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Despite Everything

Author: JoonYoongBlue

Pairing: Jimin x Reader, Jungkook x Reader

Word Count: 1.5K

Warnings: A touch of angst, no real warnings for this one. 

Synopsis: It takes more than just love to make this marriage work in this idol au.

Notes: This one turned out shorter than I would have liked, but I promise the next one is longer. 

Part 4

I woke up to a pair of strong arms holding me from the back. I didn’t know what time it was, but I could tell it was early. With eyes closed I turned around to face Jimin and placed my head right under his chin, wrapping my arms around him and inhaling his scent. It’s crazy how just one day apart made me miss him so much. Thinking back on the events of yesterday with Jungkook made me upset, but my husband was here so I felt much better.

I started giving him butterfly kisses on his neck, tracing them up to his jaw and then down again to his collar bone. He stirred and opened his eyes, but I didn’t stop. “Good morning baby.” He said in his husky morning voice. I traced my kisses to give him a soft peck on the lips, “Good morning love. I missed you yesterday.” Going back to his neck, I soon trailed the kisses over to his shoulder.

“I’m sorry I got home so late. And I forgot to text you when I was on my way back, sorry. I know you hate that.”

I hummed on his skin, letting him know that yes, I did hate it when he didn’t let me know when he was on his way home when he’s out late. I worried anything could happen. He tilted my chin up and looked me in the eyes, “Forgive me?”

I nodded. He then returned my kiss from earlier and softly placed his lips on mine. Backing out he gave me another look, “Baby you look so sad. Did you really miss me that much?”

I stared back at him. “Well yes… but actually I’m a little upset about something else too.”

“Oh? What about?”

“Well…” Was it a good idea to even tell him? I told him everything, there’s no secrets in our marriage. But for some reason I was hesitant. I didn’t really know how he would react. I’ve never had to tell him that someone was rough with me, and it being Jungkook I don’t know if it made it better or worse. Jimin waited patiently for my answer.

“Jungkook was just a little mean to me yesterday. I don’t think he meant it though, they were all drinking.” I whispered. I definitely sugar coated it, but at least I told him. I won’t have guilt from it. But I didn’t tell him about the time he grinded his bulge on me. I shook that little thought out of my head and focused on the conversation at hand.

His eyes narrowed a little, “How mean?”

“Mean enough to hurt my feelings, but not enough for me to hold it against him. I’m fine. It’s just you not being there yesterday probably made it seem worse than it actually was. I think that’s why I was so down.” I said as I drew circles on his chest with my finger.

He let out a sigh and tightened his arms around me, “I’m even more sorry now. I don’t want you to ever feel that way. I’ll talk to Jungkook okay?”

I nodded then proceeded to place my head under his chin again. We fell asleep for about another hour until it was decided we should get up. It was Sunday morning and Jimin wanted to make up for the fact that we couldn’t spend the day together yesterday. We started the day off by going to the gym for about two hours. Then once we were showered and freshened up we cuddled in our room and watched a few episodes of my favorite show while we waited for our dinner reservation to get closer. We went out to eat at our favorite exclusive restaurant, then went grocery shopping in a small town where we’ve (he) never had problems being recognized. We learned that it was always best to grocery shop after a meal. And also with less people. The day the whole group went shopping as hungry animals was a lesson learned for us. By the time we got home it was already 10 pm.

The guys helped us unload the groceries, because yes it was a lot of food. I mean there are eight mouths to feed. As we were finishing up I felt a pull on my sweater, “Noona, can I talk to you for a sec?” It was Jungkook and he looked like a sad little puppy. His eyes were big and looked slightly down on the floor. I knew this had to be an apology.

“Sure kook-”

“Actually I’d like to talk to you first Jungkook.” Jimin interrupted and looked straight at the younger man.

“Hyung…”

“Or you could just say what you need to say in front of me and my wife.”

Jungkook’s brow furrowed. “What’s with the aggressive attitude hyung?”

“I don’t know, call me crazy but I don’t take too kindly to people who are dicks to my wife.”

“Jimin! I told you he was a little mean not a complete dick!” He actually was, but I don’t want kookie to get in too much trouble. I’m kinda over it.

Most of the other members had left the kitchen before the whole thing started. But Jin and Hoseok were still there. “Umm… what’s going on?” Jin asked. Jungkook and Jimin were staring daggers at each other and I didn’t want a big scene to ensue. So I grabbed them both by the arms and dragged them upstairs. We stopped in the hallway when I knew no one would hear us.

“Noona all I wanted to do was apologize. I shouldn’t have grabbed you the way I did I’m sorry.” Crap.

“YOU WHAT??” Jimin had him by the collar and pushed him to the wall. I quickly went to them and tried to get Jimin to let him go. “Jimin please! It really wasn’t that bad!” I desperately tried to unclench his grasp on Jungkook, he refrained from budging but I made him look at me and pleaded with sad eyes, “Please let Kookie go.”

With that he let go of the younger and took a step back. Jungkook looked pissed, he was clenching his fists and I could tell he was holding himself back. I then turned my head to Jimin and he was just as angry. The scene that was before me, I didn’t like it. I hated it. I’ve never seen them fight before. Out of everyone in the group those two were the closest. Everyone here were like brothers, but them even more so. It was heartbreaking to see this. I shouldn’t have said anything, it was so minor now that I thought back to it. The alcohol probably made it worse too. Tears started forming on my eyes, and as much as I wanted to fight them off it was to no avail. My cheeks soon became wet and soft sniffles escaped me.

“Baby… no baby please don’t cry.” Jimin immediately went to my side and started rubbing my arms.

“It’s just… it’s not a big deal. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you the whole thing but it’s okay. A-And you guys are such good f-friends. I’ve never seen you fight like this. I hate it.” I said in between my sniffles. Jimin stayed silent and kept rubbing my arms, contemplating on where to take it from there.

“I had a lot to drink that night hyung. All I did was grab her wrist a little too tightly but like I said I’m sorry.” He then walked over to us and gave Jimin a look that asked for permission to get near me. He hesitated for a moment but then stepped back. Jungkook took a step closer and wiped some tears away with his thumb “ I’ll never do it again. I promise.” He told me in a sincere voice. I gave him a nod and he smiled a bit, stepping closer for a hug. I circled my arms around him and hugged back. This was the Kookie I knew. The sweet innocent little maknea of the group. I was so glad to hear his apology. It didn’t go by unnoticed that Jimin was close by, observing. We let go of our hug and he turned to Jimin.

“Are we okay?”

“Yeah, if she forgave you then all’s forgiven.”

I smiled at that and so did Jungkook. “You guys want to come downstairs and do some karaoke with us? Sounds like they’ve already started.” Off in the distance you could hear Namjoon singing off key with all his might. I jumped at the invitation, “Yeah let’s go!” I grabbed Jimin by the hand and dragged him downstairs, Jungkook following behind us. We ended the night on a good note. It’s always fun to hear the rap line singing songs that aren’t in their vocal range. Everything was back to normal, the situation was fixed. So then why was it that I had this nagging feeling in my gut that said otherwise? Unbeknownst to me, Jungkook sat across the room with his eyes on my husband. And if it wasn’t for Tae and Hoseok’s duet, maybe I would’ve noticed Jimin staring back.

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α вιց "нαρρу"ƒαмιℓу - Yᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ Hᴜsʙᴀɴᴅ

~ jeon jungkook ~

ᗯᗩᖇᑎIᑎᘜ ⚠︎︎ : 𝐾𝑖𝑑𝑛𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑑, 𝐶𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒𝑑, 𝐹𝑜𝑟𝑐𝑒𝑑 𝑃𝑟𝑒𝑔𝑛𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑦, 𝐶𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑝𝑦

Aʟʟ ᴍɪɴᴇ... 

Aɴᴅ ᴍɪɴᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ... 

几ㄖ山  乃乇  卂  ᘜㄖㄖᗪ  ᘜ|尺ㄥ

𝙸 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜 𝚖𝚎. 𝚂𝚘𝚘𝚗 𝙸 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚘 𝑚𝑦𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎. 

𝚆𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝑏𝑖𝑔 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗. 

𝙸 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚞𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚔𝚒𝚍𝚜. 𝙷𝚘𝚠 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚞𝚜𝚜𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚑 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚔. 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚎𝚛. 

ꨄ

𝙷𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗. 𝙸'𝚖 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍, 𝙸 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝙰𝚝 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝙸 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚞𝚝𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚌𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚑 𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚖. 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍, 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢. 𝙸 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐. 

"𝙲𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚙" 𝙸 𝚖𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚍. 𝙰𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝙸 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚐𝚑 𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚕 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐. "𝚈/𝙽! 𝚂𝚒𝚐𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔!" 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚎 𝙸 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍, "𝙼𝚖𝚖 𝚗𝚘. 𝙹𝚔 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚝!" Can't believe I'm going to start college soon! 

－－－－Time Skip－－－－✈︎

(~Mᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ Cᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ Aʜᴇᴀᴅ~)

𒊹︎

Jungkook groaned at the feeling of you clenching around him. You were going to cum... again. "Just hold on until I'm ready to cum. Be a good girl. Be my good girl." Jungkook stated through his groans and little moans of pleasure that would emerged from his throat. 

He was so happy that he was doing this sinful action with the person he loved more than anything and anyone. 

 On the other hand, you were moaning and crying for him to stop, and the sounds were only getting louder. You were overstimulated, way too overstimulated. Good thing the room was sound proof. Your face had dry tears and there was new batch of tears coming out too. It would surely leave you having big eyes and a stuffy nose for a while. 

You felt so much pleasure at the moment, his cock plunging itself into your pussy. Even though you didn't want to have any intercourse with him, your body always did. Your body always went against you. Your pussy had gotten used to sucking his dick in.

Both of you—-well, mostly Jungkook has been going at it all long night with you. At the moment, he was thrusting inside of you as fast as he could while attacking your neck. Leaving more dark purple spots on your neck showing who you belonged to. Him and him only. (But not like anyone will see them) Trying to reach for his climax as rapidly as he could. 

He knew you were feeling the pleasure of this sinful desire both of you were doing. Even if you didn't want to admit it. 

After all, you were being forced to have intercourse with him. You were being his obedient wife that Jungkook had always dreamed of having.

You just wanted to get it over with already, fulfilling his desires was hard to do when you, yourself didn't want to do anything with him.  

Nonetheless, you did it so many times and tried to get as much as pleasure from it. But it didn't, you were in pain constantly. Everything he had done hurt you and impacted your life in many ways. Your pride gone. Future gone. Dreams gone. Freedom gone. 

Every single little thing you had was gone.  All because of him and his supposed love for you.

"I'm cumming, so let it all out sweetheart." Jungkook said through his groans of contentment. You moaned loudly, letting out a whine from your lips after you had released. You milked his cock, squirting from how intense it felt too finally release after such a long wait. 

You felt your womb warm up, you realized what he had been doing a while back. Jungkook had been releasing all of his sperm inside of you, every single time you guys had intercourse, making sure to leave you impregnated with it. There was nothing you could do about, 'just take it like a good girl' he said. You had no say in it, unless, of course, you wanted to be punished for disobeying his demands. But you didn't need any of that. 

And you couldn't even do anything to prevent him, there was no birth control in the house and he didn't use condoms at all. 

He slid himself out, he was watching his cum flow out of your tight hole. And he swore if he watched another second, he would have wanted another round. 

But Jungkook knew not to pass his limits with you, this time. After all, you stayed up all night, pleasuring him.

𒊹︎

Quickly moving his state and pulling you into his embrace. He thought about you, his sweetheart, the only one he loved apart from the kid that both of you have.

Then his thoughts directed to about how he immediately wanted another kid, so soon, it would be in order to ensure himself that you would never leave him. 

And of course his kids too. 

"Remember to not use birth control. And if I find out you are using it, there will be consequences to your actions. Okay sweetheart?" Jungkook thoroughly said, he had to take precautions in case you hid some. You nodded your head and whispered a slow "yes". 

You were terrified of him. Jungkook was possible of making you have nightmares of things you've never imagined.

Jungkook had looked so innocent and naive. But, now you knew better then to fall for his antics. 

You were lost in your thoughts. Everything in your life changed that day. He kidnapped you as soon as you were going to graduate. You blamed yourself for not defending yourself harder against the unknown man who soon turned out to be Jungkook. It would have changed everything. 

You remembered everything that happened that day just like it was yesterday.

 You had walked into the bathroom and after using it a man all dressed in black appeared out of the side of your eye. He ran to you while you were too slow to process what was happening. He took hold of you while you kicked, threw your arms out in punches, tried biting his hands, and used all the force you could. 

Only in the end for it to go all to waste, he put a piece of cloth on your nose and mouth making you fall unconscious. You knew before you went to sleep that there was still a chance you could escape after you woke up. And you were dissatisfied with yourself for allowing yourself to be captured just by one simple action the person had done on you. With a slow pace you fell into the person, not knowing how he got you out or anything. 

The rest was a complete mystery.

