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borathae · 1 year

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“When you lick warm cocoa off of Jungkook’s body.”

Genre: Smut, domestic Fluff, married life!AU

Warnings: sweet cuddles, walking down sweet memory lane, sub!Kook, soft Dom!Reader, Good Boy!Kook, Mistress as title, sex on the sofa, nipple play, nipple sucking, food play in the form of warm cocoa, she licks it off his body, edging, oral (f.receiving), temperature play, he warms up his mouth with the cocoa & then goes down on her, pussy fingering, choking (m.receiving), ownership kink, dirty talk, some foot action where she basically traces his cock with her foot for like two seconds, subby boy tears, he is such a whiney cutie, she rides him in Lotus Position, this is lovemaking, creampies but they are clean & on birth control, snuggly aftercare

Wordcount: 7.9k

a/n: someone sent in this prompt for Kinktober and as promised, I am here to deliver. I honestly fucking love writing for them, always will. They are my comfort couple and I want them to be happy always 🧡

You had a dream ever since you were fifteen and watched a documentary about polar lights. That dream involved you, a wooden cabin somewhere in Scandinavia, lots of snow and the polar lights. You forgot about that dream for a few years as life got busy and other dreams became more important. There was one person however, who never forgot about this dream. Your best friend for life. Jimin. And if there is one thing one needs to know about Jimin, it is that he doesn’t forget dreams and that he will surprise one with a present related to that dream even almost twenty years later after you first voiced it.

And he did. Park Jimin, your brilliant and amazing and wonderful best friend, surprised you with tickets to Rovaniemi and with reservations for a cabin somewhere in deepest Lapland. It was his birthday present to you and you hugged him in tears for a solid three minutes. This was your dream since childhood, so you told him and then hugged him even tighter. And then you asked him how he even managed to plan all that to which Jungkook confessed that he helped and that "our schedules are both free around that time. I cleaned them up". You then proceeded to hug both of them and threatened them to promise you that they will never ever stop being so amazing. They both chuckled and promised that they would.

And then the time came for your trip. You and Jungkook took Bam with you, even if he was terribly nervous on the plane. Jungkook tried to calm him down with pets while you napped with your head on Jungkook's shoulder because of exhaustion (you couldn’t sleep all night from excitement and it finally caught up with you on the plane). Jimin and Yoongi also came with you, taking Holly - their dog - with them. The three of them were sleeping for most of the flight. Jimin also asked the others if they wanted to come with you, but they were all busy or already had other winter holiday plans. Taehyung and Hoseok escaped the fresh temperatures of your hometown by visiting Australia for a few weeks. While Namjoon wanted to stay back to work on his newest book and Seokjin was currently freshly in love. The two lovebirds planned to go fishing for a few days. She makes him really happy.

So it was just the four of you, which was just perfect and amazing and you were so, so happy.

Jimin and Jungkook booked two small cabins next to each other with plains of snow surrounding them and dark conifer trees in the background. A small road lead to them. The park ranger of this cabin resort drove you to them in his perfectly equipped jeep while on the radio, Finnish rap was playing. Yoongi called it "amazing music with great flow" and then proceeded to chat about the artist with the ranger for the eternity of the drive.

You sat around the open fire that night, chatting about your lives together whilst eating the best roasted food ever, courtesy of grill master Yoongi. Bam and Holly already slept that night and woke up first the next morning.

For the next few days you didn’t do much except for walking, talking, eating and sightseeing. Except for that one day where Jimin booked a reindeer sleigh ride with picnic and ice skating on a lake. That day was amazing. Or the other day you went into the nearest town to get drunk on mulled wine only to leave again after two hours because Yoongi’s social battery ran out and you didn’t want to drag him along any longer. He told you that he could go home alone, but you proceeded to insist that you guys would stick together no matter what. Yoongi smiled and blushed because of it.

You haven’t seen the Northern Lights as of yet, however. The locals here told you that stuff like that can happen and sometimes tourists are just unlucky. You really, really hope that you weren’t one of those tourists.

Jimin and Yoongi were in their cabin tonight. They wanted to be alone and you respected that. Bam was already sleeping. The poor boy is utterly confused by the constant darkness and has been sleeping for most of his time here. Except for his snow walks including major zoomies of course. He really loved those. Holly not so much. He prefers to stay inside for most of the time, napping by the heater or atop Yoongi’s discarded sweater.

You were in your thickest sweater as well, bundled up in fluffy socks and thick flannel pants. You had some milk bubbling on the stove and ingredients for the yummiest hot cocoa waiting for you.

The door to outside slides open, the freezing cold enters the little cabin instantly. In steps Jungkook, wrapped up in thick outside clothes and with a few logs of wood under his arms.

"Done?" you ask him.

"Yeah, just gotta carry them inside. It’s so freaking cold, my nose is falling off", he tells you, placing the logs in their designated basket.

"Should I help?"

"No, I’m good. I only have four more", he assures you and stomps back outside. His steps are heavy because of his boots and the distinct sound of snow clothing rubbing together accompanies them. The door stays open as Jungkook placed the logs in a heap in front of it before opening it so getting them inside would be easier.

Once done, he closes the door again. He locks it and turns to you with a cute grin on his face. You can barely see it from all the clothing covering him, but you still know what he wants. He is waiting for you to praise him, you know him that well.

"You did amazing, sweetheart. You’re honestly so cool for knowing how to chop wood", you say, watching in delight how Jungkook wiggles happily.

"Yeah sure, no biggie. That’s what your hubby's for", dismisses you nonchalantly and then hurries away to change into his inside clothes. He does so with a giddy jump in his steps.

You chuckle. He is so cute.

Jungkook returns after a few minutes. He is wearing matching bottoms and socks, but wears a different jumper than you. Light brown and just tight enough that his arms look big and sculpted. He goes to you first, wrapping his arms around you from behind and nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck as he inhales deeply.

He has his eyes closed, enjoying your presence to its fullest.

"You smell like fresh air", you tell him. You enjoy his presence too. Jungkook gives the best backhugs.

"Mhm", he hums, letting his breath tickle your neck as he finally exhales. Then he presses an adoring kiss to it, breaking away afterwards to walk to the fireplace. He begins stacking the new pieces of wood, doing so on his knees. The fire is crackling just enough that it wraps up the logs after a few seconds. He blows into the flames a few times before deciding with a nod that it was finished.

"The cabin should be warmed up soon", he says, standing up and closing the door of the oven. Then he turns, "are you still cold?"

"Yeah a little. But I’ll be better soon", you say, lifting the mugs of cocoa, "the cocoa is finished."

"Ooh, I’m so excited", he says, meeting you halfway to take his cup, "wow, you made them look so pretty. Thank you so much", he gushes.

"I hope it’s yummy. I think I put too much cinnamon", you say as you and him get comfortable on the small yet cozy couch.

Jungkook places the woolen blanket over your bodies and you snuggle into him between his legs. Your head you rest on his chest while Jungkook places his arm over your tummy protectively. He runs his fingers up and down your stomach mindlessly, sending relaxing tingles over your skin.

"There is no such thing as too much cinnamon. I bet it's amazing", he says.

"Careful it’s-"

"Ah! Ouchies! My tongue", Jungkook gasps and whines, sticking out his freshly burned tongue.

"-hot", you finish your sentence, "Googie, it’s fresh from the stove, course it’s hot. Are you okay?"

"No?" he pouts, "I burned my tongue. Look", he whines, sticking out his tongue. It is a deep pink from getting burned. You crane your neck and move in, placing a kiss atop his tongue even if that makes him move away and chuckle.

"What was that for?"

"I kissed the pain away. Duh?"

He snorts, giving you a look.

"Thanks, I guess", he snickers, taking a sip of cocoa afterwards.

"Always happy to help", you joke, relaxing back into him. You finally take a sip as well, humming contently, "that’s so yummy. You were right, the cinnamon's just right."

"I think so too. It’s really good. You make the best hot choco", he says.

"Thank you", you say and close your eyes, "this is the best, seriously."

"Yeah", he agrees and relaxes with a content sigh.

You share silence with each other. It feels nice to share silence with him. It feels natural and safe.

"You know what this holiday reminds me of?" Jungkook asks.

"Up north?"

"Yeah exactly. How did you know?"

"Because I feel the same. Everything kinda makes me think of our cottage you know? Even the architecture's the same."

