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Prince Jungkook sets his sights on his father's new favorite concubine, and Jimin shows his prince pleasure beyond anything he has ever felt before.

🌙 Jungkook x Jimin

🌙 word count: 4.3k

🌙 royalty au, strangers to lovers, smut, slash, nsfw, explicit, 18+

🌙 warnings: top jimin, bottom jungkook, use of the word “whore”, hand restraints, first time anal sex, oral sex, possessive behavior.

🌙 note: jungkook's father is not part of the actual fic lmao.

🌙 written for jikook week! the theme is “royalty” and i guess i didn't get enough of sex worker pjm in Baby, so i'm back for more.

🌙 beta read by @neoneunnajimin!

🌙 posted sept. 2022 | read on ao3

"Who…is that?" Jeongguk mutters as he sits up straighter in his chair and zeroes in on one of the dancers before him.

A beautiful man with dark brown hair and full, pouty lips catches Jeongguk's eye. He wears silk adorned with gems, which flows from his taut, muscular frame, and he dances by with his mouth pulled into a smirk and his eyes set on Jeongguk's father—the king.

"That," Jeongguk's chamberlain says barely above a whisper, "is your father's new favorite. And he is off limits."

Off limits, Jeongguk thinks as the man twirls and his smile brightens the room. We'll see about that.

Jeongguk sits tall on his father's throne while the rest of the court sleeps. He wears a hooded robe made of deep blue velvet, which hangs over his eyes, and he only lifts his head to the sound of bare footsteps entering the chamber and a deep, pretty voice cutting through the silence.

"You wanted to see me, your majest—"

As Jeongguk's gaze lifts, the man's words die in his throat. He appears startled yet intrigued and does not make a move to leave. A light pink silk robe loosely covers him, falling just above his knees, and Jeongguk cannot help but let his eyes wander.

"What is your name?" Jeongguk asks.

When the man says nothing in response, Jeongguk lowers his hood, lets his dark hair fall over his eyes, and flashes the man a winning smile.

“I am Prince Jeongguk; I mean you no harm. Please, what is your name?"

"J-Jimin," the beautiful man mutters.

Jeongguk grins as he lets "Jimin" drip from his lips like honey—he likes the sound of it on his tongue.

"S-sir—" Jimin begins meekly as his eyes fall to the floor.

"Call me Jeongguk."

Jimin takes a deep breath. "Jeongguk...sir...I am flattered that you have called for me to come see you, but I am afraid the king has instructed me to only come to his calls."

Of course he has, the greedy bastard.

"I'm afraid I don't give a fuck what my father has instructed," Jeongguk bites back.

The pretty man flinches as if Jeongguk's words sting and Jeongguk almost feels bad for snapping. But there is a glimmer of something dark and mischievous in Jimin's gaze that tells Jeongguk that, perhaps, his attraction is not merely one-sided—perhaps he likes Jeongguk's rough demeanor.

With the tips of his pretty, slender fingers, Jimin plays with the hem of his pink silk robe. "But sir—"

"Jeongguk."

"Jeongguk," Jimin corrects himself with a smirk, tilting his head to gaze at Jeongguk through his eyelashes. "I mustn't disobey my king."

A deep, sardonic chuckle rocks through Jeongguk's chest as he stands from his father's throne and steps down to ground level. Jimin's eyes widen as Jeongguk approaches—just tall enough to tower over Jimin.

"Tell me, pretty," Jeongguk groans as he lifts a hand and uses two fingers to tip Jimin’s chin upward, "do you like how the old man touches you?"

Jimin stares up at Jeongguk with his pretty, plump lips parted. Jeongguk flicks his tongue out to lick his bottom lip and watches as Jimin's eyes follow the movement.

"Do you enjoy my father's body?" Jeongguk continues, and he cannot help but laugh as he adds, "Does his cock still work? Or do you whimper haplessly in his arms and pray for it to be over?"

With a smirk, Jimin purrs, "I perform well enough to keep my king satisfied."

"Sounds depressing."

Jimin raises his eyebrows but says nothing in response. His loyalty is admirable, and Jeongguk cannot wait to break him.