When you woke up, you were handcuffed and your mouth was covered by something. Completely confused and frightened on what would happen to you and to where you were. Only to see...that guy from the back of all your class, the one that followed you around. What was his name? Jeon... ah yes, Jungkook. Why- was he part of this kidnapping of yours? 

"Hello sweetheart, how are you feeling? You put quite a fight back there! Didn't know you had it in you, too bad you still got taken", he chuckled afterwards. 

He had mocked your struggling form.

Breaking out of your thoughts when you heard the baby monitor making noise. The baby was crying. Right, you were a mother already. You got up from Jungkook's embrace, so glad that your baby was crying now. The baby basically saved you without even knowing anything. 

You quickly started to put your clothes on, delighted that you had this chance to get away from him. Wiping all your tears away to get a cleaner face and to shrink your eyes back to normal instead of them looking puffy and red.

You could hear Jungkook complaining about the baby. "His annoying, always bothering our moment" he mumbles.

Guess he got it from his father, you quietly chuckled about the thought. 

However, it bothered you how Jungkook always made a fuss about his kid even though that infant is what stops you from leaving him. 

(A/N: What kind of father are you Mr. Jungkook  ( ͠° ͟ʖ ͡°) ?)

That Jungkook had forcefully made you have that kid with him, knowing you wouldn't dare leave your child.

Now that you were ready, you left the bedroom where you and Jungkook slept. Heading to the last door in the hallway, you whispered  "I hate my life."

Entering the room, you made eye contact with the baby. His cries slowly ceased as you walked closer to the crib. In your baby voice, you pronounced each word slowly, "Hi my baby boy, why are you crying, huh? Do you want mommy to grab you! Okay, come here!"

Joon-woo is his name.

Joon-woo slowly crawled his way to the side his mother was, smiling when he saw his mom's face up close. He grabbed on to the railing so he could push himself up to see his mother face to face.

"My lovely Joon-woo is so strong!"

Joon-woo giggled at his mother's compliment, soon making grabby hands indicating that he wanted to be picked up. You picked him up carefully making sure not to hurt him. 

You stared at him in the eyes and questioned, "You're hungry aren't you?" 

You sat down in the comfortable chair to his room. Good thing you weren't wearing your bra, pulling your shirt upwards. You put yourself in a position that was pleasant for you and Joon-woo to be in, laying a small blanket covering what Joon-woo was eating.

"Sweetheart, are done with him already? I'm tired of being patient, here let's go to the kitchen."

How you wished you could say no but you knew what would happen, so you slowly nodded your head, not even glancing his way. You were still to intimidated to look Jungkook in the eyes.

"Then let's go."

Quickly standing up, all of your focus was on Joon-woo when passing Jungkook. "Next time you take long, you won't be seeing Joon-woo for a while, understand. And use your words." He stated.

"Yes, Jun-"

"It's honey, keep getting it wrong, your not gonna like what I'm going to do, Y/N."

"Sorry... honey" you felt disgusted by saying those words to him. He didn't deserve it, he should be apologizing. For stealing you away from your family and your life. 

But even apologizing wouldn't be enough for what he did. Kidnap, forceful intercourse, impregnated you, making you have his baby, and trapped you into his house. And he wanted you to love him for "protecting" you.

You would never.

As soon as you reached the downstairs floor, you went to the kitchen and sat on one of the chairs. You could hear him following behind you, "I will make the food and you can keep feeding Joon-woo", "alright" you replied.

"By the way Sweetheart, your family is still struggling with your disappearance and wants the cops to keep looking for you even though you've been missing forever" he said it so calmly with letting a few giggles out. Ignoring his comment, you thought how you miss your family dearly. But Jungkook wouldn't let you have anything to do with the outside world. No matter what.

You had mentioned it ᴏɴᴄᴇ, and Jungkook basically threw a tantrum on how you shouldn't call them your family, that they have nothing to do with you, and that you had a family to begin with. He punished you afterwards by taking away  Joon-woo away for a week, like the baby was some type of object. 

You had no idea where Jungkook took Joon-woo which left a great deal of worry in you. Everyday you would blame yourself and Jungkook knew it would affect you greatly. You loved Jung-woo, he was everything that you had left to care for.

He was the only thing precious in your dull life.

In spite of how he looked like Jungkook a lot, you couldn't blame Joon-woo for being born. Be as it may be, you loved your son but you still despised his father immensely. 

Cleaning yourself up since Joon-woo started to wiggle around in your grasp. You decided that he was wanting to play, so you went to his playroom section in the living room and played with him there.

Until you heard Jungkook calling out your name.

Walking to the kitchen, he immediately hugged you and whispered to your ear, "Sweetheart let's eat and afterwards we will spend sometime together!" He sounded so happy but it all went down when you asked, "How about Joon-woo?"

"Just leave him in his crib, he stops crying in the end and falls asleep." He replied without interest.

"At least let him be with us until he takes his nap, please... honey." You quietly muttered. "Only if you agree to focus your attention on me and pleasure me tonight, okay sweetheart? And then tomorrow we could spend time as a family."

You had to do it, Joon-woo was your son. The only one you had from on now. You couldn't just throw him him away like Jungkook does.

"...Yes, honey."

Letting you go, he told you, "Good, by the way I left you the pregnancy test in the bathroom. Go try it. Hurry I want to know the results!"

You hurried yourself to the bathroom, anxious about what the results could be. You prayed you weren't pregnant because if you were, the child would probably be treated like Joon-woo. Terrible.

You were the only one caring for him while Jungkook didn't even glance at Joon-woo. "Let's try it out, please no baby."

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

"Sweetheart what did it come out to?" He quietly spoke. Staring at you with confusion at the tears that were streaming down your face. 

Tears coming out of your eyes nonstop, but to Jungkook you looked so ethereal. Everything you did always made Jungkook feel so glad that your his. You were with him him because of the child, Joon-woo, that he was carrying, this child had stopped you from trying to escape. And he was going to keep it that way.

Your throat felt like it closed up, still you had to get your words out.

Your voice quavered, "I'm pregnant." 

Jungkook who was carrying Joon-woo at the moment started jumping around, making the baby laugh. "Mommy's pregnant! You're gonna have a sibling!" He exclaimed.

He and you knew what this meant, this upcoming baby was securing your future with him. ƒσяєνєя.

Stopping his jumping, the giggles quieted down. Closing in on you he whispered, "You know what this means Sweetheart. You're mine. We will ᴀʟᴡᴀʏs ʙᴇ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ."

Joon-woo giggled, "See, our baby boy even knows the reality of your life."

And you hated that truth.

[𝐹𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤 𝑀𝑒 𝐼𝑛 𝑊𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑝𝑎𝑑： 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑙𝑦_𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔]

𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝗦𝗲𝗰𝗿𝗲𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘆 - Yᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ Cᴇᴏ

~ kim seokjin ~

"You called me, Mr. Kim." 

"Yes, thank you for coming Y/N." He smiled, "Can you please finish and bring the files to my desk at the end of the day?"

"Yes Mr. Kim will do, I'll take my leave then", you stated, wanting to get out of the room as soon as possible. You didn't want to be around him anymore since the little talk he gave you the other day, plus you were terrified of him now.

Fastening your pace to get out of the room. You hated how he seemed so calm after he told you those things, yet he looked fine as that conversation was nothing. Like he basically didn't insult you and your co worker, Kevin,  for planning to hang out with you in the afternoon. 

In front of everybody, it was horrible. 

But that wasn't it. He had the audacity to just do something more worse, he fired Kevin. Why? For talking about the things you guys could do for the afternoon, you felt so bad and guilty. You remembered how you had felt. The confusion of what would happen to you, would you get fired as well. To then calling you over to his office at the end of the day, your heart's pace had fastened that day. 

Everybody else was leaving and you could see that they were pitting you. Oh you were definitely fired. But no. You didn't and that's what further deepened your confusion. Why just Kevin? And for a dumb reason to. 

You hadn't been fired. But you did get a scolding by Mr. Kim on how he expected more from you, Kevin being a bad influencer, that you shouldn't hang out with certain people, and that you shouldn't be dating anyone.

He even continued on and on, you remembered exactly how he raised his voice at you. He had thrown a full on tantrum saying things on what you should be doing be doing and not. Like he wanted to control your personal life. You didn't it like it one bit but bit your tongue because he could literally say two words and you no longer have a job to obtain.

Mr. Kim was intertwining himself into your personal life. And you didn't say anything about it and just let him do what he pleased.

Mistake.

After the whole ordeal, he assigned you to work as his secretary. Why move so fast. You hadn't been there long enough either. You took it, appreciating the opportunity.

Plus thé situation was terrible, you were fine with your job as a small worker, but now being that close to Mr. Kim after an argument you could never forgot was something you weren't looking forward to.

So here you are now.

Darn it Mr. Kim, you thought. He knows how to torture you, giving you a due time for today when you haven't even finished one of them. 

Great. You had to stay more longer than usual. It's just so wonderful... All alone.  Realization soon hitting you, with the man you are scared of... Mr. Kim. The feeling of just wanting to go and hide.

He had been giving you more work to the point that everyone would leave you two alone in the building. Mr. Kim had started acting more comfortable around you, making you feel wary. Started to tell you compliments, offering you things; expensive things at that, rides to your home, dropping the formalities and asking personal information.

Yet, you stayed quiet and told him the answers, scared of being fired of a good position. You needed it after all the hard work you put in. 

How wrong you were, he wouldn't let you go. But you realized it too late.

                                                    ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Why did I ignore the red flags?" You muttered under your breath. Rubbing your forehead out of frustration and disappointment on yourself. Wishing you could have done anything to change the fate that you were given. 

Anything.

You were in a place you hadn't imagined would happen so soon, a place you didn't want to be in at all, not one bit.

You had a family so soon, you are already a mother. 

You had recently put your children to sleep, your little twins or angels as he called them. Already having a family at such a young age and married as well to none other than Jin, or Mr. Kim.

Disgusted of that man, by his name alone.

He ruined your life. He had threatened you. Telling you lies after lies of what he could do to you if you didn't get married with him. Now you could tell what he was trying to do when you were his secretary. 

Jin was trying to get close to you and to make you adore him like he did to you.

But you didn't, so he made it easier for himself and harder for you. Jin was left with an obvious and last option, he started to back you up into a corner. To leave you frightened. In the end, you had accepted the proposal, however you thought that everything would be normal after getting married with Jin.

Both of you would have little talk, try to get over the past that absolutely wasn't good memories.

Wrong.

Ever since you had been married to Jin, it had been hell for you. 

At first he wouldn't let you out, telling you to be a housewife but you argued back saying that you had liked your job and wanted to continue it. Oblivious to the man's schemes even after all he put you through. 

He kept quiet, you thought that you had won the argument out of pure luck. But of course you didn't know that it wasn't over, or about the sinister side of him he was yet to show you.

What he had done afterwards was dreadful.

After what he did, you stayed put and all he would do was taunt you about what had happened. Even to the point of saying that he would do it again just to get the frightened look on your face. 

You didn't even want to mention it. It haunted you.

Unknowingly tears had started to run down your face, painful thoughts and memories clouding up your mind. Now regretting of ever getting that job.

You missed everything about your old life, the one you had before meeting him. The life that you enjoyed and were pleased with, the one where you had your life going at your pace.

Not moving this fast.

And now you couldn't escape. You had your infants, you would never even think about leaving them. And Jin knew that.

He was using them as an advantage to keep you locked up.

Deep in your thoughts, you hadn't heard him coming in. 

"Honey I'm home. Come welcome me."

Startled by his appearance, you quickly wiped your tears and made your way down stairs. He wasn't supposed to be home this early. Making your way to Jin, you gave him a peck on the lips like he had ordered you to do earlier on, slowly you asked him, "How did your day go, Ji-" he quickly stared your way, warning you to call him a pet name, like he had ordered as well. Fast as you could you exclaimed, "...love?"

Jim was pleased at what you said, replying, "It was great, doll. How was your day with the twins?"

As you were about to answer, the sound of a cry startled you. "Let's go see them together" he whispered and got a tight hold on your hand. It was silent walking to the nursery, the only noise that could be heard was your baby crying. 

The sound increasing each step you took to the door. And when you were right at the door, another crying noise was added.

It was too late, both of them woke up. Meaning that now you had to do double the work.

As you entered the room behind Jin, you went in front of the cribs and spoke in a soft tone, "Mama's here. Don't worry." Unaware of the pair of eyes that were following you, lust filled in his eyes at your little figure being sweet to his kids. While, all your attention was on slowly picking up your daughter and making her stop her weeping. She was one of the outcomes, a wonderful one however from the torture Jin had given you.

Ae Ri, your little princess was the one squealing in your arms. While Jun-seo, your little prince was whimpering just wanting to get in the arms of one of his parents. 

The cries all had disappeared, Jin had Jun-seo in his arms and you had Ae-Ri in yours. This view would be so heart-warming to other people. But the truth was that you had been held captive and forcefully impregnated by Jin, your husband and the father of your children. Forced to live in a life and a position you weren't ready for.

"The kids are wonderful. I think we are ready for more, love."