"Yeah and the snow. Although I feel like the snow here is even more snowy. You know?"

"Yeah", you chuckle, "I agree. Although we had awesome winters too. Remember the Christmas party we had?"

"Yeah I do. That’s one of my happiest memories."

"Yeah?" you ask him, looking up at him.

"Mhm yeah. I had so much fun."

"Me too."

You and him exchange a kiss because the moment felt right to do so. Afterwards you relax into his chest while Jungkook goes for another sip of chocolate. There is a moment of silence and then Jungkook announces that he wanted to say something by letting out a quick "hm". You focus on his voice, but stay relaxed otherwise.

"Question time. What are your top three memories?" he asks.

"My top three memories? Like in general or with you?"

Jungkook shrugs his shoulders, "can be both. But our wedding and engagement doesn’t count."

"Why?" you grin.

"Because they’re obviously both on first place."

He makes you chuckle fondly.

"Yeah that’s true. Fine, okay let me think."

"Okay, I’ll think of mine too."

The fire crackles. The wind picks up outside. Jungkook chews on a marshmallow. You sip on your cocoa. It is really hard to decide on a memory. You could fill entire libraries with all the memories you made with him over the past decade. Difficult ones, happy ones, funny and romantic, hot and sexy, comforting and all oh so precious. Choosing only three feels impossible to do.

"Oh yeah", Jungkook breaks the comfortable silence, "and when we got Bam doesn’t count either."

"Fine god", you groan, "that would have been my first one."

"Yeah same, but let's just say that wedding, engagement and Bam are invincible."

"Okay, okay."

"Do you have yours already?" he asks.

"Gimme a moment, there's too many."

"I have one already."

"Tell me."

"That one time I was at a tattoo convention ten hours away from you and you drove all the way there because I told you that morning that I was sad", he says.

"And then I surprised you with pizza and cuddles", you say and smile, "I remember. We weren’t even engaged back then."

"That’s the night I knew I gotta ask you."

"Really?"

Jungkook nods his head, "I always knew you’d be my wife one day, but that was the night I knew knew."

"I didn’t know that. Gosh Kookie", you say and pout, "I'm gonna cry. I love you so much."

"I love you too", Jungkook grins cutely, "your turn."

"My turn", you say, cuddling into him. You run your fingers up and down his arm. It is covered in the most beautiful tattoo sleeve these days, but you remember the days when it was still empty. Jungkook always talked to you about how he will get it inked up one day and that he hopes you'll be there to witness it. You still lived in motel rooms back then, Taehyung was still an addict and you were still struggling in keeping your little gang together. So much has changed for the better since then.

"That night we danced in the restaurant. Two failed attempts at purchasing a place and then it's the one right next to your studio", you laugh in sweet memory, "we were busy renovating the ugly counter and there were still no tables in there and it was already dark outside."

"And we listened to music and then I asked you for a dance and we used the entire room for it", Jungkook smiles, burying his nose in your hair, "I remember that night. I thought you looked so beautiful."

"Beautiful? I didn't wash my hair in ten days and was sweaty as fuck."

"Didn't matter. You smiled and that’s all that mattered."

You crane your neck to look at him. His warm eyes race between yours.

"You're so fucking adorable sometimes", you whisper, reaching up to cup his cheek, "tell me another memory."

"When I taught you how to drive a bike", he says and smiles, "I remember you screaming about it being so scary but then not wanting to stop."

"I almost crashed my clumsy ass though", you say, making Jungkook snicker.

"Yeah but you didn’t and then we drove to that hill and screamed. Remember?"

"I do", you smile, "I felt so fucking free that day. I never screamed with someone before."

"Yeah me neither. It was a religious experience", he says, making you chuckle.

"Yeah really?"

"Yeah", Jungkook says in a snicker.

"Now that I'm thinking about it. Wasn’t this also the night we had raw sex for the first time?" you ask him.

"It was. You felt so fucking good", Jungkook says, "for me at least."

You turn in his arms, getting on your knees between his legs and placing your hand on his chest. Jungkook touches your hip, massaging it slowly.

"It felt amazing for me too. Maybe it’s weird but I can still remember how it felt like to have you inside me for the first time. It’s weird cause we've done it a million times since then, but that first time is still so vivid in my mind."

"I get you. I remember it too. You were so warm and so wet. I seriously wasn’t ready for how wet you were. I knew I never wanted to go back to condoms again", he says, sending heat to your cheeks.

"You were the first I ever did that with", you confess even if he already knows.

"I know. You were my first too", Jungkook whispers, eyes flitting to your lips.

Yours do the same. Your heart flutters. Your stomach tingles.

You know that feeling. That electric tension between you and him, tugging you closer and closer. It has been there since day one and has been growing ever since.

You give in to the tug. Fingers fall to the back of his neck. Eyes flutter closed.

Jungkook cups your cheek instantly, sighing into the kiss with closed eyes and a racing heart.

The tension becomes unbearable, you tug each other closer to soothe some of it. It doesn’t help, only heightening your senses to each other. Oh, sometimes you wish that you could drown in him. He is so goddamn addicting.

The kiss breaks as air becomes sparse, but you stay close, rubbing your nose against his' softly.

"Fuck baby", he whispers, lips tingling from the kiss.

"Do you have another memory?" you ask him quietly, playing with his soft hair. It’s gotten so long again. You witnessed so many of his hairstyles, as he did yours and each time you thought that it was the best one he ever had. And you were right each and every time because Jungkook is the most handsome in every hairstyle. He thinks the same about you.

"I forgot everything", he whispers, chasing your lips with a tilt of his head, "kiss me again, please."

"The cocoa."

"Put them on the table."

You do. The table's not far away. You can reach it from your position. Jungkook holds your hips as support. He runs his hands up your sides once you return, stopping at your neck to pull you close.

Your lips meet, your fingers tighten on the other, moans leave the both of you. It feels so good to kiss. Talking about your past always leaves you feeling so goddamn much for him. Tonight is no different. Warm and cozy with snowfall outside and a fire burning inside, you feel even more for him.

"I'm so attracted to you", you whisper between kisses, making him chuckle softly.

"Me too baby, you drive me crazy", he breathes, "kiss me again, please."

"Kookie", you sigh, falling back into the kiss.

Fingers tangle in his soft hair. His do the same. Your chests touch as you press yourself against him, Jungkook groans in reaction.

"Can't you take your shirt off? Please?" he asks.

"Already?" you chuckle, "this wins quickest time you got horny."

"Hey", he pouts at you, "I'm not horny, I just wanna have your titties against mine."

"And that’s not horny?"

"Not yet at least."

You snort and chuckle.

"Fine doofus, I’m taking my shirt off if you’re doing it too."

"Already on it", he says, soon disappearing in the sweater as he takes it off.

You use the moment to take off your own, throwing it on the floor in sync with Jungkook.

Your eyes run over his body. His' do the same.

"You're so fucking beautiful", Jungkook says, shimmying on the couch needily, "your body's fucking perfect, seriously."

"Yours too. I seriously can’t get enough of it, baby", you say, seeking his closeness by scooting closer again.

"Ah. My cock, careful", he squeaks, having the honor of getting your knee to press against it harshly on your desperate attempt of kissing him again.

"Sorry, you okay?" you mumble, lips trailing kisses to his neck as apology, "sorry booboo. So sorry."

Jungkook tilts his head back, eyes closed and lips parting in a moan.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah…really okay", he sighs, "that’s amazing…"

You moan softly, sucking a hickey to his neck.

"Baby you're gon' make me horny if you do that", he whispers.

You snicker, lifting your head.

Jungkook peels one eye open, meeting your amused look.

"What?" he whines, opening both eyes and lifting his head, "I'm just saying, my neck's sensitive. And you're sexy, I can’t help it."

"You're so adorable", you chuckle and then reach for one of the cocoa mugs.

Jungkook watches you with curious eyes. You take a sip first, nodding your head in agreement.

"Why are you drinking choco right now?" he asks.

"I have an idea."

"Okay?"

You put your finger into the cocoa. It isn’t hot anymore, just very warm. It feels comfortable around your finger.

"What are you doing?" he asks, watching you stir your finger in the cocoa.

"I wanna try something. Relax, it'll feel good", you say, meeting his gaze, "do you trust me, Kookie?"

