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(a poem about a love that cannot be started)

I threw up words of affirmation

Just to see them in paper layin'

All because of those exchanged glances

And how he would never take chances

To write a perface for this unstarted story in affection

Our town is faded into nothings color

Stealing everything we can be, you plunder

I'm an artist with a brush bathed in revolution

Wishin' to free you from a lawless land within

A Mayor sayin' you & I live in different towns, forever

And that's how it goes...

☆ Written by me ☆

Maybe I've finally found my angel.

EL

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."

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"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.

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"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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              ☆彡❤︎︎𐬻𐬿𐬻𐬾❤︎︎ミ☆

Jung Hoseok walked into his favorite classroom, where his favorite professor was: you in your cute minimalistic clothes, trying to give such a serious impression. He didn't avoid you, no, he gladly walked up to you to start a conversation. He was definitely the teacher's pet, the way he followed every order and even scolded (bullied) other students if they didn't listen to you. Hoseok would make a student's life a living hell if they ever responded back to you. Or a simple, unnoticeable eye roll was enough to make him throw punches. Of course, outside school where you weren't around because he didn't want to ruin his reputation that he had specifically built for you. 

Hoseok tried his very best to make you proud of him. All the students could fucking fail. He would rank the highest scores out of all the classes, an ear to ear grin plastered on his face while you praised him for all the efforts he was putting into studying. His other teachers left mouth opened at his exam results in your class. Rereading the name to check if it really was him, surprised because in their classes, well, he's never present to take a test. No one sits in his seat. His scores are zeros or just blanks, left unfilled.

All his classmates could tell who was his favorite teacher. You. It was so clear, he might as well shout his confessions out loud on the roof of the school building, and yet, there wouldn't be an ounce of shock on their face. They wouldn't even flinch at the obvious news. There was no questions asked when Hoseok stood next to you, nodding his head while you told the morning announcements. He looked like a blushing idiot at the mere fact that he was standing right next to you. It was starting to get awkward. They would be hanging out together, laughing only to hear him sniffing the air and when they looked ahead, they saw you. The slight scent of your perfume entering their nose. Hoseok was whiffing the air, smelling the trail of your vanilla scent that you left behind when you passed him. Your vanilla aroma intoxicating him to the very core. The little things just made it obvious: the way he gawked at you when you ate your most preferred fruit, the strawberry extract rolling down from your pink lips to your cleavage without you noticing. No one but you two in the room. He let his desires flow out, wishing he could lick, suck the sweet juice of the fruit off your tits.

It was the only class that he had a high grade in. It was in your class where he sat like the goody two-shoes: his uniform neat as can be, his jet black, long hair fixed to the side, gently touching the back of his neck, and his stance directly facing you. He placed himself at the front of the room; sitting in the seat closest to you, and giving all his attention to you. No one else received the same treatment.

Before he met you, his adrenaline was getting into fights or yelling back at his superiors in order to face his parents' yells when he arrived home with his fists covered in blood or face with bruises printed. It all changed when he saw you, adrenaline turned into butterflies that kissed his stomach when you handed him the exam papers that proved how intelligent he was. Sometimes it was the rose blush that was evident on his tan cheeks. Most of the times, it was how to stop himself from bending you over and fucking you over his desk as you moaned out how good of a student he was. How dedicated he was to you. 

He was an absolute fanatic when he saw his grade. The way you whispered a small "congrats" was enough to plaster a smile on his face for the entire day. Or when you used him as an example to the rest of the class, it was like showing him off. He fucking loved every single word you spilled from your pretty lips. The pride swelling in him. (And his cock.) hoseok wanted you to fill him with compliments, and him only. ( Threatening students if they dared to get your attention.) Whatever type of assignment it was from an exam to a small worksheet; it was presented with an 100 or an A+. Succeeding every material you handed out, touching where your hand was placed. The paper still warm.

Hoseok would glady volunteer himself to aid you in anything. You had countless of papers to grade. Hoseok would be there, marking his peers' grades and making sure to 'discuss' to those who were close to reaching his average. Oh, the classroom was left with crumbs and trash? He made sure he gave a scolding to those 'friends' that littered all over your clean classroom. Hoseok would be the one sweeping the floors and wiping the desk clear of any dirt at the end of the day. Anything to be close to you.