"Come with me?" Jeongguk asks, though his gaze is sharp, and he shows no hint of accepting anything but yes for an answer.

"And if I'm punished for disobeying my king?" Jimin asks sweetly.

Jeongguk leans forward and crowds Jimin's space. His fingers slip from Jimin's chin to the nape of his neck, pushing through soft waves of dark hair.

"If he lays a finger on you," Jeongguk mutters a hair's width from Jimin's lips, "I will fucking kill him."

A soft gasp leaves Jimin's lips as Jeongguk pulls his into a smirk. "Come with me."

Jimin nods softly—a faint movement—as he whispers, "Yes."

With a nod of his head, Jeongguk's chamberlain drapes a similar deep blue velvet hooded robe over Jimin's shoulders, and Jeongguk lifts the hood to conceal Jimin's beautiful face before taking cover beneath his own. Jeongguk takes Jimin by the hand without another word and leads him to his bedchamber.

The moment Jeongguk closes the door to his chamber, he shrugs the deep blue robe to the floor. It falls heavily around his feet, and he takes a step forward, toward Jimin, who stands in the center of the room, bathed in blue with wide eyes. Jeongguk is barefoot and wears white silk underclothes, with the neck of the oversized top hanging loose over one shoulder.

"Like what you see?" Jeongguk asks with a smirk.

Jimin smiles, cheeks blush-pink, and he nibbles on his bottom lip, and damn, does Jeongguk want to eat him alive.

"I do," Jimin mutters sweetly.

Jeongguk cocks an eyebrow, standing with his hands on his hips. "So, show me."

"I'll show you," Jimin purrs. "As long as you're good."

Jimin shrugs off the dark blue robe, letting it collapse to the floor. His pink silk covering hangs open, exposing a shoulder and nipple, and Jeongguk fights the urge to rip it off and pull Jimin into his arms. He wants to see what the pretty dancer will do—wants to give Jimin the opportunity to take the lead.

Nobody ever takes control with Jeongguk. Perhaps it is something about the way he carries himself, but people always expect Jeongguk to take the reins and be the one to fuck them. Jeongguk does not want that this time; he wants to feel what it is like to get fucked.

"As long as I'm good?"

A shift in Jimin's body language suggests that Jeongguk may be in luck. Jimin squares his shoulders and stands up tall, and despite being slightly shorter, his aura spreads and makes the room feel much smaller. Jeongguk feels his heart speed up and his breathing slow, and he watches the pretty man's lips tug into a smirk.

"Yes," Jimin says. "Now, be a good boy and strip for me."

Despite wanting to be controlled, Jimin's words take Jeongguk aback, and his mouth falls open. "What did you just call me?"

Jimin cocks an eyebrow. "I don't like to repeat myself."

A scoff rocks through Jeongguk's chest, but he complies and pulls his loose shirt over his head in one swift, quick motion. Jimin's eyes widen at Jeongguk's chest and arms, and Jeongguk feels smug under his wandering gaze—he works hard to keep his body in shape and enjoys the attention.

Jimin backs toward Jeongguk's large bed and leans against the edge of the mattress, eyes on Jeongguk, who slips his thumbs below the waistband of his knee-length underpants and pushes them down. As the silk falls in a heap on the floor, leaving Jeongguk completely bare, he begins to approach Jimin. His cock hangs heavy between his legs—not yet hard—and Jimin stares, licking his lips.

"Get on the bed," Jimin instructs.

"Wh—"

"Are you going to be a good boy, or not?"

Jeongguk cannot believe Jimin's audacity, and he tongues the inside of his mouth. It turns him on so much his head spins, and he struggles to handle the way being bossed around by someone below him in status makes him feel. Jeongguk walks past Jimin and climbs onto his bed. Unsure what Jimin wants of him, he sits near his pillows and stretches out his legs.

"I want to fuck you, Jeonggukie," Jimin mutters sweetly as he climbs onto the bed on his hands and knees.

"Good," is all Jeongguk can bring himself to say.

The grin that tugs at Jimin's lips is absolutely sinful, and Jeongguk feels his skin turn red hot—every inch of him yearning to be touched. Jimin sits high on his knees and begins to tug at the silk cord around his waist.