"Yeah, I trust you", he says, eyes following your finger.

You pull it out and guide it to his nipple. Jungkook gasps with the first contact, back arching into your touch and eyelids fluttering.

"That's so warm", he rasps, fingers squeezing the cushion once.

"Yeah? Do you like it?" you ask him, rolling your finger over his nipple slowly.

"Yeah, a lot."

You pull back, eyes racing over his chocolate covered nipple. There is a droplet of cocoa covering the silver ball of his piercing. You place your hand on his chest and lower yourself, tongue darting out to lick it off.

"Darling", Jungkook gasps, chest lifting in a deep breath, "oh god", he exhales, chest sinking again and hips squirming on the cushion.

He tastes so good. Like chocolate and slightly like metal and most of all like Jungkook. You suck his nipple between your lips, flicking your tongue over it quickly.

Jungkook laughs breathily, right hand coming to rest on the back of your head and thighs trying to squeeze together. He fails, obviously, and ends up squeezing you with them. That doesn’t stop him from continuing. He keeps rubbing his thighs against your body as his nipple tingles in pleasure.

You release him with a slurp, lifting your head even if that makes his hand slip to the back of your neck. You lick your lips for his viewing pleasure, giving him a flirty smirk afterwards.

"And?" you ask him, "how's that for an idea?"

"A million outta ten, please don’t stop", he says, chasing you with an arch of his back.

"That's my boy. I love this, darling", you say, dunking your finger back into the warm cocoa. You wiggle it a few times to really coat it, then pull it out. You connect it with the same nipple again, rubbing slow circles on it and listening to Jungkook’s blissed sigh.

You plan on getting this nipple sensitive to the point of Jungkook wanting to orgasm and only then you plan on moving on to the other side. Knowing Jungkook and his incredibly sensitive nipples, it sadly won’t take long, but you don’t mind. You just have to drag out the play. You’re good at that shit.

You flick your tongue over his chocolaty nipple, holding him right under his armpit. Jungkook moans oh so sweetly, heavy eyes glued to your face and tummy tensing in pleasure.

"So yummy", you whisper, lifting yourself again for another round of cocoa. You know that Jungkook expected you to suck his nipple like you did before, but you like to keep him on edge. Dragging out the play, remember? Your sweet man will learn soon enough what he'll get from being such a dream.

Jungkook gasps loudly with the third round of hot chocolate, hand slipping from your neck to hold your waist instead.

"Baby, it feels so good", he squeaks out, making you lift your gaze to meet his droopy eyes.

He looks so fucked. Eyelids barely open, cheeks flushed and lips parted in quick pants.

"Yeah? It’s nice that it’s a little hot, isn’t it?" you ask him, taking his nipple between your thumb and pointer finger to roll it slowly.

"Yeah", he squeaks, chasing you desperately, "oh god, baby."

"Mhm, such a good boy", you praise, lowering your mouth to his swollen nipple. You keep it pinched between your fingers, flicking your tongue over the very tip of it.

Jungkook tilts his head back and moans, thighs squeezing you oh so desperately and fingers digging into your softness.

"Good boy, you’re so sensitive", you coo, giving his nipple a little kiss before lifting yourself again.

Jungkook is desperate, looking at you with a pout. One you ignore to cover your finger again and then rub his nipple with it. You manage to accidentally put too much, resulting in the hot chocolate to run down his pec. It stops around three inches below his nipple in a small, round droplet.

"Oops, put too much", you say in a chuckle.

"Hah", Jungkook retorts the laugh, sounding completely and utterly out of breath doing it. He most definitely did not hear what you just told him. He only laughed because you did. This man is not thinking anything, except that his nipple feels sensitive.

You connect your tongue with the droplet, dragging it up his strong pec to clean off everything. Once you reach his nipple, you slow down, pressing the flat of your tongue against it to grind. It moves his piercing under your tongue, makes his nipple swell and causes Jungkook to moan squeakily.

To make matters even more difficult for him, you decide that it was finally time for you to take him back between your lips. You suck on his nipple, basking in the whole body squirm it forces out of him.

"I wanna cum", he croaks, arching his back repeatedly while his thighs almost crush you from pressing together desperately.

You purr, sending vibrations through his nipple.

"Please", Jungkook begs, head hitting the armrest of the couch and hips bucking up against your tummy. His cock is rock hard.

"Mhhm", you moan and slip off, placing your hand right under his nipple and watching in delight as Jungkook squirms in desperation.

"You're so cute", you laugh, making him whine oh so desperately.

"Why did you do that?" he whimpers, hand coming to touch his own nipple, "oh god I wanna- ah!"

You just slapped his hand away. Hard and demanding. Jungkook peels his eyes open, gawking at you with parted lips.

"No touching. That’s my job", you order with furrowed brows, "understood?"

"Y-yes ma'am", Jungkook stutters, nodding his head vigorously.

"Good boy", you say, giving him a smile, "you're so adorable."

You put your finger back into the cocoa, coating it thoroughly before connecting it with his other nipple. It is finally time.

Jungkook moans and closes his eyes again, head falling back against the armrest and hands coming to hold your waist.

"That's nice isn’t it?" you coo, wrapping your lips around him afterwards to suck off the cocoa.

"Don't stop", he sighs as an answer, feeling a constant stream of warm pleasure run through his body. If you were to touch his cock right now, he would orgasm instantly. He feels so fucking charged. His nipples are so goddamn sensitive. The cocoa is so warm, your touch so skilled, your mouth so wet. Jungkook swears that he will actually pass out from how good it feels.

You lift your mouth again, blowing on his wet nipple. Goosebumps cover his skin instantly, a shiver runs down his spine. He arches his back, squeezing your hips between his thighs. The air feels so cold.

"Pretty. You look so pretty", you praise, sparkly eyes glued to his hard nipple. It’s so fascinating just how reactive it is to whatever you do to it.

You connect your newly covered finger with it, forcing a shaky sigh and a little whimper out of him. He pulls his brows into a deep frown, pouts to the point where his lower lip trembles, then parts them in another whimper.

"That feels so good, doesn’t it?" you taunt in a lowered voice.

"Yeah", he keens, nodding his head vigorously.

"Of course it does", you whisper, lifting your finger again. You place your hand right under his armpit again and lower your head. With puckered lips, you blow again, basking in the desperate squirm he does because of it.

Jungkook feels charged. He has always been a sucker for different temperatures. Ice cubes on his tummy, hot wax on his skin, warm lips around his cock, cold water between your heated bodies. He's always fucking loved how temperatures make him feel. But to have warm cocoa followed by cold air on his nipples almost makes him want to cry.

"This is so much", he groans, throwing his head back to the point where you can watch his throat move as he moans.

"Yeah? Just say the word and I'll stop", you say.

"Don't stop", he begs in a squeaky keen, "pwease bwaby."

You snicker, "I see baby voice is the right option here", you say, rewarding his cute butt by covering him in a new layer of warm cocoa.

"Oh god, seriously", he moans, arching his back, "it's so fucking good."

You flick your finger then lower yourself. His nipple is so swollen between your lips, feeling oh so hot against your tongue. You moan deliciously, sucking on it while your tongue dances around his piercing.

"Can I cum?" Jungkook begs, "pwease just a liddol?"

You snort, lifting your head again.

"First of all, baby talk is not gonna work on me and second of all, how are you planning on cumming just a little?"

"Just like once, like pew", he thrusts his hips once, "like a gunshot."

You laugh, "no?" you say.

"Please?" he pouts.

"No."

You wipe off his cute pout instantly by connecting your fingers with his other nipple for a change. Still charged from before, your touch sends the hottest pleasure through his body.

Jungkook closes his eyes and tilts his head back, moaning unapologetically.

"You're seriously so adorable, Kookie", you say, covering him in new cocoa, "even if you talk complete shit sometimes."

"Hey, I'm not- ah", Jungkook forgets what he wanted to say, shivering deeply as you flick your tongue against his nipple to clean off the cocoa.

"What's wrong?" you taunt.

"Seriously please", he whines, "why are you stopping again?"

You rub his other nipple, watching how he tenses his tummy and chases you with a thrust. His cock is so hard, stretching the fabric of his sweats to its limits. You lower the mug to the very tip of his clothed cock. The temperature is low enough that it won’t burn him, but still high enough that he will feel the change in temperature.