Arriving home, he sat down in his desk. Moving all the bunched up papers and mess from his desk. All the work assigned from you was neatly organized in a black folder. The only folder he had in his bag and brought to class. Hoseok didn't even bother to look (or take) the other teachers' work. When he was forced to do so, as soon as he saw a trash can. Another piece of paper was thrown in. Not even minding that the professor watched with a sharp glare. Smirking at their desperation to prevent him. It's not his fault that he preferred you above everyone else.

Hoseok's mind was filled with your lectures, remembering the smallest actions to all the words you said to him. It was what helped him exceed in your class. He was obsessed with you, extremely. You were there for him and encouraged him to do his work. In the beginning, when all the other teachers gave up, you scolded him until he finally had done his homework. You smiled with a glimmer in your eyes, a small mutter of "thank you."only to treat him better each time he did something. And with all the adoration, also came the lust, Hoseok couldn't help it. You were just divine: your loud voice reached all of the students attention, he couldn't help but let his mind think deeper about what other things your mouth could do. 

Hoseok definitely felt that he didn't deserve you, you were way better than him, but he couldn't just let someone else take you away from. You were his. He was yours. That's just how things went.

The teacher to love and learn from. The one who trusted him like no one else did. Nobody could ever take away the destiny that both of you had. That was his belief; that you and him were meant for each other. It didn't matter that he was a student and you were a teacher. Hoseok could do something to change that. He could dropout, or if you really did sincerely care for him, you would quit. So that in the near future, Hoseok could be the one to take care of you, pay for everything you needed. For his children as well. He would find a job, it didn't matter that he had to stay a year longer in highschool or his reputation was down the drain the moment he walked into his highschool life.

His graduation would come in a speed, leading for him to have the opportunity to be with you. All his attempts to restrain himself was getting harder as each day passed, he couldn't ignore how much he wanted you. Hoseok needed you. Hoseok wanted you to devote your whole being to him. Love him from the bottom of your heart that you would let him breed you. Fuck you till you were covered with his cum.

"Hoseok, are you all right?" You questioned, he had appeared to be deep in thought about something serious. He quickly responded with a nod. Hoseok silently scolded himself for dreaming of such things during your lecture, it was rude of him. His ears listened through every word, however his mind ached with thoughts of him slamming himself in your wet cunt. 

As the school day ended, Hoseok was in pain, he had been having a more than difficult time controlling himself. His imagination had gotten the best of him, he needed to feel relief in your comfort. He started jogging to the classroom, but just as he started, he ran back out the building. What better way to confess than by telling you in the most comfortable place, the place you named home.

He knew you would leave the building, therefore, it was just a matter of time until he finally would be in with you. Hoseoks heart pumped with excitement. Gosh, he was such an idiot for you. His foot tapped the concrete floor, just showing how impatient he was. he discreetly followed behind you, it was a good thing you walked home. You lived close to the school. You had made it way easier for him. It was like you were luring him in, that you wanted him, accepted the situation between him and you. 

Hoseok's mind coming back to the first day he met you, his sister's bestfriend. You didn't recognize him, but he surely did. The moment you stepped into the classroom, all the memories of you both together baking cookies or doing whatever he desired. It was laughs and smiles all over the place. Then you left. His sister cried. He did too. That's when he became miserable. The last time both of you saw each other you promised to see him next week. You lied to him, made him wait by the door for no one to enter. Nonetheless, he had you back and that was destiny. He was using this lucky chance to have you in his arms forever. He was stronger now, he didn't need you to open jars for him anymore. 

He waited a couple of minutes after he saw you disappear through your doorway. He snuck his way to the front entrance, Hoseok's hand reached under the red flower's pot. The hidden keys dangled from his fingers, his lips turned upwards. Usual hiding spot. Hoseok didn't know how to feel as he took a step into your house. Each spot was neat and clean. he felt a rush of excitement in him as realized he was so close to having you in his grasp. his head looked up at the ceiling as he heard the creaks of the floor above, he quickly but silently hurried his way upstairs. his footsteps diligently placing themselves on the correct spots that wouldn't peep a single noise. 