His words were hard to process, "more", no you didn't want more. That was enough, you had recently given birth to twins, two babies already, both of the two genders. That would be enough. Apart from the fact you didn't want them from the start. How were you gonna accept more kids. Even when you still couldn't believe that you had two babies and were married at such a young age to a man older than you. 

All he could do was find your face amusing; how you froze, your breathing fastened, eyes widened, and your mouth slightly parted yet nothing was coming out. Cute, he thought. "Love, don't go day dreaming now about it now! We will put them to sleep and go have some fun time sᴏᴏɴ!" 

"N-No, please, Jin."

His lips forming a curve, "Love, don't be boring- and I'll let the name slip this time." Seokjin wasn't appreciating your struggle of not wanting to be with him, demanding you to stay with him every spare minute he had when he came home. Since you were his everything, and so we're his angels. He loved you from the deepest part of his heart just like he loved being in the deepest part inside of you.

But Jin shouldn't be thinking about that now, since he would be hearing your sweet moans and whines sooner than later. "Now honey don't be shy, we've seen each other multiple times, that's why we have these two little angels!" Jin was definitely teasing you, of course Jin knew that the real problem was that you didn't want to do anything with him. And he was undoubtedly fed up with your little actions of protesting against him, silently. 

That's why he took it into his hands to turn you into his caring wife, who always respects him through everything and bares his children out of all your love and respect to him. Cause that's what all people thought and heard from the great Mrs. Kim, you. 

"Well now that they've fallen asleep, you know what we have to do, honey." 

You gathered yourself up and gently you put your daughter into her crib, covering her, scared that she might get sick of the littlest things. The same when to your son after Jin put him down. 

Man, did you love your babies, and did everything for them. Even if it meant staying with a man you couldn't bare to be with. For Jin, however, he would do anything to have you in his grasp, always thinking about you even though he knows your safe and sound at home. 

Impatient was what Jin was becoming, every single second you took to take care of the kids, it meant less time with you. Which was the main reason why he had basically dragged you out of the room, bringing you two into the bedroom you both shared.

𒊹︎

"Strip" he directly wanted to get started. Like always.

You knew you had no chance against him, at all, so there you were. Taking off your clothes in front of Jin, who at the time was sitting at the edge of the bed. Waiting to ravish his gorgeous ᴡɪғᴇ.

His eyes scanning each part you revealed to him. His dick hardening every second, gosh. He was definitely gonna fill you up to the brim with his offsprings, showing people that you belonged to someone. And that someone was him.

Jin slowly started to take off his shirt when he finally saw you in your undergarments, "I'll take them off you...honey so don't worry about a thing!"  He stood up and started to circle around you, pleased at your almost naked body. His heart racing and blood rushing to his dick in a short amount of time.

Truly, you were the only person who could make him feel like he did. Lovestruck. He carefully grabbed you by the shoulders, like you might break if he didn't, different from earlier. Slowly he pushed you on the bed, you didn't even put a fight against because in the end you know it would be hopeless and stupid to do such actions. Even if you did, Jin would be fucking you, if you liked it or not. 

Saying, it's you're choice to decide if you wanna be pleasured or if you wanna be tortured. He truly was a demon.

"I love you, honey." Jin said as he started pepper your face with kisses while his hands went down to touch your body, quickly he started kissing you while you opened your mouth, accepting his tongue to explore your own.

When Jin pulled away from the kiss, you were left gasping for air. Meanwhile, Jin started sucking all over your neck especially your special spot that made you release a delicate moan. How Jin thought your little moans were so adorable that it just turned him on more. 

He slowly started to take of you're bra, your breasts popping out as soon as he unclipped your bra. "Aw, look at your breasts honey, their just pleading me to suck on them." Leaving you whining since your boobs were sensitive from all the milk and breastfeeding. His eyes wandered all around your chest, the milk coming out from one of your breast, Jin quickly placed his lips on your breast and started sucking like his life depended on it. "Ji- ahh", a pop was heard as he his lips released your nipple, he hastily slapped your cunt, "doll that's not my name." 

His hands once grabbing your hips left to take off the last piece of clothing you had on, your panties. Slipping them off rapidly, his dick just wanting to feel the way your pussy clenched him and warmed up his manhood. You closed your eyes from the immense pleasure you were receiving, "Honey you're all wet for me, my good wife. Accepting me to ravish you how I want." He whispered into your ear, you felt his hot breath on you. 

Turning both of you on. You had to admit it, he was good in bed. Always leaving you filled with cum and feeling tired from all the overstimulation you had.

If you hadn't closed your eyes from the delight or hadn't been too much in daze, you would have noticed that Jin stopped sucking and biting your neck, as well as stopping his hand movement on your cunt. Placing his hands on his belt, if you hadn't, you would've heard his belt unbuckling as he pulled his pants out. Only his boxers left, the only fabric stopping him from fucking your pussy.

If you would have catch sight of him finally letting his dick free, you have prepared yourself to let him. Only if you would have noticed, you wouldn't have felt pain.

On the other hand, Jin couldn't wait, he felt euphoria when he finally put his manhood inside your cunt. How your rosy walls would accept him all the way. Jin felt like he was the only one who could have you like this; panting, out of breath, moaning, screaming for him. And only for him.

So, without any teasing, since it would make himself more agitated. In one thrust, his whole length was spreading your velvet walls, while his hands grabbed onto your inner thighs to further your legs apart from each other.

"𝐽𝐼𝑁𝑛𝑛𝑛" you screamed his name out of surprise from the feeling. You felt him inside you, he  and hoped he wouldn't move because the only feeling you got was discomfort and torment from his length. "Love...i-it hurts", whimpering the sentence out as tears welled up, you had decided to choose your words carefully. In hopes that he would give you some time to adjust.

Yet all you received in return was Jin slowly rocking his cock in out of you while putting his hand on your shoulder, pushing you further down on his length. Soon enough he started to pick up his pace into pulling all his length out and roughly plunging back in.

And all you could do was let him do what he wanted, cause if you were to stop him it would just make it more worse. New batches of tears going down your cheeks, where the old tears had started to dry up. All you felt was soreness in your pussy, no pleasure coming to you. Your nails digging to the flesh of his strong biceps as he loomed over you.

But Jin felt enjoyment from his dick being warmed up by your warm delicate walls. "Honey—" groans stopping him from continuing, "you want me to stop, yet your cunt keeps sucking my dick back in."

That night, he continued on, making you become full of his seed. While he would talk to you:

You looked amazing filled with children

I wonder how you'll look like with my juniors filling you up...again

You looked extravagant when you were pregnant with our children

Everybody knew you belonged to someone, right my little wife. 

No man would dare to look at you

Your breasts filling up with more milk for our children

You had reached your climax many times from the pleasure you had started to receive. Until he finally stopped his harsh thrusts, filling you up so much that his cum started leaking out of your hole.

𒊹︎

 "Honey, you look wonderful!"

This was the perfect view of you, his cum leaking out from your hole while your face was tear streaked and your eyes were glossy. 

"I love you, and you know that, so don't expect to ever leave me and our children. There is nothing you could to escape me or about being stuck inside the house. Because this is your fate, to be ᗩᒪᒪ ᗰIᑎᗴ."

𝐴𝑛𝑑, 𝑦𝑜𝑢 were too drained to say anything.

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★ 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐬 ★

ᗯᗩᖇᑎIᑎᘜ ⚠︎︎ : ᑲrᥱᥱძіᥒg kіᥒk, іᥒ𝖿іძᥱᥣі𝗍ᥡ, ᑲᥣіᥒძ𝖿᥆ᥣძіᥒg, ძ᥆mіᥒᥲᥒ𝗍!𝗍ᥲᥱһᥡᥙᥒg, ძrᥙggіᥒg, ᑲᥣ᥆ᥕȷ᥆ᑲ, kіძᥒᥲ⍴⍴іᥒg, sһᥲmᥱᥣᥱss!𝗍ᥲᥱһᥡᥙᥒg

You didn't want anything to do with Kim Taehyung, your bestfriend's new boyfriend. Not at all, you could tell he was bad news from the start. You took him for the guy who would fuck around, break her heart multiple times and yet managed to get following forgivenesses from her. Kim Taehyung; A jerk from beginning to end.

You were suspicious of him.

What you didn't expect was for him to kidnap you from your house and lock you up in his basement. Now that, that was a whole new level, a level that surprised you to no end. You had no idea why Taehyung was sitting next to your tied up self, when his girlfriend, your bestfriend, was waiting for him right outside. You didn't know why he held you captive, or why he was so into your business. Taehyung was a messed up man. And you probably knew it from the second your eyes landed on him, deep down and should've stayed away, but now it was too late.

Your best friend had introduced him to you when you guys went to the movie theater to watch a horror film. You stretched out your hand to greet him politely; your expression so friendly. Yet your mind was already taking notes on everything he did. (Expressions, gestures, words, fashion, etc.) You were confident that you could find the right guy for your best friend in less than a second. You would know as soon as you met him. Knowing that whoever the person was, they were the one for her. You just knew her like that. Taehyung didn't give you that feeling.

And all throughout the cinema, with the horrified screams playing in the background, with the lights all turned out, you could see him staring at you at the corner of your eye. Which had made you completely uncomfortable. A random guy staring at you didn't make you feel nice. You were silently wishing that your friend would notice so she could switch seats with him; he had been in the middle of the both you.

Taehyung had placed himself right next to you after you had sat down on the black chairs that smelled like popcorn and leather.

Strange, you would have thought your friend would sit in between you two. It took you by absolue surprise when you turned around to excitedly chat with your best friend, only to be a few centimeters away from smooching her new boyfriend on the lips. A gasp left your lips as you departed yourself from him, making sure there was more than enough distance. A clear sign that he should stay away from you.

So why did he not pay attention to the movie playing? Not even flinching at the scary parts. Or when everyone in movie theater gasped, making disgusted expressions at the gory scene that was playing right infront of their eyes. It confirmed your theory: Taehyung was a creep. And it was the exact, same words you had proclaimed to your friend that same night over a call.

She threw an argument on how he was actually sweet and romantic, and that you were probably mistaken. You didn't even want to mention the part of him having the audacity to take some of your popcorn, knowing that the girl right beside him had gotten the large size for him and her to eat as a couple. You didn't even share your popcorn with her.

You saw something move into your popcorn bag and out, it was a hand. You were ready to slap it. You followed the direction where the hand came from, it was Taehyung's. Your mouth widened and he took the opportunity to take a popcorn and gently shove into your mouth, in which you glanced at your best friend who was right there. Who, at the time being, was too concentrated and concerned on what was happening in the film to care that her boyfriend was sticking a piece of popcorn into your mouth. His thumb pad slightly touched your tongue.

Taehyung wasn't sweet and tender like she said if he had 'accidentally' touched your bare thigh, whispering frantic apologies even as his fingers remained placed there, in fact moving closer to the brim of your skirt. A skirt which you would've changed into pants if you knew her boyfriend would be there. If you knew it wasn't a girls night out like she had announced in messages.

His behavior was unforgivable and unforgettable, you composed yourself as you told your best friend reasons why she should dump him already, trying to not mention the parts of his 'little' touches. Not wanting to break her heart knowing she was sensitive. But she didn't want anything to do with leaving him. It put a pout on your face.

Nonetheless, no matter how you wanted her to leave him. If she really wanted to be with him, you would leave her alone. It wasn't your relationship, you were just trying to protect her all you could. After all, what if he was the one for her, it could happen. The decision was up to her.

You ended the call. Letting her be, the least you wanted to do was argue with her. Therefore, you avoided another troublesome problem and settled down on doing your own things.

You were a night owl. Not an ounce of sleepiness hit you when it was past 10 pm. Your eyes searched for a good movie while your hand clicked buttons on the remote to choose what you wanted. Not finding anything in the last hour, you went ahead and let the television choose for you. A slasher movie.

In less than five minutes, the big screen flashed a woman stabbed multiple times by the masked killer. Her screams ringing in your ears as you groaned at how loud it was. Lowering the volume fast. The picture went fast, the fake blood splashing out. A small "ew" left your mouth. And yet, a tiny amount of fascination was in your eyes. You side-eyed the window, a shadow looming over the road in your property. In the next second, your blinds closed fully shut.

The movie was so getting to you. You rapidly changed the movie into a random PG rated film. A smile formed on your lips, now this was more of your style. You raised your pillow more. Just the perfect amount, a satisfied groan rang through the room. You could sleep in peace like this. Just as your eyes closed. A sudden thirst for water spread in your mouth. Whining about it, you got out of bed.

If you knew that there was a pair of eyes that were staring into your room, you wouldn't feel so safe. And it wasn't from the outside of your house. It was the eyes that stared right at you from the gap in your door. Your closet doors. You would have heard a low chuckle too if it wasn't for the creak of the door.

You stepped into the kitchen, grabbing the glass cup of water you had left earlier on the kitchen island. Running down the hallway to get back to your bed. Not noticing how the closet doors were more opened than before. No one inside though. You gulped down the liquid before covering your body with the blankets. Your eyes glanced at the clock, it read 12 am. You usually didn't sleep at this time, but your eyes were closing already.