"Lay down," Jimin instructs, pulling the silk cord free. His robe falls open, and Jimin gets back onto his hands and knees—a tease to Jeongguk, who desperately tries to see every inch of exposed skin.

Jeongguk settles against his pillows and lays, keeping his eyes on Jimin. As Jimin begins to crawl toward Jeongguk, straddling his legs and hips, Jeongguk takes in deeper and deeper breaths as if the air around him is beginning to thin. Silk dances over Jeongguk's skin, and he has the perfect view of Jimin's bare chest and legs, and the tip of his hard cock hanging below his tummy.

"Hands above your head," Jimin instructs.

"Why?"

"Good boys do as they're told."

Jeongguk fights the urge to grab onto Jimin and defy his orders. Even the king does not speak to Jeongguk this way. But Jeongguk's eyes fall to one of Jimin's hands, and he notices the silk cord wrapped tightly in Jimin's fist.

"You are not going to use that to tie—"

"I am," Jimin interrupts. "It will be loose; you can break free if needed."

With a heavy sigh, Jeongguk complies, lifting his arms over his head and crossing his wrists over one another. He has to scoot down slightly and wiggles beneath Jimin, who watches with a smirk.

Once Jeongguk is settled, Jimin moves off of him and crawls up the bed. As he gets into position beside Jeongguk to fasten the silk around his wrists, Jeongguk surveys Jimin's body. Curves of muscle grace his frame beautifully, and he is paler than Jeongguk, with a cock that is thick and pretty, standing hard against his tummy. Jeongguk wants to wrap his lips around it and suck the precum that has leaked out from the small slit on his cockhead—wants to bury Jimin's cock deep into his throat until his nose nestles against the dark hairs at its base.

Jimin makes surprisingly quick work of restraining Jeongguk's hands above his head, presumably to one of the bamboo logs that make up his bed frame. Jeongguk gives his hands a tug and is surprised to find that Jimin did not, in fact, make the knot loose.

"I can't make it too loose," Jimin coos as if reading Jeongguk's mind. "What would be the fun in that?"

Anger rises in Jeongguk, and he tugs again at the silk, finding his movements futile. He opens his mouth to complain, but Jimin sits high on his knees and shrugs away his robe, melting away his frustration. Exposed shoulders and an unobstructed view of Jimin's chest and legs have every muscle in Jeongguk's body relaxing.

"You're lucky you're so fucking pretty," Jeongguk groans, sounding angrier than he is.

Jimin hums. "Is that so?"

"Is this what you do to your king, too? Tie him to the bed like some kind of prisoner?"

Slowly, Jimin leans over Jeongguk, so close, Jeongguk could tilt his chin and capture Jimin in a kiss. Jimin takes Jeongguk by the jaw and gives him a gentle squeeze.

"Mention the old man again, and I will leave you tied to your bed with your cock hard, leaking and untouched for your chamberlain to find."

Jeongguk says nothing, can only stare at the pretty lips that taunt him so, and Jimin smirks and places a soft kiss on Jeongguk's jaw, then sits up.

"Have you been fucked before, my pretty prince?" Jimin asks.

It takes just a moment for Jimin's words to fully settle over Jeongguk; being called pretty throws him off.

"No."

"No?"

Jeongguk swallows a lump, suddenly feeling exposed and uncertain. "I've fingered myself before."

"But you have fucked others before?"

With an incredulous huff, Jeongguk grumbles, "Yes, of course I have fucked others before!"

Jimin chuckles and nibbles on his bottom lip. "And you have carrageenan oil?"

Jeongguk nods his head to the side, in the direction of a small bedside table. "In the jar."

Rather than get off the bed, Jimin leans all the way over Jeongguk, giving him a glance at his soft, round ass. Jeongguk wonders if the desire to touch and feel Jimin could drive him absolutely insane as he clenches his fists and strains his neck to see more.

Jimin finds what he needs, and he settles back down beside Jeongguk with a small, decorated jar in his hand. Jimin examines it with a grin, then sets it down on the bed gently, being sure not to let the lid fall off.

