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↳ 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.

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borathae · 19 hours ago

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GAH IT IS!! heheh thank you so much for reading and reblogging 🥺💜

“Yoongi returns home as the man by your side and has to come to terms with his new role as your ruling partner. It turns out to be quite the difficult task as half of the court still sees him as the unruly warrior with the ugly face. His new Queen and lover however is willing to fight the world for him and She is hellbound to show him and everyone around them just how beautiful he is.”

Pairing: Warrior!Yoongi x Queen!Reader

Genre: Fantasy, Romance, Smut

Warnings: subby!Yoongi, Domish!Reader, slurs, the court being judgemental, but she is there to stand up for her man, casual nudity, sharing a bath together, handjobs, grinding, oral (m. & f.receiving), multiple orgasms (m. & f. receiving), edging, it’s sensual love making, he kneels for her in a sexy way, some hairplay, blonde Daechwita!Yoongi because he still haunts my mind

Wordcount: 13.5k

a/n: You guys wanted a second part to A Tiger’s Judgement and quite honestly warrior!Yoongi didn’t want to leave my mind either so I decided to spoil you guys! I didn’t think that the second part could ruin me more than the first one, but it did and I am ruined. 🤧💜

~ Go to Index ~

They welcomed her with cheers and happy singing. It seemed that they had waited for her return. Yoongi watched as they hugged her and as she hugged them back with a smile on her face. Yoongi listened as they welcomed her with praises to the goddesses and how she told them that she missed them.

She told him that she was worried about their reactions. She worried that they wouldn’t accept her back, that another ruler had already taken the castle and that she would be sent away and damned to a life of nothingness.

Yoongi felt glad that none of her worries became reality. His warriors reclaimed the castle in her name and the people were safe and healthy. They welcomed her back gladly and just one night later a big coronation ceremony was held. They all came, the court, her remaining family, his warriors, the people. They all came and celebrated the return of the princess and her new role as the Queen. Food and drink was plenty and the music was lively.

Her siblings are with them. Her younger brother sits with his little sister as they are playing war with wooden toys. Her younger sister was dancing with her lover and just this moment the last of her siblings turns away from her after finishing the conversation.

She turns to him then.

“How are you liking the food?” you ask him.

“It’s good, I was really hungry”, he says, taking a bite of his pork ribs. They had a rich flavour and the meat was juicy. Yoongi had missed the taste quite a lot.

You watch him chew with fondness in your eyes, “I’m glad you enjoy it, eat a lot Sire. I want you leaving the festivities with your stomach aching from too much food.”

He nods his head in obedience, “I will try.”

You give him a quick smile and touch his thigh under the table. Yoongi feels himself shiver at the touch, but attempts not to let it show.

“My Queen”, one of the court’s members steals your attention from him.

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borathae · 1 day ago

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ARMS

pls don’t steal/repost <3

#i have nothing appropriate to say #*bites his arms*#sj #im ded

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borathae · 1 day ago

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Okay this is so real fajdfjad 😩💜