"Mistress", the pet name slips from his lips in a squeaky keen, followed by a shaky moan.

You draw circles on his tip with the bottom of the mug, rolling his nipple between your fingers as you do.

"Your cock’s so hard, Kookie", you coo.

"Gonna cum", he confesses in a barely there whisper, "please Mistress."

"Too bad", you rasp, lifting with your hand and the mug, "I wanted to play longer."

"Oh my god, can I please cum?" he whines loudly, looking at you with glassy eyes, "why are you edging me? I didn't do anything."

"Yeah you did."

"What? No I didn’t."

"First of all, manners. Brat. And second of all, you are the cutest man in existence, that’s enough."

"Please baby", he laughs desperately, "just wanna cum, please."

"Not yet. Get naked first."

Jungkook follows instantly. He scurries off the couch to take off his sweats and briefs. You do the same when he isn’t looking. Jungkook turns, eyes widening upon seeing your naked body.

"Holy fuck", he whispers, cock twitching from the view.

"Do you like it?" you ask him, sitting back down.

Jungkook falls to his knees before you, pressing himself against your shins while his hands come to hold your hips.

"I'm your slut. Seriously", he croaks, hard cock rubbing against your skin and eyes watering in desperation.

You giggle, "you're so cute", you gush, "why are you so cute, Googie?"

"Why are you so perfect?" he throws back, burying his face between your thighs. He groans, moving his head left and right as he nuzzles you deeply, "baby you are so perfect. Why?" he whines into you, making you giggle happily.

"Cute", you say, reaching down to ruffle his hair.

Jungkook lifts his head, gazing at you in complete and utter awe.

"Can I eat your pussy?" he begs.

"Ask me properly and you can", you say.

"Can I please eat you out, Mistress?"

"There we go. Yes, you can", you say, propping your feet up on the couch.

"Fuck", Jungkook hisses, eyes running over your exposed pussy, "you're so beautiful. Holy shit."

"Can you see how wet you make me? Mhm?" you taunt, wiggling your hips.

"Yeah…holy fuck I wanna taste you so bad", he croaks.

"I'm not stopping you."

Jungkook however turns to get one of the cocoa mugs. He lifts it to his lips and takes a gracious sip, swirling the liquid in his mouth for a few seconds before swallowing it.

You watch with a racing heart. You know exactly what he is doing.

Jungkook closes the distance between his mouth and your pussy. He connects his tongue with you, grinding it up and down your soaked folds. He is looking up at you, wanting to see your reaction. The cocoa warmed him up which results in his normally already warm mouth to feel a hundred times hotter on your pussy.

You chase him with a roll of your hips, fingers gripping the edge of the sofa.

He lifts his mouth, licking his lips.

"How was that?" he asks.

"Amazing."

"Did you feel the difference?"

You nod your head, "do it again."

Jungkook nods his head and takes another sip. He swirls it around for a bit and swallows it. Then he lowers his hot lips to your clit, eyes glued to it with hunger burning in them. He sucks on it, swirling his hot tongue over it. Just the tip. He makes sure to trace the parts which are the most sensitive.

"Fuck baby", you sigh, tilting your head back in bliss, "that’s so good. Don’t stop."

"It's so good. You taste so good", Jungkook says, covering his mouth in new warmth to pleasure your clit with it. Slow licks, fast swirls and needy sucks. He makes the very best out of the few moments where his mouth feels like fire on your sensitive pussy.

"Baby…" you sigh. You love it so much when he plays with temperature. There was this one time where he licked an ice cube before sucking on your nipples. The way you shivered because of it is still haunting you. Another time he used hot wax to cover your entire body. He was so rough that night. You still have weak knees because of it. And now this. Mouth hot and oh so wet because of the cocoa. Fuck, Jungkook feels like fucking heaven.

He moans softly and lifts his mouth again, caressing your thighs when this makes you squirm desperately. He knows that he edged you, but he had to stop. His mouth wasn’t hot enough anymore.

"That's so good", he croaks, taking a sip of the cocoa. The mug is empty and so he discards it on the coffee table before finally swallowing the liquid and lowering his skilled mouth to your pussy, "is good", he lulls, guiding his tongue through your folds until he reaches your clit, “so good...”

"Keep going…"

Jungkook places his strong hands on your hips, moaning around your clit in a sweet promise that he won’t ever stop. His cock aches for release and his nipples still feel on fire, but that doesn’t stop him from giving you his all. You always make him feel so fucking good for no apparent reason and he wants to give back. You deserve to feel as best as you can because of how giddy you make him feel.

He comes up for air, making up for the loss of sensations by rubbing your clit with two of his fingers. He places kisses on your inner thighs, eyes closed in bliss.

You writhe because of the change in sensation, “good boy, my good boy”, you sigh.

Jungkook kisses his way back to your pussy. He keeps his fingers on your entrance, massaging it in circular motions and with just enough pressure to make you feel electric. And while he does that, he connects his tongue with your clit, licking her in upwards motions.

“Kookie baby”, you croak, lifting your head to look down at him. Your eyes are droopy and half-lidded, your lips are parted in shaky moans. His eyes are closed, giving his pretty face such a tranquil look to it.

Seeing how pretty he looks when he is between your legs, makes the sensations he gives you a hundred times more intense. You reach down, running your fingers through his incredibly soft hair. He whimpers because of it, pressing himself closer. His fingers slip inside to his very first knuckle, giving you such a nice stretch.

“Kookie”, you moan happily, tugging on his hair as gently as possible. He opens his eyes, flustering in a squirm when he realises that you are looking at him.

"You're doing such a good job", you lull, giving him a drunken smile.

Jungkook mewls and sucks on your clit before lifting his head, “you taste so good”, he says with his lips all puffy and wet.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

You smile, running your hand down to his cheek, “you’re so cute”, you whisper, tilting his head up just enough that you can trace his lips.

Jungkook chases your thumb, sucking on its tip before you pull away again. He mewls, making you smile because of how cute he is.

“My hubby”, you breathe, taking his chin between two of your fingers, “you’re so pretty, like seriously.”

"___", he croaks, "you literally own me. No fucking joke. You own me", he adds, making you smile.

"Come here", you order.

Jungkook lifts himself. He begins moving his fingers on your pussy again and straightens up until he is face to face with you.

"Closer."

Jungkook obeys.

You purr, placing your hand around his throat.

"Mistress“, he whimpers, gulping heavily and fingers stuttering on your clit.

"Say it again", you order in a rasp.

"Mistress", he mewls.

"Nono. The thing before that."

"You fucking own me", he croaks and gulps when that makes you smirk.

"Yeah I do", you rasp, "fuck baby, keep doing that. Love how you touch me."

"I wanna fucking cum", he whines, "this is so hot."

“Yeah? You love touching my pussy, don’t you?”

“Yeah love making you feel good”, he mewls, eyelids fluttering in bliss when you press down on his veins as a little reward, “Mistress” he moans breathily, “ugn god”, he gets out, gulping under your harsh grip and tilting his head back just enough that you can see more of his throat.

“Kookie your fingers. Keep them moving.”

“Sorry”, he lulls, fixing his faltering rhythm, “sorry ‘s so hard. Feels so good.”

“I know baby, but it’s not that hard. Make me feel good and I’ll make you feel good in return, yeah?”

Jungkook nods his head and whimpers, squeezing his eyes shut, “Mistress”, he gets out. He draws circles on your clit, adding soft massages back and forth every now and then. He parts your folds as he does, massaging your entrance before returning to your clit again.

“There you go. That’s my boy”, you praise him, running your hand up his tummy and chest, “such a good boy, keep going”, you add in a sweet moan, placing your fingers on his left nipple.

“That’s unfair, please don’t do that”, he whines, looking at you with glassy eyes, “please don’t do that”, he whispers.

“Why not? You make me feel good, so I do it to you too”, you taunt, pinching and rolling his terribly sensitive nipple.

“Wan’…cum”, he breathes, arching his back, “plea…”

“And how’s that my problem?”

“Please. Is really, really hard”, he lulls.

You sneak a glance at his cock. Tip all heated and wet and veins throbbing in desperation. You feel your pussy clench because of it. His touch feels like paradise because of it, sending constant bolts of warmth through your body.

“I can see that”, you tease, placing your foot on his cock to rub it, “you’re so hard, baby.”