"Quite a lot is missing," Jimin muses with a smirk.

"Are you calling me a whore?"

Jimin scoffs, mouth falling agape. "Is there something wrong with being a whore?"

For a split moment, Jeongguk regrets what he has said, worried he may have offended Jimin, whose profession includes many responsibilities, including being a whore. Jimin breaks into laughter, lightening the mood, but Jeongguk still feels awkward.

"Don't worry, my prince," Jimin says sweetly, "once I'm done with you, you'll only have eyes for this whore."

Jeongguk, for once, has no quippy comeback, and he watches with bated breath as Jimin takes the jar of lubricant oil and walks on his knees down the bed. Instinctively, Jeongguk spreads his legs, giving Jimin space to get between them, and even attempts to angle his hips upward. He wonders if he should have laid on his stomach.

Jimin sets down the small jar and reaches beside Jeongguk for a pillow, and at Jimin's simple instruction to "lift," Jeongguk raises his hips, allowing Jimin to slide the pillow beneath him. Jeongguk feels a bit silly with his body exposed at such an angle, but he keeps his knees bent and legs spread, and focuses on the beauty before him as he tries not to let himself spiral.

"Such a nice, thick cock," Jimin mutters sweetly as he adjusts Jeongguk's hips the way he wants him. "Next time, I want you to fuck me with it."

Next time. Jeongguk likes the idea of a next time with the pretty man—likes the thought of holding him down and burying his length deep while Jimin moans and cries.

A slick finger touches Jeongguk's hole, and he flinches, clenching his muscles. Jimin giggles sweetly and leans his head against one of Jeongguk's thighs, and Jeongguk does his best to relax, letting out a deep breath.

"S-sorry," Jeongguk grumbles. "You surprised me."

Jimin touches him again, and although his entire body responds, it's with a wave of pleasure that settles over Jeongguk like a warm embrace. Jimin inserts his finger, which is smaller than Jeongguk's but it penetrates at a much more precise angle, and Jeongguk's eyes squeeze closed at the stretch.

Although Jimin is slow and careful as he eases into Jeongguk's tight rim, the feeling is overwhelming, and Jeongguk trembles and gasps for air. Everything feels so tight, like all of Jeongguk's skin is being flayed and stretched, and he moans and whimpers involuntarily as Jimin works him open with one finger, and then two.

By the time Jimin is easing the third finger in, Jeongguk's gasps become silent huffs of air, and the pain of the stretch mixed with the pleasure of Jimin stroking his tight walls, has Jeongguk dizzy and desperate for more.

"Such a good, good boy," Jimin purrs as he sucks on the sensitive skin on Jeongguk's inner thigh.

Jeongguk moans softly and stares at the ceiling as a shiver quakes through him. "Please," he rasps, ready for the pretty man to fuck him.

"Begging already?" Jimin teases.

Jeongguk lifts his head, blinks his heavy eyelids and nods. "Please, Jimin"

Jimin is devastatingly pretty as he smiles back and nips at Jeongguk's skin with his teeth. Jeongguk wants to taste his lips—wants to taste all of him. Next time, he thinks.

The high Jeongguk feels from Jimin's fingers is intoxicating. He likens it to having too much rice wine, feeling as if he's somewhat dissociated from his body and floating just outside of himself while somehow remaining acutely aware of everything.

"Please," Jeongguk whimpers again and again.

Jimin gets onto his knees between Jeongguk's legs and rubs his hands over Jeongguk's knees and down his thighs. Jeongguk's legs remain bent, feet planted firmly on the mattress, but Jimin spreading them further turns him into rubber, and they fall to the sides.

A cute, melodic giggle shakes through Jimin, and Jeongguk gazes at him, feeling absolutely powerless to him. He has all but forgotten that his wrists are tied above his head and does not fight to have them released.

"Gonna fuck you now, my pretty prince," Jimin sing-songs, and Jeongguk opens his mouth to say, "Yes, please," but the sound dies in his throat at the feeling of Jimin's cock dragging across his stretched hole.

