Korea goes into an uproar when its announced that its faceless King, Kim Namjoon, likes men and only men. In an effort to get him married off, his grandmother holds a competition in which the winner will become the King's spouse. Korea's gay men gather to win over the King's heart, but from just one look Namjoon feels himself drawn to one particular candidate, Kim Seokjin.

"Let me get this straight. Your paying Taehyung- the schools fuckboy and playboy- to give you sex lessons?" "I don't want to be clueless about this stuff anymore Hyung." "He's going to eat you alive." In which Jungkook wants his innocence gone and Taehyung is the right person to help him get rid of it. *Smut Warning*

"I could be the greatest fuck of your life, give you the most unforgettable night, dick you down like your life depended on it while saying a silent prayer that you can at least move when you wake up. All you have to do is say the magic word." His hands laid firmly atop my waist as he eagerly waited for my answer. The lust in his eyed was eminent and inconcealabe, a quick glint of raw, primal desire flashing by occasionally. No doubt the same could be reflected in my eyes as well. It was no secret that I wanted this man and that he wanted me, hell he even said it in the most sincere yet sexiest way ever. He was on my mind from since I met him and will probably occupy a great deal of space there for some time to come, why not fill that space with reality instead of fantasy? With one last thought running through my mind, I lifted my head staring dead into his eyes and let the word float from my lips. The lips that held the answer to all his life's problems. The lips that would soon become his undoing.The lips that uttered his 'magic word' that only I knew would stir him up in a way no one else could. "Daddy."

"Did you wear that for me?" He smirked. Admittedly I did. I knew he was gonna be here tonight. I nodded and he crashed his lips onto mine.