and I meant it”, he says and reaches for your bow.

“Promise me that I can trust you”, you say, grasping it tightly just in case.

“I promise on my family.”

“I see”, you whisper and let go of the weapon.

Jungkook pushes it to the side, offering you his hands with a kind smile.

You wipe your tears on your dress, taking his hands afterwards.

“Now come here, you”, he says, helping you to your feet. He pats the dust of your butt and you let him for some unexplainable reason. “How are you feeling?”

“What if they come back?” you voice your worries.

“They won’t. They weren’t the brightest.”

“I hope that you are right.”

He doesn’t say anything to that. 

“How was the hunt?” he changes topics.

“Good. We can have nice dinner tonight.”

“Wonderful. I am already starving. I can prepare the meat.”

“Oh? Thank you. You’re doing me a big favour.”

“How so?”

You and he walk back to the cottage side by side.

“I don’t feel good about eating another living being. They remind me of my kind. They were just living their lives until someone decided that they were better off dead.”

“I see.”

“I know it is foolish to feel this way. I know that we are meant to eat meat, but I just feel terrible. The less I have to work with it, the better.”

“I understand. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of it.” He says and takes out his knife to prepare the hunt in front of the cottage.

“Thank you. I’ll prepare the carrots. I feel a lot better about that.”

The dinner is very good. You and Jungkook prepared a delicious meal, which you share by the table, sitting on opposite sides. 

He is weirdly reserved tonight. You glance at him. He is in thought, frowning.

“Coin for your thoughts”, you say.

“Mhm?” 

“I said; coin for your thoughts.”

“I think it’s time for you to leave this place.”

“What?” you lower your cutlery. “Why? Is it because of the morning? I apologise if I went too-”

“Five hundred”, he interrupts you.

“I don’t understand.”

“The king offers five hundred for you these days. It’s on the poster the Hunters had with them.” 

“Five hundred?” You sink into the chair because you feel punched in the gut. “I didn’t even do anything.”

“I know. We can’t ignore it anymore. We have to rid you of the bounty.”

“But how? I swear that I raked my brain, but I couldn’t think of anything.”

“I had ideas, weeks ago, but…”

“But what? Tell me.” 

“You wouldn’t like them.” 

“Tell me regardless. My autonomy, my life, is on the line.”

He gives up with a sigh. 

“We could fake your death, but I would have to deliver proof of it”, he says.

“Proof? I still have my clothes. We could soak them in some animal blood and-”

“No”, he interrupts your rambling.

You look into his eyes.

“Proper proof. One eye, your scales, a hand or foot, something which I could only take from your corpse. I could say that you killed yourself and I couldn’t stop it.”

You touch your eye and neck, feeling cold in fear. The mere thought frightens you.

“You could live, but you would have to hurt yourself for it. You would have to leave this land and change your name.”

“But...it would hurt me”, you whisper. 

“I know. That is why I never told you. It is a mad idea.” 

You and he agree with a nod that this idea is out of the question. You share a moment of tense silence, trying to think of what to do.

“What if I buy myself free?” you suggest.

“Buy yourself free?” 

“I thought of it but it is mad, isn’t it? I just pay the bounty.”

“The king would simply take the coin and make you his prisoner regardless.”

“I figured already. Fuck”, you say and study the table as you get lost in thought. Jungkook looks at the food, gnawing on his lower lip. He wants to help you, but his mind is blank.

Knock. Knock. Knock. 

You look at each other. Someone is hammering on the front door. Quite vehemently even. 

Knock. Knock. Knock. 

You aren’t expecting guests.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

“Take your things and hide in the painting room. Do not come outside”, Jungkook says, getting to his feet.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

“Quick.”

You gather your dinner and run upstairs. You close the door just enough to keep the smallest slit open so you can still hear what was happening downstairs.

Jungkook looks upstairs. The door is closed, you are safe.

Knock! Knock! Knock!

He grabs his sword and unsheathes it. With its sharp blade exposed and his tattoos glowing slightly, he opens the door. 

“You”, he says, feeling alarmed at the view of the two Hunters.

“We changed our minds. We do want dinner.”

“You won’t send two brothers away again, will you?”

“I thought you left west.”

“We did, we did. But then we lost our way and ended up here again.”

“Truth be told, we ran in circles. We ain’t the best with maps.”

“I see”, he gets a feeling that they were lying.

“So? Will ya house us?”

“Feed us?”

“I don’t enjoy guests.” 

They step closer.

“Not even ones from your own guild?”

“You know how difficult it is to get food in these lands.”

“There’s a tavern, just an hour ride from here. They offer food”, Jungkook says, eyes darkening slowly.

“We don’t have horses.”

“Brother, come now. I’m Hendle, this is Rennix. All we want is some food.”

Jungkook knows that he can’t send them away. Not again. They already seem suspicious and this would prove them right. 

“Fine. Come in”, he presses out through gritted teeth. “Today’s your lucky day. I found game in the forest.”

“Wonderful.”

“I want ale to it.”

“Ale’s out, brother”, Jungkook still speaks through gritted teeth. His entire body is on high alert. He won’t let go of his sword. He doesn’t trust them. 

“Well, that’s a bother.” 

They claim the dinner table as their own. He didn’t miss how they scanned their eyes over it. Almost as if they wanted to check for another set of dinnerware. 

“Wine?” he offers, which they naturally accept. He hates that they didn’t take off their shoes. Shit! Your shoes! He ogles them. Fuck. 

“Why aren’t you sitting, brother?” Rennix asks, glaring at him. 

“I can hardly give you wine without a glass, can I?” 

Rennix relaxes. He snorts his own snot and visibly swallows it. He grumbles something unintelligible and bends over the table to gather food. 

Hendle seems distracted by the food as well. Good.

Jungkook picks up your boots and throws them into the cool oven as he hurries to his porcelain. They didn’t notice. Good. He returns with two glasses. They don’t thank him for the wine.

Jungkook sits, gripping the sword under the table.

“Is there much talk about this dragon in the villages?” he asks them.

“No, we kept stealing the posters. Ain’t nobody stealin’ our coin.” 

Jungkook feels relieved. Their greed unintentionally helped. 

“Clever. I did the same too.” 

“So you know the dragon?” 

“In the past. With another dragon.”

They relax again. Jungkook doesn’t relax. He hates their presence. They suck the comfort out of the air. He never truly enjoyed the company of other Hunters, even when he was fully committed to this life. He preferred to hunt alone because others only held him back or annoyed him. He also hated having reminders of his fate around him. He never asked for this life and didn’t need to be surrounded by it. 

They finish their meal within a few minutes. They must have been starving.

“That was good, brother.” 

“We could go for more.”

“There isn’t. You ate it all.” 

Rennix stands up. Jungkook does as well. Hendle follows. 

“This is your house?”

“It is”, Jungkook says, trailing behind them as they wander around the living room. He knows that they aren’t just sightseeing. They are looking for traces of you.  

Thankfully, you share the same sense of cleanliness as him and always clean up after yourself. They find the books you read to each other. Rennix picks up one of them without caring about the bookmark he drops. Jungkook grinds his teeth. What a dick.

“You like to read?” 

“I do. It keeps me company.”

“I don’t understand the love for it. It’s a thing for women.”

Of course someone like Rennix would say shit like this. Jungkook doesn’t entertain him by giving his narrow-minded statement attention. 

Rennix drops the book carelessly and kicks the basket you have been making. Jungkook tightens his fingers around the sword handle. How dare this asshole kick your hard work.

“You’re liking baskets?” Rennix asks.

“The old one broke.”

“You’re a secret wench? Why you making baskets?”

“It’s news to me that making something as essential as a basket was solely women’s work.”

Rennix tongues his cheek, looking displeased at Jungkook correcting his words.

“Mhm. I see. You don’t mind if we see more, do you?” 

“No, please go ahead”, Jungkook says sarcastically.

Hendle opens the door, Rennix is the first inside the study. They each let out a sound of approval. 

“That’s what I call a trophy room. Impressive”, Rennix sounds honestly friendly.

“This must have taken you years”, Hendle says with an excited glimmer in his eyes. 

“It did”, Jungkook grumbles, staying in the doorway.

Their eyes gleam in approval. They seem so happy to be surrounded by these trophies. Jungkook feels disgusting. Knowing that he gets approval by idiots like them makes him realise just how wrong he has been acting. 

Hendle pats Jungkook on the shoulder. He shakes him off roughly.

“How long have you been a Hunter?” 

“Ever since I was fifteen.” 

“I see. So a while. You’ve done well for yourself?” he asks, gesturing around the luxurious room.

“I can’t complain.”

“You ever thought of joining a group?”

“I work better alone.”

Hendle scowls. Rennix, who in the meantime scanned the entire room, returns to their side. 

“Do you have more of them?” He means the trophies.

“I sold most of them. They bring good money.” 

“I see. So why keep them?”

“Sentimental value.”

“I see. If I were the king, I’d skin the dragon bitch and make armour out of her.”

Jungkook has to fight the urge to step closer to him and intimidate him, but he knows that he can’t. Rennix looks at him as if he is practically waiting for Jungkook to fuck up.

“I heard the king wants to breed her”, Jungkook answers him dryly, keeping his face neutral.

Rennix and Hendle exchange a look, laughing in disbelieved disgust.

“They’d have to pay me to stick my cock into something like that.”

“Right”, Jungkook agrees. If only they knew how lovely you are. Well, it’s better that they don’t know.

“Fucking crazy bastard”, Rennix says about the king, “anyway. What’s in the back?” he asks and pushes himself past Jungkook.

He follows quickly. He can’t stop him and he is already in the bedroom.

“I prefer if you didn’t burst into my rooms without asking.”

“Oh? Oh, forgive me brother. Where are my manners? I have never seen such a big house before. I am curious.”

Jungkook hates this faux friendliness. He forces a smile to his face.

“Of course.” 

Hendle stays by his side while Rennix leaves. He figured them out. This is such a cheap tactic and fuck. He just noticed the shift you kept lying around. Fuck. Hendle would see him if he tried picking it up and Rennix is definitely going to spot it after his return from the bathing room. 

What if he just tried to push it under the bed? 

Too late. Rennix is back and sees it. He bends down and picks it up. Hendle glares at Jungkook.

“You’ve got company?” Rennix asks.

Jungkook snatches it away and throws it to the side.

“That’s none of your business.” 

“It is my business when there’s dragons running about.”

“You want to say that again?”

“I said; whose fucking shift is that? The dragon wench’s? You fucking hiding it?”

“Watch your mouth. I would rather house a pack of feral wolves than keep such a beast under my roof”, Jungkook hisses.

“Hear, hear.”

“So the shift.” Rennix smiles grimely. “You’ve got whores visiting you? Are they good in these villages?”

Jungkook grinds his teeth. Now listen, he loves female company, but unlike his fellow Hunters, he loves it because of the women, not because of what they can give him. Female company is encouraging and positive and oftentimes very relaxing. That is why he loves it, however he also knows how he has to act with such simple fools.

“I can’t complain. They’re good company. I love it most when they leave again the next morrow.”

The two Hunters laugh, visibly relaxing. 

“Hear, hear brother.”

Fucking idiots. Jungkook feels sick in the stomach being called their brother. 

They leave his bedroom again.

“I must say, you really used that coin well. What’s upstairs?”

“Storage.” 

“There’s doors. What’s behind them?”

“More storage.”

Rennix takes a step to the stairs. 

Jungkook gets in front of him, using his own body to make the stairs inaccessible to him.

“It’s books and old furniture.”

“I want to see.”

“As I said. It’s just books and old furniture. Some paintings too. A few weapons. Unless you want to count the fucking cobwebs up there, it’s nothing worth your time”, he hisses, fingers tight around his sword handle. He is ready to slash this fool’s throat if he has to.

Rennix grinds his teeth, gripping his own sword. Jungkook stares him down with a deathly look.

“Rennix, come”, Hendle says, nudging his back.

Rennix laughs and steps back, lifting his hands in defeat.

“It’s getting late. It’s best we leave.”

Jungkook relaxes, but stays on alert.

“Can I offer you something to take on your travels? More wine?”

“We wouldn’t want to take more than what we deserve.”

“Please, I wouldn’t mind.”

“No truly, we will be on our way.”

Jungkook manages to get them to the front door. Hendle opens the door. They step outside.

“We thank you for the meal and the wine.”

“For your journey, if the moon is in your backs, you are going the right way. If the sun rises in your back and sets in front of your eyes, you are going the right way.”

“Is that so? Thank you.”

Jungkook smiles a dishonest smiles, “always happy to help”, he says and closes the door. He doesn’t care if they still had things to say, he doesn’t want them here anymore.

He locks the door and makes haste in closing all the wooden blinds as well. Then, and only then, he hurries upstairs, taking two steps at a time. 

He opens the door to the painting room. The room is empty. No signs of your dinner and most importantly, no signs of you. 

“___?” 

The door to his paints cabinet opens with a squeak. First your arm appears, then your head. 

“Are they gone?” you whisper.

“They’re gone. Why are you in there?” 

“I got scared. I listened to you as best as possible. When they asked you to show them around, I got so sacred that they will come in here, so I hid.”

You climb outside and gather the empty dinnerware you shoved in there with you. You stand up. 

“I was so scared that I didn’t even dare to breathe. I spilled dinner all over myself.”

“They’re gone now. I promise.”

“You said this the first time as well.”

“I was wrong, but…even if they return, they cannot enter. I locked the blinds and the door.”

You nod your head but your eyes show that you weren’t convinced. He studies you, sharing in the silence. You cannot take it. You close the distance and press your face into him, placing your arms around his waist. 

He takes a sharp breath before relaxing. He puts his hands on your upper arms, rubbing them. 

“It’s night, so I can do this”, you murmur into his clothes.

“I wasn’t going to say something.”

“Good.” 

This isn’t a complete hug, more so than it is a hint of it. A voice far, far in the back of Jungkook’s head tells him to close his arms around you, to make this a proper hug. He doesn’t want to listen to it. He shouldn’t. You are nothing but a stranger-to-be. 

You tilt your head, meeting his eyes. 

“Why are you protecting me?” you ask.

He studies your features. There it is again, that emotion you cannot name. It glimmers in his eyes very, very faintly. Like the beginning spark of a fire.

“I honestly don’t know”, he whispers.

“I see”, you whisper back.

He breathes in. You breathe in. He breathes out. You breathe out. He breathes in and runs the back of his hand down your cheek.

You shy away from it. The sort-of-hug breaks. He hides his hand behind his back, visibly trying to figure out why he did what he did. 

“I think I should soak the clothes so the stains don’t stick”, you say.

“Good idea. I’ll, uhm, clean up the mess the two fucktards made.”

You leave the room together.

“They were huge fucktards, weren’t they?”

“By the gods, yes”, he agrees, walking behind you as you both make your way downstairs. He carries your empty dinner plates. “I thought they would never leave.” 

“Me too. At some point I wanted to come out just to yell at them to piss off.”

He laughs. You look over your shoulder, stopping on the stairs to laugh with him. He stops and reaches out to playfully nudge your cheek.

“Just walk, you jester”, he says, voice filled with fondness.

You snicker and turn to descent the stairs. 

A blanket of quiet and calm lays itself over the night not long after. The candles burn dimly, the crickets outside go to sleep one by one and the rooms fill with solace. While you and Jungkook get lost in the nightly routine you agreed was allowed to do.

It is safe for tonight.

[fancycollectormoon]

She is my favorite OC. She's so annoying and funny 😁 I love how she was getting on his nerves time and time again 😅 and I love how he couldn't get mad at her no matter how he tried. she had him wrapped around her finger, and this happened even before the sex ☺️ I don't think he will ever let her go. She changed his life as much as he changed her. And we know the question and the answer too 🥺

Sibi, when I thought that nobody could be hotter than Alpha!Kook, you created Hunter!Kook 🥵 I'm down bad for him 😩

↳ Index [Chapter 03 - A Question Answered]

Pairing: Dragonhunter!Jungkook x f.Dragon!Reader

Genre: SMUT!, Romance, enemies to lovers so flavourful you will be addicted

Warnings: pickering & fighting because of too much sexual tension, trying not to give in ;), there is lore as well, bratty!Reader, he thinks about spanking her and goes a lil horny cause of it (this happens before the smut), Dom!Jungkook, sub!Reader, virgin!Reader, loss of virginity, you must know that she felt ugly all her life so this is really scary for her, discussion of safewords, she tells him to "stop" but she doesn't actually need it yk it's completely consensual and she is just very overwhelmed with everything in a good way :'), passionate making out, dry humping & grinding, oral sex (f.receiving), vaginal fingering, penetrative vaginal sex in missionary, clit play, nipple play & licking, body worship, he loves to hear her beg, possessive!kook, is this hate sex? idk ;), dirty talk, praise, good girl kink, he talks her through everything, her pussy drives him crazy i'm so for real, creampies, vocal!kook, multiple orgasms, orgasm denial, edging, he is literally so mean (sexy) and it's driving me up a wall, gentle aftercare, she sleeps on his chest :')

Wordcount: 14.2k

a/n: me, not a virgin, looses her fucking shit about the possibility of losing it to him. like why am i actually so obsessed with the entire "this is my first time" trope no matter if it's the guy or the woman? fjadjf it's probably the emotional aspect of "wow okay this feels so good wow i feel so safe with you" ahahhaha either way, woof woof besties woof woof *runs away on all fours*

You open your eyes. Your neck and back don’t hurt this morning. Right, you remember again, he carried you to bed last night. He who swears that he hates your kind.

You sit up and look around the room. The balcony doors are open. Jungkook is outside, hands on the railing and face exposed to the sunlight. His eyes are closed and his features relaxed. He swears to hate you and yet he took you to bed last night.

His swords rest on the chair freshly polished.

You could do it.

You could take the sword and ram it into his back. He wouldn’t expect it. 

You could do it. 

You look at his face again. Skin kissed by the sun and lips slightly parted, he enjoys the morning sun, breathing steadily as he does. How normal he looks. Your thoughts of killing him sound evil all of a sudden.  

New idea. You are going to lock him on the balcony and then run. If you avoid the main roads and then hide in a cave, nobody will be able to find you and the bounty is useless. That’s a good idea.

You open the blanket and swing your legs out of bed. You try to stay on your tiptoes as you sneak to the door. Halfway there, Jungkook turns and spots you. 

You flinch into a different posture, swerving to the jug of water and hoping that it will look natural. 

Jungkook enters the room and walks straight to his swords, eyeing you grimly.

“Good morrow”, you say and gulp down the water nervously.

“Hm.”

“So last night-”

“I will forgive you. You looked so pitiful sleeping in my bed, but if you do it again, I-”

“Excuse me? You carried me to bed.”

“Don’t be ridiculous.”

“I am not. I was still awake when you-”

“What? And you let me do-”

“Hah! I knew it! You carried me to bed.”

Jungkook glares, “whatever. I was drunk. I wouldn’t do it again.” 

You grin triumphantly. 

“Stick it. Eat up, we’re leaving soon.” 

“Where to? What are you going to do with me?”

“I don’t know.”

“Tell me.”

“I don’t know”, he presses out and drops his hand on his forehead, “I don’t know what I will do with you. Fucking gods, this is giving me a constant headache”, he murmurs and rubs his forehead.

“Sooo, we…..are…really not going to Foltest?”

“I don’t know”, he whines, shoulders sagging in defeat, “I told you; I have no idea what I will do with you. That’s why we’re leaving soon. So I can figure it the fuck out. Now eat up or you’re leaving hungry.”

“Fine, alright, fine. I am already eating”, you sit down by the table and grin to yourself.

The journey takes you almost all day. It leads you out of the city and deep into the countryside. Soon the fields and meadows are swallowed by dense forest and low scrubs. One single road leaves in and out of the woods and not many people seem to walk this path. 

You estimate the distance between the forest border and your destination to be around seven kilometres.

“We’re here. Get off.”

You currently find yourselves on a big, open clearing. On it, somebody built a cottage.

Its roof is overgrown with moss and the front porch is covered in leaves. A small produce garden east of it is currently overgrown with forest weeds and flower beds in front of it have seen better days. A pond west of it reflects the afternoon sun and fenced areas with empty animal sheds are scattered around the forest clearing. It seems that whoever lived here hasn’t been home for a very long time. 

A stable and a working shed are beside the cottage. You can store the cart under a roofed area between the shed and the stable. Calla finds her bed for the night in said stable. Jungkook somehow knows exactly where he can find hay for her and where to store her cart pulling gear.

You follow him back outside and to the main house. 

“What is this place?”

“It’s where we’ll stay tonight.”

“But it seems abandoned. Are we allowed to be here?”

“Yes.”

“How are so sure? How do you know these grounds so well?”

Jungkook stops in front of the door and pulls out a pair of keys. They fit.

“Because this is my home”, he says, unlocking the door.

“Oh. What? Wait, what?”

Jungkook exhales in annoyance and steps inside the cottage. He looks at you over his shoulder.

 “Come in.”

You enter the cottage with parted lips. The air smells old and dust dances in the light. Despite that however, it seems clean and well taken care of. The floors are dark wood and the walls – despite the outside being wood – are made of clay and painted white. Hand painted murals of flowers and vines accentuate the corners. Pots of flowers and herbs sit on the window sills, sadly having dried out from lack of water. Jungkook hurries from one window to the other to open them wide. It instantly helps with circulation. His curtains dance in the slight breeze. 

“Shoes off by the door”, he orders and hurries past you.

“Yes, oh, of course.”

He disappears in what you assume to be his bedroom. And so you wait and stand and look around the cottage. The cooking place is beside the front door, inhabiting the east and south walls. He even has a brick oven, which he insulated with clay and seems to keep very clean. The living chambers are taking up the other areas of the cottage. West, there has to be the door to his bedroom. In the corner furthest back, an unlit fireplace is waiting to be used. Rugs and furs cover the floors and a second door at the north wall of the cottage lead to what you assume to be bathing chambers. He even has a second floor, reachable through a set of wooden stairs. From what you can see, he uses it for weapon storage and some bookcases. Two doors lead to rooms currently unknown to you.

Jungkook appears again. You dare to take a peak. You were incorrect. This room seems to be a study, as well as a trophy room. Your stomach tightens. Jungkook closes the door swiftly.

“Don’t go in there”, he says.

“I won’t. Trust me.” 

He ignores the judgemental look you send him and hurries past you to the other door, leaving it open. You follow him. So this is his bedroom with a connecting bathing room. Never in your poor life would you have thought to actually see something as luxurious as an ensuite. He must have so much coin to be able to afford something this royal. His bedroom definitely looks like it as well. Dark floors and dark red walls give the room a regal feel. Red paint is very expensive and he covered an entire room with it and was able to afford to cover the lower half of it in dark wooden wainscoting. This is what having it well looks like. 

Rugs and furs cover not only the floors but also some parts of walls. The wooden canopy bed showcases intricate carvings and delicately done chests are bursting with treasure and fine clothing. So this is how someone lives who kidnaps and kills for a living. Maybe, if you survive all of this, you should look into this profession. If you will ever grow a heart cold enough to kill, that is. 

He appears from the bathing room, studying you from head to toe. 

“You shouldn’t be here.”

“Forgive me, I like knowing how people live. Is this really red paint?”

“Yes. Don’t put your hands on it, you’ll leave spots.”

“I wasn’t planning on doing so.” You roll your eyes.

“Don’t roll your eyes at me.”

You do it again just to spite him. He tongues his cheek and crosses his arms in front of his chest.

“Follow me”, he grumbles and presses himself past you. 

“Where to?” you ask, following him back to the living area.

“If you want to stay here, you have to follow my rules. This room?” He points at his trophy room. “Out of reach for you. Upstairs? Don’t go there, it’s private. My bedroom? It’s mine, you don’t go in there.”

“Can I even be anywhere?”

He points at his couch, then his kitchen and lastly his dining table, keeping a tight face the entire time.

“But don’t you dare make a mess or you’ll sleep in the stables.” 

“So I can run away easier?” 

He glares at you. You retort it.

“Another rule. You belong to me. Are we clear? You do not come and go as you please, you will tell me if you want to go outside. Don’t think that this is a vacation for you. I am simply allowing you to stay here because I need to figure out what to do with you.” 

“So I’m still just merchandise to you? Did any of our previous conversations even sink into your thick skull?”

“They sunk in perfectly well, thank you” he snarls. 

“So you don’t bloody own me”, you throw back.

“No? I don’t? If you walk out that door now and run away to the next best village, do you think the people who saw your wanted posters will welcome you warmly?”

You glare, crossing your arms in front of your chest, “of course not, but that doesn’t mean that you own me.”

“Fine. I don’t. But you’re still fucked without me, so for as long as you are on my property, you will follow my rules. I have the say here, is that clear? And if you try to run away – again – I will make sure that your punishment sinks into your thick skull.”

“No offense, but I got beaten almost every day by the nuns who raised me, your punishments will be sweet in comparison.” 

This somehow seems to shake him back to reality. He clears his throat awkwardly and looks to the side.

“Just try to be clean and respect my privacy”, he murmurs and adds, “I’ve started a fire to get a bath going. It should be done soon. I want you to bathe because you stink.”

“You don’t smell particularly well either.”

“I never said so differently. I’m gonna bathe too”, he hisses.

“Good. You really should.”

He grumbles and presses himself past you. 

You follow him again. 

“You aren’t home very often, are you?”

“Not particularly.”

“It’s hard, isn’t it?”

He glances at you.

“I just meant that if I had a home, I would miss it a lot whenever I’m gone from it.”

“Didn’t you have the cave?”

“What? This cold place?” You scoff. “I only lived there because nobody wanted me in the village.” 

“You dragons live in caves.”

“Yes, pure blooded ones. Who can shape shift and breathe fire and actually keep themselves warm. Not us half-breeds who are more human than dragon.”

“I see. You still have the scales. And the eyes. You look like a dragon to me.”

“I can’t change the way I look. I’m still a person despite it.”

“I wasn’t-” He exhales. “Forget it. Help me get water from the well for our baths.”

“We aren’t going to share it, are we?” 

“I would rather burn my hand.”

You huff out air. He is such a cunt. 

“Good. Because I wouldn’t have done it anyway”, you throw back and stomp outside. 

He follows you, leading you to his well.

“You can do your business here”, he explains and points to a privy not far from here.

“Good to know. I was already wondering where wealthy people go to shit. Seems that you shit like everyone else.”

“Funny”, he says sarcastically and hands you a bucket. “Scoop.”

You lift your tied hands.

“It would be a lot easier if my hands weren’t bound.”

Jungkook sighs in annoyance and cuts the ropes.

“Don’t try anything funny. It will take me seconds to find you in these woods.” 

“Relax. I have a bounty on my head and you are keeping me safe, remember?”

He scoffs, “since when?”

“You tell me. I’m still your captive. No wait forgive me, fucked without you.”

“Shut up and scoop.” 

And so you work together to get the bathtub filled with fresh water. You don’t talk, trying to avoid each other as best as possible. The only reason why you are even helping in the first place is because a warm, clean bath is waiting for you at the end of it. You haven’t had a warm bath in so long.

Soon it is ready.

“I’m going first. Don’t even try to run, I’m keeping the door open”, he tells you and disappears in his bedroom. 

You huff out air. You couldn’t run even if you tried because he locked the door. Defeated, you sink down on his sofa, blowing raspberries to show how annoyed you are. How aggravating. Not only do you have to wait, you will get his used bath water. Now granted, his water will probably be a lot cleaner than the one you will leave because he was actually allowed to take baths in the taverns while you had to make do with a rag and a bowl of water. But it is still very aggravating. What if he pees in it? You shudder at the thought, throwing your hand over your eyes. Please don’t let him be one of those men who pee in the bath.

Jungkook takes half of an hour to reappear. You closed the windows in the meantime. He changed into clean clothes. A white poet blouse and tight linen pants in black. His freshly washed hair is drying in the air and the woody scent of his perfume cream meets your nose. He smells good and looks…doesn’t matter how he looks, he is still Jungkook. 

“Finally, I thought you would never leave the bath.”

He scoffs.

“Did you pee in it?”

“That is revolting. Why would you even think this?”