You were knocked out before 10 minutes could pass. A body dragged itself from under your bed, little giggles hallowed by the room. A deep, cheery voice filled your bedroom, "I knew I could do it." Taehyung stared at your figure, reaching his hand out to caress your cheek. His finger tracing your heart-shaped lips. He leaned down and pecked them. A smile lingered on his face. You wouldn't wake up for a while, his plan was flowing perfectly.

He had packed some of your clothes earlier on. Taehyung had everything set, all he needed was you. His basement was clean (he had spent his time cleaning every centimeter), well-designed for your long stay. The room where the two of you would share was neatly packed with clothes he bought for you. Each drawer was classified: shirts, sweaters, pants, anything! It was there for you. Taehyung, however, had made another closet for other purposes than clothes for the outside. You would soon see it too. It was his favorite! (And he would love to use it daily, and he would.)

The night air was chilly, he covered you with a blanket. He didn't want to get you sick. When he arrived home, he ran to put you on the bed, overjoyed at how easy it was to take you home. Taehyung stayed on top of you for a while, admiring your lovely features. he likes how you protect the ones you care for, your best friend being one of them. would he be one of those people? he wondered at the sudden thought but, before he could overthink too much, his crotch brushed against you. he inhaled your strawberry scent, his pants became tighter. taehyung needed to prepare you, make you two have a special night with each other.

after all, his virginity was only for you to take.

𒊹︎

as soon as you woke up from your unconscious state, taehyung thoroughly threatened you. his voice rang in your head, "don't think of neglecting my touches," you could feel his hot breath on your nose, "unless you want that friend of yours sleeping on the sidewalk."

The thin, pure white lingerie wrapped around your body perfectly. Taehyung's eyes glimmered with lust. This is what he always imagined, you being his darling pet. You obeyed every command he requested, he ignored the fact that it was for that friend of yours; his girlfriend, his face turning souring at the mention of her existence. Gosh, all the things he did to be with you. But you made it up by looking so perfect like this. By spreading your legs for him so he could do whatever the fuck he pleased.

You sobbed behind the gag in your mouth. You didn't want this, not one bit. Your tits were tightly handled by the see-through material. It didn't cover anything, all your parts could be easily seen. (hence the reason Taehyung chose it.) you cried into the blindfold, terrified that you couldn't see him and see what he was gonna do to you. You could feel his stares though, the way his gaze was lingering everywhere on your body. Goosebumps grew on your skin. The handcuffs rattled as you moved your hands. You couldn't do anything anymore, you compromised yourself to this position. A position where you are left blindfolded, wrists tied to the headboard, and a gag in your mouth that didn't allow you to speak. All vulnerable to the man in front of you.

Taehyung loves seeing you like this. His cock is ready to fuck you. His pre-cum is leaking out already, just the thought of putting your legs around his waist gets him high. Your little self in an adorable lingerie set, it was just missing one more detail. The only piece left in his hands. The long material that would stretch itself up to your legs. Taehyung stared at it with excitement. When it was on, he felt more blood rush to his manhood. thigh high stockings wrapped around your pretty legs just for him. He doesn't miss the tears that are flowing down your tinted cheeks. In fact, he gawks at the sight of you crying. The tears only turning him on more. Taehyung's dick hurts more by just looking at you. It seems like you're crying because he's gonna wreck you with his cock. Break you into becoming his pet.

Yet, you're delicate that Taehyung thinks he might mess you up if he goes too hard on you, but he knows you can handle it cause you are Taehyung's bitch after all. his little pet that he can use like he pleases. who will get on your knees to suck him off if he wishes you to. who will let him slam his cock in your pussy whenever, and wherever he wants. who's willing to give every spec of dignity to him, let Taehyung fuck you raw till your tummy is thick with his cum. and babies of course. because even though you act tough, Taehyung knows it's just an act, you're just scared in the inside. that's why you let him win over and over. no matter the punishment the loser faces.

he's crawling towards you, liking the pout placed on your face. your lips tremble in dread and he just knows your holding back the countless cries of help you're holding back. he sits on his knees, his long fingers carefully tracing the material from your ankles all the way up to your thighs. he leans down and bites your upper thigh, a muffled weep breaks out of your throat as he raises his head to see his art piece. a bite mark that draws blood, slightly staining the white lace. your eyes see the darkness of the blindfold, nervous on what else he is going to do. you feel a touch on your lips, it's soft at first then it takes turn.

Taehyung sucks your upper lip, connecting his tongue inside your mouth. his hand pushes your head more into his mouth, you feel how greedy he is to kiss you. all of a sudden your legs are caging him, his hands are on your ass, he places a small slap on it while he's lifting you up. he knows you're not responding to the kiss like the way he wants you to, but he doesn't really care at that point. not really when he's about to fuck you either way. you land on his lap, the texture of his pants rubbing against your skin. you can sense his boner sitting right on your slit, a moan slips out at the friction he starts creating. his hands are gripping onto your waist like handles, moving you steadily on his center. Taehyung groans out as he presses you hardly on his dick, his pants are damp with the precum that is leaking out. his eyes makes contact with the way your tits bounce along with the pace he is going with, he moans out at how your tits are no longer staying inside the lingerie.

he notices how your whimpering more into gag, the way your hand is clutching onto the metal, and he knows your about to cum on him. Taehyung grins as he prevents himself from continuing to rut his bulge against your cunt, even if it meant he would delay his own release. he lays you down on the mattress, his digits reach out to your slit that is covered in fabric, it doesn't mean that he can't see it. oh, he can see it perfectly fine; your wet all over, the fabric is drenched. and with one tug, there's a rip at the material directly above your cunt, he can hear you gasp. Oh you're so cute! his fingers go ahead and start playing with your folds, spreading the wetness around until two of fingers are knuckles deep into your pussy, he hears the cuffs jingle.

Taehyung moves his fingers all the way out, your slick is coating his fingers to the brim. He lets the fingers disappear past his lips, his tongue licking all that he collected. You're more than ready to make his cock just slip in. He removes all his clothing, while your just sitting on your knees. An idea popping in his head: Taehyung gently pats the back of your head, "you're my pretty bitch." He says as his fingers pull your hair, inching your face closer into his manhood, "now, open those lips for me." His swollen tip pressing into your red, tinted lips. The taste of his pre-cum reaching your taste buds, your gag reflex acting up as his hips jolted into you. The sudden surprise dissolving as his cock went beyond more than you could handle, Taehyung moaned as your tongue circled around his cock. You drooled around his cock as he kept thrusting into your mouth. You were unable to control yourself, since your hands were tied behind your back and eyes blinded by the dark material. There was no true way to avoid this, loosing your two senses was terrible. Taehyung could do anything to you. And that horrified you.

Taehyung groaned out, pumping his cock past your lips a few times after he released his cum into your mouth. "Swallow it." He pulled you back up in order to see your face, your cheeks were round and the corners of your lips were spilling out his release. However his command made you gulp it down. Grinning, his finger wiped the sides of your lips, the next thing you felt was his soft digit pad touching your tongue. Taehyung kissed your nose. Your hair was a mess, saliva was dripping down your chin, his fingers inside of your mouth. Taehyung pressed down on his bulge, a small moan leaving his lips.

In less than a minute, the delicate lingerie that surrounded your skin was ripped and left on the floor. Taehyung's digits touched every part on your bare body, then it just all stopped. the sound of a wrapper entering your ears, a sudden relief in you that it could be a condom. at least he was using protection, showing some care. you could hear him muttering something about a flavor being his favorite, then a sucking noise.

taehyung licked away, coating the cherry lollipop with his saliva, a satisfactory taste in his buds. when he was sure that the lollipop was well wet, he pushed you back onto the mattress and you fell without resistance. he spread your legs far apart, your pussy dripping was all it took for his cock to throb with such agony. he took one last long lick at the red lollipop before placing the moist candy at your folds, he stroked it slowly up and down your slit, repeating his actions. your loud whines of helplessness as you felt the sensation he was creating, a whimper falling out as the round sweet dipped beneath your folds. your hands grasped at the metal, your mouth ajar as taehyung's fingers twirled the white stick. the sight of your reaction made his cock stand stiffer, taehyung felt that he lacked air as he continued to thrust the delicious candy into your cunt. enjoying the sounds that came from the small interaction. when the muffled moans increased he pushed the white stick all he could, when only a small part was left outside, it was then that he stopped. your legs slightly trembled as he pulled it back out to find that it was glazed with your cum. he hummed happily like a child and snuck the lollipop back onto his tongue, finding the taste even better. And when there was no more cum left, he placed the candy to the side his left cheek, making it go round.

gosh, you were such a temptation; saying you were doing this to protect your friend and enjoying every second of it. a few seconds later you were straddling him, the touch of something on your thigh made goosebumps climb up your skin. all you could do was lean on him, your head in his shoulder, unable to support yourself with your hands. "come on, put yourself on my cock." he didn't dare to touch you, grinning at the fact that you had to work by yourself. you clumsily settled yourself on his tip, it was then that you realized he had no condom on. that could be the reason he hurdled his hips upwards sensing the hesitation when you two made contact. and there wasn't a single problem in entering you as your cum from before and wetness that accumulated aided in slipping his dick past your folds. he moaned out loud, his eyes rolling to the back of his head that was thrown back as your walls desperately clenched onto his cock. after a long wait, he finally got what he wanted. the person he loved took his special possession. you and your pussy. your eyes saw celestial lights in the darkness of the blindfold and you felt heavenly at the sudden feeling of being full of his shaft.

"bounce, my pretty bitch." he stroked your head, the sweat gathered at both of your temples. you raised yourself off him and dropped back on, his eyes staring at your mouth gasping open. you repeated your movements, fastening the pace. taehyung pistoned his hips upwards, helping you out to reach both of your releases. his balls slapping against your clit roughly causing redness to bloom out as a response. you felt your hands grip the cuffs hardly that you could feel it cutting through your skin. removing the candy from his lips, taehyung's mouth went ahead and latched itself to your tits, he sucked one tit while the other one was flicked by his digit. when he was about to release, he bit the bud and a whimper escaped from you. he snickered at your reaction before securing your other tit inside his mouth, his teeth scraping your soft skin. there was marks all around your collarbone; his brutal bites that clasped his teeth into your body.

you tried to think about how taehyung wasn't using protection and how you should prevent him cumming inside you at all cost, but the way he perfectly positioned his hips to hit that spot that made you whine out in such pleasure made you completely forget about it. your ears were crowded with the sound of your cunt meeting the base of his cock, the rest filling every place inside of you. it caused the difficulty you had, you couldn't let out anything other than squeaks of how good his cock stretched you, occupying your hole to his own use.

his hips slowed down and became hasty. that's when he grabbed your hips and laid you all the way down on the mattress, the cool material of the sheets on your warm skin made you let out a gasp. his body was between your legs, rocking his bottom better at the accessibility and power he had over you. you could feel his face right above you, it was easy as the mattress dipped on the sides of your head, indicating that he was supporting all his body weight on those two hands. your mouth finally able to catch a real breath of air when you felt the gag come off, but quickly closing it as you felt something soaked at your lips. "open your fucking lips", the voice above you growled out. with hesitation your lips split apart, and the second they did, taehyung's tongue dived into the opening. the cherry colored lollipop long forgotten beside him, staining the white sheets a sticky red. his lips sucked on your own, exchanging saliva with you, his hand trapping your chin to face him. taehyung's one hand gripped the sheets beside your head, the other was rubbing your clit. the gag went back on to your bad luck, taehyung wasn't one to tolerate any petty behavior you could throw. your cunt closing on him brought an idea to his head, his head reaching for his phone on the nightstand.

your legs trembled as you squirted around his cock, a muffled scream emerging into the room. taehyung took your tied hands with one of his and put them right above your head. he pushed himself to the maximum, mouth wide open as he he smirked, clicking the white button as the camera shuttered at your form. eyes rolled back and your spine arched at how sensitive you became, shivering from the thrill of your orgasm. a great amount of his cum leaked into you, leaving you marked. he gave you a small pat on your tummy, "perfect for our child."

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taehyung spooned you, both of your sweaty bodies clamped together, panting heavily. his buddy still between your walls, a bit of his cum spilling out from the sides. other than that, his cum was well sealed and swelled into your womb. taehyung definitely knew what he wanted. he had took off every thing he forced on you, your eyes were just adjusting to the light in the room. his thumb gently caressed your elbow, he couldn't describe how he felt at that moment. but the smile that showed all his white pearls and his eyes that shined explained everything to the world. a contrast to your hooded eyes from the guilt killing you and the disgust you felt towards him and yourself. he saw you shift and start to remove yourself from him. but he would never let that happen. so he grabbed on to you with such despair, spurting out the words he would do without a second thought,

"i'm leaving her. that's the end of the story," he said as he pulled you back into his arms, ignoring your 'small' protest, "you're my only darling. and i'm yours."

his phone on silent but he felt the vibrations of it, your best friend was calling him. yet, when he thought about it, well who wouldn't when their boyfriend sends them a photograph of their best friend fucked thoroughly: with the great shot of his dick still hidden in your cunt and a small text,

"i'm getting her pregnant."