“Please Mistress”, he begs.

You grind your foot into his cockhead, eliciting a squeaky moan from him. He flinches with his entire body, hips chasing the pressure shakily.

“Cute”, you giggle, “you’re so cute”, you say, running your foot down his shaft.

“I’m begging you”, he croaks, spilling tears onto your hand still around his throat. They hit your skin in two droplets of warmth, leaving behind a cool shiver.

“Don’t cry babyboy”, you coo, “come sit on the couch, lemme take care of you.”

Jungkook does so with wobbly knees, pulling his legs up on the couch to cross them. He makes grabby hands at you, pouting oh so sadly. You climb atop his crossed legs, laughing when Jungkook tugs you closer roughly the second you were on top of him. His hands grab your butt, his glassy eyes race over your face.

“I’m dizzy”, he keens, “it’s your fault.”

You grab his cheeks between your fingers and move in closer, “good”, you whisper, kissing him afterwards.

Jungkook moans, wrapping his arms around your waist to press you closer. You chase him with a smooth roll of your hips. Your tummy presses against his', your pussy grinds against his cock.

“Fuck”, he whimpers into the kiss, deepening his hug to the point where you wonder if he wanted to crush you. He dances his hands up and down your sides as he cradles you, sending the nicest shivers down your spine. His skin is heated, melting right against yours.

Your clit is so sensitive. Grinding against his cock is making you want to crumble into a million pieces. You lift yourself a little more so you can grind your entrance against him too.

“Please”, he begs, right hand dancing over your butt just to disappear between your legs. He presses his fingers against your wetness to massage you slowly, brushing against his frenulum as he does.

“Please what?” you ask him with your voice shaking just slightly.

“Sink down please.”

“Like that?” you ask him, sinking down just enough that his tip breaches you. You lift yourself again afterwards. "Like that, mhm?",

“No. More”, he whines, “please.”

“You’re so cute”, you giggle, lowering yourself again.

Jungkook moves, pushing his cock into you with his fingers wrapped around it and his thumb pressed against your hole. He makes you shiver and twist his hair at the back of his head.

“Shit. Kook”, you get out.

Jungkook tilts his head back, lips brushing against yours and eyes opening slowly. They stay half-lidded, racing between your hazy ones. Then he smiles. Completely and utterly droopy, but filled with so much adoration.

You retort it, abandoning his hair to instead cup his heated cheeks. He moves your hips, thumb rolling slow circles on your hole as he does.

“Baby”, you moan, “holy fuck, my baby”, you croak, pulling him into a sloppy kiss.

Jungkook kisses you back, wrapping his arms around your upper back in synch with you finally bottoming out. Like this his pierced nipples are rubbing against your chest and his tummy grinds on your clit with each movement.

“Baby”, the kiss breaks because you needed to gasp, “holy fuck, Kook.”

“Yeah”, he rasps, placing his hand at the back of your head as he tightens his hug, “please don’t stop.”

“Don’t wanna stop”, you say, rocking your hips on him in a slow rhythm. You twist his hair again, “now fucking kiss me like you mean it.”

Jungkook kisses you deeply, moaning against your lips as your tongues dance with each other and your bodies connect in slow movements. He has no idea how he is still able to hold back. His cock feels like its on the most amazing fire ever. His nipples are pulsating in sensitivity, grinding against you over and over again. All he can think about is letting go and filling you up. And still he hasn’t yet. He seriously has no idea how he is doing that. It feels so good to be with you. To have you sit in his lap and rock your hips on him as you kiss him. Jungkook whimpers, cradling you against his body. You are so warm and soft. He wants to merge with you. You are so warm and soft.

“Oh god”, he lets out and sobs softly, “my darling”, he whimpers, cupping your cheek with his left hand while his right hand feels up your side as he hugs you oh so tightly.

“I know darling, I know. I feel it too”, you sigh, “your cock’s so perfect. ‘s making me feel so good.”

Jungkook sobs, pulling your forehead against yours.

“Don’t cry”, you whisper, wiping his tears away.

“I love you”, he croaks and squeaks, “oh god I, I love y-you”, he stutters, thrusting into you as best as the position allows him too.

Warmth fills you up and drips out of you instantly.

“Are you-“

“Yeah”, he interrupts you, shaking under you, “oh god, oh god, oh god. ___”, he sobs and begins chanting your name, squeezing you against him as he fills you up with his high. He is shaking so much and tensing his stomach, rubbing your clit right against it.

You squeeze your eyes shut, dropping your head against him. He is holding you, hugging you, cradling you. While his cock is filling you up. Holy fuck this is too good.

“Kookie, you’re making me cum”, you whimper, crumbling into a million pieces afterwards. You meet him in sloppy bounces on his cock, chasing the friction his tummy gives you and riding on the fiery pleasure of his cock.

Jungkook holds you through your shakes, feeling dizzy in happiness. This is his heaven. He is in paradise. Your pussy is so warm and tight, now filled with his cum. Jungkook swears that he doesn’t know a better sensation than this right now.

You come down with a shudder, dropping against him in a huff of air. Jungkook buries his face in the crook of your neck instantly, sucking the gentlest of hickeys to your skin. It tingles so nicely, making you feel so good as you float on your afterglow.

You don’t slip off, keeping him inside just to keep that deep warmth going for longer. Jungkook loves that you do. He feels so goddamn complete when he is with you like that.

“How was that?” he asks you.

“Like heaven?” you say and giggle, making him giggle too, “for you?”

“Same”, he giggles, giving your waist a little squeeze, “I’m so dizzy now.”

“Yeah same”, you squeeze him, “and a little cold.”

“Wanna share a blanky?” he asks.

“Yeah, let’s share a blanket”, you agree, reaching to your side to grab the blanket which very convinietly lies right there.

You throw it over your shoulder and with Jungkook’s help tug it behind his back so the two of you are all cocooned in. You lean into his chest with a content sigh, closing your eyes when he places a loving kiss on the tip of your nose.

“This was amazing”, he says.

“Yeah”, you agree, rubbing the tip of your nose against his cheek, “you smell so good”, you whisper.

“You too, baby”, he says.

Bang!

You and Jungkook scream up at the sudden loud bang against your window. And scream up again when a distorted figure presses its head against the glass. Jimin. His features may be hidden in darkness and foggy glass, but it’s him. You’d recognize him anywhere.

“Are you guys finally done?” he screams, nose squished against the window, “hellooo can you hear me?” he coos loudly.

“What the hell? Did he watch us fuck?” you mumble, snuggling closer to Jungkook to hide away. Not that you feel any kind of shame in being naked in front of Jimin. That man once waxed your butthole when you wanted to try it out (you hated it. It hurt like hell).

“What are you doing, man?” Jungkook calls out, still clutching you safely to your chest from getting scared before.

“Come outside you two lovebirds. The polar lights are out!” Jimin tells you, knocking on the glass again, “helloo???”

“Oh my god the polar lights”, you gasp, looking at Jungkook.

His eyes are widened in surprise, “we gotta go outside, darling”, he says.

“Yes, oh my god I can’t believe this is happening”, you squeal and hit his chest softly, “we’re coming Jimin! Wait for us!”

“Oh heard me? Nice”, Jimin’s grin is distorted by the glass, “get dressed, we’re waiting for you!”

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The Syndicate

Jungkook doesn't understand why you've chosen to train him as a rogue. He's never been a good liar. Now, as your second-in-command at Bangtan Thieves' Syndicate, he's worried about you... with good reason.

Pairing: Rogue!Jungkook x Rogue!Reader

WC: 3.8k

A/N: That's right, folks, we're coming back with a BTS D&D AU! Enjoy~

“Um… Seokjin?”

The druid turned away from what looked like a bowl of chopped mango. Juice dripped from his chin, his fingers, and somehow down the wall. “Oh, Jungkook. What’s up?”

Jungkook fidgeted with the sleeve of his new blue cloak. You had asked him to wear Bangtan Thieves’ Syndicate colors to increase the fledgling guild’s notoriety, but he didn’t understand how he could increase the notoriety of anything. “I was wondering, can you please go ask Y/n to get some sleep? I haven’t seen her Trance in…” Jungkook began counting on his fingers, but promptly gave up. “A while now. Elves still need to rest, Seokjin! And after what happened to Yoongi, I think she’s kind of, maybe, avoiding everyone? But she’d probably see you.”