“Because you’re disgusting.”

“Hey.”

You hurry away and slam the door closed.

“Don’t slam my doors!”

“I’ll do what I want!”

Jungkook tongues his cheek. You grind his gears unlike anyone else before. If he wasn’t such an honourable man, he would storm into the bathroom and bend you over the tub for a spanking. 

His chest tightens in shock. Why would he imagine such things with you? And why did it… Jungkook glances at his own body, shifting from one foot to the other. He refuses to finish this thought.

A very confusing surprise waits for you in the bathing room. Propped on a small table where you can’t miss it, Jungkook laid out a stack of women’s clothing for you. They are neatly folded and smell incredibly fresh and they seem to be your size. You place them aside, scratching your head. This is unlike anything you expected of him. He even lit the fire again so the bath would be warm for you and he seems to have topped it off with fresh water. 

If you continued to figure out what has happened to him, you will get a headache and so you decide to get naked and hop in the water. 

It is better than anything you could have ever imagined. He has soaps and bathing oils and combs to untangle your hair with. There are fresh rags and an exfoliating sponge. You are in actual paradise, spending too much time soaking away in liquid heaven. And the heaven continues. He has skin oils for moisture and teeth cream to clean your teeth with. This is how you imagine the queens and kings to bathe each night. 

Feeling like royalty and smelling like it too, you leave the bathing chambers when the sun has already set. 

Jungkook looks up from the sketch he was drawing on his chaise lounge, running his eyes over you. He started a fire in his chimney and lit his candles.

“I thought you drowned.”

“No, it was wonderful. It was so warm and the scents were amazing. I didn’t know that I could get so clean and smell so good”, you say and smell your own skin. 

“You are acting as if you have never had a bath before.”

“I haven’t. At least not one where I can submerge my entire body in water or one which was warm for a matter. It was wonderful.” 

“I’m glad you liked it”, he murmurs sarcastically, looking back into his sketchbook. He gestures to his cooking stove, “eat if you’re hungry.”

“You cooked?”

“Mhm. I had potatoes in my garden and smoked meat in my earth cellar.”

“Someone like you can cook?”

“The fuck do you mean? I’ve been on my own since I was fifteen, of course I can cook”, he hisses, sending you deathly glares.

“Right.” You feel a little bad now, but try not to show it. “Have you eaten already?”

“Yes. You took forever.”

“I needed to savour the moment. These clothes are pretty. Who do they belong to?”

He glances at you over the edge of the book.

“Why do you want to know?”

“Because you are a man who doesn’t strike me as someone women love to live with.”

“You’d be surprised.”

“Surprise me then.”

He cocks his brow up.

“I meant…forget it. Then keep your secrets”, you hiss and stomp to the stove. Your face feels on fire. Why the heavens did you say that??? 

Jungkook follows you with his eyes, grasping the edges of the book tighter. Why on earth do your words make his stomach tense? He lets his eyes linger on your waist and hips. The dress sits around them so well.

“One of my lovers left her clothes with me.”

You turn. Jungkook looks away quickly. You carry a plate of food, making your way to his dining table. 

“A current lover or part of your harem of disposable women?”

“I was committed to her. I don’t sleep around when I’m committed and I don’t see women as disposable. I love them, devastatingly much”, he hisses, offended.

“Heavens, I was only wondering.” You sit down and begin eating. “What happened with your lover?”

“She left me for another.”

“Good for her.”

“There is a line. Do not cross it. I said no foul comments about your losses either.”

“You’re right. Forgive me. I shouldn’t have said that”, you mean that honestly.

He scoffs and looks into his book.

“Did you love her?”

“Yes. No! I wouldn’t know. I cannot love.”

“I see. She definitely didn’t deserve you then.”

He lifts his eyes, surprised. They widen when you give him a small smile. One he doesn’t return because he can barely even process what just happened.

“She seems to have been my size. How long ago was it?”

“Why are you so nosy?”

You shrug your shoulders. He sighs loudly and gives up with a roll of his eyes, lowering the book for now.

“It was seven years ago. No, I don’t know where she is these days and no, I don’t want to find out.”

“So why keep her clothes?”

He glances again. You encourage him to talk with a lift of your brows. 

“When I’m not committed, I love the company of women. It’s easier to have fresh clothing at hand after a bath.”

Your stomach tightens, you can barely swallow your food. So Jungkook has done this before. You are part of his well thought out ritual. 

“So you bring women here, bathe them, dress them and feed them?”

“Yes.”

“And then you fuck them?”

“I don’t know why this should interest you, but yes most of the time it ends in sex.”

You gulp. Is this why you are here? Why he locked the door? Why his cottage is so deep in the forest? Did these women even have a voice in the matter? Are you going to be part of his list as well? If you wanted to or not.

Jungkook furrows his brows, “why are looking at me like- no! Get your head out of the gutter. Just because I invited women here and offered them a bath and food like I do you, doesn’t mean that I want to fuck you.”

You look away, suddenly feeling small in embarrassment. He figured you out. 

“You’re foul for thinking I am simple enough to have a pattern”, he grumbles, looking back into his book with a tight jaw. 

You try not to sneak too many glances at him anymore, concentrating your very hardest on eating your food.

You stand up after eating.

“Put the plate on the counter. Food waste goes in the bucket.”

“You’re actually a lot more orderly than I thought you would be. Oh, your bucket even has a top to keep the mice out.”

“I don’t have mice in my house. It’s so it doesn’t stink.”

“Clever.”

“Mhm.” 

“So what do we do now?”

He lowers his book, “I’m drawing and you are shutting the fuck up. Why are you obsessed with talking tonight?”

“Because I’m bored and annoying you is my only entertainment.”

“It’s gonna be reason for sore buttocks soon if you keep it up.”

You gawk.

He meets your eyes.

“I meant what I said.”

You look away and hurry to a bookcase just to get something to distract you. 

“Pick whatever you want. That is if you can even read.”

“I can read perfectly well, you nut.”

Jungkook chuckles because he is pleased with himself. You mock him which he ignores. For the rest of the evening, you try to ignore the others’ presence as you each get lost in your books. Jungkook on his chaise lounge and you on the kitchen chair.

It must be around ten when you are starting to feel tired. You place the book aside, using a feather as a bookmark. You stretch and finally look at Jungkook. He is gone.

“Huh? When did he go to bed?”

He even took the book with him and left you no blanket by the sofa. 

“What an ass.” 

You decide that he deserves no respect and so you enter his bedroom without knocking.

“Didn’t I literally tell you not to enter my bedroom? What the fuck do you want?” he hisses, looking at you with a grumpy face. He was drawing in bed.

“I’m tired. Where should I sleep?” 

“The sofa.”

“Without a blanket or pillow? Besides, do you really trust me not to climb out of the window and run?”

He tightens his jaw.

“Fine. My bed.” 

“And where will you sleep?”

“My bed as well. I’m not gonna leave it. I already warmed it up.”

“Oh.”

He shifts his eyes back at his drawing, speaking without looking at you. 

“Either you take it or you’re sleeping on the floor again.”

“So you can carry me to bed?”

“I’m serious, don’t test me.”

You chuckle. It is actually very fun to annoy him. You hurry to your side and get it ready, then you take off your top dress and climb under the covers, meeting his eyes briefly.

“Why are you watching me?”

“I’m not”, he lies and looks into his book.

 You reach out and snatch it from his hands.

“Hey!”

“What are you drawing?” 

“None.” He steals it back. “Of your fucking business.” 

You sit up so you can look at it. Jungkook tries to tilt it away, but you managed to steal a glance. He drew Calla, his horse.

“This is surprisingly good.” You grab it by the corner to see better. “Who would have thought.”

“Piss off”, he spits and shoves you away with his elbow.

You snicker victoriously and drop back onto the sheets. You wiggle your toes.

“Ooh so soft. Like clouds.”

“Why are you so surprised by everything?”

“Because all of it is new to me. I don’t have a home. I don’t know luxuries.”

“A bed and a bath are barely luxuries.”

You roll to your side, facing him.

“You would be surprised. Not everyone is lucky enough to have a roof over their head, let alone a soft bed and a warm bath. But you wouldn’t know.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You’re living in riches. You probably always did. You wouldn’t know how good you actually have it.”

“My life wasn’t always like this. I built it.”

“Ah yes, by killing and hunting my kind.”

“I already said that I am sorry.”

“Well…your study made me angry again.”

“Is that why you are such a brat tonight?”

“No, I’m a brat because you are so easily brought to anger and it is funny.”

“Do you want me to use other methods? Is that it?”

You gulp. 

“No? Then shut up.”

“Rude.”

“I meant it.”

He puts the drawing aside and lies down, turning his back to you. You turn your back to him and tug on the blanket.

“Don’t”, Jungkook tries to fight you for stealing it, but you only grip it harder. “Don’t do that.”

Tug. Grip. Tug. Grip.

“Let go.”

Tug. Grip. Tug. Grip.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” he explodes, gripping you by your shoulders to pin you onto your back. His eyes are widened, his nostrils flared, “why do you want to bring out my bad side? Haven’t I been good to you lately?”

You look at his mouth as he talks. Your shoulders feel warm where he grips them. 

“Talk to me”, he shakes you, “why are you trying to get me to be awful?”

“I don’t know.”

“Yes, you do. Tell me.”

“You hunt my kind. You drugged me for weeks. You’re supposed to be a monster. If you turn out to be anything other than this, I lost.”

“That’s it? You’re scared that if you see the real me, you’ll realise that I’m actually not that bad?”

You nod your head.

“Why do you even care?” he sounds in despair, “why is it so important to you that I’m an awful person despite knowing that I can be kind?”

You look into his eyes.

“Why is it so important to you to think that I’m a revolting dragon despite knowing I am more human than dragon?” you ask him.

He falters.

You hold your breath. 

You and he know the answer and you know that you share it. Because admitting your wrongs also meant admitting that there has been tension developing between you and him. Tension so intense and honest that it would be impossible to snuff out, shall the truth ever come out.

“Don’t make me do this”, he gets out.

“I don’t want it either.”

“Good. Me neither.”

“Good.”

He lets go and scoots away. You turn your back to him. He turns his back to you. The tension is still present. You lift your head and sneak a glance only to meet his eyes because he is doing the same thing. You flinch into your original position. Jungkook does too. Holy fuck. Your legs suddenly feel so warm that you have to rub them together.

“Don’t move.”

“Don’t talk.”

You can’t breathe, the air is so heavy. You feel so hot.

One more glance. Your eyes meet.

“Stop looking at me.”

“Only if you stop it too.”

“Urgh, you aggravate me”, he growls and closes the distance. He pushes you onto your back and cups your face.

“Stop talking back, you bratty woman.”

“Make me.”

He exhales heavily, minty breath swirling over your face. He looks at your lips and drags his thumb over them just rough enough that he changes the shape of them. They bounce back into their original shape, his touch is gone but the tingle remains. You sigh, minty breath tickling his face and eyes flitting to his lips. He moves closer. You gasp. He stops.

“Tell me no and I’m sleeping on the couch”, he whispers.

“And if I can’t?”

“Then I’m going to do something I’ll regret.”

You hook your fingers behind his head and pull him down. Jungkook growls, falling to his elbows and grabbing the edge of the pillow. The kiss feels as if it is happening against his will. Not because you forced him, but because nature forces him. Nature decides to torture him by cursing him with the most incurable attraction to you. And the worst part about this curse, his attraction only grows with each second spent kissing you. The remedy which should have helped, is only making it worse. It is making it harder to breathe, harder to think straight, harder to keep his hands to himself and harder to tame his noises as you run your hands over him.

For only a fleeting moment, nature gives him a chance to escape this. The kiss breaks so you and he can get air in your lungs. He could pull back, but he doesn’t. He looks at your face and sees how willing you are. Your eyes are closed, your puffy lips parted as you catch your breath. You seem lost in it. 

“You drive me insane”, he growls and climbs on top of you. He shoves your legs apart with his knees, engaging you in a sloppy kiss before you can open your mouth to protest. And instead of fighting him, you melt and moan softly. Your fingers lace themselves in his hair, your tongue seems so willing to match his rhythm. Jungkook is a goner. He takes the space he created, filling it with his hips and lower body. It doesn’t help that you seem to chase his hips and that your moan tickles his lips. 

“Fuck, I’m mad for doing this”, he murmurs and rolls his hips against you.

You gasp loudly, eyes opening and hand pushing against his chest. He cradles your cheeks, pinning you down with just his darkened eyes. 

“Don’t fight me now that you are getting what you asked for.”

You mewl and gasp, mouth opening and closing helplessly. He is still in his pants, but your cunt is bare under your shift. He is grinding his clothed cock right against it and it’s embarrassing how quickly you soak his clothes. It also feels so good. Your lower body is so weak all of a sudden. 

Jungkook closes the distance and waits. If you refuse his kiss now, he will end this. If you don’t, then there is no coming back. You lift your head, chasing it.

“Fuck, urgh”, Jungkook growls and kisses you, rolling his hips into you punishingly. 

Your hands, once pushing at his chest, slip to his waist and grab it helplessly. You can’t take a lot more. Your stomach feels like bursting.

Jungkook pins you into the mattress, shoving your legs apart further to make space for his muscular body. His right hand dimples your thigh, his left hand sits at the nape of your neck, keeping your head in place.

You couldn’t escape him. Even if you really, really tried, you couldn’t escape him. He could do whatever he wanted with you. And judging by the way he ruts his cock against your cunt, he will take you tonight. It doesn’t even matter that your clothes still keep you disconnected from each other. He is already giving you a glimpse of what will happen to you. You are going to be his’. Whether you want to or not. 

And you want it. Call it Stickhelm syndrome (named after an incident in 1173 where six civilians were held hostage during the infamous Stickhelm town bank robbery for six days. Once they were freed, they attempted to defend the criminals of whom they grew quite fond. Ever since then, the term Stickhelm syndrome is used for situations where a hostage develops fondness for their abductor). And call it Stickhelm syndrome, but you really want to sleep with him specifically. He has become the sole inhibitor of your thoughts, bad and good, and no one else ever made you feel so…desperate. Desperate but also nervous. He is going to have his way with you. He is going to fuck you. The realisation suddenly forces your stomach to tighten in fear because you carry a secret with you.

A secret he will painfully expose if you don’t speak up. 

You break the sloppy kiss, earning yourself a punishing thrust of his hips and his hand trying to pull you back.

“I’m a virgin!”

Jungkook freezes. He stays still for one whole breath, then finally his eyes shift to meet your nervous gaze.

“What did you just say?”

“I’m a virgin. I have never been touched before.”

Jungkook lifts his head as well, deepening the eye contact. He seems angry or perhaps this is the desperation showing itself.

You look away, feeling small and close to tears. Jungkook fixes your head, forcing you to look at him if you wanted to or not.

“This was your first kiss?”

“Yes.” 

“Fuck”, Jungkook curses, furrowing his brows. “Why haven’t you been touched before?”

“Nobody wanted me.”

He tenses his jaw, rolling his hips into you.

“Are you angry?”

“I am. This was supposed to be quick. You were supposed to know what I know.” He pins you down, grabbing your hip to angle it against him. “You were supposed to be loose.”

“I won’t make any sounds. You can do whatever you want to me.”

“That’s not how that works”, he hisses and rolls his hips into you angrily.

“A-ah”, you mewl, parting your lips in a gasp. 

“Fuck, I should have known that you are too much work”, he growls and disappears under the blanket. 

His words are harsh and they hurt. And yet the thing which actually brings tears to your eyes is what his mouth does next. First he shoves your legs apart, keeping you open with his strong arms around your thighs. Then his mouth is on your cunt, making sloppy love to her.

Your instinct is to close your legs.

“Behave.”

Jungkook keeps you pinned, forcing you to take what he gives you. Which is something you have never received before and it therefore makes you instantly sob.

“Stop, please. Stop. Stop, please don’t.”

Jungkook listens. He lifts his mouth, listening to the shaky breath you let out.

“I stopped. What now?”

“Please.”

And then it happens. You lift your hips, chasing what he took away. This was his answer. All he needed to know not to pay your words too much attention. He lowers himself and picks up where he left off.

“Please, please”, you wail instantly, trembling.

But Jungkook doesn’t listen again. He pins your squirming hips down and spits on your cunt just to lick it off. He lingers on your clit more than anything, sucking on her whenever he feels like it.

“Please. Ah! So much!”

Jungkook loves sex. He loves the satisfaction of it. How it clears his head. And how it makes him feel powerful. He loves sex and he had it so many times already that a woman’s cunt is familiar to him. His partners were solely human up until this point. And it still feels like a fucked up dream to him that he has a dragon under him. Never in his life would he have thought that one night he will fuck the one thing he always swore to hate. And never in his life would he have wanted to admit that it is insanely arousing.

You still writhe and sob like a human. You still fight him like a human. And your cunt tastes like a cunt is supposed to taste. The scent, the feeling, the shape and warmth is normal. Perhaps you are even sweeter and your scent leaves him droopier than any cunt ever has.

Jungkook growls angrily, pressing himself closer. He is so pissed that you are so goddamn normal and fucking delicious. You were supposed to be disgusting so he can keep hating your kind. He tightens his arms around your thighs and pulls them apart further. His grip bruises your skin and the new position spreads your sweet cunt just for him. He licks every inch of her, brows furrowed because he is still so angry at how good you taste.

“Please slow, please”, you beg and curl into yourself as Jungkook shows no mercy.

You know what an orgasm is. You know why and how it happens. You never tried to experience it before because you were scared that it would mark you for everyone to see.

Jungkook makes you experience it right then and there. In his warm bed while the red sheets tickle your skin, he is making your sensitive virgin cunt experience her first orgasm.

And it makes you cry and arch your back and squeeze your legs around his head.

Jungkook growls, hate fucking the mattress. You even orgasm like a normal woman. And because you are a virgin, you tremble so much more than experienced women do. This is so new to you and Jungkook feels maddened in desire. He will break you. He will fucking break you. Sweet little virgin dragon girl. Jungkook is going to taint you until you are dirty in sin.

He doesn’t slip off after your orgasm, sending you into complete panic. You grip his hair, tugging it painfully.

“Please stop. Please listen to me. Please.”

Jungkook purrs. How disappointing. Virgins are always so goddamn dramatic. Dragon girls seem to be the same. He lets off of you, running his hands along your torso as he kisses a path up to your face. He presses his clothed cock against your slickened cunt, making you sob softly because you are so sensitive. 

Your ears ring, and you can’t seem to catch your breath.

He cups your cheeks, wiping your tears.

“You even cry like a normal girl”, his voice is hoarse and insanely arousing to you.

You hiccup and sniffle, opening your eyes with struggle. His lower face and lips are wet from your cunt, his pupils are dilated and his hair is messy.

“Why are you so normal? You were supposed to disgust me, but”, he widens his eyes, “you even orgasm like a sweet virgin girl.”

You whimper softly, watching his lips move. It tingles when he runs his thumb under your eye slowly.

“How many orgasms did you have before?” he asks.

“This was my, my first.”

“Shit”, he furrows his brows and holds you tighter, “you have no idea what I will do to you tonight.”

“There is more?”

“Of course there is. I haven’t even started. You’re gonna beg me to stop before I’m done with you.”

You shiver, eyes glistening nervously.

“I know. You shouldn’t be nervous”, he whispers, caressing your cheek softly. “We’ll have a saving word.”

“A saving word?”

“It’s a word which will stop this. Something that sensitive, little virgins like you don’t start chanting with the first touch. Something peculiar so we can recognise it.”

“It stops the sex?”

“It does.”

“And you will listen if I say it?”

“I will. And you have to listen too if I say it.”

“I understand.”

“Good. The saving word will be sword fight.”

“I understand.”

“Good. Remember it. I am not going to stop from now on even if you beg me to. Only sword fight will stop me. Understood?”

“Yes, understood.”

“Good girl.”

Jungkook lowers his lips to your neck. And because all of this is so new to you and you don’t truly grasp the weight of it yet, you decide to test it out.

“Sword fight!”

He lifts his head, studying you in confusion. 

“It worked.”

“Of course it did. We decided on it”, he hisses.

“You’re angry at me.”

“I am. Did you need it or not?”

“I wanted to test it.”

“So you didn’t need it.”

You shake your head. 

“Well, then don’t use it”, he hisses.

You shrink. 

Jungkook collects himself. He takes a deep breath and takes out his frustration by rubbing your cheeks gently.

“Listen”, he speaks in a kinder voice, “a saving word is something very serious. You should only use it if you can’t have sex anymore, if I hurt you or make you feel upset. If you use it just so, it loses its meaning.”

“I didn’t know that.”

“Of course you didn’t. Fuck, I can’t believe that you are a virgin. I’m going to ruin you. You’re going to leave this evening a nymphomaniac.”

“What’s that?”

“You’ll find out”, he purrs and lowers his lips to your ear. He whispers, making you shiver, “from now on, I want you to behave with your saving word. If you want me to change something, tell me. If you want it faster or slower, tell me. Even if you’re uncomfortable, tell me and I’ll fix it. Sword fight only comes out when you can’t take it anymore. Understood?”

“Yes”, you sigh.

“Good girl.”

You arch your back when he licks down your neck.

Jungkook moans. The sides of your neck are covered in scales, ending a good centimetre over your pulse point. He thinks back to all those nights ago where he touched them and needed to wipe his hand afterwards. Now here he is, tracing them with his tongue. He thought that he would be disgusted by them forever, but he isn’t. The texture of them is so arousing, stimulating his tongue. You also smell so good there. Feminine and intoxicating.

He traces them all the way to where they fade out right above your collarbones. Your human skin is so soft in contrast. So fucking soft that Jungkook has to suck a hickey to your collarbone. He does it until it stings, forcing you to gasp and arch your back. Your throat is vulnerable right now. Jungkook licks it just to suck a hickey right onto it. Again, he pushes it until it hurts. Your sweet moan tickles his lips. Jungkook licks the other side of your neck so much sloppier. He loves how virgins are so surprised by everything he does to them. Their honest reactions are so fucking arousing. Well fucked women often hide their reactions because they learned what is appropriate and what isn’t. But virgins haven’t learned that yet. They are so innocent and new to sex. Everything makes them moan and mewl and sniffle. Jungkook is starting to like that dragon girls are the same in this aspect. You moan so sweetly as he sucks a hickey to your collarbone. Fuck, he is seriously going to taint you.

He kisses a path further down your chest until he reaches the collar of your shift.

“I prefer the women I fuck to be naked”, he says, forcing you to squirm nervously. You are uncomfortable, he can feel it in the tensing of your muscles. “But I guess I’m going to make an exception for virgins like you.” And just like that, he has you relaxing again.

He changes positions so he is kneeling. Your legs are thrown over his thighs and your hips naturally shift up as he bends over you again. He runs his hands along the arch of your back. He traces your sides, having to gulp hungrily when you put your arms above your head instinctively.

The fact that you are untouched truly sinks into his mind right at this moment. He has this sweet, untouched girl under him and he was angry at her. Why was he angry? It isn’t your fault that you haven’t been touched yet. Yes, rushing it and getting it done fast would have been satisfying too, but it would have never reached the level of satisfaction that taking your innocence will bring. He is the one who takes every single first from you. His hands are going to explore what no other touched before. The Hunter in him is ecstatic. You are like a trophy everyone wants and yet he is the one to catch you. He has got you first.

Growling softly, he runs his hands over your pits and up your arms. His thumbs guide the touch, his palms end it. You are writhing so much, eyes squeezed shut and breathing sped up as if it was the most intense thing you have ever experienced. And he hasn’t even done the best to you.

“You’re so fucking soft. I can’t believe that you’re going to leave this evening knowing that every inch of you lost its innocence to me”, he purrs, running his hands down your sides again.

You gasp, looking at him as if he made you realise the weight of this evening.

“That’s right. You didn’t even think of it yet, did you?” He smirks darkly. “I get to touch every inch of you. You’ll go through life knowing that I was the one who claimed you first.”

He runs his hands on the spot where your tummy blends into your ribs.

“No matter how many men you let fuck you. None of them will ever have you first. No matter how hard you try to forget it, I’ll fucking stay with you forever”, he says and gathers your tits in his huge hands.

“Ah!” You are loud and arch your back. Your eyes instantly squeeze shut. What an honest reaction.

“That’s it. Show me how good it feels to be robbed of your innocence”, he encourages you, massaging your soft tits roughly. He knows how to please a woman and it makes him so hard knowing that dragon girls have the softest tits ever. And such reactive nipples. He doesn’t even have to work for them to swell. They stretch the fabric with his second touch. He leans down and takes in the right.

Of course you moan as if it was the most intense thing which ever happened to you. Of course you arch your back and writhe helplessly. You are such a sweet girl. Jungkook can’t stay on one nipple for too long because he is so desperate for another reaction. He kisses a quick path to your other tit and takes in your nipple to drag his tongue over it sloppily. You moan and squirm. Jungkook’s cock throbs in his pants. What a satisfying reaction. 

He lets off your nipple by dragging his teeth over it, basking in your sweet mewls. Then he straightens up, running his eyes over what he did. Your shift is transparent where his spit soaks it. Your nipples shine right through the fabric while said fabric sticks to them like a glove.

“You’ve got such pretty nipples”, he rasps, running his thumbs over them.

You gasp and look up at him. There is so much desperation in your eyes.

You whisper something quietly enough that he can’t understand you.

“What? Speak up.”

“I want to be naked.”

Jungkook’s entire body tingles. You sounded so innocently needy. He actually got you begging to be bared. Fuck, it takes everything inside him not to take you violently right now.

But he controls himself. He’s not a fucking monster. He slides his arms under your body and lifts you. Your legs sit around his hips, he can put some of your weight onto his thighs. You sit directly on his cock, only increasing the desire to take you violently. He could so easily bounce you on his cock like this. Jungkook finds it difficult to breathe in your close proximity. He is so aroused. And you seem to feel the same, gazing down at him innocently sweet.

“Go on. Take it off.”

Your fingers tremble as you undress yourself. All while Jungkook watches and holds you under your ass. 

“Don’t be nervous. There we go. Take your time”, he talks you through the process. You throw your shift to the side, pressing your arms to your tits. Your eyes are glistening in nervous tears. 

“Please don’t be disgusted by me”, you beg him and Jungkook feels crazy at the vulnerability in your voice. You are scared that he is going to hate the dragon parts of your body. But he can’t hate them anymore.

He shakes his head and lies you down on the sheets. He takes your arms to pin them above your head.

“I’m not disgusted. You’re beautiful”, he whispers and shows you his honesty by claiming your torso with his mouth.

You gasp but soon mewl oh so sweetly. Raw touches are so much more intense. His lips are so soft and his tongue is so wet. It is so warm when he licks you and then so cold when he abandons the spot for a new one. It doesn’t help that he soothes the freezing spots with his fingers. He started in the middle of your tummy and reached your tits right now. He gathers them and does what he did before. He takes in your right nipple to show you everything his mouth can do. Kiss. Suck. Lick. Bite. Mark. All of it feels so good. And it only gets more intense when he changes sides and keeps your right nipple stimulated with his fingers.

You sob, spilling tears. Jungkook purrs. Your body is twitching as if he is playing with your clit. Does it mean that your nipples are sensitive too? Fuck, are you seriously such a sensitive girl? No wonder that some people think dragons bring good luck, because fuck Jungkook feels like the luckiest bastard right now. He’s got a virgin under him and on top of it all she’s a sensitive one. There will be no hunting trophy more satisfying than you.

“Fuck, you…drive me crazy”, he lulls and begins to lick your tummy again. He holds your sides for it, head dizzy because you squirm so much.

But there is another reason why he is dizzy. He told you that he will always be with you no matter how hard you try to erase him. He is starting to worry that you put the same curse on him. After all, you are a first for him too. His first dragon girl. His sworn enemy is laying in his sheets and is driving him insane. He fears that he won’t ever forget you either. That no matter how many women he fucks after you, nothing will ever get close to the pleasure he feels as he steals your innocence. And he knows that this is a real issue because you aren’t the first virgin he fucks and he never felt like this in the past. The fucks were nice and satisfying, but he didn’t worry about the after.