★ 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 ★

ᗯᗩᖇᑎIᑎᘜ ⚠︎︎ : s𝗍᥆ᥴkһ᥆ᥣm sᥡᥒძr᥆mᥱ, kіძᥒᥲ⍴⍴іᥒg, mᥲᥒі⍴ᥙᥣᥲ𝗍і᥎ᥱ, 𝗍rᥲ⍴⍴ᥱძ

Park Jimin's little sibling was off limits. To everybody.

He had clearly stated it to his friends, even to his most trusted friend, stating that none of them were supposed to mess with you. Especially to your own friends, (girls or boys) he didn't care, Jimin was direct to them about you. Some found it adorable that he was looking out for you as his little sibling. Others found it irritating, saying he was being too overprotective for your own good. Jimin presented himself as a overprotective brother to every person that had surrounded you. No one had the right to question why he was always walking one step behind you. Or why he needed a constant need of reassurance from you.

He didn't care what others would say. It really didn't matter what others said, he was guarding you. Your purity that he adored, how innocent you still were. Not knowing who was going to hurt you. Even though your friends had started to slowly distance themselves from you, you didn't say anything. Ignoring how hurt your feelings were even if you didn't show it.

At least Jimin was still there by your side, he never left your side. Even if you were so serious all the time, he was willing to comfort you. To love you from the bottom of his heart. He would always be there for you, at anytime. When you needed him or not. Jimin was there, willing to stay.

Jimin glanced at your quiet form, smiling at how the school's uniform looked so adorable on you. "How was your day?" His voice perked up. "Good." Your one worded response enough to make him happy. It didn't matter that you didn't tell him anything because he already knew. Seeking around the school building, attempting to spot his precious sibling.

Jimin could spot you anywhere in a crowd! (You stood out from the rest in his eyes!) You, who once sat surrounded by friends, now sits alone. No one to chat with you. Except Jimin, of course! It's not like it's his fault your friends began to leave you behind. All alone, deserted if it weren't for Jimin. Just him and you sitting beside each other. Every single day, from Monday to Sunday; the cycle repeating.

Like it wasn't his fault he started to spread terribly, rude rumors about you. Such lies that had Jimin hearing gentle cries through the walls; fully knowing that your room was right next to his. He just couldn't help himself. You were always around those fools, hanging out with them every second of the day. They were so joyful compared to you. You stood there in the middle of the hallway: calm, reserved, and relaxed. Your friends were basically bouncing of the walls out of such excitement. They were nothing like you. So why did you like them so much?

Weren't they annoying you? Always making plans to go out, pulling you out of your home, taking you away from him, Jimin. Jimin fucking hated it. (He fucking hated them.) He got pissed off every time he heard he door 'ding' and your little self muttering a 'bye' to him. At least, every night that you went out, he sat in his room. (Just like tonight.) Imagining his timid, little step-sister sitting on his lap with the school uniform on. As your skirt raised up to show more skin, skin that Jimin couldn't deny. (Seeing you everyday from Monday-Friday in a uniform became so tempting for him!) His eyes glanced at the door knob, making sure it was well closed and locked away from the sight of anybody else.

Jimin pulled down his pants and boxers in one go. The cold air brushing against his cock. Shivers went up his spine as he felt his hot, reddish tip get brushed with the sensation of the wind. He instinctively started imagining himself caressing your thighs, your head dug in his collarbone, tears wetting his favorite shirt. But he didn't care. He visualized you on top of him telling him all your problems. (When you basically didn't even speak to him.) "I'll make you feel better," his breathing changed, "sweetie."

Jimin grabbed something under his mattress: your panties. He wrapped the cloth around his cock, the soft, cold fabric making him release a low moan. His hands movement began, and they quickly fastened their pace. Jimin covered his mouth with one hand, he was so close! With a few more movements his cum spilled on your panties, a groan emerged from his throat, blocked, however, by his hand. Jimin's mind centering on the idea of you: cute moans, head thrown back, your hands scratching his back as he didn't slow down his pace, and, finally, your fucked up self whining as he finished with you. Tummy filled with his sperm — "shit" Jimin whispered at the thought — filled with his offspring.

A sudden knock at the door making him jump out of terror. No one was home. Or, well, supposed to be home. "Jimin, are you alright?" With the sound of your voice he quickly cleaned himself up. He couldn't face you like this: a complete mess from just a thought of you. "I-I'm alright", he opened the door. And to his surprise (not), you stood there beautifully: a floral dress that brought out your eyes, staring straight at him with such a look.

He glanced up and down at your form before uttering, "I thought you were going out." You calmly told him that your friends had cancelled on you. Again. Jimin could easily tell you were heart-broken. Destroyed at the fact your friends kept ignoring you, disappearing from your life slowly, but surely. Nonetheless, you didn't let an ounce of your emotions shine through. He just knew he was going to hear the sounds of sobs tonight.

The silenced atmosphere getting awkward as Jimin kept on glancing at the end of your dress (that barely covered your ass). It wasn't your fault though, your friends were all just bad influences on you. That's why he had to get rid of them, it was either this or well, a much more messier task. But, he had to admit, he was such a sucker for you.

You are such a sight for sore eyes.

His gaze went back up when you mutter that dinner was ready. He nodded his head, smiling (with his moon crest eyes) as I'd nothing had occurred seconds before you knocked on his door. Jimin hoped you didn't seeing anything wrong with him: like how his hair was disorganized, sweating, pants were disoriented, and the slight flush on his face, along with his gaze that glimmered with need.

You made your way downstairs, not caring if Jimin said he was going to take longer to fix something up. Once you arrived at front of the dinner table, you could smell the sweet aroma in the air. (Not that you couldn't when you were upstairs!) You sat down in your spot, ready to eat. Soon enough, Jimin also arrived at the scene, adoring that you waited for him in order to finally take a bite of your dinner.

He chatted out to his heart's content while you remained silent, spilling a few words here and there. But that was all. However, Jimin was happy enough to hear your sweet, honey voice. You two cleaned up as Jimin kept on talking about his productive day. Occasionally, Jimin would glance at your figure. When you leaned down to grab something from the floor, Jimin halted all his movement to watch as your skirt rose upwards. A bulge in his pants demonstrating just how little you had to do to get him riled up to fuck you.

"I -I finished, I'll be in my room." Jimin knew if he stayed there one more second, he would've fucked you on the same table you guys had eaten on earlier.

It just took him back to the earlier days: when he had first met you. He had hit puberty already: grew taller, gained muscles, and got more handsome that girls started to fall for him. Lining up for him to just glance at one time and they were already all blushed, spurting out nonsense. Then, his father announced that he was getting remarried, to your mother of course. And Jimin had to say, he was fully supportive into this idea of having a family. Even more joyful when he found out he would have a younger sibling!

When you guys first met, Jimin was all over you, his soon to be sibling. Oh gosh, you were just too cute! He was a giant compared to you, you were small and timid: only speaking when you were asked something. But whenever you did say something, you said it with complete confidence. You two were only two years apart at that time. It wasn't a huge difference, so the both of you could share the same similarities.

Nonetheless, that's what he thought. You two were nothing alike: while he talked till everyone's ears bled, people had to basically pry your mouth open to get one small word form you. A huge difference between you. Jimin enjoyed it, he liked how you listened to him without ever stopping him or telling him to 'shut the fuck up', like everyone else did at some point in his life.

Yet, as time continued, he slowly noticed the change in your appearance. A once cute, little sister now into a fully grown woman: no more colorful clothes, crazy hairstyles, toys, and everything you used to do. You had changed. It made Jimin see you in a new light, he had always teased on and on about how you would become such a pretty girl who would have guys following you around. However, he didn't expect to be one of those guys chasing after your attention. Yearning for you to look at him, embrace him as not only a step-brother.

You were gorgeous. A calm personality that really suited you, you had this grace to you he couldn't describe. It was so wonderful, addictive to be around you, he had started to forget you were his little sister. Step-sister. And when he finally stopped to think about his actions, he knew that he was going to mess up his second-chance of having a family. Jimin had to ignore you for sometime, wanting the beating of his heart to go away and his sweating palms too. (For the dirty thoughts to leave his mind: of you kissing his lips, kissing his co-) He truly thought it was over, but as soon as you popped right back into his life. Jimin could tell it wasn't over: he was messed up real bad. All for you.

In the end, he realized that he couldn't deny the deep feelings that he attempted to bury deep down. Jimin finally accepted that he just wanted you, your quiet form by his side. Nonetheless, he knew what else was spurting out, no longer able to stable it: his obsession for you grew. Jimin reminded himself daily that his love for you was a noble and beautiful thing. Just like his obsession is a noble and beautiful thing.

You were the sole reason for the smile that plastered on his face each morning. A twinkle to his eyes that blinded people from seeing the darkness behind them. A desire that was hidden behind a pure wish, an obsession to have you. Not even you realized, completely hindered in your own world to notice anything wrong with his behavior. After all, you never really did have a brother. So how could you complain?

But you did. You disliked Jimin, there was something about him that made you want to stay far away from him. You avoided him at all cost, but how could you when he slept in the room right next to you. Parents always busy with work and when they were free, they were focused on other tasks. Forgetting that they had kids.

So when they didn't arrive home that night, Jimin and you weren't the slightest surprised. Both of you stuck in your own room, enjoying the privacy. And privacy for Jimin meant peeking through the small hole to spy into your room. Didn't mind that you were just laying on your bed or cleaning the mess you left earlier that today, he wasn't wasting his time — rather he was dedicating all his time to you. Learning things about you, things you usually didn't show to people, you didn't open up to people. (Not even him!)

And when you thought back on it, you realized it was part of their fault for not caring to consider Jimin and you. They could've stopped his actions before they got out of control. Nonetheless, how could they have stopped his actions if they were never there to see him? Or you for the matter of fact.

An eerie feeling placed itself in your gut. You looked around the room, nothing seemed off. The gap between the door and floor bringing in the yellowish light from the hallway. The only source of light that entered your room apart from the moon's white reflection that surpassed your blinds. With one last glanced between the two sources, your lids shut close.

When you woke up, a delicious aroma entered your nose: it was a small, baked good with frosting on top that made you wake up. You immediately jolted out of bed, looked around the room with a confused expression written all over your face. Decorations surrounded themselves all over the room. A small paper standing right next to the cupcake, when you neared it you realized it had words in scripted to it: 'happy birthday princess!' Your parents never did this, a small happy birthday song with your favorite food — so who?

Your question was answered when you heard a dissatisfied groan, "You woke up already, I wasn't done!" Jimin's form walked into your room with candles still in packages, he was overjoyed with glee. You could tell by the grin from ear to ear, showing his white pearls and it wasn't even him turning a year older. His eyes sparkled, looking into your eyes he cheered out a, "Happy birthday!" Jimin placed the candles beside the cupcake, he spread his arms apart, "Come here!" You were still in shock, you never imagined or even thought about Jimin doing this. But you gladly accepted the warm embrace, something you've been very much needing.

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Jimin's smile staggered when he felt your tits against his chest. His breathing halted at how close he was, you smelled like heaven. Your hands wrapped around his waist, hugging him back. He didn't (care to) realize that his cock grew harder while his hands positioned themselves lower on your back. The embrace was longer than expected, he wasn't letting you go even as your arms started to let go of him. And when he did, a sudden force pushed you back, luckily on top of your mattress. You bounced on the mattress until you finally settled down.

Your hands were held tightly by Jimin's, you stared back at him. However, he wasn't looking at you, he eyes were focused at what was happening between your legs. He was standing the middle, eyes lightening up at the fact you were only wearing panties under this big t-shirt. You weren't basically covered at all. He loosened one of his hands, grabbing your two hands with one of his. You knew you weren't getting out of his grip, especially since he dedicated his whole school life to athletic sports. Joining the clubs after clubs that focused on nutrition, exercises, and everything athletic - like.

Jimin's hand went to tuck his pajama pants down, his cock out in the open, standing proudly. A scream unleashed as you finally were aware of what was gonna happen. It was too late and you knew it. You could scream, yell, cry, and do everything in your will power. Yet, it would do nothing but add more fuel to the flame. There was no one home, meaning no help would arrive. Just the two of you, you stuck in a stance you'd also never visualize. Sure, Jimin was a little strange at times, however, this was way to far. Jimin was your step-brother, someone you didn't really trust, just comfortable around. He was there when you moved to his school, when you were stuck with your homework, when you had no one to play with, and plenty more as you grew up.

Jimin rubbed himself against your clothed clit. You squirmed around, pushing around hoping to see a open opportunity to escape. You started muttering pleads for him to stop, for him to realize what he was doing. Jimin just told you that he knew what he was doing, that you were his little princess that he loved so much. So when he was tugging down your panties (that he had seen you put on yesterday night), you knew you were fucked up. Literally. Jimin didn't have to take off your t-shirt because of how see-through it was, so clearly visible to see your tits and stomach. You were adorable wearing a t-shirt, you looked so tiny in it.

