Your Majesty {NamJin}

nineteen

"Jungkookie!"

Sura called for her servant, whom she hired for the time that she would be in the south. She reclined in a soft, red velvet couch, running her bare feet along the fabric and enjoying its soft touch. She yawned lazily,  and didn't bother to get up when Jungkook entered the room, bowing to her.

"Yes, my lady," he respectfully responded, keeping his head down.

"Did you bring the fruit I sent for?"

"Of course, my lady," he said, closing his eyes for a brief moment, then letting the light enter his vision again.

"Bring them here," Sura gently commanded. Going off to do as he was told, Jungkook raced down the steps to meet the general and fruit baskets he left at the door.

"Jimin hyung, I haven't told her about you yet. You can wait in the living room, I'll bring her down."

"Alright then," Jimin squealed, happy to see his girlfriend again. He scurried over to the couch and sat there, impatiently waiting for the one he loved. Shaking his smile-inscribed head, Jungkook walked back upstairs, thinking about how his favorite hyung would never change.

After much coaxing and pleading, Sura finally went downstairs upon Jungkook's request. She took her sweet time in doing it too -- torturing the young man in an ocean of anticipation. When she finally went downstairs to see Jimin, she gasped in surprise, not expecting to see the general in the south so soon.

It wasn't exactly a good shock, but she feigned happiness for the time being.

"Jimin-ah!" she screamed, running over to him and holding him tight. He laughed and did the same, kissing Sura's lips over and over again.

"Why are you dressed like this?" Sura observed, pulling slightly on Jimin's simple robe.

"Ah, the stupid king sent me on a mission. I don't want to draw attention to myself," he replied. "I miss you."

Jimin's attempt to change the subject didn't make any difference. If Jimin is here, Sura figured, then that means troops are probably down here too. I need to finish this, and quickly.

"Love...let me run to my room and get something. I'll return soon, okay?"

"Come back quickly," Jimin breathed, voice covered in a husky lust. "I need you."

Sura's undergarments immediately flooded upon hearing Jimin's desire-soaked utterances. She immediately ran upstairs and entered a long hall, aiming for the third door farthest down on the right. Once there, she opened the door and closed it behind her.

In front of her was a table covered in bottles of expensive wine; pictures of Jimin, Chomin and even Jungkook; a small necklace with a bell dangling off the chain; and a full flagon of poison. She hid the pictures of Jungkook and Chomin, and stored away the flagon of toxicity, then ran back downstairs to meet her lover.

Jungkook had gone into the kitchen to make dinner, so the supposed "lovebirds" couldn't do anything in the living room. Upon return, Sura grabbed Jimin's hand and pulled him back upstairs into the nearest room -- a bathroom with a porcelain tub and ivory-colored walls.

"Sura-yah," Jimin grunted, leaning back against the counter and moaning when he felt Sura's hand reach down to a certain place. His cock raised itself upon arousal, poking through the man's underwear.

"Fuck," he grunted again, flipping their positions and pushing Sura against the counter.

Enjoying the roughness, Sura engaged in a battle of tongues with Jimin while he undressed her. Fully naked, Sura clung onto Jimin for warmth while he undressed himself as well.

"In the tub, Su-Su," Jimin whispered, sending chills down Sura's spine. Letting her guard down fully, Sura obeyed Jimin's command and turned on the water pipe. She submerged herself into the tub, moaning at how perfect the temperature was -- warm, but just on the brink of hot.

Jimin entered the tub as well, planting kisses all over Sura's neck and chest. A moaning mess, Sura lightly pushed Jimin back, making him stop mid-kiss.

"Let me do it this time, Jimin-ah," she murmured, getting up from underneath Jimin. The young man relaxed in the water, sitting back as Sura opened herself up.

"Ready, Jimin?"

"Ready, love."

With that, Sura lowered herself onto Jimin's cock and bounced up and down on it.

"Ah, god," Jimin growled, throwing his head back and moaning. Sura's passage wrapped around his cock almost perfectly, and the feeling was euphoric. He couldn't help but thrust up a little, and gently rub Sura's hips as they rolled on him.

Sura's moans became breathless as her body met Jimin's countless times. If it weren't for the water, one would be able to hear sounds of skin slapping to accentuate the love noises being made. Sura continued to throw herself back onto Jimin, barely able to stand the pleasure.

"Yes, Sura! Oh fuck, that's so good..."

"J-Jimin! Ahh!"

Suddenly, Jimin grabbed Sura's thighs and held onto them, bringing her ability to move to a halt. Sura sat there on her knees in a confused manner until Jimin got onto his knees and pushed her to the edge of the tub.

Sura spread her legs farther, now placing her weight on the rim of the tub to lean against it. Jimin grabbed her hips and used them as reins to thrust in and out of Sura at almost inhumane speed.

She screamed, arching her back and pounding on the flat edge of the tub. Barely able to think straight, she reached down with one hand to rub her clitoris, bringing her even closer to release. Jimin uttered a few rough "ohhs and "ahhs" before pulling out and releasing all over his lover's back. She came a second later, moaning Jimin's name.

"Well..." Jungkook muttered, stirring a pot of pork and vegetable soup he made to go with rice. His mind raced in vain, trying to get away from what he just heard. All he could return to, however, was the final scream Sura made before her orgasm. It echoed painfully in his head; it bounced back and forth in his mind, along with a memory he had created with Sura just the day before.

"Lady Yang, where would you like these?"

Jungkook had run the weekly food errand, buying milk, eggs and rice. He knew that Sura was a picky woman -- she wanted everything to be just so. He didn't mind at all; it an observation he made when he first began work with Sura, and he adapted to her tastes rather quickly. He even grew to like her a bit -- even if he wouldn't admit to it.

"Just on the table, Jungkook," she said, watching as the boy placed the food on the table she asked for. She noticed his built core, his strong, chiseled arms, his muscled legs. She wanted to feel those arms, touch those legs, and put a certain thing between her own legs.

"You've been such a help, Jungkookie," she said, approaching the boy. He smiled in her direction, blushing a bit as she placed a seemingly friendly hand on his shoulder.

"It's no problem," he replied, beaming. Happily accepting the praise, he went about putting the food away. As he did, Sura slowly followed him. He appeared not to notice, and even if he did, he probably didn't mind. He probably just thought she was supervising. He probably thought nothing of it.

He probably didn't expect the kiss on his cheek from Sura.

After seeing the surprised look on his face, she began to slowly regret her actions -- rather, she appeared to regret her actions. She enjoyed every second of that small kiss, but she couldn't show that. She began to apologize and look away in mock shame, but all Jungkook saw was a lonely woman with a longing for love. And he was willing to give her a chance.

"She lost that chance before she even had it."