He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn’t even realise that he reached your cunt again. Your shaky breaths rip him back to reality. He lifts his head. The blanket shields his vision. Shit, how far gone was he? 

Doesn’t matter. 

The view is darkened and the red fabric of his blanket hues your body in lights of red. It makes your pleasure glisten in such sinful shades. Up close, as he is taking a longer look, he realises just how pretty your cunt actually is. And how fucking puffy she already is.

He puts his hands down on each side of her, pushing your legs apart. You open up for him, breathing shakily. Jungkook purrs and runs his thumbs over your cunt. How sweetly you gasp. He increases the pressure, massaging your sensitive sex. He was so rough and impatient before and he wants to show you that he can do it differently too. He wants to purposefully leave out the sensitive spots because it will make you want his touch. All while he works up the spots which often get overlooked for the sweeter spots. Not with him. He wants you dripping and throbbing only because of his thumbs. 

He spits on your cunt whenever he needs it wetter, you flinch each time it happens. Speaking of happening.

What the actual fuck is happening to you? This feels so good. He is only running his thumbs along your cunt, playing with your entrance and tracing around your clit and you could orgasm again. It is like he knows how you work, like he knows what he needs to touch to get you really desperate. 

Because you are and at the same time it is already so satisfying.

“Please don’t do this to me”, you beg, trying to grab his hair but the blanket stops you. So you whimper and grab the pillow instead.

“Fucking heavens, look at her”, he rasps, following it up with a sinful slurp as he gathers spit. He puts his thumb and pointer finger on each side of your clit and tugs to expose her. Then he puckers his lips and lets his hot spit trickle down on your swollen bud.

You feel it slicken you, having to whimper because it is so hot and wet. And highly embarrassing because it runs down your cunt and gets her messy. 

Jungkook doesn’t clean it up, he lets the mess fester. It should stay messy. His spit marks you as his’. 

“Mine. My trophy”, he lulls and lowers the flat of his tongue to your clit to lick her sensually.

“Eh!” You squeak and close your legs on his head rather enthusiastically.

Jungkook purrs, letting it happen because he knows that it will happen again. He is going to challenge himself right now. He is going to see if he can actually time it right and edge you. It shouldn’t take long for you, but it is a little difficult to make out when your inexperienced body has had enough. Truly anything could set you off.

It takes everything in Jungkook not to be rough again. 

“Why does this feel so good?” you press out under your shaky breath, hips squirming.

His cock throbs.

“Mhhhm”, he purrs and changes to the tip of his tongue to circle your clit.

“Woah. Ah.”

Too good, he’ll get you there too quickly. He changes it again before he can make you climax. He kisses your swollen clit over and over again, ending it with a swift flick of his tongue. His left fingers walk up your body until they reach your nipples to play with them.

“Oh goddess, oh goddess, oh-”

Throb. Throb. Throb. 

That’s it. Jungkook abandons your clit and swirls his tongue through your folds down to your entrance. His fingers slow down on your nipples, changing sides occasionally.

“Stop please, don’t. No, the feeling is…aaah….”

He smiles proudly. Of course he got it. He edged you and you have no idea what happened. All you know is that you are in agony and that your clit feels like bursting.

“I’m uncomfortable”, you whimper, “please change it, please.”

“I know, you’re supposed to be uncomfortable right now. It’s the good kind.”

“But…it hurts there.”

“I know where it hurts. So bloody sensitive”, he purrs sexily and kisses your clit. He sucks on her, getting you to gasp and arch your back.

You drop it again the moment he lets you go and the agony continues. You mewl, trying so hard to chase him, but he is already busy with your sweetened entrance.

Lazily and with hums of ecstasy, he laps at your slickened heaven. He has you so wet and it is so sweet. 

“Please go back.”

Your begs only make him want to stay. He purrs and buries his tongue in your puffy cunt. Just the tip of it. Your pulse throbs around it, you suddenly squirm so much. Jungkook feels drugged. You taste so good. What is in your juices? What magic? He feels drugged and he isn’t scared of it, on the contrary, he wants more. So much more. He wiggles his tongue, taking your clit between two fingers to rub her. He takes up the same rhythm with your swollen nipple to really show you every layer of pleasure.

Your legs squeeze his head again, your hands slam down on his head and grip despite the blanket. 

“I think I- ah! Ah! Don’t stop please, I have to-”

He pulls back.

“No! No why? No! It’s. Ah, hurts.”

“Mhm, I know”, he kisses your inner thighs to soothe you, “you should get used to it. I control your orgasms, are we clear?”

“What does that mean?” you mewl.

“It means… I can give you pleasure.” He deliciously licks your clit to strengthen his words until you keen and tense for an orgasm. Only then he pulls back. “As easily as I can take it away again.”

“This is mean”, you choke out and sob softly.

Jungkook chuckles and kisses your thigh. 

“Don’t laugh, it’s so mean.”

“Oh, I know. Should have thought about it sooner instead of acting like a brat.” 

You have no argument for that and so you mewl and writhe.

“Now you got it.”

He sits up, pushing the blanket away so it can’t slip over your bodies again. He takes off his tunic, throwing it to the side.

You gulp and squirm at the view of him. In the past his tattooed, muscular body scared you, but tonight he is so masculine and attractive. You can’t stop looking and neither can he. 

The angle hides your cunt from him. He changes it with his hands on your hips. Like this, your lower back rests on his thighs and your legs fight for support. He helps them by hooking his arms under your knees. You mewl and relax your legs. Jungkook is mesmerised. Your cunt is so puffy and wet. The colours of her are so normal for someone of your complexion, just like a human. The outer anatomy is the same as that of your human counterparts. The only difference is that the desperation you leak seems to reflect the lights in a golden shimmer. It’s covering his lips as well, making them glisten.

“Your cunt looks like she’s covered in gold.”

You close your legs.

“No, no.” He stops them, pushing them apart. “Don’t hide.”

“Mh-hm.”

“Good. Don’t hide your precious cunt from me. She’s so pretty.”

“O-oh. Please.”

“I know. I will touch you now.”

“Mh-hm.”

He runs his fingers through your folds, exhaling shakily. So wet and so incredibly soft. He can’t believe that you glisten so beautifully.

You squeeze your eyes shut again and writhe.

“Try to breathe from now on. I’m going to work you up for my cock.”

You mewl and nod your head. You want him to work you up. You trust him. The way he has been touching you until now, helped you develop enough trust that you don’t feel scared anymore. 

“That’s a good girl”, he praises and rewards you by rubbing your clit. He uses his left hand for it so he has his right hand available for other things. He only uses his fingertip for your clit, applying minimal pressure just so you can’t orgasm accidentally. He can’t let that happen. You should know true desperation. You should cry in relief when he gives you his cock.

“Please”, you beg, twisting the sheets. His touch is so gentle but placed exactly where you need it most, which makes it so pleasurable. 

“Breathe for me. Breathe.”

Jungkook runs the fingers of his right hand through your folds, tracing your puffy entrance. So soft. He can’t believe that nobody stretched it before. He knows what lies waiting for him. He got a girl once who kept her virginity a secret. He still remembers her cries of discomfort as he ripped her skin of innocence because he believed that she was loose already. He swore to never have this happen to him again. He isn’t a monster after all. 

He puts his fingertip inside you, switching his eyes between your cunt and your face. You seem aware of his finger and beyond excited.

“I can’t tell you the exact moment, but it could hurt for a short while.” 

You peel your eyes open, suddenly looking scared.

“Do you remember the word?”

“Sword fight.”

“Then don’t be scared. Yes?”

You nod your head.

“Good girl.”

He pushes more of his finger inside. You are so tight. A small whimper meets his ears, your lower lip trembles.

“Relax your muscles.”

“It’s unfamiliar.”

“I know, breathe and try to relax.”

You listen as best as possible, staring at his hand nervously. He bottoms out. You seem comfortable. You can take more. He pulls out and tries again with two fingers. 

“Oh.” 

“Breathe and remember the word”, he orders you, rubbing your clit so you have pleasure to focus on. 

He knows that his fingers are big. Especially two of them. He can work a girl up with them. So he knows that they are big enough that he can rip your skin of innocence with them. And he wants this to happen. His cock would be way too big.

The pressure between your legs grows and grows as he slips deeper inside. It grows. Grows. Grows. And suddenly snaps in a painful pinch. You flinch, closing your legs and grasping his wrist.

“Hurts.”

“I know, sweetheart. I know. You’re already done. It’s over”, he soothes you, taking away the pain by massaging your clit. “It’s over. You did it.”

“What did you do?” you ask as his fingers make the sting go away. It doesn’t hurt anymore, it just feels good. So good.

“I opened you up. Now it won’t hurt anymore to get fucked. If he does it right.”

“Oh.” He just claimed your innocence.

“Was it that bad?”

“Just for a second.” 

“See? I told you not to be scared. Now stop closing up and let me loosen you up”, he orders and shoves your legs apart.

You drop them open, grasping the sheets again.

“That’s it. Good girl”, he rasps, rewarding you with his fingers on your clit. He picks up a rhythm with his right hand, pumping his fingers into you with a slight curl of his fingers. If you are the same inside as well, the curl will help with getting your g-spot swollen and sensitive. He needs it to be this way so he has you crying on his cock. Because fuck, how he loves to make a sweet girl cry in pleasure. It’s the closest he comes in his day to day life to the satisfying high he experiences during a successful hunt. To see tears stream down their soft cheeks, to hear them fight for air, to feel them clench around him. Jungkook swears that it satisfies him to the very bone. 

He tries to keep his Hunter side at bay when he exists in society. He knows that he is demanding and controlling and that he dominates with iron strength. He can’t help himself with that. But what he can control is the roughness of his domination. And tries not to hurt the women he fucks. It seems that this counts for dragon women as well. He was so ready to be rough with you, to let his Hunter side take over and show you his hatred through violent sex. And don’t misunderstand, he will still rearrange your insides once it is time, but he is going to do it with class. He is too far gone to be angry at himself for growing soft for you. You are way too fun to fuck. He doesn’t want to care about his honour. 

Besides, it would feel as if he taints it if he attempted to be violent with you now. It is the more honourable thing to finger you to your limit slowly so he can take you afterwards. It is the more honourable thing to draw your sweet moans out of you than make you cry in pain. He could never do that.

“You sound so sweet”, he rasps, scissoring his fingers inside your cunt. 

“It…” you never get to finish your sentence, gasping helplessly.

“Feels good?”

You nod your head.

“Of course it does. Does it make you want to cry, knowing that I got to claim you?”

Your lip trembles.

“Aw it does. Don’t hold back, sweet girl. Let me see those tears”, he encourages you and picks up speed. Your cunt complains sinfully wet, you yelp and sit up just to drop again and arch your back. You can’t stop making noises. He is so rough all of a sudden and it feels so good. 

“There they are. Such pretty tears.”

“Please stop. Stop. Please stop.”

He knows not to listen to you because this isn’t the word you agreed on. You are just being vocal for the sake of being noisy.

You arch your back, legs closing around his hips.

“Oh god, ah!” 

There is a spot inside you which feels every single one of his thrusts. And it feels so good. So incredibly good. Your toes curl, your fingers twist the sheets.

“Shit, you sound so sweet. Is this nice for you?”

“Ni-i-ice.”

“That’s good, so good.” He shoves his fingers inside to the very brim and begins curling them upwards. 

Your cunt squelches and slurps, you join her with helpless sobs, legs shaking uncontrollably.

“There it is”, he purrs and keeps pressing on your sensitive spot.

You mewl and keen, body shaking and twitching against your will. It feels so good.

He feels high, pupils dilated as he stares at you in manic desire. He presses his left hand to your lower tummy, increasing the stimulation of your g-spot. Of course he makes sure that he has his thumb on your clit.

You can’t talk. Genuinely, you can’t talk. You want to, but it is impossible because he has you crying instead. You thought that what he did first was an orgasm, but this is different. You want to fucking curl up and explode on the spot. 

You reach up and press your hands to your eyes, tongue curling in your agape mouth. You don’t know what will happen to you and it is happening in...

One.

Two.

Jungkook pulls back. The pain which follows makes you close your legs, but he pushes them apart again.

“Don’t you dare.”

“It hurts. Please”, you reach down and try to soothe yourself. 

He slaps your hands away.

“Nu-uh. You’re not touching yourself.” 

“It’s going away. Please make it come back.”

He laughs. 

You open your eyes at the sound of it. His face is contorted into an expression of crazed desire and amusement.

“You are so fucking sweet.”

“Please don’t make it go away”, you beg.

He hums and lifts you off his lap. He kneels on the bed, opening the ties in front of his pants.

You try to sit up, but physically can’t. You are so weak and moving makes it worse. So you watch him propped up on your elbows and with a racing heart.

“Please make it come back”, you beg.

“I will”, he promises and begins undressing.

He drags his pants down slowly, exposing his dark hair and the tip of his cock first. More and more of his length gets exposed as he undresses. Soon he has the pants sitting right under it, using his balls to keep them down.

“Oh. Alright”, you get out, suddenly feeling tense in fear.

“Don’t be scared of it. I promise it doesn’t bite”, he says and makes you laugh. He chuckles deeply, wrapping his fingers around his cock to jerk it off. “First time seeing cock?”

“No, the bad guy, uhm.”

“Ah, I see.” His eyes soften in understanding. “Do you want to stop?”

“No”, you say honestly and run your eyes over him more. “Yours looks different. It stands up.”

He chuckles, “it’s because I’m ready.”

“Ready for what?” 

“For you”, he purrs, making your stomach tingle like crazy.

“Ah. They’re, uhm, bigger than I thought they would be.”

“Yeah, that’s just me. You won’t be so lucky with all of them”, he says cockily.

“Alright? Is this a good thing?” 

“You’ll feel it soon.”

You tingle, pressing your legs together. 

He chuckles at the view, climbing off the bed at the same time. He steps out of his pants and climbs back on bed, crawling to you. 

You open your legs, dropping onto your back. His hips reclaim the emptiness between your legs and his cock tickles your lower stomach. 

It is so unfamiliar and arousing to feel it. Quite frankly, it is all you focus on in the mixture of sensations he lets you experience. His hands run along your sides until they take your hands and pin them down by their wrists. His lips nib on your jawline until he takes your lower lip between his teeth and tugs. And yet all you can concentrate on, is his cock rubbing on your lower stomach and leaving wet spots behind. 

He breaks the kiss because he can feel you being distracted.

“What’s the matter?”

“It feels so…I know it’s there.” 

“You can touch him if you want to.” 

You meet his eyes, expression filled with curiosity. He gives you a little smile.

“Go ahead.”

You reach down with your right hand and close it around his dick. 

He purrs, eyelids lowering. He rolls his hips into your fist, scrunching his nose sexily. You gulp, stomach tingling at the view and the feeling. 

“And? What do you think?” he lulls. 

“It’s so hard. How do you keep it comfortable? Isn’t it weird to have something this hard in your pants?”

“It’s not always like this. I get hard when I’m aroused.”

“Oh.” You pull your hand back, placing it on his chest. His heart is racing. You can’t look away. His eyes are mesmerising.

“Do you want to know how it feels?”

“Yes, I do.”

“Tell me what to say.”

“Sword fight.”

“Good girl. Now look into my eyes, let me watch your eyes roll back as I claim you.” 

As if this actually happens. You never felt the desire to roll your eyes back. 

Jungkook angles his hips differently and reaches down with his left hand. His right hand keeps a tight grip around wrist. He drags his cock through your folds a few times, raising your pulse with it.

“So wet. Just for me”, he purrs and finally applies pressure. 

His cock is a whole lot more than his fingers were. You squeak and tense up, pushing at his chest.

“Breathe with me, breathe.”

He circles your tight entrance until the breathing has you relaxing again. He pushes when you exhale and slips in.

“Wait”, you gasp, ripping yourself free to grasp his arms with both hands. 

“Hurts?”

“Yes.”

“A lot?”

“It, it feels like I’m stretched.”

“Breathe. I promise it’ll pass.” 

“Please make it pass.”

Jungkook hums and cups your face, giving you a kiss. You instantly kiss him back, hooking your fingers behind his head. He tastes unfamiliar. Is this you? Is this how you taste? It makes you dizzy. Everything he does and the memories of what he did. He uses his tongue to kiss you and suddenly the sensation is soaked with memories. The very same tongue was between your legs and made you feel so good. He used this exact mouth and this exact tongue to give you an orgasm. This was on you. He can use this to pleasure you. 

Holy fuck, you can’t breathe from desire. The memories drive you crazy. His fingers, now so innocently on your cheek, were inside you. The same fingers curled inside you and made you want to explode. It is mind blowing to think that a fellow person used such normal body parts to give you pleasure. 

It feels so good. It suddenly feels so good. Your entire body suddenly feels so good. You break the kiss to gasp for air, looking up at him with confused and helpless eyes.

“I know. Isn’t this so fucking good?” he purrs and rolls his hips into you. Just as he has been doing for the past five minutes. 

And now you are aware of it. Every inch he fucks you with, every ridge and vein rubbing against your sensitive spots, his tip against your g-spot and the fucking emptiness he fills. And so it happens that your eyes roll back against your will. You moan honestly, body slacking in pleasurable defeat.

“Of course it’s good. Look at your eyes roll back. Do you like it, hm?”

You nod your head, still trying to make sense of how much you actually like it. Whenever he pulls out, you want him back and then he fills you again and warmth fills your veins. 

“Yeah? Do you like how I fuck you?” he taunts and buries it deep inside you just to write his name against your g-spot.

“Yes”, you croak and sob, tensing up because it makes it feel so much better.

Your tears scramble his mind. They run down your cheeks so prettily and honestly.  That’s it.

“I’m gonna ruin you.”

He straightens up and lifts your legs just to bend them and hold them down by the back of your thighs. He uses the support to pick up speed and strength.

Your tiny, sweet sobs get replaced by loud squeaks each time he bottoms out. Your toes curl and your fingers twist the sheets.

You didn’t think that it could get better. When will this end? When will he stop showing you better and better and better? You don’t know how much you can still process. You want more and more and more while it is still happening to you.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop.”

Jungkook growls. Finally he has you chanting your truth. No more mindless lies about wanting to stop. He has you honest on his cock.

“Good girl, taking me so well. You’re so pretty doing it. Yeah you fucking are.”

“Don’t stop pleaseeeee.”

Jungkook curses and slips his right hand from your leg. He has you far enough gone that it stays in its position naturally. With a little help from you as your fingers grip your own thigh and hold on tight. This is your first time and you are already acting like a sex addict. Jungkook is certain that he won’t ever forget you.

“That’s a good girl. Keep yourself open for me.” 

He spits on his own hand, then connects it with your clit to spread the mess. He doesn’t even use a finger anymore, he just uses his whole hand to rub and massage you where it feels best.

The entire pressure and warmth and tension he stole from you returns again. It’s a lot more intense than it was before because his cock is much more filling than his fingers were.

You mewl and writhe, brain totally blank and body a mess.

“Good girl, good girl, good girl”, he is chanting, far gone in the blissful embrace of pleasure. He wants to fuck and fuck and fuck. 

“Please! I don’t want it to stop, please!”

Jungkook doesn’t slow down. He doesn’t pull away. This is what he worked towards. Having you cry and sob on his cock because he is finally giving you relief.

“Lose yourself for me.”

“Gods almighty, fucking hell”, you choke out and arch your back as far as it can go. Then you grow silent, screaming with no voice with a thrown back head and your hands tugging the sheets. It is like he has you under a spell. A carnal, sinful and addictive power. Soon you cannot take it anymore, trying to weep for strength but it comes out as weak, throaty squeaks. 

“Look at you. So pretty. All mine”, he talks you through the life changing moment, cock throbbing deep inside your orgasming cunt. He doesn’t slow down. Neither with his hips nor with his fingers. Even when your body is paralysed and bent in honest pleasure. He keeps fucking you to the point where your body gets overwhelmed and finds its movement again.

You shake so aggressively that it makes you cry. You grasp his chest, scratching his skin open. You kick with your trembling legs, suddenly making up for the moment of paralysis. 

“Good girl. I’m going crazy. Good girl.”

“You’re making me pee. Stop please.”

“This isn’t pee. Stop holding back”, he spits and decides it for you by drilling his cock against your swollen g-spot. 

You scream, losing control over the muscles in your lower body as he fucks hot liquid out of you. 

He growls and pants like a feral animal as it happens, holding you down and rubbing your throbbing clit. And once again, you cannot process how much better sex can feel. This is too much. It has to stop being so good. 

“Please”, you sob, pulling him down because you suddenly need him so close. The liquid stopped and your brain is scrambled. You hook your legs around him, twisting his hair. “Please Jungkook, please.” 

“Good-” 

It happens against your will and without your knowledge. Your orgasms finally brought out your real anatomy. Your cunt swells up, growing dozens and dozens of textured knobs. You squeeze his cock like a cunt never has squeezed him before. It feels as if he is getting sucked off and fucked at the same time. The knobs grind along his shaft and make sinful love to his sensitive tip.

Jungkook wanted to call you a good girl. He wanted to praise you for being so cock hungry and follow it up with a cocky remark about his skills. 

Instead he drops his weight on top of you and whimpers into the crook of your neck. He wraps his arms around you, cradling you against his chest as his knees barely want to keep his body up. 

“You feel so good”, he gets out, unable to control just how squeaky he sounds. He never did this before. Whimper. Let alone squeak. But he can’t stop. 

He holds you so close while you hold him back in return. He ruts his hips into you while you chase him in return. And while you sob in ecstasy, he tries so hard to make normal sounds but all which comes out are squeaky whimpers. 

He will never forget you. He will never fucking forget you. Please, don’t let him forget you. Please. Please, please it feels so good. Please. 

“Ah…please”, he begs and drags his lips to your lips, “please say my name.” 

“Jungkook.”

“Thank you”, he croaks and kisses you. He wishes that he can bury himself deeper in you. He wishes that he could live in you forever. How will he ever go back to human cunts when he experiences true serendipity between your legs?  

He learns in sweet ecstasy that your swollen knobs are highly sensitive as just moments later, he tastes your orgasmic cries and feels your nails down his back. Your cunt throbs and convulses, fucking and sucking him with your slickened, hot knobs and ridges.

Maybe this is why Hunters are supposed to hate dragons. Maybe nature wanted to save him from this. Because Jungkook swears that he can actually feel how his soul leaves his body at the sensation of your warm dragonic cunt climaxing around his cock.

“___”, he feeds you your own name then has to break the kiss and sob softly. Your own high already died down by now so you are fixated on him. His cheeks are flushed, his eyes are squeezed shut and his brows are furrowed. He tries not to but sobs a second time as your textured walls  begin milking him dry.

His hips falter, his knees give up. He falls on top of you, twitching and flinching helplessly. 

You close your eyes again, hugging him tightly. His full weight on you feels so good. His body is so hot and his skin is so soft. Are these noises normal? Why is he suddenly slacking and shaking? 

“Are you alright?”

“A-ah”, he answers you and blows his last load deep inside you. He finishes with a high pitched squeak, then rolls off you. 

He manages to lie his head on your arm accidentally but you don’t mind. You lie there frozen in shock as everything sinks in. You listen to him try to catch his breath and when you sneak a glance at him, you can see just how quickly his chest lifts and sinks. Red streaks run down his honey skin. Did you do that? His skin glistens in a layer of sweat. You might have become crazy because part of you wants to lick it off him and trace the red scratches at the same time. 

His cock lies on his stomach suddenly so much smaller and in a sense squishier. It is covered in a mixture of gold and white liquid. 

You reach between your legs and pick up what has been seeping out of you. The same white liquid covers his length. You smell it. There is no potent scent to it really, perhaps there is a small hint of nut to it. You lick it. Oh, slightly salty.  

“What is this?” you ask, showing him your fingers.

He finally opens his eyes. They are glassy from exhaustion and his pupils are blown out as if he was on drugs.

“You”, he gets out.

“Me?” 

“What the fuck’s your problem?”

You lower your soiled hand, chest tightening in nervousness. This sounded so intense and serious.

He rolls on top of you then rolls you and him to your sides. He tilts your face to him, stealing the slowest and most tender kisses of the entire evening. As if he wanted to touch your very soul with his own.

Soon you forget all about your question and instead feel yourself floating on fluffy clouds and warm fuzzy giddiness. You put your leg over his hip, sinking into his embrace. It doesn’t even matter anymore that you continue to leak. His right hand runs along your leg and hips, squeezing your buttock whenever he does a little moan.

Whatever he is currently doing makes you feel as if you could fly. It doesn’t turn you on again, instead it makes you feel as if what you did moments before earned you such kisses. He is rewarding you. That’s how that feels. Like a tender reward. You feel so good. 

Jungkook breaks the kiss with a shaky breath, cradling your cheeks and resting his forehead against yours.

“What the fuck did you do to me?” 

“What do you mean?”

“Did you know that your cunt would do that?”

“Do what?”

“Swell and get textured and, and, and start feeling so good.”

“Oh. No. Is this why I’m leaking white stuff?”

“Yes”, he laughs breathily, looking so pretty doing it, “yes, partially. Fuck”, he kisses you sweetly, rubbing your cheek as he does it. “This is my orgasm. I couldn’t stop it, I…” he meets your eyes, switching between your left and right. He seems obsessed and enchanted. “I just couldn’t stop.”

“Why not?” you ask earnestly.

“Because you felt so good.”

“I…made you do that?”

“Yes, fuck”, he says and exhales deeply, eyes clouding over in post-orgasmic bliss.

“Oh. I understand.”

He brushes your cheek, making your eyes droopy and your heart feel warm.

“Did it hurt for you?” he makes sure.

“No. I don’t know what you did to me. It felt so good and got more and more and I couldn’t- it didn’t stop.”

His eyes soften, his brows relax.

“Good”, he whispers, tracing your nose. He smiles. It reaches his eyes. 

You have to giggle. His demeanour makes you so giddy and warm. He chuckles with you.

“You did really well.” He closes his eyes and pulls you against his chest. He smells warm, masculine and like good sex. At least that is how you think he smells like. You never smelled sex before and his current scent is definitely going to be burned into your mind as sex. You kind of like it, hoping that he doesn’t mind when you melt closer. 

To your surprise, he relaxes at the feeling and begins tracing your spine with his fingertips. 

“I feel weird”, you confess.

“Why?” his voice tickles your forehead as it reverbs in his chest.

“I don’t want to move my limbs anymore and I’m so tired.”

“Let it happen. It means that the sex was good.” 

It was. It was amazing. You finally get it and if you weren’t so tired you would start crying at the realisation that someone wanted you enough to fuck you. You always imagined it to be weird for your own sake and now you know that it is actually so good and nice. 

“You actually did it”, you lull sleepily.

“Did what?”

“Bathed me, fed me, dressed me and” your breath tickles his naked chest, “and fucked me”, you sigh and hug him tight. 

Your soft snores meet his ears. The realisation that he actually fucked you doesn’t bother him tonight. Not when he feels so fuzzy. 

He rolls onto his back with you. 

You wake halfway, whimpering sleepily.

“Shhh, just getting the blanket”, he shushes you.

You hum and settle on his chest, body between his legs and arms trying to hug his neck. 

He listens to your steady breathing, sinking deeper and deeper into his own sleepiness. 

He finally has the answer to the question he was too scared to ask Xenia. Is it part of my curse to feel drawn to her? And it is going to fucking haunt him forever.

[fancycollectormoon]

Feels like a dream

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[fancycollectormoon]

I'm sorry for them both, because neither she or him had an easy life. They both have reasons to hate the other kind, but can also bring them closer to each other.

This Healer is an angel on earth. I'm happy that our OC could enjoy warmth and compation even for a liitle time.

In a way she healed him too. It's good that she opened his eyes on the truth. He is changing little by little and the last scene is the best proof for that.

I hope that they will visit the Healer once again.

But I must admit that I love their quarrels. There's a huge tension and passion in the air and it gives me great hope for future smut.

Another great chapter.