You were his precious princess, turning a year older. You couldn't even cry anymore: your puffy, pink eyes hurt. His step-sister who he loved so dearly, who he had wanted to fuck so bad, so hard. So much that every night he had to fuck his fist, pretending that it was your mouth sucking him or your pussy sliding on his cock. That's the only thing that popped in his mind at the moment, it was real. This was no longer just a dream. It was finally happening! You were in front of him: legs wide open, pussy wet (just a little bit). Jimin chose to ignore how much you weeped with no tears, just a face dried with tears and nothing else. Broken sobs erupting each time his cock circled your clit. When he muttered how much he had wait for this. To have you in front of him like this.

His free hand directed his tip that was leaking out with pre-cum, he slipped it in, you cried out while he grinned out of pure excitement. You felt your walls tear apart as he moved in at a slow pace. You could feel his cock, he was thick, you could feel his cock scraping your walls as he went in deeper. He cursed in pleasure, moving your legs more apart to be fully absorbed in your pussy; all the way until his balls made contact with your folds. Then he put his hand under your back, arching it to inch closer to you. "You're so t-tight." He could barely move with your walls squeezing him.

Your heart pounded out of fear, you were in outright panic mode. He did it, Jimin really did it. You closed your eyes, you couldn't face him. Not when his cock was accommodated inside your walls, being warmed up by your insides. Not when Jimin was fucking you. Your hands still moved to escape his own. Two hands against one and he still won. It was useless — absolutely useless at this point. He was too far in his world.

Jimin pounded into you, loving every second you jolted because of his cock slamming into you. He moved his hips repeatedly, following the same pattern. His cock colliding with a spot that made you feel whine, even as you attempted to hide it, swallow it back down. You hiccuped, his lips kissed your own, gave you soft, gentle butterfly kisses on your neck. A contrast to how he was wrecking your pussy, his hand that trapped your own, caging it from freedom, caressed your fingers. Jimin's free hand playing with your clit, with the wetness that gathered where the two of you connected. He planted his head between your tits as your walls closed on him, indicating that you were close.

A loud moan echoed into the room when you squirted on Jimin's cock, milking his cock with your cum. Jimin kept going as his high was near as well. He plunged himself a few more times, before removing himself from your pussy and on to your stomach. Jimin moved your t-shirt up, so he could see your round tits. He released with a low groan, his sticky cum on your stomach, coloring it white. As a few drops landed on your tits, Jimin picked one drop up and slid his digit into your mouth that was open gasping for air.

The taste was a mix of bitter and sweet. You swallowed it quickly so that you didn't have to taste it anymore. Paying more attention to all that was happening, you didn't feel when he released your hands from his grip. Handled a cloth with chlorine, all you felt was a sudden motion and your nose and mouth were covered with his hand. You scratched his arm, he didn't flinch at the sensation all he said was, "Happy birthday princess."

Your fingernails left their last red mark and fell on the mattress.

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－－－－Time Skip－－－－✈︎

Wrapped around in each other's arms. You smelled his cologne, it crowded your mind completely. Overtook took all of your senses, made you get use to it; made you love his smell. The comfort his hugs gave you at the end of the day, arriving from work tired but willing to stay awake till morning just to be with you. And the kisses he gave you made you have butterflies all over your body. It had you enamored with him. But, of course, you would never say a single word about how you truly had fallen in love for him.

The both of you laid covered in blankets, with a few words spoken while watching the television. However, that was enough for the both of you. You two didn't need anything else, anyone could tell that there was love in the air. The passion the both of you two felt each other as recent husband and wife. Mugs filled with hot chocolate that melted whip cream sat on the table.

Near the television, you could easily a frame with two people in white. Jimin and you. What a lovely couple? It was displayed for everyone to see, anyone from the front door would see the couple staring at each other so fondly. The picture was meant for that spot, showing everyone that the both of you belonged to each other. And no one else.

It was fate...at least that's what Jimin always told you.

Days passed: you didn't blink, well, at least attempted to prevent yourself. You didn't glance at the food he gave you. You were scared of him, didn't know what he was capable of. Jimin, a guy you thought you could trust just a little was the one who made you believe you could never trust anyone again. Weeks passed, you got used to everything. Sitting alone with four walls surrounding you, like the usual. Therefore, you were fine with everything surrounding. Nothing appeared wrong so far. It was silent, a type of quiet that you could relax in without a worry about the world. The one you got accustomed to, you were capable of achieving so many things in a peaceful setting like that.

Before you knew it, a year had passed. The room was filled with balloons, 'happy birthday' decor, signs, and a smiling Jimin right in front of you as you woke up. Just like him, a small smile came to play on your face. It wasn't your fault his sweet nothings were printed on your mind. How he told you he would do everything for you to be next to him, as his precious fiancé. You blurred it out before he finished the sentence. Jimin was just a lovesick puppy in your eyes that wagged his tail between his legs whenever you gave him some type of attention. Didn't know that if you dared to leave him, the sweet, innocent puppy would bite your legs off so you weren't — ever — able to leave him.

Sometimes, when the old memories come back to you. Haunting you when you finally accomplished a good relationship with your husband. You hug him tighter, hoping that all those 'things' go away. But they don't. And they never will b cause during your happiest moment, the most celebratory times.

In the back of your head, there will be a cloud of dark memories where you'll remember the same words he tells you now with your screams of 'help' in the back. And when you stare at his eyes in the night, you'll remember them the night he took you, when you looked him in the eyes — begging, pleading — to let you go. But he just stared back, leaving the room with giggles at your amusing request. And when he returned, his face was tense and he didn't look pleased to your prior request. He leaned in, hand grabbing your hair, "Ungrateful brat. I give you all my affection."

He didn't need to yell, there was no need because his words reached your ears perfectly, "fucking love you to death. But you don't give a single fuck." Your scalp burned, "Just remember: that if you ever dare to leave me, I'll kill you to death with my bare hands. And then, I'll murder myself."

Maybe that was what made you fall for him: his dedication to have you or your dedication to live? Either way, you love your husband. So it didn't matter anymore. Because with two words, "I do", you chose to be his forever. It was just a matter of time.

cherry | 𖦊 : five

pairing: yandere! taehyung x f. reader, yandere! seokjin x f. reader

genre: fluff || smut || non-idol au || yandere

summary: you’re the cherry on top of everything. the little girl in front of your parents; the gooody two-shoes of your family, friends, and everyone who knows you. so when you’re staring at the two bright, red lines on the pregnancy test. you know you’re fucked, you really do. especially when there’s not only one man, but seven.

word count: +1.1k

tags/warnings: taehyung being helpless without reader, fun!, waste of good wine, lovie-dovie things, and that’s pretty much it!

notes: i love how taehyung is so cute with reader, it makes me happy. mr. kim seokjin made an appearance! ;)

tag list: @bananamochidaisy @mageprincess7 @darkuni63 @princess-sunshyn @redeyezbloodymouth @bxcndd @iloverubberduckiez-blog

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taehyung sits on the couch with yeon-tan laying on his lap. he has a bottle of wine in his hands, unopened and eyes tired. his heart is ringing loud in his ears and he feels like he's about to die. you're nowhere to be found. it's been two hours since he called you, warning you. but it's only him in the apartment, no sound or chatter of another person to accompany him. it forms a lump in his throat because if you don't come by morning, will you continue to see him? have him pay for your things? spend time with him? what about everything you guys did together. when the bell finally dings, taehyung rushes to the door, leaving the pomeranian along with the wine behind. he hugs you as soon as the door is opened. he can smell your perfume and a mix of something else. a smell that only happens when—your voice snaps him out of daze. "tae, have you been staying up for me?" there's a pinch of worry in your voice, it softly wavers. he nods his head that is still hidden in your chest. you finally manage to enter the apartment, you have him sit while you cook his favorite food as an apology. "do you think your gonna pass?" you don't think about the lie you told earlier, letting the words fly out, "pass? what are you talking about?" you smile at him, "i think you're sleepy." taehyung just looks at you, eyebrows raised and that's when it hits you. "i'm joking!" you stutter out, face burning up from the embarrassment.

luckily, yeon-tan barks at you, distracting the both of you with his high pitched barks and swigging tail. the two of you end up in each other's arms with tannie in the middle. you play around with taehyung's hair and the little dog's tail. an old, french cartoon is playing on the television. one that taehyung loves to watch with you because he knows how much it makes you laugh. he opens the wine with ease that the cork flies out so easily. the white shirt you're wearing gets stained with the dark red splashes along with the silk, white sheets. out of the corner of your eye, you see yeon-tan run out of the room as fast as he can. you're tackled onto the bed by taehyung softly. his bare chest sticking to your t-shirt, you laugh at his face that's spilling the red vino out of his lips that form a tight-lipped smile. your sight catches the name of the black bottle that is has taehyung's hand wrapped around it, the red top shining: Pétrus and Romanée Conti. your eyes widen at the name, having heard it's taste is great but the price to it was unbelievable. half the bottle is already empty, either leaked onto the fabrics of your clothes or taehyung's bare chest or drying up onto the comforters.

taehyung laughs at your squeals to escape as he kisses your face all over until he he places one last, deep kiss into your lips. his eyebrows moving up and down, "want a drink?" you nod at the suggestion. that night, you stay in taehyung's apartment with your and his body all sticky, drinking and enjoying each other's company. almost like lovers. his fluffy hair is messed up by all the goofing around, his nose is covered by lip stick that will always be yours. while your neck is covered in one single love bite, one that taehyung pecked with passion after he was done making it. you fall asleep before him, his arms pulling you closer to him: chest to chest and legs wrapped around each other's. taehyung can almost hear his heart burst. his eyes closing with his head near your face, slightly falling into your neck.

you left taehyung's apartment after a home-made breakfast with him and a quick laundry wash. the afternoon has already come into place and your coming back home after finishing classes at your college. but a man standing at your apartment door with black hair and a bag of your favorite fast food place has you frozen on your feet. a shock on your face when he finally turns around. "i'm not too late, am i?" you giggle as you run up to him, bodies close to each other as the both of you find comfort in each other. "i brought your favorite!" he says while winking at you after entering into your apartment. "it's been so long jinnie!" you squeal, taking a large bite of the hamburger in your hand along with french fries. the place you love is always packed with busy crowds, the longest lines to order fast food. so how did he get them? oh right, kim seokjin is the son of a wealthy ceo. he can get anything he wants with a snap of his fingers. the conversation drifts smoothly between the two of you, comfort in your home. "you remodeled your apartment. it looks good." seokjin wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin. "yeah! i saved enough money." you give him a fake smile, knowing that each penny was from the man in front of you or the other men you spend time with.

"how was your trip?" you muttered, resting on the couch upside down with a full stomach. "beautiful. the people there were nice and the food was great," he lies down next you, "but i missed a certain, special someone." he whispers to you, "a lot." your hand wraps around his shoulder, "really?" there's a knot in jin's throat as he can't believe he's right in front of you after such a long time. even if it was just two weeks. his eyes gawk at your pretty face, still youthful with happiness and ethereal. his breathing seems to stop as you come closer to him, lips too close to his. just as he's about to land a peck, your head turns to side and he catches a flash of a grin on your face. feeling a featherweight kiss on his cheek. his heart warmth's at your action. "wanna do something?" your eyes give him a questioning look. "lets watch the night sky tonight. maybe a cooking show until then?" you laugh at the uncertainty on his voice as he mentions the cooking series. "good to see you're still the same seokjin."

while you put on the show, you don't care to look at the lingering eyes on you. knowing it's just seokjin. don't care to notice how he can't keep his eyes off you or more like your phone that keeps buzzing with messages. seokjin's hand itches with a need to grab it. and he thinks he just might.