"You look so good tied up and spread for me," Jimin says as he gently presses the tip of his cock against Jeongguk's entrance. Jeongguk gasps and moans from the stretch that Jimin's fingers could not have possibly prepared him for, feeling his body tremble from his fingertips to his toes. "Ooh, and you sound so pretty, too."

"Please," Jeongguk whimpers, unsure what he is asking for, this time; he feels embarrassed to be spoken to like an object, but there is a part of him that wants more.

Jimin starts slow. So slow that every slight curve and ridge of his cock can be felt dragging against Jeongguk's walls, carving out a place inside of him. It feels as intoxicating as it does maddening, and Jeongguk pants and sobs from the pain.

By the time Jimin is fully inside Jeongguk, hips pressed against Jungkook's ass, a sheen of sweat covers his skin, and he concludes that, indeed, he might actually be driven insane from lust. Nothing has ever felt quite like this before.

"Big," Jeongguk whimpers, and Jimin giggles.

"My prince is so tight," Jimin teases with a smirk. "How did I get so lucky to fuck your pretty, virgin hole?"

"S-s," Jeongguk tries, finding it difficult to think, much less speak, and he swallows a lump in his throat and tries again. "S-stop teasing m-me."

Jimin pulls his hips back slowly, and Jeongguk loses all sense of time and space. Never has he felt so overwhelmingly full, and the slide of Jimin's cock has him drooling and shaking.

"Ready?" Jimin asks, and although Jeongguk is certain he could never possibly be ready, he nods and says, "Yes."

Jimin snaps his hips forward and punches the air from Jeongguk's lungs with a loud moan. Jimin's head lolls side to side, and a pretty deep blush covers his chest and neck. Jeongguk pants, desperate to catch his breath. It takes everything in Jeongguk's power not to let his eyelids flutter closed, and he watches intently as Jimin's lips tremble and he lets out a soft moan of his own.

"So fucking tight," Jimin groans as he pulls his hips back and snaps them forward, causing Jeongguk to almost scream. "You feel amazing, my prince."

In a brief moment of clarity, Jeongguk nearly responds to tell Jimin to call him by his name, but Jimin begins to fuck him at a steady pace, sending pleasure surging through him at breakneck speeds, and all words are lost on Jeongguk's tongue, replaced only by whimpers and moans.

Jimin wraps his arms around Jeongguk's thighs and hikes his legs up, giving Jimin more room to fuck him deeper, and Jeongguk's cock slaps uselessly against his tummy, dribbling a sticky line of precum from the tip. Jeongguk wants to touch himself and absentmindedly tugs on his restraints before succumbing to the reminder that he cannot move his arms.

"I won't last long," Jimin whines through moans, and Jeongguk feels grateful, desperate to feel a release of the pleasure that feels like it might never stop building.

"T-touch me," Jeongguk begs.

Jimin licks his lips, shakes his head, and says, "Try not to cum. I want you to spill in my mouth. Want to swallow every drop."

The thought of Jimin's pretty, plump lips stretching over his cock has Jeongguk more eager to cum, and he squeezes his eyes closed for a moment in hopes of thinking about anything else.

"S-stop talking like that, or I will definitely cum," Jeongguk whines.

Jimin giggles and picks up his pace, fucking Jeongguk so hard and fast, only choked sobs fall from Jeongguk's lips while Jimin moans deep, needy sounds. He feels the pleasure build to unimaginable heights, somehow tensing and relaxing every muscle in his body simultaneously, and although he never wants this feeling to end, he needs it to.

The rhythm of Jimin's hips becomes unsteady while his moans grow deeper and more desperate. Jimin's face scrunches and relaxes, and Jeongguk cannot take his eyes off the sight of him lost in pleasure.

"Gonna cum," Jimin whines.

Jimin leans forward, spearing his cock impossibly deeper, and Jeongguk squeezes his fists shut and tries with all his might not to orgasm by tensing every muscle he can, despite being unsure whether that will even work.

"Fuck," Jimin groans as his head falls forward. "You're squeezing me so tight, Ggukie."

The nickname accompanied by the deep slide of Jimin's length is nearly enough to send Jeongguk hurtling toward the edge of orgasm despite his cock being left untouched. Thankfully, Jimin's hips tremble and thrust deep before stopping, and Jeongguk feels his cum spurt into him, hot and wet.