↳ Index [Chapter 02 - Coin, Kings & History]

Genre: Dark Fantasy, the first taste of enemies to lovers

Warnings: so much lore!, so much character growth, she gets really sick because of the sleeping potion & he needs to take care of her, vomiting, introduction of a complete queen of a character <3, Kook actually uses his brain for once and THINKS about what he did, they tell each other about their pasts, talk about child abandoment & abuse as well as death in childbirth, talk about violent sex crimes, the king is basically a sick fuck, hint at torture & assault of dragonborn, cursing, so much fighting between those two, yall this is what an enemies to lovers story should be, like those two HATE each other & they can't stand to be close and yet they have to, god i fucking love e2l :')

Wordcount: 8.6k

a/n: i just want to state that i am actually obsessed with the healer ahahhaha she is my icon fr. also, yall i really wanted the e2l to hit with this story so this is not just "you're annoying" this "if i could i would strangle you in your sleep" type of enemies shit and i'm eating it up cause there is so much tension FAHDSHF

The effects of the burning medicine faded the next morning. Jungkook wakes to your sounds of pain. 

He sits up and jumps out of bed, instinctively grabbing his sword to defend you from danger. He is still half asleep, seeing shadows and remnants of ghosts long gone. He blinks his eyes. The ghosts disappear, leaving behind the view of you curled up on the floor.

There is throw up on the wooden planks and you are sweating. 

“Why are you like this again?” he asks, hurrying to you in big steps. 

He puts his hand on your shoulder, shaking you gently but firmly.

“Does it hurt again?” 

You sob, nodding your head and clutching your stomach.

“This fucking healer. That’s why you shouldn’t trust backwater charlatans.” He stands up. “I’ll be back soon. Don’t you dare die while I’m gone.” 

There is no point in describing what you are doing in the time he is gone because you are quite frankly trying to survive. It hurts so much and it spread to your joints and head as well. Every angle and position you try to keep your arms and legs in, they ache. No matter how you lay your head, it feels like it is going to explode. It hurts so bad in fact that the nausea comes from the pain and not because your stomach feels upset. You really didn’t want to throw up on the floor, but didn’t know where else to go.

“Are you still with me?” Jungkook is back. 

He hurries to the table and sets down the kettle of hot water. He takes out the milk tears tea and mixes it into the water.

“Hey you, are you still with me?”

You croak weakly.

“Good. Stay with me. A healer is coming. You can’t bloody die like this, you’re worth a lot of coin.”

“Bowl. Please.”

“What?”

“Bowl.”

“A bowl? Why do you need a bowl?”

Too late. You throw up again, having to cry afterwards because you feel humiliated and disgusting.

“I’m sorry”, you get out, wanting to dissolve into thin air, “I’m so sorry.”

Jungkook bites his tongue. He feels so bloody conflicted. He has done so ever since you told him why you killed the man and it has been become unbearable ever since he saved you from getting assaulted. There is one side of him, the prideful stubborn and perhaps a little scared side that wants him to treat you for the apathetic monster that you are. And then there is the other side of him, the side which has fucking eyes and can see how similar you are to humans, that wants him to treat you like a fellow person in need. 

And for some inexplicable reason, this side wins this morning.

He walks to you and helps you sit up.

“Go over here”, he guides you a few steps to the right. “Lie down here”, he says and helps you get comfortable. He puts a clay bowl next to you then begins to wipe the dirtied floor wordlessly. 

He puts the dirtied bucket outside and washes his hands in the washing bowl. He checks the tea and realises that it is done, so he pours you a mug of it. 

He squats down, shaking you to consciousness by your shoulder.

“Don’t pass out on me. You hear me? I need you to get healthy again.” 

“Hurts”, you whimper.

“I know. Here, drink this.”

He helps you sit up and sets the mug against your lips. He tilts it, holding your head at the nape of your neck. He tries not to let the sensation of your scales get to him. This is the part most appealing to him. To feel the rough and textured scales spread down your neck and rub against his fingertips. It is like burning sandpaper to him. 

You finish the tea and he instantly pulls away, wiping his hand on his pants. The sensation remains, haunting him. 

“Thank you”, you get out weakly and drop down on the floor. 

“Don’t die”, he insists, stubbing you.

You groan softly, furrowing your brows. 

“Good. Stay alive. The healer is going to be here soon.”

He wasn’t wrong. The healer arrives with the beginning of a new hour. An elven woman with silver braids down to her hips and silver framed glasses perched atop her nose. Her face and body seem youthful, but a sense of old age and wisdom surrounds her. 

She instantly scrunches her nose at the pitiful view of you.

“You are going to give me a mighty good reason why she has to lie on the floor instead of the bed.”

“She is dragonborn.”

“You are a Hunter?”

“Yes.”

“Now let me tell you something, young Hunter. I have been on this plain long before the wars. I have seen dragons worshipped and their kin prayed to, as I have seen humans destroy everything. I do not care about what she is but what she suffers from. Now make yourself useful and put her on the bed, you narrow minded fool”, she scolds him like a disappointed mother would scold her son. 

Jungkook can’t disobey her, even if he tried. He helps you to your feet and to the bed, just as he helps you get comfortable. He tries to force you to lie on your back, but the healer stops him.

“If she wishes to lie on her side, let her be. Now step aside, you insolent fool.”

Jungkook scowls, stepping back with crossed arms. The healer takes his place and puts her hand on your temple gently.

“Hush now, everything will be alright”, she soothes you, healing your head with gentle pressure and a massage.

For the first time today, you take a breath of relief. 

“That’s it, breathe out the pain”, she whispers, then turns to Jungkook. “How did this happen?”

“I gave her this potion”, he says, showing it to her.

Her features darken.

“Why would you give her such a potion?”

“To keep her quiet.”

“And why do you need to keep her quiet?”

“Listen old lady, I am paying you a lot of coin to heal her not to ask questions. Can you help her or not?”

“Oh trust that I will help her”, she snarls, keeping a protecting hand on you at all times. “When did you give it to her?”

“I don’t know, whenever she woke again.”

Her features darken more and more.

“And for how long have you practiced this….technique?”

“For around three weeks.”

“You revolting bastard, you foolish child. You know nothing of this world!” she explodes and hits his arm with her open palm repeatedly. 

Jungkook could easily defend himself, hell, he could kill her if he really wanted to, but he is frozen in shock, taking the beating with widened eyes and an agape mouth.

“Such a potion is meant to put people to sleep before surgery or to put animals down before slaughter. You could have killed her if you continued.”

“How? I have kept dragons down this way before.”

“You are a fool. A narrow minded, uneducated fool. They are people like you and I.”

“Alright, alright I understand. Stop hitting me.”

She hits him especially hard and steps back. Jungkook scowls and pouts, rubbing his aching arm.

“Feel the pain. Maybe it will teach you something”, she spits and turns her attention back to you.

You have your eyes open, looking up at her as if she was a goddess brought alive. She gives you a reassuring, motherly smile and rubs your scales softly.

“Don’t you worry. I know exactly how to get rid of the pain and cure you of the ails.”

She goes to work. Jungkook watches from a safe distance, sulking.

She prepares a thick, dark coloured liquid.

“This is going to taste awful, but it will help you.”

You drink it without complaint, clutching the mug and her hands and closing your eyes for it. The taste doesn’t matter, you want this pain to stop. A deep warmth settles in your stomach and slowly spreads to the rest of your body. 

You sigh, sinking deep into the pillow. 

“Now try to sleep. It will be better when you wake”, she says and caresses your cheek gently. 

Tears escape your eyes. You have never felt motherly tenderness before. Or tenderness in general.

The last thing you actively take in is the healer talking to Jungkook about white tears tea and then you fall into a deep, relieved sleep.

“Yes, the last healer I went to told me to give her the tea once a day”, he says, frowning as he still sulks.

“Make it twice a day. Morrow and night. And with lots of clean water”, she orders, ignoring his childish display of distaste.

“Anything else?”

“Yes. Three light meals high in fiber and the healing liquid once a day right after waking up.” 

“Great. So I basically have to act like a caregiver.”

“You bet that you do. You will let her sleep in bed, you will allow her rest for at least a week and I will visit her each day.”

“What?”

“You heard me right. Tea, water, food, rest and me. You will have to learn to live with it because I am not going to leave her alone with you.”

Jungkook steps closer to try and intimidate her, but something about her is frightening. 

“Do not test my patience, young Hunter. I have handled bad men like you more than once in my many centuries.”

Bad man. There it is again. People seeing him as a bad man. It stings deep.

“Alright”, he gives up, avoiding eye contact, “does this mean that we have to reside here?”

“Naturally.”

Jungkook growls in distaste, “wonderful. Yet another bloody week on the road.”

“Nobody forced you to go on this hunt”, she throws back and turns her back to him to walk back to you. “You can leave. I will stay with her for now.” 

“Why? So you can help her escape?”

“Perhaps or perhaps you will have to trust that I care about her recovery for now and will pay her company.” 

“You are the most annoying woman I have ever met.”

“Thank you. I take this as a compliment coming from a bad man such as yourself.” 

Jungkook flees from the room with a broken ego.  

She walks back to the bed and sits down, coming eye to eye with you. Jungkook’s emotional exit woke you again.

“I am Xenia”, the elven woman says with warm eyes. They were the colour of prehnite, contrasting against her dark complexion. Kindness radiated off her.

“___”, you tell her.

“___. What a lovely name.” She brushes your cheek. “It is just you and I right now. Speak your truth”, she whispers.

“You need to help me, please. I’m his prisoner.”

“I have figured that much.”

“He, he said that he is going to sell me to King Foltest. I will be tortured and killed. Please help me.” 

Xenia’s eyes darken, “what heartless bastard”, she murmurs under her breath, then shifts her eyes to you. “Do not worry. You will not be sold to the king.”

“Really? Can you help me?” 

“As best as I can. I cannot help you escape because I cannot risk the wrath of the king. My family could be persecuted.”

“I understand.”

“However, I will not abandon you. You have to rest for a week, drink the medicine I brew you, sleep and regain your strength. And I will visit you each day. Please hold on until the seventh day, I will provide.” 

“Thank you”, you choke out, spilling tears, “you are the first person who sees me as equal.”

“Do not weep, sweet child. Behind our different skins and varied cultures, we are all just blood and bone. You are blood of my blood just like any person is.” 

“Thank you. I know we don’t know each other, but I trust you.” 

She smiles and brushes your cheek.

“Now sleep. No harm will come to you today.”

You fall asleep from exhaustion, from having to heal and from relief. You believe her.

Xenia keeps her promise and visits every day. She stands in front of the door with the first call of the rooster and returns for a second visit after dinner. 

Jungkook simply has to live with it and she truly makes him suffer. Not from torture or pain, but from stern and ruthless treatment. She sends him to the market for fresh herbs or food, constantly tells him that he is a fool and never compliments him. 

You would be lying if you said that it wasn’t satisfying to watch.

The fifth day comes way too quickly for your taste. It is a rainy and dreary day. It is very cold in the room, forcing you to shiver even under the blanket.

Jungkook, who previously visited the local bath house, returns to the room. His clothes are soaked. 

“Cursed storm. All the bathing I did was for nothing", he grumbles and stomps to the window to close it. 

He glances at you. 

“Why are you shivering? Don’t tell me that you’re hurting again.”

“No, just really cold.”

Jungkook scowls and stomps to the fireplace to put more wood into it. The flames swallow it quickly. Jungkook sticks the brass bed warmer into the flames letting it heat up. As it does, he takes off his shirt and pants. He knows that you can’t see him from this angle and so he changes into something dry. 

He prepares you a cup of the white tears tea which sits on the flame in a brass kettle.

“Here.” 

You sit up and accept the mug.

“Thank you.” 

He returns to the fire to get the bed warmer and sticks it under the blanket. 

“Careful not to burn your feet when you lay down again. Not that your kind can actually get burned.”

“It’s warm. Thank you.”

“Yeah, yeah. The only reason I am doing this is because Xenia is going to hit me again if I don’t.” 

“I like her.”

“Of course you do.” He sits down on the chair the wrong way, resting his arms on the edge of the backrest. He props his chin on his hands and watches the storm through the window. “I fucking hate the rain.”

“Me too.”

Time passes. You settle back in the sheets after finishing the tea. The bed warmer keeps the blanket so toasty. You feel so sleepy because of it, eyes running over his silhouette mindlessly. 

Jungkook hates waiting. He should already be in Wogrin – the capital – and receive his coin, but instead he has to pass time in this backwater village.

“I was born on such a day as today.” 

Jungkook doesn’t want to listen, but still does. Your voice carries a sense of delirium with it, as if you weren’t truly aware that you were talking. It is the kind of disconnect one gets right before sleep when the filters of the brain are shut off. 

“The nuns who raised me said that it meant that I will bring misfortune.” 

Jungkook silently agrees at first then you sniffle and sound so incredibly sad and he feels bad for agreeing.

“My mother died in childbirth. I never got to know her.”

He listens actively. 

“I stayed with the nuns who helped deliver me. They said that it was my fault because I am of dragon blood, that a human body wasn’t meant to deliver a dragonic baby. They told me that I am a demon and a monster. They hurt me almost every day.” 

He doesn’t know what to say because his instincts only come up with awful things to say and he doesn’t want to say them.

“And your father?” so he asks a question, back still turned to you and eyes focused outside yet attention fully on you. 

“They told me that he was a true dragon who one day delivered my heavily pregnant mother to the convent and then left. He never returned and my mother wept for him daily.”

“I see. Do you know his name?”

“No.”

“Do you know your mother’s name?”

“She had my name. She died before she could name me and so the nuns gave me hers.”

“I see. It is a name of honour then.” 

“It is all that I have of her. Sometimes when I lie awake at night, I imagine how life could have been if she survived.” 

Jungkook tenses up when he hears you begin to cry. 

“She suffered so much. I was born with her grief weaved into my soul. I can feel how my father broke her heart and how scared she felt when she realised that giving birth to me will kill her. I can feel it. Whenever it storms, I can feel her grief and her fear.” 

Your voice becomes more and more twisted, the stronger your emotions grip you. The sickness and Xenia’s medicine only strengthen the intensity of them.

“The nuns were right. I am a bringer of misfortune. If I was never born, my mother would have never had to die. She could have lived her life, become happy and find meaning. It is my fault.”

He stands up and walks to you. He kneels down and wipes your tears with the sleeve of his shirt.

You gasp sharply, eyes instantly fixed on him in shock. Sharp lightning illuminates him from behind, the fireplace casts shadows on his features. His eyes are clear to you, offering you compassion. 

He opens his mouth to talk, but closes it in the end. He doesn’t know what to say. He pulls his hand back and stands up, eyes meeting Xenia’s because she seems to have arrived. 

She has been lingering for long enough to witness Jungkook’s kindness.

“Xenia”, he greets her and stubs you, “your friend is here. I’m downstairs.” 

He flees, but Xenia still grips his arm. She is surprisingly strong and steadfast. He looks at her iron grip then her eyes. 

“Kindness, young Hunter, will bring meaning to your life way more than cruelty ever will. The warmth you feel in your heart right now? Embrace it, think about it, let it change you.”

He rips his arm free and steps closer to her, “I feel nothing”, he hisses and leaves. 

He will never admit it, but he will spend his time downstairs drinking and thinking about the warmth Xenia spoke of and he will be seething because he will know exactly what she was talking about.

The sixth day arrives after a sleepless night for Jungkook. You were already fast asleep and Xenia was gone when he returned from downstairs. 

He watched you for a while. The blanket was pulled all the way up to your ear and your mouth was slightly parted. Covered up like this, Jungkook couldn’t see the differences between you and him. 

He so dearly wanted to see them, but he couldn’t. You looked like a person. Not a monster or demon, but a person. You had history and feelings just like him. He was very drunk so he wondered if coin was truly important when it meant selling a person to the king. 

And Jungkook couldn’t understand his own doubts, lying down on the chaise lounge he has been using as his bed this week, and trying to force himself to sleep.

Jungkook gasps and sits up. His neck aches from the position he managed to fall asleep in. Instinctively, his eyes race over the room. The bed is empty. It is still storming.

“No”, he gasps and jumps to his feet to run to his swords. He stops. 

You are still here, sitting by the window and eating breakfast. Your eyes are currently fixed on him, you seem confused by his urgent awakening. His swords stand beside you untouched. 

“Good morrow”, you say.

“You, how- you were”, he points at the bed, “and now are”, he points at you. 

“Xenia was here already. She says that I am almost back to full health again. We let you sleep because you smelled intoxicated.” 

“My swords.”

“What about them?”

“Why did you not take them and kill me?”

“Why should I have done that?”

“Because I deserved it.” 

“Maybe. But I am not a killer. I do not kill humans.” 

“You killed the man.”

“Because he was going to hurt innocent people. I did it to help.” 

Frustration bubbles in Jungkook’s heart. He stomps to you in big steps, grabs a chair and sits down facing you. 

“But why? The woman you saved turned against you the second she saw your scales. Why would you help? Why do you help? Me, the woman, people. Why help who hates you?”

“Because I don’t actually want to hate humans. All I want is to be seen as a person. And to live. I have been helpless all my life, people act as if I don’t exist when I beg for help. I know how it feels to be helpless and I can’t stand idly by and do nothing when someone needs help. Even if I know that the person probably hates me.” 

“Then you are a fool. They don’t deserve your help.”

“The little girl did! She was innocent. She didn’t mind my scales or eyes, she saw me as a person. I do it for people like her. Who are weaker than most others and who can’t defend themselves.” 

You glare at him.

“I won’t kill you, but I regret helping you”, you murmur angrily.

“I wouldn’t have needed your help anyway. Crab spiders are easy to kill”, he says, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

“Didn’t look like it to me”, you say and munch on a grape. 

“I acted. You jumped in with your sorry attempt at fire breath, so obviously fucking dragonborn you fool, and then you stupidly told me your name. I acted weak to trick you.”

“And that’s why the little girl saw you for what you are. A bad man.”

“I’m not a bad man!”

“Yes, you are! You kill innocent people! You hunt us, torture us, sell us to sick fucks! You are a bad person!”

“I kill monsters too! True monsters, the kind which hurt anything they see.”

“Well, we aren’t monsters. We are people with feelings and families and history.”

He looks into your eyes. You look into his eyes, standing your ground.

“Have you ever thought of this? That you are catching people? Have you ever thought of what happens to those people?”

This is everything he has been thinking about the past week. And it has brought him to the brink of madness. 

“Asking questions isn’t what I get paid for.”

“Well, maybe you should ask questions next time. We get tortured-”

“I don’t want to hear it. I-”

“Too bad, you will listen to it. We get tortured and forced to breed, our body parts get taken out while we are still alive just so old kings can live longer. Do you really think that King Foltest will play tea party with me once you deliver me?”

He gnaws on his lower lip.

“Foltest is obsessed with youth. He will breed me and then force me to have an abortion just so he can feast on my foetus because he thinks that it will bring him youth. And it will happen to me again and again because he is old and disgusting and stubborn and he doesn’t want to admit that he is going to die no matter how hard he fights destiny.”

You fletch your teeth, voice quivering in hatred as you speak your next words.

“So let that sink in. You are a bad person who is stupid enough to believe the words of a sick king and as a result sends innocent people to their demise.”

Anger washes over Jungkook’s face.

“You have no idea why I do what I do. Do you think that I care about King Foltest? He could fucking kiss my boots for all I care”, he hisses.

“Then why do you do it?!” you yell.

“Because dragons took everything from me!” he screams back with such emotions in his voice that it cracks, hitting his fist on the table.

You stare in shock, unable to speak.

“Your kind is bad. You kill and pillage and, and rape innocent girls to death! You deserve everything bad!” he tears up as he speaks, his voice becoming shaky and full of grief. His hand trembles as he points it at you in accusation.

“What…happened to you?” you ask him hesitantly.

He exhales shakily, covering his eyes for just a second. 

“It doesn’t matter. You are still going to the king and I will get my coin.” 

“No, tell me. Why do you hate my kind so much?” 

“Because you are all murderers.” 

“No, we are not. Yes, there are bad ones but humans have those too. Why do you hate us? What did we do to you?”

“You killed my family”, he finally confesses, staring at you with such hatred that you feel yourself shiver.

“Tell me.” 

“What difference does it make?”

“A grand difference. For millennia our kinds have fought and killed each other without ever seeking conversation. So talk. Fucking tell me why you hate us so much and let me finally understand it.”

He wants to be understood. He wants to make sense of the conflicting emotions in his chest. He wants to understand you. So he talks.

“It was years ago. The war between humans and dragons was still happening. We were rice farmers and our village was far away from the battles. The dragonborn were stronger back then. They had armies and troops. One of your troops invaded our village one night, killed everyone and raped the women.” He pulls out the small rabbit toy of his sister, fumbling with it. “My mother was killed defending us. My sister was only thirteen. She had her first bloods a month prior, she was so proud to finally be a woman so she always said. They pinned me down while I had to watch her die slowly from, from…”

He clutches the toy and shakes his head.

“I can’t say it”, he whispers, voice barely wanting to come out. 

“You don’t have to. I am so sorry. This is terrible. This is so, so terrible.”

He squeezes his eyes shut, spilling tears.

“They laughed as they did it and when she was dead, they talked about doing it to me. I was fifteen. My father was already dead. I don’t know what happened but, but suddenly there was so much rage inside me. I wasn’t scared, I was just so angry. It blinded me and the next moment my vision cleared, the dragonborn were dead and I was holding a bloodied knife.”

“You awakened your Hunter side.” 

“I know that”, he hisses and meets your eyes, “it was your kind that killed my family, your kind that hurt my sister.”

“It was and I am sorry. I am sorry for what was done to you. These dragonborns deserved what they got, but we aren’t all like that.” 

“Yes, you are. The moment you get a chance, you resort to violence. I have seen it time and time again.”

“Do you speak of the ones you hunted and killed? The ones who knew that they were going to die and who tried to defend themselves from imminent doom? You mean them?” 

“Yes, no, I-”

“A gentle dog, pushed into a corner will also resort to biting to defend itself. Do not call a threatened dragonborn violent just because they wanted to live.” 

“No, you don’t-” 

“Didn’t your sister want to live too? Didn’t she fight with as much violence as she could muster?”

“Do not mention my sister!”

“She fought as well! Was violent! Will you call her a monster too because she fought?”

Jungkook jumps up and lifts you by the collar of your shirt. His once human eyes are as black as the abyss, the area around them is sunken and greyed. His black hunter tattoos glow brightly.

“Do not speak of my sister like that”, he growls, voice distorted in demonic anger. 

This must be it. The Hunter magic. It is something one cannot learn, but is born with. Nobody knows why it affects certain people and some live their entire life without ever triggering it. The people who trigger it, gain inhuman strength and abilities. They live longer and never get sick with human ails. And they spend their entire lives trying to still the desire for dragon blood in their hearts.

“I apologise”, you say and place your hands on his chest gently, “I am sorry for what my kind did to her. Please accept me as the spokesperson for my kind. We are sorry.”

Jungkook’s eyes return to normal. He exhales shakily and drops you. He stumbles back, falling on the chair. 

“Ah, my head”, he gets out, touching his own forehead. 

“Do you need water?”

“Stop trying to help”, he hisses and meets your eyes. He seems frustrated. “Stop apologising and being kind. Stop it.” 

“Why? Because it forces you to admit that you are sending a fellow person to their demise?”

“Yes.”

He admitted it. You didn’t think that he would. You don’t know what to say. Neither seems he.

A silence – heavy, gnawing, meaningful – lies itself over the situation.

So what now? You each said what you wanted to say. You each expected the other to stand their ground and stubbornly ignore the other’s points. And yet you somehow understood each other. You acknowledged each other. You talked.

What now?

Jungkook curses under his breath and stands up. You instinctively stand up as well in defence. He sends you a dark look and closes the distance. You stumble back, lifting your hands in defence. But he doesn’t hurt you. He presses himself past you, pumping shoulders with you.

Moments later, the room is empty. He locked the doors and the windows are too small, so escape isn’t possible. Escape isn’t truly what you think about right now. The after effects of the conversation leave you paralysed.

You sink down on the chair and rest your head in your hands. What now? You understand him. You understand why he thinks that your kind is bad. If you lost your family and had to watch your sister get raped by humans, you would have started hating them as well. You understand him and this is exactly what paralyses you. Understanding that deep down he is also just a person with motives and a traumatised heart who, despite that, was willing to actually hear you out.

What now?

You cannot stay with him. You get the feeling that he will still bring you to the king. You have to escape, but how? Yes, he keeps your feet free of ropes these days and doesn’t drug you anymore, but somehow it still feels a lot more difficult to escape. His guards are up ever since your attempt last week and you are a lot more scared to try again. What if he starts hurting you if you fail? What if today’s conversations meant that betraying him will hurt him and he will become violent because of it?

And where even did he go right now? According to the burning candle, he left half an hour ago and it doesn’t seem that he will return any time soon.

What if you checked the windows just once?

They are way too small for an adult and a metal lattice is stuck to the outside.

What if you checked the door just once?

It is locked. No matter how much you twist and turn the knob, it doesn’t budge.

Defeated, you walk back to the table. You fill a plate with food and decide that eating will be the best thing you can do. You need to regain your strength either way.

Delirious, dizzy and with a pounding head, Jungkook arrives at Xenia’s hut. It is located in the forest outside the village next to a babbling brook. He knows where it is because she sent him back and forth between it and the tavern multiple times a day. Till this day, he thinks that she did it on purpose. 

He knocks with his open palm. 

The elven healer opens after the fifth knock. 

“Young Hunter”, she greets him and secretly grips her dagger, “what brings you here?”

“I want you to tell me the truth.” 

She lets go of the dagger and steps out of the doorframe. 

“Come in. Sit by the fire to dry.” 

As if she expected him, she has tea and sweet cake waiting for him. She lets him sit by the fire, rubbing his hair dry while he is bundled in a blanket and sips tea.

“The world I grew up in was very different from the world today. We had magic, rich cultures and we walked among other peoples without hatred in our hearts”, she begins. 

Jungkook listens to her as the tea and fire warms him. He thinks that the cake tastes very good. 

“Dragons were considered as goddesses and gods. They walked among us, huge and beautiful, and the peoples prayed to them for protection and health. The dragons loved the humans. They celebrated and ate with them and they protected the weak against monsters.”

“So monsters have always been part of this world?”

“Oh yes, true monsters have always been part of this world and it was the dragons who kept us safe from them. In return we prayed to them, we loved them and we treated them as friends. Not foe, but friend.” 

Jungkook takes another slice of the cake, then he speaks.

“Until they realised that they were stronger than us and began hunting us. Isn’t that so?”

Xenia chuckles, “oh young Hunter”, she says and sighs deeply grieved by his naivety, “if only you knew the truth.”

“So what is the truth?”

“The truth, young Hunter, is that dragons have never been monsters. King Foltest’s great-great-grandfather King Feld desired a dragon woman of immense wisdom and strength. Her name was Vysannya. He wanted her to the point of obsession, but she did not want him. This did not break his heart, but it hurt his ego.”

She hangs the wet towel by the fire and walks to her working table to prepare more tea. 

“He sent his army to where Vysannya lived and burned the village she swore to protect while she was gone to hunt. He ordered his men to make it look as if she did it. Not but a week later, dragons were declared the kingdom’s enemies and not but another week later, Vysannya was the first dragon to fall in the gruesome war to follow.” 

She looks at Jungkook.

“She was like your ___. An innocent person who wanted to live and be understood, yet the cruelty of a man ruined her.”

He lowers his head. He fumbles with the mug. Xenia gives him time to let everything sink in. 

“The stories I was told were different”, he confesses, rubbing his aching forehead.

“Because the humans won the war and history written by the victors is very rarely the truth.”

He looks up at Xenia, helpless and teary eyed.

“So why do I exist?” he chokes out.

“You exist because King Feld hired practitioners of dark magic to curse his strongest warriors with inhuman strength and a thirst for dragon blood. You must have had warrior ancestors. The curse awoke after a great cruelty was done to you by dragons.”

“It was”, he whispers and looks at the mug. He pulls out the rabbit toy from his pants and traces the small face with his thumbs. His tears hit the dark oak wood and soak it. 

“I am sorry for what was done to you.”

He can hear that she was honest.