Seokjin raised a curious brow. “Clearly, she’d see you too. Why don’t you tell her yourself?”

“Oh, well, I mean, it’s Y/n,” Jungkook chuckled nervously. You’re more stubborn than a mule on the best of days, and it was not the best of days. “I don’t think she’ll listen to me.”

Seokjin raised a brow. His current male form gave him a full head of height over the young elf, who swallowed nervously. “Jungkook, have you actually tried?”

Jungkook looked down at his feet. He’s never been the confrontational type, and even at seventy-five, he was young for an elf. You, twenty years his senior, tended not to take him seriously. “Er…Kind of? I’ve sighed in exasperation at her.”

“Okay, look. Go talk to her, see if she’ll take a break. If that doesn’t work, come get me. If that doesn’t work, well, she’s a big girl, Jungkook. She can take care of-” Seokjin paused. “She can make her own choices.” With that, Seokjin turned back to his mango. The changeling rarely took on a human form; Jungkook guessed the mess of fruit juice on Seokjin’s face was a result of eating with unpracticed lips and omnivorous teeth.

“Um, yeah, okay!”Jungkook retreated past the gates of the party’s current home, a mansion that had once belonged to Seokjin’s father, and began the long walk back to the seedier side of town. He hadn’t walked all this way just for the request, of course; You had sent him to scout out new safehouses which the Bangtan Thieves’ Syndicate could acquire in case something went wrong uptown –– for example, if anyone became suspicious that the wealthy Lord Kim was nowhere to be found and came knocking. Jungkook wasn’t exactly sure what to look for in a safehouse, and when he’d asked you, you’d waved your hand and blearily mumbled a “You’ll know.”

Well, Jungkook didn’t know. He was barely a rogue to begin with. You’ve grown up in this life, from the little he’d managed to glean of your childhood. Jungkook was nothing more than a village ranger before the party scooped him up.

As he walked, Jungkook’s thoughts turned to the first time he’d met you. You had terrified him at first, dressed as you were in all black and so heavily armed that you could have twisted chain mail out of your daggers. All that, and you’d still managed to sneak up on him while Jungkook was out tracking down a goblin hideout.

He crept through the woods, navigating with landmarks invisible but to expert eyes. A tree knot here, a beehive there, and the smell in the air… he was closing in. His footsteps felt lighter than feathers on the mossy forest floor.

Then something… happened. A brush of wind in the wrong direction, the sharp scent of metal where there’d been none. He spun to find himself face-to-face with the point of a rapier borne by a hooded figure. Jungkook froze; was he going to die? He had nothing on him to entice a mugger. There had been a spate of thefts in the past weeks –– it was why he was tracking the goblin hoard.

“Where’s the entrance to the dungeon?” The figure barked, a shining green eye all he could see of your face. Jungkook was quaking in his boots when three men approached.

“Y/n, we talked about this,” a broad-shouldered man said, hand on the hilt of his greatsword.

“I told you to stop giving my name out to strangers, Taehyung,” the figure hissed.

The tallest of the group, a spellcaster of some kind, waved down your weapon as he stared closely at Jungkook, who gulped. “Why would he know anything? He’s a kid. Honestly, Y/n, he near about pissed himself. He’s not getting close to the Souls’ Map Dungeon.”

“H-Hey!” Jungkook squeaked, finally finding his voice. He was not about to piss himself. “I’m not a kid. You’re the ones that can’t find a silly dungeon, and now with all that noise you’ve let the whole forest know you’re here.”

“He’s right,” the firbolg druid in the back chirped. “I can sense evil. Maybe we should-”

Branches exploded above Jungkook’s head as the giant spiders dropped.

The elf shuddered at the memory. Six months ago, he never could have imagined he’d belong to an adventuring party like the ones of legend, the kind he’d only read about. And when he’d met you and learned of the horrors you’d endured… he could hardly imagine he’d find himself in the very city from which you’d fled.

He soon returned to the new headquarters of Bangtan Thieves’ Syndicate. The rest of the party tolerated your legally questionable profession and helped out where it benefited them, but they also kept their distance. Meanwhile, either you’d taken a liking to Jungkook or considered him especially disposable –– Jungkook had yet to learn which –– and you preferred to keep him around.

Jungkook found you exactly where he had left you that morning, glued to your desk and scribbling wildly, your quill rapidly shifting between sheets of code and blueprints, letters and lists.

“Y/n, I-”

“Next time, be quieter coming up the stairs,” the rogue replied without looking up. “The fourth step is loose, you should know that by now.”

Jungkook shrunk into the corner, pressing his lips together. “Sorry.”

“S’fine. You’re getting better. What did you need?”

“Well, I was thinking-”

“Oh, could you send this with one of our runners?” You interrupted, throwing what looked like a rock at Jungkook’s head. He yelped in surprise, and then felt even more surprised when he actually caught the thing. It was lighter than it looked. “It’s hollow,” you continued without drawing breath, almost slurring your words together, and Jungkook couldn’t help but notice how pale you looked. “A message for the leader of Kreta’s Port. And-”

“Y/n, slow down.”

“Let me finish. Those newcomers need training before they can start pickpocketing or we’ll lose them before we’ve finished recruiting. Right, and I need to run an errand, want to come?” “Yes- I mean, wait- I mean, Y/n!” The name came out much louder than intended, and Jungkook could feel his cheeks flush as you finally lowered the quill and looked up at him. Your green eyes never faltered in intensity, and Jungkook swallowed. “Y-You’ve been working nonstop. You need to rest. Just for a short while. I’m really worried about you.”

“Worried about me?” You stood from your desk and Jungkook’s sharp ears picked out the sound of your sore joints popping. He took a step back as your tone shifted to exasperation. “By the Nine Hells, Jungkook, the last thing I need is someone else worrying about me.”

At this, Jungkook grit his teeth, his nerve returning to him. “That’s the stupidest thing I’ve ever heard.”

Your eyes flashed dangerously. For just a moment, the shadows at your feet seemed to darken. “What?”

Oh, he was gonna die, wasn’t he? But Jungkook could hardly back down now –– he needed you to understand. “You haven’t slept,” he continued, working to keep the squeak out of his tone. “I’ve barely seen you eat. You’re the one who told me that a tired rogue is a dead rogue, and if that’s true, you’re only alive in spite of yourself. Maybe if you t-took better care of yourself, we wouldn’t have to worry about you! Maybe if you had actually slept this week, you would have had better control! Maybe you wouldn’t have-'' No. Jungkook cut himself off, blinking hard. He wouldn’t go there. Yoongi had recovered.

Unfortunately, it seemed it was too late. You were quiet, far too quiet as you crossed the room and walked right up to him. For a brief moment, Jungkook thought you might attack him. When you at last raised your hand, he flinched, only to see that you weren’t holding a knife. You were… pointing.

At the door.

“Get out,” You said quietly.

Jungkook’s heart dropped. “Y/n, I’m sor-”

“Didn’t you hear me, Jeong?” your voice was louder now, unwavering. “I think I told you to leave.”

The pause which followed felt more like a dare. Would he stay? Would you let him?

Clenching his fist, Jungkook finally broke from your gaze to see your knees trembling slightly. Exhaustion? Anger? He could never tell with you.

“...Fine. I’ll go.” He waited for a beat, hoping you’d call him back, but instead you simply stood there. The silence was eerie, and your expression… Jungkook shivered as he left the room, closing the heavy door behind him. What could he do for you? How could he make you see that you’d fall apart at that rate? Why didn’t-

Thump. It was a muffled sound, barely audible even to Jungkook’s keen senses. It sounded far too much like a type of thump he was quite familiar with –– that of a body hitting the floor –– and it was coming from the room he’d just left.

“Y/n?” He called out before slapping his hand over his mouth –– idiot, you were going by an alias here. You were the sister of the most thief king in the city, Jung Hoseok, and you refused to associate your guild with his. Here, you weren’t Y/n L/n. You were Ava Echosong, queen of Bangtan Thieves’ Syndicate. “I mean- are you alright?”

Silence. You could be ignoring him, or… A pit began to form in Jungkook’s stomach. Surely, you wouldn’t be so malicious as to trick him. You’d understand the severity of that thump. Jungkook approached the door, knocking lightly. “Just say something, okay? I’ll-” he swallowed. “I’ll leave you alone, but tell me you’re alright.”