SOBBING. CRYING. YALL JINXED IT 😭😭😭

(im not ready to see them all with buzz cuts…)

★ 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 ★

pairing: yandere! taehyung x f. reader

genre: slight fluff || smut || non-idol au || yandere

summary: since the day you met taehyung, both of you have had a special bond. but with taehyung and your mother’s relationship miserably falling apart, and her leaving you alone, you can’t help but feel as a burden to her. at least, taehyung is there to comfort you in all the ways he can; giving you everything he has to offer and you accepting it all.

word count: +3.9k

tags/warnings: creampie, squirting, breeding kink, french kissing, taehyung neglects his wife's attention, two affairs mentioned, naive reader, underage drinking, somnophilia, drugging, unprotected sex (shame on taehyung:/), parenting sucks, dub-con scene, mentions of tae doing acts on unaware reader, mentions of oral sex (female receiving), reader agrees but doesn't know what she's doing with taehyung :(

notes: sorry i haven’t posted in a while. i’ve been a bit busy, but i’ll try to make it all up :)

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you cried on your white duvets, trying your best to cover your ears from the loud screams and shouts coming from the downstairs kitchen. they've been going at it for a while now, fighting over things that don't make sense to you. you don't know why they're still together really, because they give no love to each other anymore. anyone can tell. but if you really think about it, their love only lasted for a month before deteriorating to fights everyday. your mom's voice can be heard all over the house as she argues with your stepdad, who once was your favorite art teacher. he helped you after school, perfecting your art into something beautiful. you can hear taehyung yell at her to leave if she wants, that he doesn't need her bitchy attitude in the house and no later, she does leave. but not without a harsh door slam and a few ugly remarks that make your heart feel heavy for him; for the both of them. your hands are quick to wipe your eyes as you hear taehyung come up the stairs in a hurry. "i'm coming in, pretty baby." his hands are on you before you know it, cleaning the tears and snot off your face with soft tissues. he gives a small kiss to your nose and fixes your hair, doing everything to settle your upset-self. when your sniffles quieted down, he gives you a small smile, "wanna paint with me?" he grabs your hands and leads you to the canvas that is supported by a high easel at the corner of your room. he grabs the only high seat in the room and sits on it before you can and pats on his lap, which you know what to do. but before fully sitting on his legs, he makes sure to pull your dress out from underneath you, so your underwear can be on top of his pants. it's practically bunches up on your hips and upper thighs. then, taehyung makes you sit on his lap, something you've grown used to when he's helping you with anything, especially your painting skills. "lets paint..." he waits for an excited answer from you, but there's not a single noise, "how about the teacups from breakfast with me last sunday? the ones you thought were pretty with all the colors?" you nod at his words and get a brush with such little motivation, it's painful for him to see you down just because of that bitch you call your mother. "if you give me a small smile, i'll buy you breakfast, lunch, and dinner wherever you want over the weekend," he fingers tickle you and you start squirming around, your teeth finally peeking out, "so what do you say, just us?" he can tell it slightly irks you that your mother never goes out with you two, "it'll be fun, come on~", taehyung turns you around with your legs wrapping around his waist out of instinct to not fall. and when you finally nod after his small, little promises, he pecks your nose and lips. "my pretty girl, we'll have so much to do...but let's just keep it between us, we don't want your mom too jealous. yeah?" his nails start tracing your back in tiny circles, each time going lower on the flimsy fabric you call a dress. the other hand cups your neck in his direction to make sure you're just facing him as he leans in closer to you, "c'mon open, ah." taehyung's tongue slowly slips in your mouth once your lips part from each other, and he brings you closer by your lower back. the tip of tongue swirls in circles around yours until you run out of breath. taehyung makes sure you can feel the fabric of his jeans against your cunt; rubbing it harder and harder each time until your pants become clear that they're not just from kisses. your heavy breath makes taehyung grin, "a tiny smooch to make you feel all better; let's forget about that mom of yours, yeah?" the canvas forgotten on its stand, the brush on the floor dripping with white paint as taehyung slips his hands up your inner thighs to carry you to the wall. your arms hang around on his neck and legs grip on to him, scared of landing and bruising yourself on the hard ground. "taehyung, i'm scared i'll fall, can we sit please?" you beg him, but he hushes you with sweet encouragements that he won't ever let you go.

taehyung moves your white cotton panties to the side, sliding his thumb into your puckering hole. your hands clench on his plain t-shirt as you whine at the intrusion and soft caresses at your nub with his other fingers. when you're so close to releasing, he stops his movement and removes his fingers from your cunt, leaving you desperate. you whine his name and it makes him grin in amusement, "do you wanna continue, pretty baby?" he whispers to you, eyes meeting your own with a smug look as you repeat a stutter of, "yes, please tae." he takes his brown, leather belt off with no hurry at all. Even though his cock is hard and ready to be stuffed between your walls. your sobbing in frustration at this point, it makes him grin as he mocks you for it. "___, baby, what are you crying for? are you really crying because you want me to take it off faster? you're so desperate to get fucked like a bitch that you're sobbing for it?" you weep under his taunting gaze and words; the way he tugs you harshly doesn't help either. "want me to bounce you up and down on my cock? have you stuffed with my cum? your mom won't be happy with that, especially if my baby starts growing here, pretty." he mutters with a tiny devious look in his eyes as he pats your lower tummy. taehyung's mushroom tip softly parts your folds apart, nudging into your entrance. "is that what you want? my pretty girl, ugh, want me to fuck you so good that you have my fucking babies?" taehyung has his cute box grin on his face, pleasure in his eyes with all the love he has in his heart, just for you. you can't help but look away, hiding away in his neck because it all feels strange. all the words he says don't add up in your head, his stares make you feel insecure, and the relationship he has with you is weird. but every time you speak a word of it, taehyung doesn't cope well. he yells at your mom, says these awful things to her, and all the stress makes her run away, and it just leaves taehyung and you, alone in the house. it's then and there that he goes up to talk to you and tell you it's normal for you two to show your love to each other. "i just love you so much; i wanna have you to myself." and before you know it, taehyung's hands are all over you, showing his affection towards you. you whimper as his thick head grazes your gummy walls, "t-tae." he plays with your clit while lowering you onto his cock

before you know it, your eyes water all over again when taehyung splits you in half. taehyung's cock head pokes at your cervix in an uncomfortable manner. "t-too big," you mutter under your panted breathes. "it's okay, just a little more; you can do this." you don't even want to look down because you know that there isn't just a little more. taehyung lies about that. your walls clench around his length, attempting to push him out because of the bothersome pain. but it can't, so instead your cunt drips around his dick to make an easy cocksleeve for taehyung. before you know it, you're laying down on your bed, facing your fluffy pillows and teddy bears while your bottom is hanging in the air. your walls are clenching around nothing, your dress bunched at your waist and your comforters are getting wet; you've never felt so open, and it's embarrassing. "tae, i think i wanna sto-" you cry out at his hasty movement. how his hips meet your own; taehyung's balls slapping against your ass cheeks.  the extra inches that you couldn't fit once are now past your slick-covered folds. you can feel his throbbing cock ooze out big lumps of pre-cum. taehyung groans as he holds onto your waist for dear life, "fuck, baby, you're wrapping around me so good. can you feel me? i'm inside of you, gonna make you feel happy," he gulps loud as he starts pounding into you, "with my cock. gos-sh, wanna draw you like this." you whine at the discomfort each time he fully thrashes into you. your manicured french nails dig into your pink bunny and you whimper as your walls start pulsating around him, heat climbing up into your cheeks as you get closer to releasing. you weep his name repeatedly as he doesn't stop when you squirt around him. taehyung's dick is sticky from top to bottom with your juices. it clings onto your cunt and the bottom of his dick when taehyung parts away to flip you over. a slimy texture that drenches into your sheets and both of your skins. he brings your pouty lips closer to his face, holding your jaw open to spit into your mouth. "swallow." his saliva coats your entire mouth and throat as you do what he says without question. "it's gone, tae, i promise." he smiles at your small promise, "you're so cute. come here, let me take this off you." the dress that was your last sort of protection was thrown to the floor. taehyung nibbles on your skin and leaves his marks all over you. soon after, he's fucking you raw again. fingers gently tracing hearts all over your back, unlike how mean his bulging head meets your womb. you're moaning his name, eyes rolling back as saliva drips down your chin when his dick twitches. you're sticky with his spit on your neck and tits, globs of his cum spilling inside your cunt, and you're left quivering under him. you can hear the squelching noise of his cock-head separating from your cunt.

taehyung reaches for the bottom drawer of your white nightstand, and picks out a silky pajama set for you; it's the new pajama set he got you as a reward. when he goes to put it on you, you let him do as he pleases. you're sore and tired from weeping for taehyung and his dick. he hides you under your blankets and hugs you from underneath,"i'll stay here with you, my pretty girl. i won't leave you like your mom does." at the mention of your mom, your heart feels heavy and you know taehyung notices this, "i'll always be here for you. i promise." his eyes light up when your arms tighten around him and your head digs into his warm chest. "i love you, taehyung." a grin spreads across his face, "i love you too."

you don't know how to react at the messages on your mom's phone. little love notes sent back and forth from your mom and another man; a man who isn't taehyung. times and places where they would meet up after fights with taehyung, or when she was supposed to be home with you. you can't even read more. you're heartbroken, and you're not even the one who got cheated on. 'how could she do this?' is all that runs throughout your head. how could you tell taehyung this news? if you did, would he leave? would you have to accept another man filling in a father's position? but, what hurts you the most, is that taehyung would break his promise after all. you remember the first time they glanced at each other. after much begging, your mother took you to the small art gallery that was presenting the students' works, including your paintings. you left for a tiny second to see a friend, but when you came back, taehyung had your mother flushed a bright red. a few flirtatious lines and smiles, and your mom was hooked. it all happened fast. before you knew it, taehyung was moving in after three months of dating your mother. your friends teased you for it. the neighbors whispered about it, spreading rumors here and there about your mom. "how desperate can she be..." and "doesn't she have a sense of dignity for herself?" and you had to give them some credit because not even two weeks later, their precious relationship was in ruins.

your mother started disappearing from the house more often, avoiding taehyung and he didn't question anything of it. that's when taehyung began to chat with you more. he desired for you to be comfortable around him, so much that he brought anything you glanced at. you wanted more teddy bears? they'd be piled up on your bed. jewelry? he'd have them hand picked and fitted to your perfect size. and the gifts he would spoil you with. digital cameras, polaroids, canvases, paint brushes, different colors of paint or markers and so many other pretty things that filled your room. taehyung spoiled you like no other father could. even though it made your mom to see you happy, she couldn't help but feel lonely that he didn't spend a single dollar on her. maybe that's why she began talking to her co-worker, who soon became more than just that. it was evident with the way she would hide her phone away, dress up more, perfume stinking the house, and wouldn't spare her time at home. but taehyung didn't seem to question it, so neither would anyone else if he didn't care, including you. he'd be too busy stuck up in his office with a paint brush in his hand as he drew you. another one to add to his collection. countless of drawings, along with plenty of nights in bed with heavy sweat and a straining cock.

your mom is wide-mouth shocked at the gift taehyung hands her, and she's not the only one. you're in complete shock as taehyung chats away so casually about the surprise trip to paris he is giving your mom. "i know we haven't been doing alright," he smiles at her and holds her hands as he continues, "and i feel like i've been too harsh on you, so i want you to take a break from me." his statement making your mom laugh as she stares at the tickets. she gives him a huge hug, "i better start packing then! i'm going to paris!" it'll be her first time in the city of love. " i have to go call my friends." she hugs you tightly, and she's still cheerful at the news as she passes by you. "seeing her happy makes me happy." taehyung says as he sits right beside you, "are you happy for her?" you quickly nod your head, trying to shake off the guilt you have of lying. "how long will she, um, be on this trip?" he pauses for a while, "three weeks? i think. it'll be good for her to relax, and we'll have fun here!"

the car ride is silent, neither taehyung or you are speaking to one another. your mom is probably checking in at the airport while you're heading back home. you hate that she doesn't even glance at you anymore. and it's no secret that someone else is going on the trip with her. you can't handle  the pain anymore on whether you should tell taehyung or not. taehyung was the father you never had; when your mom isn't around, he is. He's there to hold your hand, to take care of you, to love you, and to spend time with you. he's everything you could ever ask for, and without him, you wouldn't know what to do. "i'm gonna stop at the store for a while. do you wanna come with me?" you shake your head. you can hear him sigh as he leaves the car, "i'll be right back then. make sure to lock the car." with the locked vehicle giving you a sense of security, you fall asleep with no trouble.

you wake up to the smell of something strong in the air. you're on the couch with a fluffy blanket wrapped around you. taehyung must've carried you from the car to here. when you walk into the kitchen, you see a bunch of glasses piling around filled with some type of drink. "i wanted to try something. can you taste them for me?" there are so many different colors with little fruits on top of some them. before you know it, you feel giddy either your cheeks pink and giggling at everything. it's a bit dizzy here and there, but the sweet drinks continue to go down your throat. you're sitting on taehyung's lap with your manicured nails securing themselves on his shoulder. one of his hands are grabbing on to your waist and the other has a grip on your ass with his nails digging in softly; taehyung is just making sure you don't fall off him. you don't mind that taehyung takes your top off because taehyung's only doing what's best for you. he snickers at your drunken state, "baby, you're too cute. you can't even handle a drop." he starts to grind you on top of his growing bulge. your pussy easily wetting your panties and his pants. taehyung is grateful to your mom for always making you wear skirts growing up because if not, he wouldn't be able to catch a sight of your pussy smushed against your ivory panties.

with your whines getting louder, taehyung knows your getting close. so, he quickly tugs his sweatpants down in one go and then lets his fingers trace up your thigh before he slides your panties to the side. "you're my pretty baby, you know that right? i'll always be here for you, __." he gulps before stuffing himself inside you. you can feel the veins on his dick as your walls struggle to take all of him. taehyung can tell you're such a daze; in a completely other world with the alcohol you drank. but he can also feel the way your pussy gushes around the base of his cock. your body presses up against his bare chest as your back arches. taehyung licks up your chest until he reaches the necklace your mom and him brought you for your birthday, and he sucks it in his mouth. his thick cock throbbing inside your heat. nights ending with a sticky mess between you, taehyung's warm cum spilling into you while you spewed yours on his abdomen and the base of his dick. "my pretty, i love you so much." his balls pressed up against your cunt as he hugged you to sleep. his fingers softly playing with the ends of your skirt to relax you. "i love you too, tae." small hands bringing him closer to feel his warmth as his cock pressed farther into your cervix. "a lot," you whimpered.