“Thank you.” He kisses the rabbit toy and rests his forehead against it. “It isn’t her fault.” 

“It never was.”

“I do not know what to believe anymore.”

“Yes you do, you are simply scared to accept it.”

“I’m….” he sinks into himself in defeat, “yes.” He whispers. “Yes, I am.”

“That is alright. Fear means that you have grown too big for the small confines you lived comfortably in. Embrace it, let it help you break free and it will teach you a lot.”

He thinks each word through.

“How do you know what to say?” he asks in the end.

“If I lived my eight hundred years without learning, what a fool would I be”, she says, making him laugh with it. 

She laughs with him.

“Ah fuck”, he curses under his breath, wiping his eyes.

She fills his cup with new tea and fills his plate with more cake. She rubs his head like a mother would to console her son. He chases the affection with a small tilt of his head. It has been too long since he felt a motherly touch.

“Do you”, he begins, heart hammering in his chest.

“Yes, young hunter?”

“Do you know if human women have to die to give birth to a dragon half-blood?” 

She smiles knowingly. 

“No. If a woman dies in childbirth it is because life is cruel, not because her baby is of dragon blood.” 

“I see.” He sips on the tea and sets the mug down on his thigh. “Is it possible to…” he stops talking as if something was holding him back.

“Yes, young Hunter?” 

He shakes his head, nervous and embarrassed. 

“Nevermind.” 

She nods her head. A sense of knowing surrounds her. 

“Very well. You know where to find me when you are ready to ask this question.” She retreats her touch and walks to the table to work on medicine. “___ will be well tomorrow.”

“We can continue.”

“And will you?” she asks, looking at him over her shoulder with great intensity.

He takes a deep breath, shifting his eyes to the fire. He watches the flames dance, gnawing on the inside of his cheek. Xenia waits for his answer, though she already knows it deep within her. 

“There is a bounty on her head. I cannot let her go. Others like me will hunt her.”

“I see.” 

“I have to..” he falters. He has to gasp and gulp as if the words he wants to speak ache like acid on his tongue. “I, I have to, to…” He bends over, holding his head, “I have to apologise to her”, he finally gets out and throws his hand over his mouth, gagging in pain. 

“That you do, kind Jungkook.”

He lifts his head, eyes widened in shock. She gives him a smile. A warm, proud smile. 

“You, you think that I am kind?”

She doesn’t answer him directly, instead she closes the distance in light steps and puts her hand on his cheek. He leans into it, feeling the desire to close his eyes. 

“You embraced the warmth in your heart and learned from it.” 

She wipes his tears and steps back. 

“You should go. The rain has stopped for now.”

“I should. Thank you for the cake and the tea”, he stands up and looks at her. Then he bows deeply, holding his hand on his heart, “and thank you for showing me the right path.” 

She bows at him with her hand on her heart.

“The path has always been yours, you simply chose to finally take it.”

Jungkook leaves Xenia’s hut with slices of cake bundled in a cloth. She told him to give them to you. 

He spends his walk to the village lost in thoughts. He never liked the royal family, hell, he doesn’t like royals in general and learning the true history of this world finally confirms his feelings.

The other half of his walk, Jungkook uses to practice what he is going to say to you. He wants the apology to be honest. It is what you deserve. 

Jungkook stops just a few steps away from the tavern. His stomach tightens, a sharp sting shoots through his heart.

You are crossing the corner into the side alleyway. You are running away. After everything he did for you, you betray him. 

Jungkook drops Xenia’s cake and runs. His chest is burning in anger. How dare you run. How dare you use his kindness. 

You are right there. Jungkook leaps into the air and drags you down with him as he lands again.

You scream in shock, trying to fight off your attacker. You get turned to your back and your wrists pinned to the wet soil. 

“I trusted you! How dare you run!” 

He keeps your hips down with his leg. His eyes are widened, spilling tears of betrayal and yet burning in a dark fire of anger.

“You. Shit. Fuck.”

“Yes. Fuck. Fuck you. And I foolishly felt guilty for what I did to you. You deserve every single thing I did to you, you traitorous dragon scum.”

You wiggle but Jungkook rolls you onto your stomach and drags your wrists back.

“I’m sorry. The innkeeper came in to clean and I saw my chance. I shouldn’t have done that.”

“No. You shouldn’t have”, he hisses and tightens ropes around your wrists painfully.

“Ah. Ouch. This hurts.”

“Good. It’s what you deserve.”

“Please Jungkook, please just let me go.”

“Don’t put my name into your mouth or I’m gagging you.”

“I’m sorry. Please, you have to understand me. You are still going to deliver me to the king. I don’t want to die. Please, Jungkook.”

“I told you not to use my name”, he spits and rips his shirt at the hem just to use it as a makeshift gag.

“Mhm hm mgnhmh.”

Jungkook ignores your silenced begs and lifts you up like a sack of potatoes. He throws you over his shoulder, carrying you back to the tavern. 

Moments later, you are on the horse cart, leaving the village abruptly while you beg and sob for a chance to say goodbye to Xenia. 

Jungkook however is deaf to your noises, twisting the reins angrily and trying to ignore the ache in his heart.

The journey leads you to Hemdal. A bigger city along the river Pantor. Jungkook seems to know which of the many taverns was best. 

The tavern is impressive. Three stories high and with at least a dozen rooms, each accessorised with a balcony. A band of bards plays in front of the tavern and inside another band plays on stage. Laughter and talk is great and dance seems to be appreciated as well. 

Jungkook takes off your gag outside and ties your wrists in the front. He ignores the looks you send him just as he ignores your voice. 

“I wanted to say goodbye to Xenia. She is the first person who saw me as equal, who was kind to me and you took me away from her.” 

He finishes the knot and grabs the rope between your wrists. 

“Walk.”

This is the first word you get from him and he still sounds angry with you. 

Once inside, you can watch how Jungkook sends a few nods to some women, which you ignore because it grosses you out. You don’t understand the fascination with carnal activities. It seems very uncomfortable to you. 

“Lord Hunter, how long has it been?” the innkeeper greets him. 

“Three months.”

“Three months and you haven’t changed a bit.” She shifts her eyes to you. “Who’s the lady by your side?” 

“It’s best if you don’t know. I need a room for one night. The highest floor.”

“Luckily for you, we have a room free upstairs.” 

They exchange keys and coin then she offers him a drink which he declines, “later.”

He wraps his fingers around your ties and tugs.

“Walk.”

“You know, for someone who takes pride in his profession, you seem weirdly embarrassed about having me tied up again.”

“Shut up. I have my reasons.”

“If I didn’t know any better, I would almost believe that you feel guilty.”

Jungkook whips around quickly, speaking in such close proximity that you can feel his breath hit your face.

“I do not feel guilt. I am not embarrassed. Just be quiet and let me be.”

“I am simply saying. If you feel bad, you can just let me go.”

“In your dreams. You wasted it”, he grumbles and turns his back to you. “Walk”, he hisses and tugs you with him.

He opens the ties once you are in the room. You instantly take the chance, pressing yourself past him to run. 

He is by the door before you, slamming it close by pressing you against it.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” 

“Let me go, you bastard! Let me go!”

He pins your wrists above your head, face twisted in angry betrayal.

“Haven’t you learned? Do I have to hurt you?” 

“Go on, just do it. You have already done the worst thing you can do by taking Xenia from me!”

“What good would a conversation with her have done?” 

“She promised to help me! You are going to take me to the king! Despite everything we talked about, despite seeing that I sleep and eat and feel like you! Even after everything we have been through, you will still bring me to Foltest!”

“We haven’t been through anything.”

“Despite admitting that I’m a fellow person, you are still going to condemn me!”

“I wasn’t going to deliver you to him!”

“What?” you whisper, finally standing still.

“Not anymore. I wasn’t going to deliver you to him.”

“So why am I still your captive?!” you yell back at him, pushing yourself off the door as best as possible. 

Jungkook pins you down again, lacing his fingers with you to have a better grip. There is almost no distance between you and him. 

“There is a bounty on your head, you stupid fool!”

“What?”

“You heard me right.” He takes out a piece of paper from the inside of his coat and shows it to you. 

A drawing of your face and your name looks back at you. Two hundred coins to whoever brings you to the king alive. Jungkook is telling the truth. There is a bounty on your head. The amount is unbelievable to you. Two hundred coins. You could buy half a village with this amount of money. Greed will bring danger to your feet.

“Is this true?” 

“Yes. I have been ripping them off wherever we went.” 

“Is this how you found out about me?”

“No. The king asked for me. Seems that he’s grown impatient. Not many female dragonborn are left in these lands.”

“He pays you two hundred coins to send me to certain death?” 

“He pays me four hundred, but what do I care? Escape. Run and let’s see who captures you next and if they are going to be as kind to you as I am.” 

“Kind? You drugged me for weeks! You keep me in chains, force me to sleep on the floor, you call me names!” 

“And I’m sorry!”

Your heart stops for a second. His touch becomes so noticeable to your skin. 

“I am sorry for what I did.” He studies your face and furrows his brows, exhaling shakily. 

Suddenly he lets go of your hands and steps back. “But what does it matter? Run. What do I care if another catches you?” he says coldly. He turns his back to you.

You stand there frozen in shock as you stare at his back. He released you. The door is still unlocked. You could run. One look over your shoulder to your freedom, then one look at Jungkook.

“Are you serious?”

He turns, eyes cold.

“You’re free to go. Go march towards your death, I am not going to stop you.”

You hesitate. He seems serious. You could leave. You are free.

“Go!” he yells.

“I don’t know where to.” 

Jungkook sighs in annoyance and defeat. 

“Fine. I gave you a chance”, he says and grips you by your shoulders. He turns you and pushes you deeper into the room, “walk.”

“Where are we going?”

“Over there. You’re sleeping on the floor tonight.”

“So I’m still your captive?” 

“Naturally.”

“And you will fight off others who try to bring me in?” 

“If others are coming to get you, I won’t stop them. You betrayed me. I fucking hate traitors.”

You bite down on your tongue. Shit. You knew that escaping was a bad idea. He is cold to you again.

“I’m sorry.”

“Stick it. 

“We are so high up”, you say, studying the balcony.

“Guess you have to jump to your death if you want to escape. Now stay there and think about what you did”, he grumbles and opens the room door again.

“Where are you going?”

“Why? So you know how long you have to escape?”

“Naturally.”

Jungkook snarls and steps closer to intimate you. You lift your hands.

“Calm down. This room is way too high up to jump and you will lock the door. How would I escape? Despite, there is a bounty on my head. I was trying to lighten the mood.”

He grunts in annoyance, glaring.

“So where are you going?”

“You give me a headache, the mead’s good, I have needs and the women here are kind.”

“Disgusting, I regret asking.”

“Just because you’re unfuckable, doesn’t mean that you need to be bitter”, he hisses and stomps off angrily. 

“You know what? Fuck you too! I finally had someone who was kind to me and you took her from me!”

He slams the door closed and locks it. 

Naturally, you check out your means of escape. You are paranoid and if he is stupid enough to leave you unsupervised, you will take advantage of it. The door however doesn’t budge and the lock seems immune against getting picked. Escaping over the balcony is also impossible because there are no other balconies underneath you on which you could jump. Besides, there is a bloody bounty on your head and he seems to be the safest option for you right now. Defeated, you stay in the room and wait until Jungkook returns from his escapades.

It is a few hours later. The city and tavern quieted down. You are already slipping in and out of consciousness. You hear him come back, but decide to act asleep. You are curled up by the fire, back turned to the bed and body shivering slightly. It aches to sleep on the floor, but you are used to uncomfortable sleeping conditions. 

The door locks. His footsteps wander through the room. He does something by the table. Jewellery sings as he takes it off. A few moments later a defeated sigh follows and his footsteps come closer. 

You tense up, contemplating on “waking up” just so you weren’t so helpless.

And then he squats down and puts his hands on you. You try your very hardest not to tense up when he slides them down your back. Once his grip is good, he picks you up. You try so hard to keep your body floppy, resulting in your head to fall against his chest. He smells like a woman’s perfume and alcohol. 

What is happening? What is he doing? He is carrying you somewhere but why?

You feel a soft mattress under you and a warm blanket above you. He tugged you into bed, joining you under the covers a mere moment later. He blows out the candle and settles into the pillow with a deep sigh. Moments later, his snores fill your ears.

Why would he tug you into bed?

[fancycollectormoon]

THE QUEEN IS BACK!!!

SIBI IS BACK!!!

THIS IS THE COMEBACK OF THE YEAR!!!

Seriously I'm shaking, crying almost throwing up.

I love it already although it hurt so much to read this chapter. I felt so sorry for her, I wanted to help her so bad.

Six characters made to my death list and luckily four of them are dead, hopefully there will come a time for the rest later.

It's really sad that only ONE 6 yo girl was human in this story, her young brain wasn't rotten. May she live in good health and happiness.

I like how you reffered to him as "The Hunter" through whole chapter, because he was just nameless and heartless person. For me it was easier this way to read the story because in my head I can't picture Jungkook as a mean and bad person.

Only at the end you wrote "Jungkook prepares the horse cart and for some inexplicable reason, you help him willingly." Because he is starting to change, he begins to see her as a human and not as dragon.

Sibi, with this story you made my imagination running wild.

I'm so excited for next chapter.

↳ Index [Chapter 01 - Long Roads]

Pairing: Dragonhunter!Jungkook x f.Dragon!Reader

Genre: Dark Fantasy

Warnings: racism against dragons, hatred, non-consensual drugging with sleeping potions, being tied up & gagged against one's will, not having control over one's own body, anxiety & fear, cursing, this is the most intense chapter of the story & i promise it will get a lot better, Jungkook is genuinely not a good person at first and then the doubts set in, throwing up, attempted rape (not by kook), abusive fathers, lets just say that the truly evil people get what they deserve, again this is a very intense chapter with heavy themes, please read with caution, this story will get a lot lighter i promise <3

Wordcount: 9.1k

a/n: can you besties believe it??? i'm finally back with a LONG story omgmgm i'm vibrating in excitement!! gosh, i can't wait to go on this journey with you all, it's gonna be such an intense and nfngnfng journey gaah! have fun besties and i'm looking forward to you all yelling at me in my inbox hiihihi 💙

The screeching of someone being in trouble draws you out of your cave. You run, dodging low hanging branches and sharp thorns. These woods are dangerous, even for someone like you, but you would never let another person die.

Most people don’t deserve your help. Most people pretend that you were non-existent, while others made their distaste for your kind very obvious. 

There was a village not far from your cave. You wanted to live in it, but the people don’t want you there. They don’t like what you are. A dragon half-blood. 

Now, the stories go that dragons are loved among humans, that they and their offspring are seen as gods and demigods and that humans would kill to have a dragon live in their village. And while these stories are true for most of the continent, the lands you were born in long stopped being homes of dragons. Poverty, war and famine was blamed on them. The so-called Hunters were born out of the human necessity to annihilate anything that doesn’t fit their standards. The true blooded dragons left for better lands, while their half-blood offspring were left behind and persecuted.

You were such an offspring as well. Your father was a dragon while your mother was human. You were born on a stormy, cold night and abandoned the moment you took your first breath. Ever since then, you were pushed from one orphanage to the other, you were told to leave, you were chased away and you were hunted. 

There aren’t many people who deserve your help and yet you find yourself running through the dangerous forest just to help whoever was screeching. 

The people of the village are familiar to you. The person you find isn’t one of the villagers. A man, most definitely your age, is fighting a huge crab spider - huge beasts with the body of a spider and the claws of a crab.

You jump into the fight without thinking, shielding the man from the spider.

“Leave him alone!” you yell and spit fire. 

Well, you attempt to. You were never taught how, resulting in the flame to come out as a pathetic puff of ambers and smoke. 

The crab spider, unimpressed and agitated because you are denying it lunch, screeches and lifts its front legs to impale you with them.

“Careful!” The man yells and pushes you aside. He lifts his sword, angling it so the spider would thrust its torso onto his blade and kill itself this way.

The spider screeches and gurgles, sinking to the ground. Death took a hold of the beast. The man pulls his sword out and stares at his blood covered hands. They are green because crab spiders have a green, gooey blood instead of red.

“Woah, you killed it.” 

He looks at you confused until he realises what he did. His dark-brown eyes fill with guilt and his face is covered in green splatters of blood. 

“I killed it. What have I done?” he looks at his own hands, shaking slightly.

“Hey, I’m ___. Are you feeling alright?”

“___?”

“Yes, don’t frighten at my looks. I don’t want you any harm. I heard screaming and I wanted to help you. Are you travelling?”

“I, I am. I want to visit my uncle in the mountains. I killed this. This. This thing.”

“This thing is a crab spider and if you didn’t kill it, it would have made dinner of us both. Trust me, it’s one of those things which is actually a monster.”

“Actually a monster?”

“Yes, you know, not someone who is a person but still gets called a monster just because they look different.” 

He widens his eyes in confusion.

You laugh awkwardly. “Forgive me. You’re a stranger and I’m telling you my whole life story. Are you well? Do you need water or food before you continue?”

“You want to offer me food?”

“I do. It’s in my cave. Do you want some?”

“Yes. I mean, no. No, I couldn’t.”

“It’s alright. I can spare you something. Come, follow me.” 

The man gathers his belongings and horse and follows you.

“You even have a horse?” 

“Yes, Calla. She’s my best friend.” He flusters. “I must sound insane.”

“No, I understand you. My best friend is a tree in front of my cave. Now, that’s insane”, you joke and laugh.

The stranger laughs with you. It sounds sweet and his voice is clear. Something about him makes you trust him. He hasn’t commented on your golden eyes yet or the scales running down your neck, neither does he seem appalled by them. It is very rare that humans are like this. 

“Are you from here?” you ask.

“No, I’m from far away. My uncle offered me work in the mountains and I need to take it.”

“Has the war reached your village as well?”

“It already passed through.”

“I see. How tragic. I am deeply sorry to hear this. I hope you didn’t lose anyone.”

“I…” he seems to close up.

“Forgive me. I am prying again. We are here. Please feel welcome.”

The stranger scans his eyes over the cave.

“Yes, I know what you want to say. Why do I live in a cave deep in the forest? You see, the village doesn’t really like that I’m half dragon. It’s safer for me to live in hiding. You know, where Hunters can’t find me.”

“Hunters?” He gasps, “but…why would anyone want to hunt you?”

“Because I’m different.”

“I see. I am sorry to hear this. We don’t have these people where I’m from.”

“I figured. You didn’t scare or curse when you saw me.” you give him a friendly smile. “But please step in. I have root stew cooking on the fire. It isn’t the most culinary dish but it will give you strength.”

“Thank you. Truly, thank you”, he says, bowing deeply.

The stranger stays for the rest of the afternoon. You chat a lot with him. He asks about why dragons are hated in your land while you get to learn that he was a farmer before the war destroyed his fields. His uncle offered work in the mines and the stranger hopes to earn enough coin to one day return back home. His home, so you find out, lies south. Far, far away from where you currently are. His village once was wealthy because it exported rice to the royal distilleries. He told you that he slept when the soldiers fell in and that he remembers the night in a blur. 

And then it is night already and you offer him a place to sleep. The stranger falls asleep hugging a small rabbit toy to his chest. He told you that it once belonged to his sister. 

You only realise once he is already fast asleep, that he never told you his name. You plan to ask him in the morning.

Being shaken around wakes you a few hours later. You peel your eyes open and instantly feel wide awake. You aren’t in your cave anymore. This is the night sky. And you are currently on a horse cart. You sit up only to slam down again when ropes tug you back. 

“What?”

You look around panickedly. The ropes are around your wrists, keeping you tied to the bottom of the cart. Your legs are tied down as well. 

“What? No. What is happening?”

“You’re awake.”

You crane your neck. 

“You?”

The stranger sits by your head.

“Did they catch you too? Hey! He’s only human, let him go!”

The stranger laughs and unlike before, it sounds menacing. Only now, do you notice that his wrists are free of ropes and he seems to hold reigns. You meet his eyes. They are vast of emotion.

“My name’s Jungkook.”

Your heart stops. You know this name. Jungkook, the nefarious Hunter who takes up even the most dangerous of jobs. 

“You heard of me. Good thing I didn’t tell you my name. Unlike you. You know, for someone so scared of Hunters, you are stupidly trusting with strangers.”

“I don’t know who hired you, but please let me go. You got the wrong person. I-I’m never leaving my cave. I swear, I don’t hurt people.”

“Quiet. Your kind’s so fucking chatty”, he says and presses a cloak soaked with sleeping potion to your face.

You try to fight it, try to shake him off, stay conscious, but it is too strong. You fall into helplessness within seconds. 

Jungkook stuffs the cloth back into his vest pocket and clicks his tongue.

“Trot on, Calla. We still have a long way to go.”

The next time you return to consciousness, you seem to be at a tavern. The potion is making you droopy. It is as if you are standing beside yourself as you have to watch your body get dragged around. You might not show it, but you are currently having a panic attack. You can barely breathe. You are so scared. You don’t know where you are and you don’t feel your own body. You know that you are walking and that he tugs at your wrist ties. The sounds of the tavern reach your ears as if you were underwater. 

You are by the counter. The Hunter is talking. 

“Help me please”, you force your tongue to work, but you are so far gone that you forget whether you actually spoke while you are still speaking. Did you say it out loud? Are you hallucinating it? Why is nobody reacting?

“Help me, please.”

Did you say that? Why is nobody reacting? Why does nobody hear you? 

The innkeeper hands the Hunter a pair of keys.

“Help me. Please.”

The innkeeper makes eye contact with you and looks away. He heard you, but he doesn’t care. You get dragged away again. You can’t breathe, you are numb, your ears don’t work. You are scared. 

Upstairs he takes you. Stairs one by one. One by one. 

“Help me. Please”, you try to yell. Did you yell? You can’t remember. Why is your mouth not working? You are scared.

You sob. Your face is numb. You can’t feel the clothes on your skin. You are scared.

The hunter shoves you into the room. He talks to you. At least you think that he does.

“If you beg for help again, I am gagging you too. Do you hear me? Nobody is going to help you. Nobody would care even if you screamed.”

He closes the distance and pulls out the cloth again.

“Please no, please no more” you beg and try to flee. 

He chases you easily because your limbs barely work.

“Please I can’t feel my own body. Please stop.” 

“Shut the fuck up.” 

He grabs the back of your head and presses the cloth to your face.

“Please no more.”

You try to stay awake. You try to fight it. But you can’t. You fall unconscious. The last thought you have is, please whatever he is going to do to your helpless body don’t let it hurt too much once you wake up again.

It must be morning. Someone stubs you with their foot repeatedly. You wake from it. Your head is still fuzzy. Your senses are blurred. 

The Hunter exhales as he squats down. You want to move away but you can’t. It is as if the sleeping potion left you paralyzed. Or perhaps it is fear. 

This wasn’t a nightmare. This is real.

“You’re awake. Good.”

You try to speak, but it is as if your tongue never learned how to form words. Somehow he seems to understand you nonetheless.

“Disgusting. As if I would want to touch you. I left you rotting on the floor, that’s what I did.”

His word are mean, but somehow you feel relieved. He didn’t take advantage. He didn’t hurt you. 

“Now get up, I’m not in the mood to wait any longer”, he says and drags you to your feet harshly. 

He needs to support you, but he does so with little tenderness. He shoves and pushes you, hurting the spots his fingers touch because he uses his strength for it. 

“Please let me go”, you beg, tongue slow and heavy.

“Can’t do. Won’t do.”

“I didn’t do anything bad. Please.” 

“Of course someone like you would say that.”

The innkeeper exchanges the room keys with a bag of breakfast for the hunter. He doesn’t pay you any mind. And so you are fated to leave the tavern, knowing that you are truly alone. Nobody wants to help you. Nobody would care if you rotted away. 

He shoves you up on the cart and you fall with a sob. You stay down, having no strength to fight him off when he ties down your legs again. 

“Please let me go, please.”

“Shut up”, he snarls and tightens the rope around your wrists. 

He ignores your sobs and climbs the cart. With a click of his tongue, the journey continues.

Your body hurts. Not being able to move whilst lying on a hard wooden cart as a horse drags it over uneven terrain really hurts. The spots where the rope lies are already sore. The drugs wore off a little. You feel dizzy and sick to the stomach. 

“Please can I have water?”

He ignores you.

“I don’t feel so good, please can I have water?”

He ignores you.

“Please?” you whimper. 

The Hunter sighs in exasperation and takes out his bottle of water. He opens it with his teeth. Next a cloth. This isn’t water.

“No, please. Please, it doesn’t feel good, please don’t do this to me.”

It is useless to beg. Or fight. He presses the potion soaked cloth to your face and drugs you once again. At least like this, your body doesn’t hurt anymore, you think  before you fall into helplessness.

You should be used to it, but you aren’t. It is so frightened to be aware of how helpless you are. And it is painfully scary to know that nobody actually notices how scared you are because you are too drugged to actually have control over your own expressions. Not that anyone at the new tavern would care. You don’t dare to beg for help. It is useless after all. The innkeeperer doesn’t want to notice you. 

“Good work you’re doing”, he comments on the Hunter’s deeds, giving you a fleeting look of disgust.

“I can’t wait to have it delivered. It’s so noisy.”

“It seems silenced right now.”

“Thank the gods.”

You become nothing again after the fleeting moment of attention. You become cargo that gets dragged to the Hunter’s room. You have to stop to watch him talk to one of the waitresses. They touch each other instantly, making seductive eyes at each other. She nods her head and leaves with a sultry look. He ignores your eyes on him and continues to drag you to his room. 

He shoves you inside and closes the door. He tells you to sit in the corner then walks to the table to take off his swords and daggers.

He already shed himself of his armour when the waitress knocks on his door. He hurries to it and talks to her. In the end, she gives him food and leaves after asking for a kiss. Which he gives her with a touch to her behind. She seems more than delighted.

“Later, sweetheart. Can I count on you?”

“Anything you want, good Sir.”

They chuckle and purr, stealing kisses as he closes the door more and more.

Click.

He actually locks the door. His smirk drops, his face freezes in a mask of emotionless apathy. His eyes flit to you. They are dark and filled with hatred. 

You cower away, body trembling. Not only from fear but also from the drugs. It feels so bad to be in this state. If you weren’t so numb, you would constantly cry. 

He closes in on you. Like prey, you wish to magically merge with the wall and therefore escape him. But to no avail. He reaches your side without problems. 

“Please no more.”

He squats down and puts a bowl of food down. He pushes it to you and throws a piece of bread next to it. Water in a cup sits beside it. 

“That’s for staying quiet”, he says darkly and stands back up to remove himself from your personal space. 

He sits down by the table and begins eating, keeping his eyes on you at all times. 

Quite frankly, you are so hungry that you have zero survival instincts. You don’t think about possible poison, you think about how much your stomach hurts and that you want it to stop. You begin gulping the water messily and eating the food with your bare hands, dirtying yourself because it is still very difficult for your limbs to work.

“Tch, disgusting”, he hisses and looks away, “gonna lose my appetite.”

He leaves you after dinner, keeping you tied to the fireplace and locking the door. The food and water helped you sober up, but it didn’t help you feel better. Now that you are clearer in the head, your state is so obvious to you. Your stench, your dirty skin, your food smeared hands, the tears crusted around your eyes. You can feel every bruise the days gave you and there is an unbearably dull pain in your head.

“Why did I decide to help?” you choke out and sink into yourself to cry into your own knees miserably. You hug them just like you did ever since you can think. When the other children at the orphanage were mean to you, when the nuns hit you because you were a dragon, when you missed your parents and when you were an outcast no matter where you went. Hugging your own knees has been the only comfort you have ever known. And it is a cold, lonely comfort. One which makes you crave true comfort afterwards. One which mocks you for your loneliness.

“By the gods, you’re crying again.”

You tense up, instinctively pressing yourself against the wall. You lift your head because you are too scared when you aren’t looking at him.

The Hunter seems to have left to wash up. His clothes are new and his hair and skin are clean. He even smells good. And he carries a clay bowl and pitcher. 

“Wash up. You look revolting and it’s making me sick”, he says, setting the things down in front of you. 