The following silence was the same as it had been, but to Jungkook’s rising anxiety it seemed much more nefarious now. He tested the handle –– you had yet to lock the door.

“I’m… I’m coming in,” Jungkook announced with a touch of desperation in his tone. You couldn’t fault him, right? Any decent rogue would check on their thief king.

Actually, you’d probably say something like the best rogues kill their kings. But he was far from a good rogue.

Except when he pushed on the door, it didn’t move. What? The door wasn’t locked, that was for certain, yet… he pushed harder, this time feeling it shift, and he was able to peek through the new gap in the doorway. His field of vision was limited, but all he needed to see was right before his eyes: Your hand, resting limply on the floor.

Jungkook’s heart dropped. “Oh, gods…”

He angled his shoulder against the door and shoved. Luckily, your lithe frame wasn’t too heavy or muscular, and he was able to push the door open without much resistance from your body. As soon as he wriggled through the gap in the door, Jungkook fell to his knees in front of the older rogue.

Your normally warm olive skin tone had been drained of blood. Your jaw, usually tightly clenched, hung slightly slack, and your shadow seemed to be leaking a particularly nefarious darkness.

“Gods… okay. Okay, okay.” With one hand, Jungkook swung the heavy door shut again. It would do you no good for any of your new recruits to see you in a weakened state. The other hand was feeling for your carotid, searching for a pulse. Your skin was hot to the touch, and yet dry. Your pulse was faint, but Jungkook didn’t care, because at least it was there. At least it was something.

Still, you were much too warm. Jungkook hesitated for a second before unclasping the raven-feather cloak clipped around your neck, and pulling the cowl off your head. As the cloak fell away, You were left in your usual black shirt and pants. Your jet-black hair had grown down to your ears and was streaked with blood and soot. When had you last washed it? In spending half his time in a mansion in the Kim Mansion and the other half with you in the slums, Jungkook realized as he reached into his bag for a waterskin, he was in the unique position to note that both manners of living were intolerable.

Careful to support your neck, Jungkook held your head up as he placed the waterskin to your barely open lips. He cursed on seeing the water he tipped out dribble down your chin, with hardly any entering your mouth. He didn’t want you to choke, but you needed hydration. With a firm hand pulling down on your mandible, Jungkook opened your mouth, poured in some water, and massaged your throat to help you swallow. To Jungkook’s building dread, while you did swallow down the water, you didn’t awaken. He laid your head down on his lap to keep it elevated before burying his face in his hands, heart racing. What else could he do? A healing potion? He had one left. But it wasn’t like you were injured, and if she had collapsed from fatigue, as Jungkook suspected and feared, he wasn’t certain the potion could do anything to help. It might even hinder your recovery to be forced awake. What if, though, you were ill? Then you’d need a healer, or magic, some sort of purging spell. Jungkook had nothing on hand, not even a sending stone to send for Seokjin, or Taehyung’s strength, Namjoon’s smarts –– Jungkook couldn’t do anything right, not even walk quietly, useless, useless ––

You’re spiraling again, your voice echoed in his head, so suddenly his eyes flitted to your face on the assumption you’d woken up. But no, you stayed limp on his lap, so still Jungkook could scarcely sense your heartbeat. Deep breath. What’s the first step?

The young elf swallowed. He had checked that your heart was beating, and confirmed you were still breathing. First step done.

You were clearly dehydrated. You’d gotten some water, so that was the second step. But you needed more. And a cold compress to combat that fever. Step three.

“Y/n,” Jungkook murmured, carefully lifting the rogue’s head off his legs. “I need you to stay here- not that you can go anywhere, that is, I just meant- I’ll be right back, okay?” Jungkook was on the verge of standing when he heard a voice that made him jump.

“Need something?”

“Gah!” Jungkook whipped around, instinctively reaching for his sword. For the first time, he saw a man standing in the corner of your office. Jungkook was sure he’d never seen the human before, but at the same time he looked vaguely familiar, his features too generic to place. “Who are you?” Jungkook asked, shifting into a protective stance before your body. “How did you get in?”

“Don. Donathan?” The man shrugged. “I’ve been here the whole time.”

The whole- so when you fell unconscious, this stranger was in the room with her? What had he done?

Jungkook was nervous. But you were laying at his feet, which didn’t make him less nervous, as much as it did raise the stakes tremendously. You already know how. You’ve done it before. Jungkook worked to mold his features, let his face relax into the cold stare he often saw on your face and those of the killers you’d confronted, and with his thumb flicked his rapier barely loose of its sheath. “It’d be in your best interests to explain what exactly you’re doing here.”

The man, Donathan, didn’t move or change his neutral expression. “I was delivering a message to Echosong. Or… Y/n, I guess? Wait, Y/n, like the kid sister Jung Hoseok? She’s back?”

“Who sent you? Another guild?”

Donathan released a long-suffering sigh. “Echosong did. Jungkook, we’ve met. I’m in Bangtan.”

Jungkook’s brow’s furrowed. “I’d have remembered you. I was part of the recruitment team.”

The human then nodded at the desk, and Jungkook followed the movement. On your desk was a full roster of new BTS members and approved messengers. Fourth on the list of recruits, written in the Thieves’ Cant you’ve only just taught Jungkook to read –– Donathan Joe. Brown hair and eyes, tan skin. Nondescript. Start him as messenger - potential as spy.

The description fit the man to a tee. “I - fine. Okay. Don’t tell anyone what’s happened here, alright?” Jungkook said tightly. Your reputation was on the line.

Donathan shrugged. “Aight. Want more water for Echosong? So you don’t have to leave?”

Jungkook paused. You had clearly thought you could at least somewhat trust the man. “Fine.”

As Donathan left, Jungkook slid back down to the floor to sit beside you. Your cheeks were still hot to the touch, though cooler than before. And you were no closer to waking. If this wasn’t Donathan’s nefarious doing, then you must’ve collapsed from exhaustion.

“Gods and devils, Y/n,” Jungkook muttered at the elder rogue. “What are we going to do with you, hm? The one time since I’ve met you that we can relax, ‘cause for once no one’s trying to kill us, and you’re working harder than ever? You don’t have to push yourself like this, you know. Don’t you know we’re all-” he paused. “Some of us are worried about you?” He was talking quickly now, staring at his hands, his high elf ancestry making his skin far paler than your wood elf tone. “If you’re worried about spending your Trance with a bunch of thieves, I’m here. I can keep watch over you, if you’d trust me. Which… I dunno. Maybe you don’t. But your work, it’s not that much if we split it up. You’ve built this guild for a reason, right, Y/n? To be together, to have a group, to be stronger. Part of something. We can help, if you ask us. I wish you’d ask us. I’d help you. I know, I’m a mess at all the paperwork, and-” Here, Jungkook broke off and chuckled- “I really don’t understand the important facets of syndicate safe houses, but I can learn. You’re a good teacher, if a scary one. Really scary, sometimes. Anyways. Y/n, you know you’re not alone, right? I get it if, after everything, you might feel that way. But we don’t. And we need you. So, uh, wake up, okay? If you’re going to pass out, beds are way more comfortable.” With a tentative hand, Jungkook reached out and shook your shoulder gently. “C’mon, wake up.”

Nothing. It had been about ten minutes since you had lost consciousness now, and that was a dangerously long time for Jungkook’s comfort. You were still breathing, but for how much longer? He shook a bit harder, his tone lapsing into its old nervous squeak as his anxiety heightened and desperation rose in kind. Elves didn’t pass out like you had unless something was wrong - an injury, fatigue, or poison of some kind. Jungkook raised his voice.

“Y/n, please wake up, I still have to beat you in a duel. I’ll even aim like you taught me. Seriously, please…”

And then came a voice, as raspy as he’d ever heard it, and yet it was music to his pointed ears.

“Won’ help.”

“Y- oh, Y/n!” Jungkook almost swept the wood elf up into a hug before stopping himself. “You’re okay!”

You blinked, your eyes not quite focused. Though you were awake, your head didn’t move from the floor. More worryingly for Jungkook, your pupils were dilated unevenly. “Mmno. Ev’rthin’s wiggly. And you look like Jungkook.”

“I am Jungkook.”

“Oh. hi.”