Jimin's cock throbs as he empties himself inside Jeongguk's ass, and Jeongguk is shocked by every slight movement that he can feel. He wonders if Jimin's cum is dribbling out of him or if it's sweat that he feels dripping down the cleft of his ass. Perhaps it is both.

Jeongguk, son of the king who is used to being in charge and in control, feels perfectly used—like nothing but a toy for Jimin to fuck—helpless to do anything but lay and let Jimin do as he wishes. He loves it—loves the release of letting go and not having to worry about anything but his pleasure and the pleasure that Jimin chases.

The realization that they have not so much as kissed or explored one another before Jimin tied Jeongguk up and fucked him mercilessly sinks into Jeongguk, settling bone-deep. It feels freeing, in a way, though Jeongguk would like to kiss and nibble those pretty lips the first chance he gets.

Jimin pulls his cock out of Jeongguk in one swift movement, and Jeongguk is ripped from his thoughts, back to reality, as a moan shakes from his chest. He whimpers from the loss of being so incredibly full, but before he has a chance to let it weigh him down with disappointment, Jimin sinks down between Jeongguk's legs and takes Jeongguk's cock in his hands and mouth.

Never has anyone swallowed Jeongguk's length so deep all at once, and Jeongguk's back arches as he moans, lost once again to pleasure. All the world could crumble away, and Jeongguk would never know—would only perceive the feeling of Jimin's lips, tongue and fingers sending him hurtling towards orgasm.

Jimin swirls his tongue and sucks in his cheeks eagerly, bobbing his head while his hand twists up and down Jeongguk's length, overstimulating him in the best way. Jeongguk looks down to find Jimin staring up at him through his eyelashes while tears pool and spill onto his pretty cheeks, and that is all it takes to push Jeongguk to the edge.

"F-fuck, gonna c-cum!" Jeongguk sobs as his pleasure builds to a breaking point, and he spills into Jimin's mouth.

Jimin hums as he eagerly sucks and swallows, and Jeongguk pulls at his restraints. He could swear that body has been set alight from pleasure and left to burn brightly before crumbling to a pile of ash. Jimin does good on his promise to swallow every last drop and sucks until Jeongguk is overstimulated and begging him to stop.

"Please, please," Jeongguk whines as his body convulses from Jimin's eager mouth.

Jimin releases Jeongguk's spent cock and sits up slowly, stretching his neck from side to side. Jeongguk watches, stunned momentarily by the sight of Jimin's spit-slick lips and tear-streaked cheeks, until the urge to kiss the pretty man becomes so overwhelming he petulantly tugs at the silk around his wrists.

"Please," Jeongguk groans, and Jimin returns with a giggle before climbing up Jeongguk's sweaty body and settling on his chest to undo his hands.

Jimin's soft cock is so close to Jeongguk's mouth, he laments not having his face fucked while he lay restrained and helpless. As his hands are released, Jeongguk feels the urge to jerk Jimin's cock back to fullness so he can have his mouth used just as his body was, but Jimin slides away from Jeongguk's chest, and he cuddles up to his side, wrapping an arm and leg over Jeongguk's torso.

Soft, warm lips touch Jeongguk's neck, and Jeongguk turns his body, groaning from how stiff his arms and legs feel. He takes Jimin gently by the chin and slots their lips together, and Jimin moans against Jeongguk's mouth, gasping as Jeongguk flits his tongue out to taste his own salty release on Jimin's lips.

"You're mine now," Jeongguk groans against Jimin's mouth, watching as Jimin smiles.

"But the king—"

Jeongguk shuts Jimin up by licking into his mouth and deepening their kiss, and Jimin shifts his body closer and holds Jeongguk tighter, whimpering with each pass and tangle of their tongues.

With Jimin pliant in Jeongguk's arms, his mind floods with visions of patricide and treason. Jeongguk is tired of his father's rule, anyway—he is ready to take over the throne.

"I'm your king," Jeongguk groans while his hands explore every curve they can reach and pull Jimin impossibly closer. "And you are mine."

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