“Can I please have my wrists free for it?”

“No.”

“They hurt so much.”

“Too bad.”

“The room is locked, I can’t run. Please.”

The Hunter sighs in annoyance and picks up his sword and a dagger. He closes in on you. You try to melt with the wall again, whimpering in fear when he grabs your wrists. 

Slice. 

Your hands fall to the ground by your sides. The pain instantly stops. You open your eyes again. 

The Hunter towers over you, pointing his sword at you and watching you like a hawk. 

“Go on. Wash yourself.” 

It feels humiliating to be watched during such an intimate act. Even if you only wash your face and hands, it feels invading and embarrassing. 

The water hurts on your wrists. You sob quietly, trying to soothe yourself with gentle touches.

“Why are you doing this to me?” you press out. You lift your head, meeting his eyes. “I haven’t done anything to you. I, I helped you and gave you food and a place to sleep. Why are you hurting me?”

The Hunter puts his sword against your throat, “it’s nothing personal. I’m merely paid to capture you.”

“Why? Who would want me?”

“The king.”

King Foltest. The first of his name. Maidenless and naturally heirless. He reached his fiftieth year not long ago, but people who saw his face say that he doesn’t look his age. It’s never meant as a compliment. 

His great-great-grandfather is the reason why dragons became hated in your land. The legends go that he was rejected by a dragon woman and he felt so insulted in his fragile masculinity that he declared dragons to be the national enemies. Each new king only made the hatred fester and grow until it became an incurable tumour in the people’s rotten hearts. The legends are forgotten in the humans’ minds. They blindly follow what everyone does without stopping to think for themselves. And dragons have to pay the price.

You never saw the king, but you know of him and his sick experiments. You know what he does to dragon offspring because he believes that it will give him eternal youth. 

If the king hired a Hunter, it means that he is desperate. Very desperate. And it makes you so scared that it genuinely scares you how much fear you can actually experience.

“I’m going to die”, you choke out and sob.

“Naturally. I’m just sad that I won’t be the one to do it.”

“You’re a monster!”

“The call comes from inside the house, beast”, he spits.

“I helped you! I was kind to you! Why can’t you see that I’m not a monster?!” 

He sighs in annoyance and bends down to press the cloth onto your face without warning.

“Shut up, you noisy fuck.”

You grasp his wrists and try to drag him off, but to no avail. The potion is too strong. Once again, you fall into drugged helplessness.

The days pass like this. Captured and drugged you get dragged from one tavern to the next. You lost orientation long ago. Everything stopped hurting because the pain is everywhere and numbs itself. 

Nobody stops to help. They don’t care. Nobody cares.

The moments you are not under the influence, you are too weak to think of fleeing. Breathing became manual. It isn’t easier to bear your state. 

The Hunter left you in his room again, tied to the foot of the bed. He fed you before he left. The food tasted like nothing because the fumes burned your mucosa. You can’t smell or taste a lot these days. 

A woman brought the food and asked him to take a bath together. He didn’t deny her. He has been gone for quite a while. Two lines on the candle to be exact. One half of an hour. 

You don’t cry anymore these days. You exist in a state of complete numbness while you stand beside yourself and mourn for yourself. You don’t want to be numb. You want to have control over yourself again. 

Another line disappears slowly as the flame devours the wax. You watch it happening with sore, bloodshot eyes. Your lids are so heavy.

If only you knew how to breathe fire like real dragons do. You wouldn’t have to worry about anything. You could be free. If only your father loved you enough to stay and teach you. If only.

The door opens. The Hunter enters the room. He locks the door behind him. Just like every night, he brings you a bowl of water and a rag to clear yourself with. Unlike the first night, he doesn’t hold a sword to your throat as you do it. 

For the first time, he actually keeps his distance. He sits down on a chair with a loud sigh, stretching his legs out. He seems exhausted and as if the woman gave him everything he wanted. 

“How much does the king pay you?”

“Enough that I can buy a nice, big sun bed for myself”, he says and rolls his head back, “I will enjoy the sunlight on my face, knowing that I was the one to bring another one of your kind to justice.”

“This isn’t justice, this is-”

He lifts the cloth and takes out the potion. 

“What was that?” 

“Nothing.”

“That’s what I thought. Wash up and keep your mouth shut.”

“What did the king tell you that convinced you to hunt me?”

“I told you to keep your mouth shut!” 

“And I want to know why I deserve this treatment.” 

The Hunter stands up and closes the distance. He grabs the back of your head and presses the cloth to your face. You fight him even though it is useless. Once again, you are drugged against your will.

Something is wrong. Which may seem peculiar to say because everything has been wrong for weeks, but this feels different. Your stomach hurts so much that you refuse to uncurl yourself when the Hunter tries to wake you the next day.

“Stand up.”

He has been trying for some time. 

“Stand up, you lazy fuck.” 

You keep sobbing in pain, hugging your knees as you lie writhing on your side. 

“Stand the fuck up”, he spits and grabs your arm harshly to tug you up. 

You scream. He drops your arm again and takes a step back.

“What the fuck’s wrong with you?” 

You give him your answer by vomiting violently. He snarls in disgust, covering his nose and mouth.

“It hurts, please make it stop”, you beg, coughing up black pile. 

“The gods give me strength”, he murmurs before he squats down to pick you up. 

You sob and wail in pain. You barely take in what is happening. It hurts so much.

The Hunter carries you downstairs and outside to his cart. He doesn’t tie you down. Nor does he drug you. He simply climbs on the cart.

“What’s with the beast? It ain’t looking good”, the innkeeper asks after following the Hunter outside.

“Possible overdose. I have to confirm with a healer. Tell me where to find one.”

The innkeeper scrunches his nose in distaste, ogling you.

“Why’d you wanna save it? Just hit it with a shovel till it stops writhing. Is what I did with my last one. T’was a goblin. Good worker it was, til’ it caught the fever.” 

“I prefer to keep my swords clean until necessary. The healer. Where can I find them?”

“You sure you don’t want me to hit it?”

“Tell me where I can find this bloody healer before I paint the ground with your entrails, you old fuck!” 

“Alright, alright. North of here. He lives in a hut in the forest”, the innkeeper says, lifting his dirty hands in defeat, “fuckin’ bastard”, he adds under his breath, eyeing the Hunter darkly.

The latter is unimpressed. He clicks his tongue and shakes the reigns. The cart begins moving, taking you to this supposed healer.

“Don’t die on me. You hear me?” the Hunter says. His voice is far, far away. Everything is far away. There is a light so close by. You can hear your mother singing.

The Hunter tells his horse to go faster, keeping two fingers on your pulse point.

“Yes, it’s experiencing an overdose.”

The healer tied you down on the table. It hurts so much because laying horizontal on your back brings all the pain to the surface. They had to hold you down together. He muffled you with a stick. You already clawed your nails raw from trying to fight yourself free.  

“Fuck. Can you help her? I can’t have her die yet. She’s merchandise.”

“I can give it something that should stop the symptoms, but you will need to stop administering it the potion.”

“Well, that’s…fuck, alright. Anything else?”

“It will need to drink milk tears tea for seven days.”

“Milk tears. The flower? Where can I find it?”

“In these woods? Nowhere. A herbalist lives in Fisstech not far from here. She should have what you need.”

“I understand. What a bother. This will add another two days of travel to the journey.”

The healer removes the stick and pries your mouth open. He doesn’t look at you as he does it, looking at the Hunter as if he wasn’t currently handling another person that needs attention.

“Where are you headed? If I may ask.”

“You may not. Do what I pay you for.”

“I am”, he says and pours a bitter liquid down your throat. You gurgle and writhe, trying your hardest not to choke on it. You feel it filling your stomach. It is hot and burns. 

The healer licks his lips, running his eyes down your body.

“I have to ask”, he begins, “any chance that if I treated it free of charge, I get ten minutes alone with it?”

You whimper, begging them to please spare you. You are in pain, tied up and helpless. Please don’t let it get worse. Please.

“Just for this question, you are going to treat her free of charge because it means that I’m letting you live, you perverted fuck.”

“This wasn’t-”

“Are we clear?”

“Yes. Sir.” The healer steps back. “I did what was needed. It should feel fine by sundown.”

“Good.” 

The hunter rips the ties from the table and slides his arms under you to pick you up. He kicks the door open on his way outside, leaving it open. 

He sets you down on the back of the cart, climbs on top and tells his horse to keep walking. 

You instantly roll to your side and curl into yourself. Whatever the healer gave you really burns, warming you from the inside out. In a way, it is almost comforting.

“You’re going to be alright. Hear me? You can’t die on me.”

It is the last thing you hear before you sink into a deep sleep.

The cart stopped moving. There are people talking all around you. Dogs bark in the distance. Orange light soaks through your eyelids. 

You peel them open one by one. The sky is red. The sun is setting. You can feel her last desperate attempt of producing warmth on your skin. A breeze tickles your face and grazes the tips of your fingers. You are on your back and it doesn’t hurt. You can breathe. Your head doesn’t pound. 

It worked.

The burning stuff worked. 

You sit up and to your delight, it is possible. The cart where normally the Hunter sits, is empty. To your right a two story building steals the last rays of sun. The exposed wooden frame is tinted a dark brown and the clay walls are painted white. Climbing plants crawl along said walls. A sweet floral scent meets your nose. 

You inhale it greedily. It worked. You feel good again. Yes, the hunger still gnaws at your stomach and your limbs still ache but you finally feel like yourself again. Which means that your head was clear. 

You have to flee. 

A wooden shop sign tangles over the door of the building to your right. It shows the symbol of a herbalist. 

The Hunter must be inside, buying you white tears tea. This is your only chance to escape. 

There is one problem however. The Hunter tied you down on the cart. Not on your back like before, but your limbs were still held captive and there is nothing you could use to your advantage.

The only weapon you have is your mouth and foolish hope that somebody will actually listen. 

Strangers – all humans – hurry past the cart constantly. You turn to them, beg them to help you. Some increase their steps, not giving you a look. Some stop, only to leave when they see your eyes and scales. Most pass you as if you were invisible and silenced. Your presence and situation don’t change their days. 

“Please, I beg you help me.”

“Please, help me please.”

“All I need is a moment of your time, please Sir.”

“My lady, please spare me, please.”

Nobody hears you or wants to hear you. Time is running out. 

“Please” you whimper, chest aching.

“What’s wrong with you?” a small, peeping voice asks.

You crane your body as best as possible to see the owner of it. Just below the edge of the cart, a little human girl looks up at you. She can’t be more than six years old and her eyes aren’t tainted by the hatred of adults yet.

“Hello”, you greet her, trying not to scare her away by speaking softly.

“Hello. Why are people ignoring you?”

“Because I look different than them.”

“Is it bad?”

“No, but they think it is.”

“Is that why you’re up there?”

“Yes, a bad man tied me up. Can you help me escape? If I stay with him any longer, I will get hurt.”

“My papa is a bad man too. He hurts mama and makes her cry.”

Your heart aches.

“She sends me away when he comes home. Is the bad man like papa too?”

“Yes, he is. Do you want to help me escape?”

She nods her head.

“Yes? That is great to hear. Can you climb up here and then open these knots?”

She waddles to the end of the cart and climbs it with lots of effort. She grunts and huffs air, face scrunched in exhaustion and determination. Once up, she waddles to you and plops down.

“Mama says that I have fast hands and that I learn good.”

“Yes? I am sure that you do. You seem very intelligent.”

“Yes, mama says that too”, she says proudly as her tiny, little fingers fumble with the knot. 

It doesn’t budge, no matter how much she tries. It doesn’t take long for her to get frustrated. Her lower lip trembles, tears begin to well up in her eyes.

“It’s alright, look at me. Look.” 

She meets your eyes, one second away from wailing.

“Let’s try something else. It’s going to be fun”, you tell her with a kind smile, hoping that it is enough to distract her.

She nods her head, sniffling.

“Do you see that knife over there by the table?”

She follows your line of sight. The butcher seems to have left it outside for the day.

“Yes, I see it.”

“Why don’t you get it and then we cut the ropes together, yes?”

She stands up and waddles to the end of the cart. She climbs down with lots of effort and waddles to the table. The knife is so big that she has to carry it in two hands. 

“Come on, come on, come on”, you mumble to yourself, fidgeting nervously. Time is passing really fast. Way too fast. 

She lifts the knife on the cart with a grunt then follows as well.

“Here we go, you’re doing so well.” 

She picks up the knife again and waddles to you.

“Do my hands first. Yes?”

“Yes, alright.” She begins cutting. Her little fingers barely close around the handle. 

“You’re very good with a knife already. Does your mama allow you to help in the kitchen?”

“Yes, she lets me help with the potatoes.”

“Potatoes are very delicious.”

“Yes, I like them too. Papa doesn’t like them. He likes meat, but mama doesn’t have enough coin for meat. He gets angry because of it and hurts her.”

You feel so angry. This sweet little girl and her poor mother.

“I am sorry to hear this.”

The rope rips.

“Yes! Good job, you did it. Now give me the knife, quick.”

She hands it to you and watches as you cut your legs free. 

“Yes! Yes, I did it”, you murmur and react within seconds. You swing yourself off the side of the cart and strap the knife into your belt. Then you open your arms. “Come on, jump.”

The little girl stands up and jumps into your arms. Once you have a good grip on her, you turn to run. You run as fast as you can.

The girl squeals and presses herself against you.

“Where is your house?”

“The river. It’s green. Let me down”, the girl cries, scared because of your running. 

People are starting to look angry. A dragonborn with a human – crying – child in her arms is definitely worthy of attention. 

“Shit.”

You dodge into a narrow alleyway and stop for just a second to set the girl down. 

She looks at you scared and frightened.

“I am sorry for running but I had to get away fast. Are you alright?”

She whips around and runs off crying. 

“Great. What a way to treat children”, you mumble and huff out air. You allow yourself to wallow in the embarrassment for one second and then force yourself to keep going. 

Fisstech. That’s where you are. You don’t know where exactly on the maps it is, but you know that the place he took you from lies east. The sun is setting behind you, which means that you are going the correct way. 

Good. Run. Run. Run. Run. Run as fast as you can. Run. This is your only chance. Run.

You dodge people, ignore their insults and complaints. You jump over chickens and small dogs, run through fenced yards and climb knee high obstacles. You can’t slow down. You can’t let anything or anyone stop you. This is your only chance. 

Run.

Run. Run. Run. 

You reach the river. A bridge not far from your left gives way to the other side. You take the road to it. 

Run. Run. 

Stop. 

The green house. A scene of violence plays out in front of it. 

A man, a sorry sight to look at, has the little girl pinned to the ground with his foot, yelling at her about running off unsupervised.

She is silent and frozen. 

In his spindly grasp, the mother’s throat lies. She is sobbing for both her daughter and herself.

“Leave her be! She is just a child! She is just a child!” 

“And she will learn to obey her father!”

He lifts his boot to ready himself for a kick to his daugther’s back. He will definitely break it, leave her crippled and paralyzed for the rest of her life. 

“Please!” the mother wails. 

“Mama!”

The man lowers his foot, but the impact never comes. He gurgles and coughs blood as a result of you ramming the butcher knife into his back. His body sinks to the ground. 

He wriggles pathetically and draws his last mortal breath.

The abuser is dead.

The mother screams in terror, jumping to her daughter instinctively to shield her from possible attacks. 

“Spare my daughter! Please I beg you, spare her! Take me instead of her!”

“I won’t hurt you, I promise”, you say and offer her your hand to take. 

She accepts it.

“He is not going to hurt you or your daughter anymore. He is gone.” 

“I thank-” she lifts her head and screams with terror so grand that it shakes you as well. Not even watching her husband die made her scream as horridly as the view of you does.

“Stay away! Stay away, you beast!” she screams and kicks, shielding her daughter from you.

“I am not going to hurt you.”

“Help us! Help! It killed him! It killed my Edmund!”

People turn and look.

“He was going to hurt the child.”

“The dragon scum killed my husband! And now she is going to steal my Edwina from me!”

“I was just trying to help! I swear!”

You are met with faces of hatred and murderous lust. And then you see him. The Hunter. Because you decided to help, he managed to catch up. He is fighting his way through the crowd. 

You drop the knife and turn to run. The bridge isn’t far anymore. Run! Run! Bloody run!

“Somebody stop her!”

Run! Run! Run!

“Stop her!”

People dodge you in confusion. Fate must be on your side.

“Stop her!” 

Run! 

A stranger sticks his leg out. You miss it and trip. Your fall is violent, leaving you disoriented afterwards.

Hands grab you moments later and drag you to your feet. Your eyes glance at the person who betrayed you. He doesn’t even look at you, continuing his way.

“What the fuck do you think you are doing?” the Hunter spits and grabs you by the nape of your neck painfully. 

“A-ah”, you whimper, stumbling as he pushes you back to the cart. You can’t cry yet. You are still too angry at yourself to grief. Why did you decide to help? Again. Why did you fucking help? 

The mop tries to stop him.

“The beast needs to hang, it killed one of us.”

“Give it to us and you won’t get any trouble from us.”

“Burn the bitch, burn her!”

The Hunter pulls you into his side, keeping you in a headlock. You fight him as best as possible, knowing that it was useless because even if you escaped, there are a hundred people ready to kill you.

“Give us the beast, give us.” 

“The beast is promised to the king. Shall I tell him that the people of Fisstech decided to take precious merchandise from him?”

The mop dissolves. They crawl away, bowing and hunching.

“Long live the king.”

“May the gods be with him.”

“May he live long and prosper.”

The Hunter continues, only to stop once again when the little girl tugs at his pants. She looks up at him and you, while her mother tries to pry her away.

“Don’t hurt my friend. She made papa go away. Now mama won’t have to cry anymore. Please don’t hurt my friend.”

“What?”

“You’re a bad man. Like papa. Don’t hurt my friend anymore.”

The Hunter genuinely looks baffled. In a sense he almost looks as if he has emotions and he currently feels deeply upset that a little girl thinks him to be a bad man.

“Edwina, get away from them”, her mother hisses and manages to drag her against her chest. 

The little girl looks at you one last time before she gets nuzzled into her mother’s chest. 

The Hunter blinks in confusion, shakes his head and recovers. He grabs your neck and pushes you.

“Walk.”

The tears finally start. Knowing that for just a fleeting moment in your lonely life you had a friend who was willing to stand up for you means everything to you. For just one breath, you had someone who saw you and decided that you were worth standing up for.

The comfort of the moment isn’t of long avail. He throws you onto the cart and pushes you down with such strength that you knock your head on the wood.

“Stay down”, he spits, “I spent two hours in this cursed herbalist for you. Two hours of my life wasted because I am trying to nurse you back to health and this is how you repay me?”

“You wouldn’t need to heal me, if you didn’t drug me.”

You fight him as best as you can, kicking and hitting around yourself. 

“Keep. Still.” He twists your arms to your back painfully, instantly rendering you useless. It hurts so much.

“You’re hurting me, please stop.”

“You should have thought about this before you decided to run away. You think you have seen awful? I have been nice up until this point, but this is going to change.” 

He flips you to your back, ignoring your groans of discomfort as the position squishes your tied up arms painfully.

“And you are fucking stupid too. You had freedom and yet you stopped to kill an innocent man. You dragon scum are all the same violent fools.”

“He wasn’t innocent! He hurt his family. If I didn’t kill him, he would have broken the little girl’s spine. I stopped because an innocent girl needed help! He was the monster, not me!”

The Hunter falters. For just a second. Until he catches himself again and finishes the knot around your legs. 

He pulls out a cloth next.

“No, please. Please don’t do this again. It feels awful to be drugged, please don’t hurt me.”

“Don’t think that I wouldn’t want to silence you again this way, but if I damaged you, the king wouldn’t pay me.”

“Please just let me go, please. All I want is to live! Please, I want to live!”

“Shut up”, the Hunter hisses and stuffs the cloth into your mouth. He ties another around your lower face, keeping you gagged like this.

He meets your teary eyes. Fear, sadness and a flicker of hope look back at him. And for just a second, he thinks to himself how terribly human your eyes actually looked. 

He bites his tongue and forces himself to look away. What a stupid thing to think. Dragonborns are monsters, there is nothing human about them.

He climbs to the front of the cart and takes the reins. With a click of his tongue, the horse trots on.

The sun has set when you reach the next village. The people followed the cart with their eyes as it passed them. They looked curious about the Hunter but hateful against you. Except for a group of three men who seemed interested in you. Way too interested. They thankfully disappear into the crowd as quickly as they appeared.

The tavern is at the east end of the village. A dwarf of impressive stature welcomes you and the Hunter. 

“Good Hunter, welcome. I see that your journey has been successful”, she says and looks at you. Her brows knit together. “A person?” 

You cling onto this word like an addict clings to their drug. A person. You are a person in her eyes. You crawl to the edge of the cart, begging her for help with grunts and mewls. 

The dwarf looks at the Hunter grimly. She crosses her arms in front of her chest.

“Why is there a person tied up and gagged on your cart?” 

The Hunter jumps off the cart and begins loosening the ties on his horse. 

“It’s not a person, it’s a dragonborn and it killed a person.”

“She seems like a person to me.” 

“Didn’t you hear me? Person or not, it killed someone”, he hisses, “now make yourself useful and get a room ready”, he spits and throws her a bag of gold coins.

The dwarf opens it. Her eyes widen. She closes it and lets it disappear in the front of her dress.

“Very well, good Sir. The finest rooms for you and your prisoner.”

“She, it, sleeps in the stables.”

“As you wish, good Sir”, she says and hurries inside. 

You sink into yourself in heartbreak. Greed took her from you. Coin was more important to her than you.

The Hunter returns after guiding his horse to one of the empty stables. He meets your eyes.

“Go on. Jump off.”

You follow with a wobble because your arms are tied. He waits for you by the end of the cart to make sure that you don’t run.

“Walk.”

He pushes you to the stable where his horse stands.

“Sit.”

He pushes you down against your will. You fall rather violently, grunting in discomfort. You glare at him as he kneels down and begins tying your hands to the stable pole.

“Glare all you want. You brought this on yourself.”

He really tightens the knot then finally meets your eyes. Hatred at first. Time passes. Doubt. Just a flicker of it. Yet it seems strong enough that it forces his hands to reach for your gag and pull it down.

You instantly cough out the ball of cloth, groaning in discomfort. The corners of your lips are so sore and your mouth feels like sand.

“Water, please.”

“You lost your water privileges when you ran away.”

“Please”, you choke out with sad, broken eyes.

There it is again. That humanity. The Hunter doesn’t know how to handle it because normally dragonborns don’t get a chance to look into his eyes. Or talk to him. He kills them before they can. You are the first he actually has to spend time with. 

“Please.” 

The words of the little girl suddenly come back to haunt him. He is a bad man. He is a bad, bad man. He can see her little, angry face as the words repeat themselves. 

Heart heavy with sudden guilt, he gives in. He pulls his waterskin free and opens it. You meet it in the middle greedily, opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out. You close it around the opening almost sloppily and begin sucking on it vigorously. The Hunter bites down his own disgust at the fact that a dragonborn has his waterskin in her, its, mouth. He might need to buy a new one.

You actually drink it dry, falling back in relief afterwards. Your eyes close, you gasp for air as the feeling of hydration runs through your veins.

“Thank you”, you whisper, rolling your head to the side.

The Hunter grinds his teeth. He can’t look away. His head hurts because his brain can’t comprehend what is happening before his eyes. 

A question plagues him. It is unbearable. He needs to ask it.

“What did you mean with he wasn’t innocent?”

“What?” you open your eyes.

The Hunter can’t bear that you initiate connection and yet he can’t look away.

“You said that you killed him because he hurt his family. How would you know?”

“The girl helped me escape. You know how children are, they talk without thinking. She told me that her father hurts her mother.” 

“Children don’t understand adult relationships yet. Maybe she saw them fuck and thought it to be violence.”

“I watched a grown man pin a little girl down on the ground with his foot and choke his crying wife. I watched him lift his boot to kick the fragile, small back of a child while her mother begged him not to. I was part of the scene of violence. I was there! I have never killed anyone before!”

“He was your first kill?” 

“Yes! And I would do it again if it meant that he can’t hurt people anymore!”

The Hunter has nothing to say to that. He looks to the side. You get the feeling that you won. 

“I’ll bring you the tea later. Perhaps I will bring you food scraps as well”, he says and turns, leaving you tied up and helpless in the stable. 

You wait for a while to make certain that he is truly gone. Once you are assured that it will take a while for him to come back, you begin your escape. 

He sees this as a punishment, you see it as your only chance. You are alone and unguarded. This is the perfect opportunity. 

There are no tools or sharp objects around you, so you will have to use your strength. It is currently barely existent because you are so hungry, but it will have to make do. You tug on the rope with what little strength you have. It doesn’t budge.

New plan. 

You grab the rope on two parts and tense it. You rub the tensed part against the corner of the pole, hoping that you will weaken it this way and it can rip easier.

It seems to work. Slowly, but surely small particles of the rope fall off.

“That’s it. That’s it. Come on.”

You have already worked up quite a sweat and made progress on the rope when his horse begins to snort repeatedly. 

“Hush, don’t betray me.”

His horse shifts from one foot to the other nervously, snorting louder. You look up at it, hands still working hard.

“What’s the matter, Calla?” 

The horse neighs softly, nodding her head up and down quickly. She seems anxious. 

You look to your other side and freeze. The three men of the crowd. They found you.

“Would you look at that? We actually found the beast”, the first says, ogling you hungrily.

“Looks like it’s tied up”, the seconds says, licking his lips.

“That’s good. Means we don’t have to hold it down”, the third says.

“Please don’t hurt me”, you beg, trembling in fear. You try so, so hard to rip the rope but it is fruitless. You cannot escape. You are alone and it will end in pain.

“Who’s going first?” 

“I want. You went first with the last one.”

“You always go first. I wanna go first tonight.”

“Fine, you go first.” 

The third inches closer.

“Help! Somebody help!” you scream, knowing that you won’t get help. You never do. You are alone.

“It’s noisy.”

“Yeah, I like it. Makes it more fun.”

The third pulls his pants down and kneels. He grabs your ankles and pulls. You fall to your back, getting dragged over the dirt. 

The Hunter’s horse neighs loudly, kicking its legs. It is too far away to hit the man.

“Ah! No! Please stop! Stop! Please stop!”

“Fucking dragon whore, I’ll show ya what it means to scream.” 

He is touching himself. You don’t want to look but still do. It looks so….dangerous.

“Help! Please help! Help!” 

Another tug. He tries to pull your dress up, you fight him as best as possible, giving him a hard time. All while you are still trying to tear the rope.

“Stop! No! Stop! Don’t touch me! Stop!”

“Quit kicking, you ugly beast”, he spits and slides his hand inside your dress.

“No!”

Shattering of a jug. Singing of metal. Two wet slices followed by two heavy thumps. Next a sword appears through the sternum of your attacker. His blood and insides spill all over your face.

You scream in horror. 

The attacker gasps for air, convulses, dies. The sword disappears and the corpse gets thrown back. 

You…are saved. Somebody saved you.

You finally look up at them.

“You?” 

The Hunter kneels down and puts your face between his hands. He wipes the blood from your skin, helping you sit up this way.

“Are you alright? Did they touch you? Was I too late?” 

“N-no. They wanted to start, they- Oh go-gods, oh”, you stutter, trembling and looking around aimlessly. 

He gives your eyes focus by holding your face a little tighter.

“They’re dead. They can’t hurt you anymore, I promise.”

You meet his eyes because his behaviour confuses you. His face is covered in blood and his brows are furrowed deeply and yet deep down he seems genuinely worried.

“Th-they want-wanted, wanted-”

“They can’t anymore. Calm down now, you’re safe”, he says and opens the knot around the post. “Can you stand up?”

“Yes, I think.”

“Good. Come on”, he says, helping you to your feet. He even does the unbelievable thing of fixing your skirt. 

You let him because you are too shaken to register it. He slaughtered them. Two of them lost their heads, the third lies in the farthest corner of the stables after being thrown. They are truly dead. They wanted to hurt you and he saved you.