“Hi.” Try as he might, Jungkook couldn’t contain his un-roguelike grin. “I was really worried about you.”

“M’sorry.” You blinked hard to clear your eyes or mind, but Jungkook could see you were still having trouble. “Didn’t mean t’worry you.’

“Please, don’t apologize.” Jungkook could feel his humor returning as his lungs inflated with relief. “Apologize for working yourself half into the grave, if anything.”

“Mm.”

“That doesn’t count as a sorry.”

“Jungkook?”

“Yes, Y/n?”

“I think I could use a nap.”

Oh, thank the gods. “You have a cot in here, right?”

“S’folded by my desk. Never use it.”

Jungkook rose, located the cot, and quickly unfolded it, patting out the pillow for you. “Can you walk?”

He could see your muscles strain for a moment, almost feel you try to rise out of sheer willpower, before you collapsed back onto the old oak planks. “No. M’sorry. S’real dumb.”

“Hey, don’t-don’t worry about it.” Jungkook stooped and with one arm under your legs and the other supporting your neck, carried you ten feet to the thin cot. He could see your eyes start to flutter closed the minute your body touched the scratchy wool cover. Still, he could tell you were fighting to stay conscious. “Y/n.”

“Mm?”

“You’ve earned your rest. I’ll keep watch. I promise.”

There was a long pause, so long he thought you’d lost consciousness again, before he barely heard your quiet voice. “Okay.”

Within minutes, the room was silent save for the breathing of two elves. Jungkook’s own vague meditation as he watched you fall into a Trance was broken by a knock at the door. When he swung it open, there stood Donathan. It took a conscious effort on Jungkook’s part to remember why he was there and who the man was. Everything about this human was terrifyingly neutral. Donathan wordlessly passed an icy compress and fresh waterskin to Jungkook before nodding a goodbye. It was as if the moment he faded from view, he turned fuzzy in Jungkook’s memories. Strange man.

Back at your side, Jungkook gently wiped your face with the icy cloth. As he leaned over to daub water on your burning cheeks, he heard a whisper that made his own face flush, so faint he might well have imagined it.

“Thank you, Jungkook.”

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Rid, hi it’s me dream girl and since you’re back suddenly my dreams are back hehe.

So I have no idea about this one lmao but I had this dream that BTS was in my country. Like?? They were just here with no official schedule ig?? And they needed a place to stay, so my family offered our home and we moved into our other family home (which is currently vacant and two roads away from the home we offer them, so that we can be nearby in case they need anything, y’know)

Anyway, they do their thing because we’re not in their business and we do ours and I’m suddenly at my little cousins swimming school watching her practice (spoiler alert, the other kids suck and she’s very good -this is fictional, they’re all good🫣)

Anyway I get this call and Namjoon is looking for me and I’m like??? Okay and I go to the house and they’re having like a meeting at my dining room table and he’s like “we need someone to assist us while we’re here can you be our assistant for this trip?” And I’m like (Debbie Ryan radio rebel meme) “yes, sure. No problem.”

Here’s the thing, these lovely boys are DEMANDING. Jungkook needs new Birkenstocks ordered because he forgot his at a pool before they got here AND he wants them to be worn in??💀💀 I vaguely remember the other demands being like admin stuff and paper work but y’know how fuzzy dreams get after you wake up.

So anyway I’m done for the day and I leave their (my) house and go back to the other family home and our family has people over there and it’s packed and busy and we’re bonding with family for a while ig AND THEN JUNG HOSEOK COMES STORMING IN AND TELLS ME THAT NAMJOON HAS BEEN CALLING ME FOREVER AND I HAVENT PICKED UP and suddenly I panicked because I didn’t hear my phone ring?

So I’m pulling my phone out my bag but it’s not my phone it’s like an android ig (hell even dream me said no to android, wow okay) and then I pull out another android?? And I’m like “not mine” and then another and then FINALLY my own phone and I have zero missed calls but I’m still panicking because who wants to see Kim Namjoon mad (it’s me, I do tbh) but anyway I rush with Hobi and we’re at the other house and Namjoon is like “I need you to make a few YouTube accounts for me.” And I’m like???? Okay??? I have like two student email addresses and a fan email address for Justin Bieber from my youth, I guess those would suffice.

So he follows me into my brothers room that one of them are occupying and we’re suddenly laying down on the bed, shoulder to shoulder and he’s watching me make these accounts (idk, idk) but we fall asleep.

Anyway when I wake up, they’re all gone NO NOTE NO NOTHING WOW THANK YOU TANNIES and then I just start cleaning up and my neighbour tells me how exciting it was to live next door to them for a while, like she caught glimpses of them near windows and stuff (they didn’t leave the house???)

I’m like “oh wow okay” and then I continue to clear up and stuff and my aunt’s car comes pulling up into my driveway and she says she can’t deal with those boys because they keep arguing over silly things and I’m like???? And she’s like “yes, those BTS boys who came to stay at the house this morning”

My uncle pulls up after her and is upset about the same thing lmao but anyway they sit in the house and I’m panicking now because why are they there and why are they arguing about silly things so I need to drive over and see. (Now that I’m writing this I realise that dream me should’ve just walked lazy b*tch)

The problem with driving over is that I need to pull out two cars to get to my own car so I do so with the first car and then the second car is like one of those Ford Rangers and I am in a rush and only looking at the rear camera as a reference for pulling out when BAM 💥 I HIT THE TENANTS CAR AND SUDDENLY REMEMBER WE HAVE A RENTER ON THIS PROPERTY.

I tell my family I REALLY didn’t see the car like fr fr and they’re like “he parks shit anyway” and they tell me to go see the BTS boys and sort out whatever it is that’s going on. So I get into my car finally and notice like half of the tenants car flung forward (yikes) and I pull out the driveway BUT THEN MY HOUSE ALARM WENT OFF IRL AND I WAS PRETTY SURE SOMEONE TRIED BREAKING IN BUT THE SENSORS PICKED THEM UP and I woke up and the security service called me to find out what it was but it was just a fat cat I guess so I never got to find out why the boys were here; why they needed YouTube accounts; if Jungkook’s Birkenstocks came and were worn in; what the h*ck was I doing with all those androids; why did they move to the other house and what happened when the tenant saw his car 😅

awwh dreamgirl, they returned with me ?! 😭 and such an adventurous one, too, i'm honoured !!!

first of all, i'm jealous of your mind, bc the things you dream of are so beyond insane lmfaooo they're so funny, elaborate and detailed and the fact that you remember everything is so admirable !!!!

this dream... gdi, i love how all over the place it is 🤣 the debby ryan face, help !! tbh, your dream self was so dang respectful, bc you didn't disturb them or anything and only just went to their place when they called. their assistant? sounded so cool until you realised how hard to deal they were, huh 😭

ALSO DREAMGIRL, WHAT'S YOUR PROBLEM WITH ANDROID, I'LL FIGHT !!! (no jk, you know i love you <3) namjoon mad? you remember how he always clenches his jaw or raises one of his brows when he's angry? yeah... yeah i think i know what you mean :')

A FAN EMAIL ADDRESS FOR JUSTIN BIEBER USJAHDGJKADFHGKGSLD screaming 😭 but do you ever like, find out why he needs those youtube accounts anyway? 🤨

the diverging opinions of your neighbour and your aunt, though 😭 it must be nice catching glimpses of bts doing stuff, but once you can actually HEAR them, it's probably over for your mentality, those boys are so endearingly annoying 🤣

dreamgirl, do not let boys cloud your mind. if you do, you will crash into someone's property – lesson learned! thankfully, the guy parks shitty. at this point, you could genuinely write a crack fic based on your dream (jk. unless......)

also, hhhh, the way i was gonna say "your alarm went off bc your renter wreaked havoc, since you know... you destroyed his car 🙄" LMFAO no but, why am i so fixated on the youtube accounts, like i would've loved to find out why he needed those 😭 the androids... cmon just dream you trying to tell you how GREAT androids are *nods nods*.

no seriously, it's such a delight to read about your dreams bc they're whole ass stories and i enjoy laughing about them so much 😭 i love your brain and i love what it can conjure. honestly can't wait for your next one, bc i genuinely (once again) laughed out multiple times reading this :')

#we should all read this #notes for rid 🌹#dreamgirl anon 💭#long ask

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