those three weeks, you did whatever taehyung wanted or asked of you. you let him mark you all over; inside and out. you let your whole being depend on him for everything. you let his tongue suck and tease your cunt. you let him leave his cologne on you and your room with his cum bloating your tummy day and night. all because you owned it to him; taehyung took care of you when no one did and loved you like his very own. and you loved him just as much. even as your heart yearned for a mother's love at times, taehyung would be there to soothe you with more gifts and attention. that's how you find yourself playing animal crossing on your very new, oled nintendo with taehyung's hand on your thigh as he drives to pick your mother up from the airport; making sure to have picked the longest route on the navigation app.

taehyung might be wrong, but is he really? he can't be, especially when he knows your body like the back of his hand. he has noticed the changes in you the last few weeks, and of course, your mother hasn't. taehyung eyes you as you chat away with your mother. you're wearing a small, ditsy lace top with little ribbons holding it on your shoulders, one wrong move, and your pretty tits would be shown. how cute, taehyung thinks. the tiny, low-cleavage top just shows how right he is. your swollen tits are so close to spilling out and pressed tightly against the thin material when they hadn't before. but, you haven't felt sick at all. you haven't puked or felt disgusted by any types of food or smell. he doesn't know what to think. and just when he thinks he's overthinking it, your soft tummy is shown to him. taehyung's heart skips a beat. a groan almost escaping his throat. the growing, small bump on your stomach is all the proof he needs. after long nights of fucking you completely raw, his cum deep inside you, you're gonna fucking have his baby. "can you, taehyung?" a voice he doesn't want to hear asks him. "huh?" he raises his eyebrows, not having a clue. "___ wants to go shopping with me, but i have to catch up on some work. can you take her instead?" taehyung watches you bite your lower lip to stop it from continuing to tremble, the way your eyebrows knit together, and hands are in tight fists. "always." his smile directed at you. maybe both of you could go to the baby store, he laughs in the inside. your mother walks away, ignoring the teary gaze that follows her. "___, pretty, don't cry," he mutters as he walks to you. taehyung's large hands immediately latching onto your waist so his thumbs can faintly knead into your tummy. he can't help that his cock is growing hard. "i know your mother makes you sad, so lets move out together." your eyes stretch at the new information. "you're leaving me?" you ask with a hurt tone. "no, never. i want you to come with me. it'll be better for you." and the baby, he really wants to say, but he'll give you time to adjust. the long hesitation causes taehyung's heart to start beating, fearful that you're going to reject him because it'll ruin his plans. everything he has done for you. he loved you when no one cared for you, and you're gonna leave him like this. he just can't let that happen. taehyung might just have to kill your mom with his bare hands; you're gonna leave with him, whether you like it or not. so many ideas are going through his head. "okay." his mind breaking free, because truly, taehyung has never felt relief until now. he smiles with all the love he has for you and his unborn baby, pecking your stomach all over. you giggle, thinking taehyung is just playing around with you.

"it'll be perfect. you and me." taehyung grins as he places one last kiss on the center of your tummy before leaning his forehead onto it.

★j𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞 ★

pairing: yandere! min yoongi x f. reader

genre: fluff? || smut || non-idol au || yandere

summary: after a couple of months of just staring at the same four walls, you realize you do love yoongi as much as he loves you, or maybe you’re just trying to survive.

word count: +2.1k

tags/warnings: yoongi kidnaps reader, unprotected sex, yoongi is delusional asf...(a ‘bit’ crazy in the head), pregnancy, murder(s), stockholm syndrome, mentions of drugging, unconsensual touching, dom! yoongi, sub!reader, stalking, reader starts going crazy lowkey

notes: this is more like a small drabble for yoongi :) and its kinda written to show that the reader is losing her mind, sorry if it’s confusing!

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min yoongi was a man of a few words. he liked to relax his mind with his own devices; never one to say much with other people, even to himself. he was an introvert from the very start. his past relationships were always left in pieces; left with girls in tears while munching on tubs of ice cream left and right from such a lousy boyfriend who never cared about them. how he couldn't save their relationship from ruins, leaving it to dissolve with no worries at all for the future of what they could be. if he's honest, yoongi doesn't even know (or care to) how he managed to get women to go out with him. what he thought was just a couple of hookups was actually a relationship to some of his 'girlfriends'. maybe, he just couldn't understand women or maybe, just maybe, he was a sleazy ass who preferred to be by himself.

but, yoongi preferred to say that he loved his alone time more and wasn't prepared for a full-time relationship. the peace that he had built within his mind was enough for him. yoongi didn't really need anything else around him except for money, which was his income from working a boring office job from nine to five; monday to friday with decaf coffee in his hands daily and blue light glasses to protect him from the screen of his desktop.

the constant noise of the people around him were just annoying crowds that he couldn't handle. that was until he landed his eyes on you. it's a day he clearly remembers from sunrise to dawn. how could he ever forget seeing such a pretty face?

it was just his luck that his apartment was far from the city. one word could describe his apartment: perfect. the land was extremely quiet since no one else lived around. the only exceptional noise that would interrupt the silence would be the animals: the deers that would constantly communicate with the others, bunnies hopping around, hummingbirds that chirp with soft ends, or the baby opossums that would sneeze to get their parents' attention. yoongi's house had more than enough of love. he lived for it. however, it never hurts to add more to a loving house, especially when he was missing someone by his side. yoongi couldn't believe his luck on how this apartment was so excluded from the world; from the hands of society. it's exactly what he needed when he wanted to play his guitar with no one knocking on his door to disturb him. or when he wanted to listen to his music out loud, or to keep you safe in his home. its like it was meant to hide someone inside it, and the best part is that no one would ever know. no person can search somewhere they don't know exist. in other words, you were meant to be his.

the second you were inside, yoongi had basically erased your existence from earth. your missing poster left on wooden poles, shops, and shown on the news. and yet, not a single trace of you was found; questions about your appearance went unanswered. everyone was clueless on what could've happened to you. your disappearance was a complete mystery to everyone: where had you gone?

are you still alive?

it was uncomfortable to wake up. your head was pounding and the dizziness that took place in your head only further pushed you to have nausea. "finally." a deep, unsettling voice boomed out of somewhere. startled by the sudden noise, you quickly glance up to catch sight of a man's eyes. he stood right next to the door. that was the beginning of a new chapter. you were slipping away from sanity as time passed. most of the time, you were left alone. 'where am i?'  You just sat on the bed trying to figure out what happened; what was happening. the man who stood in the corner — you learned his name was Yoongi — left after a while. he would talk a little with you before leaving the room, saying something about grocery shopping.

you kept up a calm facade for the sake of survival. You had to or else you didn't know what your captor would do to you. you had full knowledge that he had the possibility of hurting you, or even worse, he could kill you. just like he had the guts to take you from your own freedom and dreams from when you were a little girl.

but there was no stopping time. it crept up until you realized that you've done nothing to help yourself get out. you've sat there day and night, acting like a good girl for him when it wasn't even you who wanted to be there. you've wasted seconds that led into days and you hope that it doesn't go on to years because you've truly lost yourself in this house. so, you prepared and waited until he left to act out. what he didn't know wouldn't hurt him.

as soon as Yoongi disappeared from your room and heard another door close, you took the opportunity to do what you don't usually do. all your yells for help and screams of desperation were drowned by the trees. You kept losing hope each wasted second. you were watching it slowly fall away from your grasp, and you couldn't do anything. the remorse of watching as the days went by and you were still stuck in a room locked in by your captor. It was just him and you. You and him. but he swore on the stars that when the time comes, it will no longer just be him and you, but mini-hims and mini-yous waddling around the house.

the small interactions you had with him were uncomfortably awkward for you, and you could clearly tell that he knew. and yet, he stuck around, choosing to stay and 'talk' with you. he didn't want you to think you were alone. he would be there for you.

as the weeks passed, the situation worsened for you. at first it was him moving into the room along with his things, then the part where he started sleeping next to you, and eventually to changing in front of you, touching you, and kissing you. Soon enough, it got more intense. That's when you knew you had to get out someway. You knew what step was next when his touching didn't stop at a few pecks. yoongi began to play with your tits, holding your ass tight to his crotch every night. you just couldn't get away from him.

everything was fucking shut tight. you felt the heat of anger crawling in your body. each window was locked, even the cabinets were locked.  there were also hidden cameras. it was just your luck when you had found one in the bedroom hidden perfectly. you were very surprised when you saw it peeking out of the lights. it just proved to you that yoongi was a fucking lunatic. he had been watching you and you were fucking clueless about it. but it also meant that there could of been hundreds of these tiny cameras recording you. you needed to get out.

you couldn't take it any longer. You were watched every single second. You were touched when he was home. You just couldn't keep it going like this. it was your breaking point. you screamed, sobbed, and whimpered at the fact that you were here. 'pathetic', you thought. there you were crying miserably on your mattress without trying to escape.

you heard the door open and then close, you dug your head into your pillow as the footsteps came closer. "it's okay." You immediately felt the presence of Yoongi by your side, pulling you up into a hug. he was panting. "I was worried about you." The hug got tighter. "I came here as fast as I could."

yoongi had worried about you. in that moment, you realized that maybe you gave up long ago. That's why you let him do what he did, after all, a whole year did pass without your knowledge. missing posters crumbling on the floor as the world continued to revolve without your existence. You had gotten used to his presence, his kisses, his behavior, and his love towards you. You were so frightened at first and used his attraction for you as a shield.

he kissed your lips gently before sticking his tongue inside of your mouth. your arms unconsciously wrapped around him. And for the first time, you let him touch you with his love and lust. the unbuckling of his belt made goosebumps grow out of excitement. With one thrust, your pussy sucked him in whole. Yoongi lowly groaned while you whimpered at the sudden feeling of his cock inside of you."I love you."

Yoongi waited. Were you going to say it back? his hips pounded into you with a harsh pace. You guttered nonsense as you quickly held onto his shoulders for support. the overstimulation flourishing on your cunt as his cock disappeared inside of you. "I-I love you..."

He kissed your nose gently. Yoongi stayed still until you came, cunt squirting around his cock with need. He moved his cock out slowly before filling you back in, his hot tip reach your cervix. a smile on his lips as he continued to repeat his desperate actions. a yearn in him to hear you moan in his ears louder. to make sure his cockhead reached your soft spot good enough that you would be whimpering under him as his cock perfectly managed to hit your g-spot. yoongi sucked on your skin, groaning against it as your pussy clenched around him. you were so perfect. his fingers dived into your hair as you milked his dick dry. his pace got sloppier, soft grunts escaping his throat as you legs wrapped him closer to you. yoongi pushed himself until he was deep inside of you, cumming with a loud moan leaving his lips. limbs comforting each other as the stars shined brightly until the sun outshined them once again.

the constant fear of you leaving had vanished in yoongi. replaced with a loving emotion that never left him once. While you slept in his arms, he eyed you. his fingers tracing over your arms, "I really do love you." And he meant that. That's why no one was ever around the area his apartment was in. He made sure the cameras he brought were in use to protect his territory from trespassers. buying red, bold signs to keep people out of what's supposed to be kept hidden, and for anyone who didn't listen, there's a reason he bought a shotgun. he killed anyone that passed the border between your world and reality. it's really the main reason for the cameras that were placed everywhere: inside and outside.

And as time passed rather quickly, your stomach grew and your tits swelled with milk. yoongi couldn't contain the pure excitement when he found out. you were pregnant with his child; a family both of you were able to grow out of dreams. yoongi smiled as he talked day and night, chuckling as he pressed his ear and hands to your stomach. he couldn't be happier that everything he dreamt of was finally happening.

All he had to do was wait and the perfect family he had planned for years prior had been achieved. you were clueless to everything he'd done, maybe cause of the constant drugs that he put in your food and drinks. secretly hiding away inside the locked cabinets. yoongi's lips kissed your head with softness while you carried his tiny daughter in your arms after nine months of constant patience and care. "I really do love you, __." the tears that swelled up in your eyes reminding you of your past; memories that once rested coming back to haunt you. you felt the knot inside your throat, the disgusting taste of wanting to throw up because of the gruesome sight in front of you. The doctor's snow-colored coat was splattered with his own blood. he was dead, stabbed to death by your yoongi. the knife in the middle of his chest tensing you up along with the other harsh cuts against his skin. "I had to", was all he repeated, "for our baby." his fingers gently wiping the tears from your cheeks, "say it." You felt like you couldn't breathe during that moment. everything was taking you back to day one. "i-", you paused as your voice trembled, "i love you." the pile of blood grew, drowning out the wooden floor. a faint pink colored yoongi's cheeks, "i love you more."

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