“There we go, all proper”, he says and holds you by the rope between your wrists, “let’s go, we need to leave. Help me with Calla.”

“Where are we going?”

“The next town. People are going to find the bodies soon. We will drive all night.”

Jungkook prepares the horse cart and for some inexplicable reason, you help him willingly.

[fancycollectormoon]

My 7 🫠

3 years since...🥹

[fancycollectormoon]

GIRRRRRLLLL WTF!!!!

I almost fell of my chair

W are getting a WHOLE NEW SERIE!!!!!!

OMG OMG OMG

The Hunted | JJK x f.Reader

“The lands you were born in long stopped being homes of dragons. Once seen as gods until the humans turned on them. Poverty, war and famine is blamed on them, hatred and prejudices are thrown at them. The so-called Hunters were born out of the human necessity to annihilate anything which doesn’t fit their standards. The true blooded dragons left for better lands, while their half-blood offspring was left behind and persecuted. You were such an offspring. Born on a stormy, cold night, you were abandoned the moment you took your first breath. Jungkook was a Hunter hellbent on claiming your last breath. Unless, funny little destiny plays into his cards.”

Pairing: Monster Hunter!Jungkook x f. Dragonborn!Reader

Genre: Fantasy!AU, e2l!AU, Dark Romance, Angst, Hurt & Comfort, Smut, Fluff in later chapters

Disclaimer: This story contains fantasy racism (humans vs. dragons), very strong language and violence as well as heavy themes of non-con drugging and talks about death in childbirth. It also includes themes of loss & abandonment as well as mentions of violent sex crimes (not by Jungkook). The author does not endorse these actions. On a lighter note, it also includes consensual & very descriptive sexual scenes as well as genuine character development and soft fluff scenes as the story progresses. If you are sensitive to such topics, I advise you read with care. This is a work of fiction and does not correlate with any real-life people.

Wordcount: in progress | updated weekly on Wednesday 5pm CET

#01 - Long Roads

#02 - Coin, Kings & History

#03 - A Question Answered

#04 - A Small Patch of Home

#05 - The Wandering Market

#06 - Run, Little Dragon, Run

#07 - It Means Nothing, It Doesn’t.

#08 - So History Doesn‘t Repeat Itself

#09 - Bounty

[fancycollectormoon]

He's back

oh my gosh he’s so gorgeous (cr. @taee)

[fancycollectormoon]

I'm still here... 🫦 (cr. 0613data)

[fancycollectormoon]

My SA!YoonKook

I want them to be happy forever 🥹

also reading about laughing Jungkook reminded me about that one RunBTS episode when Hobi was holding him and he was laughing with all his cuteness.

Boyfriends? | JJK x MYG

“Yoongi doesn’t do labels, while Jungkook loves labels. So one night, he asks Yoongi ‘what are we?’, hoping that the last four years together weren’t just casual for him.”

Pairing: Vampire!Yoongi x Vampire!Jungkook

Genre: established relationship!AU, Fluff, Slice of Life, slight suggestive themes

Warnings: just some anxious thoughts, this is a post sex cuddles scene, Koo being a little brat, Yoongi being a fond brat tamer, he tickles him hehe, snuggles & kisses, also! mention of blood drinking as part of his training to become a good vampire <3

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction based on an alternative fictional universe and does not correlate with any real life people. I do not support the shipping of the actual members.

Wordcount: 1.7k

a/n: i love sanguis!yoonkook so much :( omfg this hurt me because i just love them so much and my heart exploded :( istfg this break was so good for me, i have so many new ideas already heheh i can't wait to bring a very lore-y multi chaptered fic very soon hoohoh <3 but for now enjoy this lil yoonkoo fluff <3 also! whenever i write something for them just know that i am channeling hyyh!yoonkook 💔

Yoongi doesn’t define his sexuality. Neither his romantic attraction. He thinks that it is a rather stupid thing to do. He never truly understood the appeal of it nor felt it necessary to do.

“Why should I put a label on myself just so other people are satisfied?”

Because that is what it is for him. Satisfaction of other people. He should put himself into a box just so they can sleep better at night. Well, fuck them. Yoongi is way too old to live for strangers. He knows what he likes and other people can get fucked. They’ll find out who he likes when he allows it.

Jungkook defines his sexuality. And his romantic attraction. For most of his life, he felt like he didn’t belong. Into society, into groups, into life. So learning control and finally being able to be part of something again, Jungkook also feels it important to define who he is.

“I can finally be part of a group. I’m so happy.”

Because that’s what he is these days. Happy. A very happy bisexual man who doesn’t care about the gender of his lovers and who falls for personality.

And so it happens that “I hate labels”-Yoongi and “I love my label”-Jungkook are dating. At least Jungkook thinks that they are. They never really defined it – put a label on it so to speak.

But it must be that they are dating. After all, they are sharing a blanket as they are relaxing in front of the fireplace. They each only wear boxers and a tanktop which in itself is such an intimate look to share. The rug under their bodies is soft and heaps of pillows surround them.

Yoongi is using a few of them to keep himself propped up as he writes anecdotes in the book he is reading. Jungkook is lying on his tummy, watching the flames dance. Music is playing. Lofi hip-hop. Sometimes, he feels Yoongi’s fingertips dance down his back. It makes him shiver every time it happens. Jungkook feels exhausted, but he can’t fall asleep.

He flips his head to the other side, looking up at Yoongi.

The latter notices and gives him a glance. He runs his fingers through Jungkook’s hair, making him shudder in a good way.

“How is your head doing?” he asks.

“Heavy.”

“But no pain?”

He shakes it, “no, just so heavy. Hyung, it’s so heavy a-and I’m so tired.”

“Relax, bub. That’s normal.”

Yoongi is Jungkook’s mentor. Before Yoongi, Jungkook was unable to exist within the human world because he would have ripped through anything that breathed. With Yoongi’s help, he learned how to be normal again and because the road to perfection wasn’t finished yet, they used tonight to train.

“You are ready for the next step in mastering your urges”, Yoongi told him and then monitored Jungkook as he drank from a blood bag filled with human blood.

Up until this point, they merely trained with animal blood. At first Jungkook was very confused, “but I thought that I shouldn’t drink human blood? At all. Never.”

To which Yoongi assured him, “completely staying away from it, will only do the opposite. You need to learn how to handle it, so that if you accidentally drink it, you don’t become violent.”

With Yoongi’s reassurance, Jungkook choked down the blood deliciously and if it wasn’t for the older vampire, he would have lost control.

But he didn’t. Yoongi took his mind off of it in the typical, amazing way Yoongi often takes Jungkook’s mind off the bloodlust. And Jungkook wanted it. It felt so good. Quite frankly, he didn’t want it to stop.

Yoongi pulls his hand back and continues to scribble in his book. Jungkook is thinking. Yoongi calls him bub and bun and Kookie, but does it mean anything? Yoongi allows him to cuddle into him, but does he want the same? Yoongi fucks him, but does the sex even mean anything to him?

It has been two years since the world became peaceful and four years since they met and not once has this relationship been defined. Yoongi doesn’t call Jungkook his boyfriend. He calls him “my boy” or “my Kookie.” But never my boyfriend. What is he is just a good friend to him? What if Yoongi doesn’t want to put a label on them?

“Yoongi?”

“Yes, bub?”

“Are we dating?”

Yoongi lowers the book, “what do you mean?”

“Am I your boyfriend?”

Yoongi widens his eyes, blinking them in confusion.

“Why are you asking that all of a sudden?”

“Just feeling anxious.”

“Jungkookie, hey”, Yoongi softens his voice, “just relax. You’re okay, everything will be okay.”

“Please don’t avoid my question”, Jungkook insists anxiously. Is this it? Four years of intimacy, of building trust and bonding and it never meant the same to Yoongi?

“Of course you’re my boyfriend.”

Jungkook’s chest instantly stops tightening. His body tingles.

“You silly boy, do you seriously think I’m like this with someone I’m not dating?”

“You’re a really kind person.”

Yoongi chuckles, eyes soft in adoration. He pinches Jungkook’s cheek.

“You little bun, that’s not the same.”

“We never made it official.”

“I didn’t think it necessary. I thought it was pretty clear that we are dating once this”, he gestures between them, “became regular.”

“I guess, but I was thinking. About labels and how you hate them and yeah. I got scared that we aren’t official for you.”

“We are.” Yoongi pushes the pillows aside and lies down to face Jungkook. He tugs a strand of hair behind his ear. “If I’m not showing it enough for you, you have to tell me. I’m not good with reading signs or getting hidden messages. You gotta tell me directly what you want.”

“I know.”

“So? Do you want me to show it more?”

“No, you’re showing me that you love me. I think I just needed to hear it tonight.”

“I understand. You can tell me if you need that. You know me, I’m not gonna recite love poems to you on my own.”

Jungkook chuckles, “I know you, hyung. I think it’s cute.”

Yoongi grimaces. “If you say so.”

“I do. You are so cute.”

Yoongi chuckles, “you’re aware that I rearranged your insides just moments prior?”

“I know.” Jungkook closes his eyes and settles into the pillow. “Only cute people can do that.”

Yoongi laughs, “okay, okay you’re being an idiot. I get it”, he says, leaning in to kiss the shell of Jungkook’s ear.

Jungkook relaxes his muscles, enjoying the soft tingles rising all over his skin as Yoongi kisses every inch of his upper back. His face next. Jungkook rolls to his back so Yoongi can reach it better. Their eyes meet. Yoongi cups his cheek and kisses him. Jungkook seriously thinks that it feels so much better now that he knows it’s official. Every second, every moment, every touch exists to strengthen their relationship as boyfriends. Seriously, if Jungkook’s heart was still beating, it would race like crazy.

He giggles. Yoongi smiles.

“What’s so funny?”

“Nothing. I’m happy.”

Yoongi kisses him with a smile before he begins littering his face with kisses.

“I’m happy too, bub.”

“Oh, Yoongi”, Jungkook lets out and unable to control the surge of happiness, he shoots up to take Yoongi into the tightest hug human- and vampirekind has ever seen.

“Okay. This is happening”, Yoongi chuckles, letting it happen without hugging him back. It’s not because he doesn’t want to, but simply because Jungkook is squeezing his arms against his sides.

“I love you so much”, Jungkook giggles, shaking Yoongi from left and right.

“I love you too, but please stop that”, Yoongi laughs, head thrown back and bouncing around.

“No. You’re my stim toy”, Jungkook says and squeezes him tighter, making a cute sound for it.

“Whatever that is”, Yoongi laughs, taking the squeezing until it starts hurting. Then he begins to fight back. Softly of course, finally using his strength to shove Jungkook’s arms open.

“How are you doing that?” Jungkook gasps, trying with all his might to bear hug Yoongi again, but it is useless.

“I’m the strongest, remember?”

Jungkook’s back hits the rug, his wrists get pinned by one hand. Yoongi looks at him as if he wanted to take him to euphoria and back. Just for a second because then pure mischief burns in his eyes. Jungkook feels said mischief very soon as Yoongi begins tickling his sensitive side.

“No! Stop! Hyung please stop”, Jungkook squeals, laughing so loudly it bounces off the walls. He tries to fight his wrists free, kicking his feet helplessly. But it is useless. Yoongi is stronger and he is hellbent on getting Jungkook back for always being a little brat.

“Hyung I’m sorry”, Jungkook laughs, crying tears.

“Not enough”, Yoongi coos, changing sides.

“Ah! Please I’m gonna pee myself, stop! Please”, Jungkook squeals, laughing oh so much that his mouth truly cannot open any further.

“Mhm, alright”, Yoongi rasps and stops. He lets go of his wrists, sliding his hands to the smallest part of his waist to hold him. Somehow in their tickle match, Yoongi slid between Jungkook’s legs. They are thrown over his lap, resting their weight on him.

Jungkook recovers with little gasps and gulps. The first thing he does is wipe the tears from his blushy cheeks then he pouts at Yoongi.

“This was totally not necessary and very mean.”

Yoongi chuckles, “for all the bratting you did this week? It’s a mild punishment.”

Jungkook pouts harder, “I can’t help it. Besides, you’re too sensitive. I’m not even bratting.”

“Careful”, Yoongi squeezes Jungkook’s waist. The latter squeals and writhes.

“Sorry.”

“Better.” Yoongi smiles, bending down. His hands run along Jungkook’s torso until he has to rest them on each side of his head. “You’re so fucking pliable.”

“Hyung…” Jungkook sighs, melting into a puddle.

Like this. Underneath Yoongi and with his head foggy in feel good emotions, Jungkook gets kissed. He wraps his limbs around Yoongi and deepens the kiss. This might be one of the best nights of his life. He is his boyfriend. And now he is making out with him. This is the best night ever.

[fancycollectormoon]

I'm overwhelmed with my feelings for him 🥺

*sobs again*

I love him so so so so so so much :( I love him I love him I love him 😔 I love him!!!!!

[fancycollectormoon]

THE DAY HAS FINALLY COME!!! YOONGI IS OFFICIALLY FREE TODAY!!!! BANGTAN WILL FINALLY BE TOGETHER AGAIN AND THEY ARE ALL FREEEEEE

WE MADE IT GUYS 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

[fancycollectormoon]

This is how real home feels like 🫠

I love them 💗

↳ Index [Snippet #58 - A Proposition]

“When you scratch Jungkook’s back for sleep.”

Genre: married life!AU, slice of life!AU, Fluff!!!

Warnings: Kookoo being the cutest bean to have ever beaned, he shadowboxes her hand and is cute with it, kissies and snugglies <3, he asks for back scratches <3, this is so cute and cozy

Wordcount: 1.5k

a/n: i just really love writing domestic fluff <3 especially with ogc!koo because he is actually THE CUTEST husband ever <3 have fun besties 🧡

The house is squeaky clean. The room is aired out and the sheets are as fresh as they can get. To top it all off, you shaved your legs and moisturised and washed your hair.

You have reached peak, enjoying it under the sheets with a good book on your phone. You love being clean.

Jungkook, your sweet husband and love of your life, leaves the en-suite.

“I just washed my hair, shaved and moisturised. I feel like a newborn”, he says, strutting to the closet for a fresh pair of loose boxers. He likes sleeping in them.

“I get you. Me too”, you say without looking up from the book. It is a really good book.

Newly dressed, Jungkook gets on the bed. He rolls over until he is by your side, making a sound for it as if he was in an action movie.

You smile to yourself and reach over to pet his head.

“Huah, huh, hwah!” he exclaims, boxing your open palm as quickly as he can with as little impact as possible. It makes the funniest slapping sound and doesn’t hurt in the slightest. You snicker in amusement.

“I’m just kidding. I love you”, he says and kisses your palm repeatedly. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t serious. Heh. I love you.”

You finally look at him. He is too adorable not to. You want to be annoying back. You close your fingers on his lips so they are trapped in a pout, then squeeze.

“Meep”, you act as if you were using them to sound a horn, cackling loudly when Jungkook lifts his pretty eyes to glare.

You touch his chin and lean down to peck his lips. He retorts it all too eagerly.

“You’re adorable.”

He grins cutely, giving you a little snicker.

“Should we do something horny?” he asks.

“Why do you always ask that right after we changed the sheets? Can’t we enjoy fresh sheets for one night?” you ask, laughing.

“Because I get cozy horny when everything is fresh. I was just asking, you never know”, he insists very innocently, earning himself another smooch.

“Whatever, doofus. Maybe another time if that’s okay with you?”

“Yes, that’s okay”, he says and gets a kiss for it.

After the kiss, you return to the book while Jungkook looks at you. Yes, he looks at you. This may sound boring, but it is the most exciting thing he could do. He wasn’t truly serious about his previous question – a whipped man had to do what a whipped man had to do. Maybe you would have said yes and he could have been even closer to you, but he doesn’t mind that you said no. He loves looking at you.

“You’re so pretty.”

“Thank you, pook. You’re pretty too.”

He lies down on his stomach and props his arms up on his elbows so he can rest his chin on his palms.

“I like your hair and your skin and your face. And I like your body and how you’re so pretty.”

“I like this about you too, baby.”

He kicks his feet giddily and giggles.

“Baby, you’re so beautiful.”

You smile to yourself, petting his hair. He leans into the touch, closing his eyes. Once you pull back, he continues to gaze at you. He gets comfortable by laying his head on your lap.

“Hey”, you say, giving him attention.

“Hey”, he smiles.

You retort it and take the phone into one hand so you can use the other to play with his hair and ear piercings.

“This is nice”, he lets you know, relaxing.

It becomes harder and harder for Jungkook to keep looking at you. Your loving touch is like a sleeping spell to him. The strongest and most wonderful sleeping spell ever. At one point he even has to break the silence to slurp.

You look at him.

“Are you drooling on me?”

“No?”

You glance at the wet spot he left on your nightgown and which he currently tries to wipe away.

“What’s that then?”

“Nothing. Listen. It’s not my fault that I got sleepy. You played with my hair.”

You laugh fondly, looking back into the book.

“You don’t have to stay up for my sake.”

“If I fall asleep, you’ll stop petting me.”

“I won’t. Promise.”

He nuzzles you, ending it with a kiss. Afterwards, he rests his head on your lap again, tracing your stomach mindlessly.

“I have a proposition for you.”

“This is either gonna be serious or silly.” You put your phone aside for now. “I’m listening.”

“I will give you a very long full body massage tomorrow if you give me back scratches right now.”

“Interesting proposition. What if I have to work late tomorrow? It’s gonna be Friday after all.”

“Then, I’ll do it Saturday. You’ll get it. Including a foot massage.”

“Wow, high stakes indeed. But only if I give you scratches right now?”

“Yes. Then I owe you a debt.”

You laugh softly. You are so in love with him and his little goofball jokes.

“Alright, deal. Get comfy.”

“Hell yeah, this rocks”, he says under his breath and rolls onto his stomach. He shimmies his hips to get them comfortable, then gives you a look from the corner of his eye.

“Like this?” you ask him, crawling to him.

He nods his head. His cheek is nuzzled into the pillow, he has his arms bent and hidden halfway underneath it.

You fix the blanket so it covers his legs and yours, then sit down on the back of his thighs.

“So.” You slam your hands on his butt because butt slaps are your shared love language at this point. “How do you wanna do this?”

“I want it on my back and my sides and my arms and also my neck. And when you do my hair, can you do it with your entire hands? Run them through it, you know?”

“You really thought about it, didn’t you?”

“Yeah.” He smiles. “I love your scratches.”

“Alright, I’ll do it like that”, you say and begin.

He shivers within the first touch, skin covered in goosebumps. He closes his eyes, sighing in happiness.

“I just got the shivers. It’s so nice.”

“It is” you agree, falling into the moment of relaxation with him.

You aren’t on social media a lot because you actually have a life and don’t have time for it. But on the rare occasions you are, you sometimes see “relationship humour” posts about unhappy girlfriends who complain about having to scratch their boyfriend’s back. You don’t get those women.

You could pet Jungkook for hours. It is so nice for you. You love him so much – so incredibly much – and when you can pamper him, it feels as if you are able to cover him in your love. Each inch of him is so precious to you and knowing that you can adore them fulfills you.

Perhaps you are just unnaturally obsessed with him, but you genuinely could pet and scratch him for hours.

He relaxes and breathes deeply when you scratch his back. When you tickle his sides lightly, he shivers and melts deeper into the sheets. His arms instantly are covered in goosebumps when you run your nails over them. And when you play with his hair, scratching his scalp at the same time, he makes little sounds of relaxation.

It is awesome. Petting him is awesome.

“It’s so nice”, he whispers, sounding happy. Knowing that this brings him happiness is another reason why you love petting him.

You run your fingers to his back and include your nails. He likes it when you stroke them up and down his entire back and when you include his arms on your way up and his sides on your way down.

You love touching him. Of course it can be understood in a sexy manner as well, you are obsessed with him when it comes to that. But right now, this isn’t sexual. This is intimate and connecting. You love touching him because it connects you to him. Feeling is such a constant sense. The skin feels clothes, temperature, air, movements. You constantly feel and yet when you get to pamper Jungkook, you are finally aware of this sense.

His skin is so soft and his hair is even softer. You play with his baby hair at the nape of his neck, making him shudder.

He peels his eyes open, murmuring something you can’t make out. He looks very disoriented and sleepy.

“Did I wake you?”

“Hm.”

“Sorry, just relax”, you whisper and bury your hands in his hair to play with it.

He sighs and closes his eyes.

“I dreamed of you”, he is dragging his words sleepily.

“You did?”

“You called me handsome and you were so pretty.”

“You are, baby. You’re so handsome.”

“___, you can’t ever get hurt”, he whispers before his face relaxes completely.

His right arm twitches into a different position. This must have been his last desperate attempt to stay awake. You would recognise this arm twitch everywhere. It only happens when he falls asleep. 

“Sleep tight, my sweetheart” you whisper and kiss his cheek. You straighten up to continue your scratches.

You promised him that you would continue. Besides, it is so healing for you that you don’t want to stop anyway.

[fancycollectormoon]

😍🫠

THAT IS THE LOVE OF MY LIFE

[fancycollectormoon]

Good fucking morning to me 🥵

What tf was this huh?

Why is He so HOT 🔥 ISTFG He is too much to handle. His dirty talk is dangerous 😳

I don't know how to go with my day now 🥵

I think that now watching His Killin' it girl MV will be too much

Killin' It Boy | JHS x f.Reader

“Jung Hoseok is many a thing in your life: Best friend. Part time lover. Eyecandy. And subject of your horniest desires. One night you stay over at his place, but fall asleep before anything can happen. You wake up the next morning needing him like you need air and he just so happens to need you too.”

Pairing: Hoseok x f.Reader (can be read without prior lore knowledge)

Genre: best friends with benefits!AU, Smut, Fluff if you squint really hard

Warnings: Hobi in a tanktop & grey sweats <3, Rougher Dom!Hoseok, needy sub!Reader, she just "casually" wears a thong around him, which obviously earns her what she deserves (a good dickening), making out & groping in his kitchen, which then continues in his bedroom, body worship for both, nipple play & licking for both, strength & muscle kink, now hear me out about the main thing!! she massages lube on his abs and then grinds on them :), yes this an ab humping fic :), multiple orgasms (f.receiving), afterwards he dicks her down HARD, clit play, breast play, choking & spanking (f.receiving), messy orgasms, creampie, cumming all over her chest, which he licks off <3, he calls her babygirl & good girl, the praisiest praise ever, this man can DIRTY TALK LORDD, i need a respirator fr, loving & soft aftercare

Wordcount: 6.9k

a/n: i don't want to talk about it. this is not how i wanted to return from my break but here we are 😶 i want to formally apologise for the damage this will do to you besties' pussies but i also want to say you're welcum. i put my entire sibussy into this story and it didn't help because hobi is still fucking haunting me omfg oh lord i need to run against a wall and forget all my memories fr 😩 have fun my whores i'm happy to be back 🖤

You are at Hoseok’s today.

Well, technically you are still at Hoseok’s after staying the night. Nothing happened. It was quite simple. The others aren’t currently at the estate and you grew tired of being alone. Taehyung and Jimin are on a best friend bonding trip to Hawaii, Jungkook is staying with Seokjin in Gordes because he really missed him and Yoongi had to spontaneously leave for Geneva to help his long term friend Fredrick with sorting out some issues.

And you? You honestly didn’t feel like going on a trip. So you stayed behind. You cleaned, did some gardening, you read, you took walks and enjoyed time alone. But then you got bored and so you took one very long walk to Hoseok’s.

That was yesterday and he welcomed you with homemade iced tea and pasta for dinner.

“Somehow I always end up eating pasta at your place”, you told him, enjoying it wholeheartedly.

“Sorry, it’s not my intention.”

“It’s totally fine. You make one hell of a pesto.”

Later you watched a movie where you fell asleep on his chest. Nothing happened.

Hoseok must have been awake for a while. His side is empty and cold. Which is a fucking shame because the second you woke up, you craved him. In more ways than one. You wanted his cuddles, desired his kisses and needed his touch. You huff air in frustration, staring at the empty bed longingly. It would have been so awesome if he was still here. He is always so warm in the morning and said warmth really brings out how amazing he smells.

You sit up and roll out of bed to leave for the bathroom so you can freshen up a little.

Hoseok is a very clean person. Quite frankly, he is the tidiest person you know. Each thing has his designated spot and things like dust or flyaway hairs were nonexistent in his bathroom. He left the door open and the scent of his shower gel still lingers in the air. You enjoy it as you wash your face and brush your teeth, eyes travelling over the tidy set up. He left his cologne outside today, which is totally shocking but also very tempting. You finish cleaning up and pick up the cologne to steal a sniff. Woody cedar meets warm grapefruit with a hint of shiso. It is masculine and sensual. If you could, you would bathe in it. It smells so good and knowing that he probably put it on after his shower makes you just a little droopy.

Now, you must be excused. Being close to Hoseok is very difficult because he is just so attractive. Yesterday, he opened the door in a tank top and some baggy grey sweats and you almost barked at him. It also doesn’t help that he is starting to get serious with you. Granted, you always knew that he wasn’t the funny perverted jokester he most of the times likes to give himself as, but seeing his more serious side become the norm around you just kind of hits different. He is so attractive when he simply exists without trying to put on a show. It’s in the little things. The way he closes a cabinet with his hip, the way he offers you something to drink and always makes sure that you are taken care of or when he tells you about his day while you rest on his chest and he traces your arm. He is so him these days. So completely and attractively mundane and normal and because of that, incredibly sexy.

Point being, you are just a little upset that last night didn’t lead to anything more and so you leave for downstairs with a plan. You are wearing nothing more than your lacy bra and a matching thong. You rarely wear thongs, because let’s be honest, they are fucking uncomfortable. You only wear them when you want to seduce someone and this is your plan. Seduce Hoseok.

Your heart races. This is something you never did before with him. You have no idea how he will react or if he will even like it. You might actually dissolve into dust of embarrassment if he ends up being weirded out. After all, you and he aren’t an official thing and stuff like surprising each other in your underwear isn’t just something that happens. But if you don’t try, you will always regret it.

Hoseok is eating his world-famous breakfast croffles (he always has to make them when you stay for breakfast) and sips on coffee when you enter the kitchen. He is engrossed in a video on his phone, judging by the sounds it is a dancing competition video.

“Good morning.”

“Good morning, one second I can’t look away. My favourite’s dancing.”

Just as you had figured.

“Yeah? Are they any good?”

“She’s fucking sick. I’ve never seen such footwork before. How the hell is she even doing that?” he says and moves the phone closer to see better.

You run your eyes over him. Baggy grey sweats and a white tanktop, dark hair styled messily on purpose and fingers adorned by rings. He is so attractive without even trying.

This is killing you. Your heart might give up before anything else. Hoseok keeps murmuring and mumbling to himself while you prepare a cup of tea. You know your way around the kitchen, so it is easy to do.

“Are you hungry? I’ll make you croffles”, he offers without looking up.

“Sure, I could go for a bite.”

“Alright, I’ll make them soon.”

“Yeah, take your time.”

He hums and continues watching. The water finishes boiling in the time being. You fill your designated mug, watching the tea bag tint the water caramel slowly.

“Damn, that was sick”, Hoseok lets out behind you.

The dance must have finished because you can hear the distinct sound of a phone being set down. It is now or never.  

You keep your back turned to him, acting busy and hoping that he looks.

“So sorry, I would have been so upset if I missed that, but now you have me all to-”

One second.

“What the fuck?” a very quiet whisper.

Two seconds.

“-yourself.” Loud again. “Damn, what’s going on with your clothes?”

“Why? What do you mean?”

“You didn’t wear that to sleep. Where’s your pjs gone?”

You turn and shrug your shoulders.

“Didn’t feel like it.”

His eyes are all over you, trying to undress what little clothing still covers you.

“Well fuck”, he says and drops into his chair, running his hand over his mouth.  He meets your eyes. “Not gonna lie, ___, this is making the morning a lot sweeter.”

“It is?”

“You’re like a dream, Seriously, the sweetest dream. Damn, just, sorry I’m inappropriate. It’s just underwear and I’m acting like I’ve never seen a woman in a thong before. Sorry.”

“You’re alright”, you say and chuckle, “I like it.”

You turn again so you can get some milk. You like your morning tea with milk. Anyone who hates this combination doesn’t know true culinary luxury.

“Fucking hell ___, you’re… Nah, that’s too much.”

He stands up and closes the distance. His hand brushes your waist.

“Please look at me”, he says, using his sexy voice for it.

You turn. His gaze is darkened in desire, making sinful love to you as he looks you deep into the eyes.

“Tell me that I’m not reading into this too much and you’re not just wearing this for the sake of wearing it.”

“I wanna tell you something about me.”

“Tell me.”

“I actually hate wearing thongs. They’re things of evil.”

He chuckles, sliding his fingers under the very thin string which sits on your hip.

“So why are you?”

“Because…” you begin to whisper, closing the distance so he can taste the words.

Hoseok’s purrs softly, parting his lips. Your breath taste minty and like temptation. He craves to fill his lungs with you.

“...I had hoped that you would like them”, you finish your sentence, raking your fingers up his sculpted chest.

“I do. I like them.”

Closer. Your lips almost touch.

“Good.”

“Kiss me.” He cups your cheek, chasing your lips.

“You first.”

Hoseok smiles in amusement, eyes flickering darkly. He slides his hand to the back of your head and pulls you in. You moan, knees buckling and body chasing him instinctively. He tastes sweet like the maple syrup he likes on his croffles. His lips are so soft, drawing you in. He is definitely the one to decide the rhythm. You just have to take it, keep up with it and you do. You take it with a racing heart, moaning every time he runs his tongue over your lips. You keep up with it, touching his body because you need to have all of him. His arms are so defined without being too overly bulky. His waist is so tiny and firm and his chest is strong with the perkiest of nipples. You rub them over his tanktop. He moans softly, following it with a chuckle. He sways your bodies from side to side, wrapping his strong arms around you so he can press you against him. He purrs deeply, letting you taste his desire in a slow tongue kiss.

You moan into his mouth. It feels so good to be held that tight just because you played with his nipples. Hoseok is so good in communicating with his body and he just doesn’t stop talking. As you continue to rub and explore his chest, he continues to purr and allows his hands to travel over your back. He uses his entire palms for it, making sure that you can feel every touch he places.

You switch your touch to his neck, ruffling up his hair and meeting his tongue with your own. He sucks on your tongue with a moan, squeezing your ass. He does it so desperately that you kind of wobble from side to side, getting on your tiptoes because he lifts you just a little.

“Jump”, he orders and you follow.

He catches you, bouncing you in his arms so he gets a better grip of you and kissing you as he does. You moan, grinding against his stomach and twisting his hair. His hands are under your ass, his arms flex as he carries you with ease. His kiss tastes like heaven, but you take it away when he sits you down on the kitchen counter and you have to gasp.

“Cold”, you whine.

“Hm, sorry”, he purrs, making it up to you by kissing your neck and shoulders. He is breathing heavily, constantly purring and moaning because the mere existence of you seems to drive him wild.

You don’t even care about the cold stone under your butt anymore. Not when he raises the fire in your veins. You close your eyes, gripping the edge of the counter and keeping him close with your legs. He feels them up, kissing a hungry path down to your breasts.

“So sexy, you’re so sexy”, he lulls, grinding into you with a shaky moan.

Thud.

“Ouch.”

He shoots up.

“What was that?”

You are pouting, rubbing your head, “I hit my head on the cabinet.”

Hoseok laughs, “are you okay?” he asks, petting the aching spot.

“No. You made me roll my head back with your stupid grinding and I hit it.”

He chuckles, “okay Miss Clumsy, let’s remove you from danger”, he says and lifts you off the counter.

You giggle, ruffling his hair and gazing down at him.

“Where are you taking me?”

“Bedroom”, he says, “now fucking kiss me.”

You don’t need to be told twice. Kissing him is like a drug and you are its addict. You kiss him as he leaves the kitchen, you kiss him as he walks up the stairs and you kiss him as he lies you down in his soft bed. He is the one to break the kiss, but the pleasure continues. Your neck gets kissed and sucked and because it’s Hoseok and his entire deal is being sexy, he bites you as well.

You mewl, rolling your hips up in desperate search for friction. He helps you find it on his hand. He hooks his pinkie in your thongs and pulls it to the side, connecting his thumb with your pussy so you can grind down on it.

“Hobi, oh god.”

“I love how fucking wet you already are, you’re just so good for me”, he praises. He hooks his other hand in your bra, tugging the right cup to the side so he has access to your nipple. He wraps his wet, warm and soft mouth around it, sucking on it gently and flicking his tongue over it.

If he didn’t have you wrapped all around his fingers, he definitely would now.

“Stop”, you gasp, pulling his hand away, “stop, please stop.”

“What’s the matter?” he asks, retreating his hand.

“You’re too good, I’m excited.” You fluster. “I almost came.”

He chuckles, eyes sparkling mischievously.

“Don’t laugh. This is really exciting for me.”

“Why? I’m just getting you ready.”

“I wanted you the moment I woke up.”

He widens his eyes, “really?”

“Yeah.”

“Well damn. I don’t know what to say.”  

You touch his chest, “I want something.”

“Tell me.”

“I want you to be rough today, okay? No more of that careful shit.”

He chuckles, “alright, I can do that. Anything else?”

“If you want to, you can choke me or spank me.”

“Hot. That’s hot.”

“So?”

“Yes, baby. Yes”, he says and kisses you again.

You moan in happiness, dragging your hands down his torso until you reach his pants. You slip your hands inside. Hoseok follows your hands just to take his pants off. The kiss has to break when he has to step out of them. A pair of tight boxers keeps his hard cock pressed to his thigh. He is soaking the grey fabric. The view is so hot but nothing beats the view of his abs as he takes off his tanktop. He throws it to the side and steps out of his boxers, wanting to reclaim his spot between your legs afterwards but you are faster.

You sit up, surprising him by pushing him down into the sheets by his chest.

“Alright, is this what we’re doing?” he laughs, dropping down willingly.

You climb his lap, sitting down right under his hard cock. He smiles in amusement, caressing your thighs.

“You’re so sweet”, he purrs, feeling up your waist.

“Mhm”, you hum absentmindedly, lowering your mouth to his neck to worship it needily. He smells like his cologne. You quite frankly lick and suck it off of him while Hoseok gasps for air and moans in pleasure.

You only leave his neck once you consumed all of his scent, having come to the conclusion that the rest of his body smells just as good.

“Oh shit”, he lets out under his breath, chest heaving up and down quickly as you lick his nipples.

But again, you don’t stay for too long. This isn’t what you crave the most. This isn’t what you have been thinking about ever since you saw him in this stupidly tight tanktop.

“Your abs are insane. Actually insane”, you say, dragging your tongue down the middle of them. Your hands follow it along his waist, thumbs running over his obliques. Hoseok chases your mouth, abs rippling under your tongue. He sighs, skin tingling.

You are so greedy. Your mind is going wild.

“I wanna grind on them”, you murmur to yourself.

“Then do.”

“Hm?”

Hoseok props himself up on his elbows. You look at him with widened eyes.

“You heard that?”

“You weren’t really quiet, were you?” He smirks. “Do it. I don’t have them for nothing you know? I bet I can make you cum on them.”

“Holy moly, Hoseok.”

His smirk grows. He cups your cheek and traces your lips.

“Deal?”

“Yeah. Deal”, you sigh and kiss him.

Hoseok drops into the sheets and grabs your ass, moaning deeply. His grip is gentle but also, for a lack of a better word, possessive. He makes sure that you can feel it – feel him – but not in a way which would hurt. This is supposed to be good for you and it is. Hoseok is so fucking good for you.

He makes you laugh, he lets you cry, he protects you, he listens to you and remembers mundane stuff like your favourite croffle toppings. And he feels like ecstasy when you touch. He is so fucking good for you.

“Hobi…” you sigh into the kiss.

“Hm?” he purrs, rubbing your buttocks.

“You’re so addictive.”

He laughs, “what are you saying?”

“Just…fucking want you.”

He moans as you kiss him, giving you a gentle push to make you finally scoot up his body. He is needy too. He can’t deny it anymore.

The kiss has to break for the thing to work. His head is supported by two pillows, laying higher this way so he has good view of his abs.

You crawl off his lap. Hoseok watches with heavy eyes as you take off your thong. Then you walk off.

“Hey, where are you going?” he asks, furrowing his brows.

“Drawer was it?” you ask, walking to his bedside table.

“For what? Come back here.”

You open the drawer. Bingo.

“Lube”, you say and show him the bottle of water based lube he keeps close by.

Hoseok tuts, smirking in amusement.

“What do you need that for, mhm?”

“You’ll see.”

You climb back on his lap and sit down. Hoseok instantly touches you, running his hands up and down your thighs and waist. He looks at you as if he wanted to devour you whole.

“So sexy. My babygirl’s so fucking sexy”, he purrs, spurring you on.

With confidence, you open the bottle of lube and squirt a sinful amount of it onto his abs. They twitch and flex as a reaction to the cold.

“Shit.” He laughs, squeezing your hips. “That’s cold, gotta warn me.”

“Where’s the fun in that? I could watch your abs twitch like that”, you say and put the bottle aside. You connect your hands with his stomach to massage the lube all over his skin.

“That’s hot…fuck, I like that”, he purrs, tensing and relaxing his abs wherever you touch him. “Yeah, just like that, babygirl…”

“How do you even get these abs? They’re insane.”

“Workouts, dancing, I’m just sexy, what can I say”, he says, following it with a rather cutesy giggle.

You agree, “you are. You’re so sexy.”

You spread the excess lube on your pussy and finally do what you need. You position yourself above his abs.

“That’s so hot. Use me, babygirl, you got it”, he encourages you, offering you his hands if you needed support. He has his arms propped on his elbows so you can really lean your weight on them.

You take them, of course you do. Those are Hoseok’s hands. You would be dumb if you didn’t take them. The lube smears between your palms, forcing him to grip you so much tighter than he normally needs to. It’s so sexy.

Your pussy touches his stomach. You exhale shakily, heart beginning to race. This is new to you and it’s already amazing.

“That’s good, babygirl. You like that?”

“Yeah, I do”, you say and begin moving. You roll your hips up and down on his abs, finding out soon enough that you can feel the definition. “Okay, woah yeah I do.”

He chuckles, rolling his lower lip between his teeth. He can’t decide whether to look at your pretty pussy on his abs or your cute face scrunched up in concentration. Maybe both because he is fucking into you. So into you.

“Take it at your pace, yeah? I’m right here, just enjoy.”

“Hoseok…”

Your pussy is mesmerising. The angle naturally hides a lot from his eyes, but what Hoseok can see is enough to drive him insane. You fit right around his abs, moving so perfectly on him. He feels you getting wetter and wetter. It’s so warm, really bringing out how fucking soft you are.

“Hobi, you feel so good”, you get out, squeezing his hands.

“I do?” He flexes his abs.

“A-ah”, you moan with your voice pitched, scrunching your nose.

“So sexy”, Hoseok whispers, doing it again just to hear you moan and feel you clench.

You didn’t think that you could feel it so well. You could fucking count them just by rubbing your pussy over them.

One, two, three.

“Hoseok, ah, Hoseok.”

Four, five.

“You’re such a pretty woman, riding my abs so well. Good girl, make yourself feel good.”

Six, seven.

“Hobi please.”

Eight. He’s got an eight pack. This sexy motherfucker actually has an eight pack and its currently getting marked by you. He is the canvas and you are the artist, creating impure art.

“Please what, babygirl? Want me to help you?”

You open your bra and take it off.

“Touch me”, you beg, guiding his lube covered hands to your tits.

His abs tense under you because of the position. He purrs deeply, watching with widened pupils as he covers your breasts in a sinful layer of lube. He rubs his palms all over your chest, drags them down your sides and up over your stomach, repaying the favour this way. Now you are both covered in lube, skin glistening in the morning light and bodies heated up.

“My sexy woman. Fuck, lube’s your best look”, he rasps, cupping your breasts to knead them in his messy fingers.

You twitch and tremble on him, leaking more of you on his hard abs. Praise paired with his touches is a difficult combination to handle. It turns you on so much to be messy and he is calling you sexy for it.

You press yourself tighter to his abs, speeding up your movements because he has you desperate. It squelches in wet sin, only adding to the pleasure. The fact that you can hear the texture of them…

“Fuck, this feels so good…”

“Yeah? Like it?”

“So much, ahm…”

“That’s it. Ride my abs, good girl. You’re such a good girl”, he praises, rewarding you with his thumbs on your nipples. It’s like he knows how a woman works. It’s insane how good his touch feels. Just one second of it and you already find yourself addicted to it.

“Hoseok, fuck please.”

“Tell me, babygirl.”

“Don’t stop.”

“Won’t.”

“Thank you”, you moan and throw your head back, arching your back. You grab his strong arms, chasing the feeling of him. His hands on you, his thumbs on your nipples and his abs under your leaking cunt. You chase it, chase it, chase it and it’s getting better and better.

By now you have his abs so messy that creamy strings of your slick stick to his skin, webbing themselves from muscle to muscle. It looks so good against his honey skin.

You don’t get to see it. Your eyes are rolled back by now.

But Hoseok sees it and he is hooked up on the view, leaking on his lowest abs and wishing for you to just take him in. But he can’t rush you. He promised you an orgasm on his abs and he isn’t one to break promises. Especially not when it comes to you. You’re fucking precious to him and the promises he makes you, sacred.

So he keeps his fantasy a little fantasy while he tenses and flexes his abs under your puffy cunt and plays with your pretty nipples. He switches between massages of your chest and attention to your nipples with little flicks and rubs. The pleasure courses through you in waves.

“I think I’m close.”

“That’s so good. You’re doing so well”, he praises, sitting up more just so his abs ripple for you.

You shake, digging your fingers into his arms.

“Oh fuck.”

“You feel me?”

“Yeah, I feel you…”

“Mhhm I feel you too. You’re so sexy on my abs. My sexy babygirl”, he rasps and takes your nipples between his fingers to tug gently and rub them. At the same time he rolls his hips up, letting you feel how his abs work when he fucks.

“Hoseok holy fuck, ah!” you croak and break. Your entire body just freezes. Hoseok moans loudly at the feeling of your throbbing pussy and takes your hips between his hands just to move them over his abs for you.

You sob, gripping his wrists as you tremble. You thought it couldn’t get any better, but he proves you wrong as he guides you.

“Ho-hobi. Hobi please. Please.”

“I know babygirl, I know. You’re cumming so good for me. Don’t worry, I’ve got you.”

“Hobi…”

“I’ve got you. I’m here”, he talks you through it because that’s what he does. He talks you through it, helps you ride it out and enjoys the sensations with a dizzy head.

He can feel when it stops for you. He is so fucking greedy for more but knows not to be. You always get a little vulnerable after your first orgasm. It’s as if your mind finally catches up with the fact that you were horny and it is figuring out whether to be embarrassed or want more.

You sit on him with your entire weight, eyes widened and glassy.

“I…”

“Hush, you’re okay”, Hoseok assures you, lifting you just to sit up and put you down on his lap instead. The creamy mess you left on his abs smears all over your stomach now that are you so close. He has his hands on your back, holding you safely as he kisses your neck.

“What are you doing to me?” you choke out, dropping into him.

He moves his head so it wouldn’t get squished. His chin now rests against your shoulder while you have your face pressed into the crook of his neck. Your arms are hooked behind his head and your hands are in his hair.

“I promised you an orgasm on my abs, didn’t I?” he speaks in a soft voice, scratching your back soothingly.

“Yeah, but.”

“But what?”

“It felt so good.”

He chuckles, squeezing your buttocks.

“So? Where’s the problem?”

You lift your head, meeting his eyes. You cup his face.

“I want more.”

“What was that?”

“I want more”, you say and slide your hand to his cock.

Hoseok tenses his stomach, showing you with a slight squint of his eyes that he feels your touch and he likes it.

“Tell me”, he rasps.

“I want more, please.”

“No. Tell me that you can’t get enough.”

“I can’t get enough.”

He smiles darkly, lowering his eyes seductively. He moves his head closer, letting you taste his words.

“Beg for it.”

“I can’t get enough, please Hobi.”

“You can do better than that”, he rasps, looking at your lips.

“Fuck. Please fuck me, I want more of you, please”, you beg, heart racing like crazy and head dizzy. It’s so hot to have to beg. Especially when he makes you work for it. And you work for it. You grind your hips down on his thigh, twisting your hand around his cock in hopes of convincing him.

“I like that, babygirl. Say it again. One more time”, he whispers, craving to kiss you. Your hand on his cock is making it so difficult to hold back.

“You’re a tease”, you whine.

“Fucking say it again, babygirl”, he orders, giving your ass a warning squeeze. 

“Please fuck me, please don’t tease me anymore please”, you whimper and try to warm his heart by dancing your tongue over his lips.

Hoseok growls and moves quickly. He picks you up only to pin you into the sheets and give you what you ask for.

You squeak, tensing up in surprise.

He knows how to do it so it fills you with electrical shocks of pleasure. He soaks up the view of your surprised eyes widening only to go out of focus and roll back all within a second.

“Go on say it. Say what you’re thinking”, he challenges you, pumping his aching cock into you in a desperate rhythm.

“Feels so good. Hobi, you feel so good.”

“Yeah? And what do well mannered women do, mhm?”

“Moan for you,” you moan, arching your back.

He chuckles, sliding his hand under your back and rewarding you with his entire length.

“Good guess, but no.”

You squeeze down on him so hard that he knows it was intentional. He growls, twisting the sheets beside your head.

“No, that’s not either. Go on, use your brain. What do we say after getting something?”

“Thank you”, you moan, twisting the sheets as well. There are no words on this earth to describe how good his cock makes you feel. First his abs get you sensitive and now you have his girthy cock splitting you open. This is actual heaven.

“Good girl. That’s it. Thank me. Go on.”

“Thank you. Thank you. Thank you”, you chant, getting louder and needier because your moans earn you more and more of what he has to offer.

He moves his hips as if he was on stage, performing and dancing just for your pleasure. Your second thank you earns you his skilled fingers on your clit and your third thank you earns you his other hand around your throat.

“Hoseok!” you wail, grasping his lower arm just to squeeze him closer to your throat.

He purrs deeply, tightening his fingers. Your pulse races like crazy, fluttering and faltering as he slowly and gently cuts off the blood flow to your brain. He towers over you, kneeling on the sheets as he makes dirty love to you. But you don’t get to see how sexy he looks. Your eyes are squeezed shut, your mind is completely lost in the pleasure.

“I’m going insane, you feel so fucking good. Fucking wanted you like crazy”, he says and moans loudly.

You match his freak with an even louder moan, clenching down on his cock because vocal men are such a turn on. Especially when it’s Hoseok. His voice is fucking made to make sex noises.

“Shit, woah…that feels good. Do it again”, he moans.

You clench, toes curling because it makes it a lot better for you as well. You can feel every vein on his cock this way, can feel his tip fuck against your g-spot and feel his base stretch you out. So you clench and clench and clench, whimpering and mewling for him.

“Yes”, he growls, chasing the tight heaven you offer him, “yes, yes, fucking yes. Babygirl, yes.”

He fucks you right where it feels the best. Over and over again he hits The Spot while his fingers flick your clit quickly and his hand reminds your throat that you are his’.

“Yes, babgirl, yes. You-”

“Hoseok”, you interrupt him.

“Yes?”

“You’re making me- oh god, Hoseok please. I have to- ah!”

“It’s okay, you can cum. Don’t hold back”, he encourages you, helping you with a soft rub on your clit and by letting go of your neck.

“Thank you!” You climax on his cock with a sob, writhing in ecstasy because this is so much more intense than the first one. Your head pounds from the blood rushing back. You feel your orgasm everywhere between your legs, thanking him over and over again.

“That’s it, don’t hold back. Good girl, I can’t get enough of you”, he talks you through it just as he fucks you through it. He doesn’t slow down. Why should he? When it makes you feel so good.

“More. More please. Please, oh. Please.”

“Wasn’t gonna stop anyway”, he says and easily fixes you to how he wants you. He rolls you to your side and bends your leg around his hips. He faces your pussy and just like this, he enters you. He gives you all of him, watching in delight how you tense up and writhe in pleasure because the position allows him to hit your g-spot more precisely.

“Thank you. Hobi please. Thank you.”

“I fucking love when you beg like this. Makes me wanna fuck you so much harder”, he purrs, using his abs and back muscles to give you the fuck of your lifetime.

Hoseok is many a thing. Best friend. Occasional lover. Artist. Pornstar, dancer and man obsessed. One thing is for sure however, he will use his mesmerising ability to move his hips to give you cock in ways you haven’t experienced yet. This is a passion project for him and he treats his passion projects with utmost and precise care. Because he likes them to be perfect.

If that means that he has to rearrange your guts and permanently carve himself into your walls, then so be it. Hoseok is down for the ride.

“Please, Hobi. It’s too much”, you sob and bury your face in the mattress. He watches how you bite into the sheets, how you grasp them with shaky fingers and how your toes curl.

“Just say it if you want me to stop. Hm?” He stops his hips. “Wanna say it?”

“No!” you practically yell at him. “Don’t stop please!”

Hoseok chuckles and picks his rhythm back up. He spanks your ass.

“Bad girl. Yelling is rude.”

You whimper, spilling tears. This is all part of his plan isn’t it? He listened to your wishes, memorised them and then planned the sexiest way of including them. First the hand around your throat and then he works you up to be yelling just so he can spank you. Holy fuck, this is all just part of his plan.

“Again please”, you beg desperately, leaking on his cock just as you leak tears into the sheets.

Spank! In sync with a rough thrust of his skilled hips.

“Thank you!”

“You’re so polite. Keep it up, babygirl. So good”, he rasps, rewarding you with two consecutive spanks and rough thrusts.

“Thank you”, you sob, clenching down on is cock every time he lands his bejeweled hand on your ass.

“So good.”

Spank!

“Hobi”, you sob and go back to biting the sheets.

Hoseok continues. He is panting by now, growling each time he exhales. He spanks you not because you need to be punished, but as an act of infatuation. He does it because it gives you pleasure, because it makes your cunt so tight on his cock and because it makes such a pretty sound.

“Good girl, you’re taking me so well. My good fucking woman. So good”, he praises, rubbing your clit with his other hand because you deserve only the best.

“O-i im uing”, you murmur into the sheets.

“What was that?”

You show him. Hoseok yelps, tensing up.

“___ baby…holy fuck, so tight”, he moans, throwing his head back and burying his cock in you to the very base just so he can feel every second of your orgasm. He didn’t plan on making you cum already so this one comes as a surprise.

You sob and wail, convulsing in paradisal pleasure before it gets too much and you squirt all over him.

“Fucking hell, you gonna make me cum. This is so hot”, Hoseok growls, suddenly moving like a messy, clumsy teenage boy. Coordinating spanks and clit rubs is impossible and his hips stutter whenever he pushes back in. So he holds onto a good chunk of your ass, bruising it between his strong fingers as he claims your weeping cunt. You are so tight and now so fucking wet. Your orgasm sticks to his abs as well, soaking his cock and balls. The view is so sexy to him, making it hard to keep moving. “Fuck, I’m close.”

You fight yourself to your elbow and reach for him.

“Please Hobi.” you beg, dragging your nails down his abs so hard that it leaves marks.

Hoseok looks into your puppy eyes and knows that he is done for.

“___ baby”, he moans, eyes going cross before rolling back and closing. His hips stop when his cock is deepest. He grunts, scrunches his face and you can finally feel it. His hot, creamy orgasm. It fills you up, sticks to you, makes you his’.

“Thank you, ah Hoseok, thank you”, you whimper, feeling up his abs as they ripple and tense rhythmically.

“Baby, this feels so good. Holy fuck, can I cum on your chest?”

“Yeah. Please.”

“Urgh fuck”, he growls through gritted teeth and pulls out of you. He flips you to your back and spanks your clit with his cock just once to get the message across before he angles it differently and jerks off over your chest to get that last wave of pleasure all over it.

“Hobi”, you whimper, watching the sinful show with hungry eyes. Look at his abs tense…

“That’s my woman. Fucking wear me around your neck, that’s my woman. So fucking good, urgh.”

You cry for him, gazing up at him with devoted, droopy eyes. You can’t decide whether to look at his heavy cock spurting white cum all over you and his long fingers or his glistening abs or his scrunched face. Maybe you look at all of it while you touch and scratch his abs and arch your tits closer to him.

Hoseok finishes in five sloppy strokes.

“Fuck ___”, he drops his cock into the mess he just made, playing with it by swirling his hips.

“Did you like that?” you ask him in a sweet voice.

He nods his head with closed eyes, catching his breath.

“You’re so sexy, babygirl. Can’t believe you let me do that”, he says and opens his eyes.

He drags his heavy cock down to your pussy, rubbing it through your well-loved folds and over your sensitive clit.

You squeak, closing your legs.

“Sensitive.”

He chuckles, kissing your knee.

“Sorry”, he says, pushing your legs open, “let me kiss it better.”

“Hoseok, god”, you gasp and sigh, melting into the sheets as he runs his mouth over your ruined body. This is so sinful and sensual but also soothing and relaxing.

He licks the cum from your chest, kisses the sore spots on your thighs and loves your neck with his lips. The mess between your legs he leaves. Personal preference maybe. You won’t complain. It’s so nice to leak him. You feel so fulfilled.

“How are you doing?” he whispers against your ear.

“I’m in shock.”

He chuckles, “is that a good thing?”

You nod your head vigorously, giggling.

He smiles, kissing your ear before he lifts his head. He is propped up on his elbow, resting against your side which makes it easy to caress your torso. His eyes are filled with soft adoration. He is glowing when he smiles.

“So how did I do? You liked what I did?”

“I get it now”, you whisper.

“Get what now?”

“Why you’re so cocky about your skills.”

He lowers his eyes shyly.

“Don’t say that.”

“You’re so good.”

“Ah, you”, he lets out and smooches you with a giggle. “Thanks. Wah, now I’m embarrassed.”

You snicker, “don’t be. I liked it so much. Oh god, I need a minute.”

“Mhm, take your time. I’ll be here to take care of you”, he says and uses the moments of relaxation to kiss you all over your body. “I hope you don’t mind.”

“No”, you sigh, writhing in relaxing pleasure. You don’t mind at all. You could never mind him. He is permanently settled in your brain, permanently living into your heart and permanently carved into your walls.

“You’re so fucking beautiful”, he whispers, kissing your inner thighs. They smell like sex. Hoseok soaks up the scent like an addict, leaving marks of devotion next to the spots his rough handling left. He leaves out your pussy again.

“Why do you do that?” you ask, playing with his hair.

“Do what?��� he asks, looking up from your lower stomach.

“Leave it out”, you say, rolling your hips up.

“Because I can and I want to”, he purrs, kissing a quick path up to your face. He lies down next to you, cradling your face. “And because you should feel me a little longer.”

“But how will I get up and eat my croffles?”

He smiles against your lips and kisses you.

“Breakfast in bed, duh.”

“Really?” you ask, eyes widened in surprise. Such romance is new from him. He makes your heart race.

“Mhm, really. You should relax, let me treat my woman.”

His woman. He kept saying it as he fucked you. You don’t correct him. You smile and nod your head.

“Yeah, okay. But I can’t guarantee that I can keep my hands to myself when you do.”

“Do you have to be somewhere today?”

“No. But I don’t see how-”

“Then I don’t see the problem”, he flirts and pecks your lips.

You get it now. And it makes you giggle. He smiles, pecking your cheek.

“Relax. I’ll be back with breakfast”, he says and before he rolls out of bed, you stop him.

You steal a kiss, ending it by biting his lower lip. He smiles at you, eyes sparkly and infatuated by you.

“Don’t take too long, please.”

“Promise”, he seals it with a peck then finally gets out of bed to leave the bedroom naked.

“Aren’t you forgetting your clothes?”

“I cook best naked.” He gives you a cocky grin and a wink then closes the door.

“Fuck”, you drop into the sheets and blow raspberries. It is official, you won’t ever get him out of your head.

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