Hoseok knew exactly where you were: your bedroom. it was the second door on the right side of the hallway, the biggest room in the house. he knew it by memory, after all, it was the bedroom he visited every night when he came to visit you. he made his way to the bedroom. it was there when his head peeked through the small gap of the door, his eyes struck on your form; undressing yourself right in front of his eyes. 

the feeling of someone watching you made you turn your head in response. your eyes surprised to see one of your students staring right back at you, mostly at your chest that was covered only with a bra. Mr. Jung Hoseok. he walked towards you, but stopped as he realized what you were holding in your hand. the shiny weapon reflecting from the ceiling lights; a knife. At a fast paced you pointed it straight at him, "what do you think you're doing Hoseok?" now it was his turn to be surprised at the sudden fact that you had known someone was following you. with no response, you asked again, only for him to lower his head, his hair covering his eyes as he whispered softly, "don't you remember me?" your voice was stern, "what are you talking about," the knife slightly lowering itself as you made eye contact with hoseok's teared ones. "it's hoseok." his voice so quiet, you could barely hear it. his small smile finally diving deep into your memories, you opened your your mouth, "hobi." the little boy who promised you that when he grew up he would marry you, a smile decorating his lips as he talked on and on about how beautiful you were. 

his hand took the knife away as he closed the gap between you two. Hoseok's hands wrapping themselves around you as you did the same. "i've missed you," he sobbed out, "a lot." you nodded your head at his words, you definitely missed the youngster. you gasped out, your mouth wide open as he pulled away. it wasn't because of how happy you were at the moment that the tears fell down your face or that you began to lose your breath as you cried. it was when you looked down that you finally realized what the sudden pinch was; the knife that was once used to defend you, was now pierced into your body by the same hand that had delicately held you a second ago. "but you still fucking lied to me," he pulled your head up to look him in the eyes, "made me wait for you when you weren't going to come back." he smiles, "at least i have you right now," he pecked your lips gently, "we still have a chance together." it was the words he said before he banged your head against the wall. 

　　　　　　　　　　　－－－－𝗍іmᥱ skі⍴－－－－✈︎

you woke up in terror, sweating from the nightmare. your hands rubbing where the injury was in your nightmare, the feeling of something else instead of your skin: a bandage wrapped around it. you were placed in a room you've never seen before in your life. "don't worry, it was just a small cut." you looked to your side to see Hoseok, sitting on the chair with his legs slightly opened and in his hand was small box, it was a dark shade of red. his eyes were boring into it, "i took care of it. it was just a small injury." his fingers twirled the velvet box around to reveal just the cushion, nothing else. he stands up which alerts you to move away from your spot. Further away from him. 

Hoseok's hand, however, prevents you from moving another centimeter as he drags you back to you original spot by your hair. Your heart beats fast as he places himself next to you, his hand moving to your own. That's when you realize that the object that belonged in the box was placed on your finger; directly on your ring finger. Hoseok rubs your hand gently, taking it and kissing it with such warmth. "Together forever, like I said." There's no reaction from you, your face is blank. You remove your hand from his and pinch your nose while holding your bandaged head, "wait." The throb in your head just made you close your eyes in pain, your mind not caring whatever Hoseok told you at that point. His arm wrapping itself around you, caressing your torso. And in the next few minutes, your soft snores were heard by Hoseok, maybe he hit your head too hard. His digit pads touched your stomach, enjoyment in him that in a few months his child would be there. It's a good thing the knife didn't go too deep, he just needed to teach you to never betray him again. 

he patiently waited for you to wake up with an amused smiled remembering everything that has happened so far. he couldn't believe he had you there in his arms when all those time he dreamed on and on about this occurring. each interaction made his heart beat. he was like a teenage boy in love. and he hated it. he didn't want to look weak for you, no, that would make you come up with ideas; you would use your power over him. so when he put the knife through you, he winced in the inside and if you looked at his face you would've seen the dread in his eyes and the falter in his smile just for a quick second. you would've seen the soft side he had for you. "i'm sorry," he mumbled into your neck, knowing that you wouldn't hear him. a soft moan was your response, hoseok's head shot up and you just stirred in your sleep covering yourself well with the bed sheets. hoseok, who has heard you makes those noises before when he sucked on your neck (sometimes going lower) while you slept away in the night, was greatly affected by it. the proof slowly but surely bulging against his black pants. he looked up to the ceiling, removing his hands from you and placing them on his bare chest; he hoped that his erection would go away by itself but as time passed, his groin only grew more hard. hoseok immediately made his way to the bathroom; you were right in front of him, he could do anything to you, yet he wasn't willing to. he hurt you and he couldn't forgive himself for that, the least he could do was aid you in recovering from the injury.

𒊹︎

hoseok took out his cock, slightly rubbing the tip with his finger pad before beginning to pump it. his hand wrapping around his cock, moving it up and down from the base to his hot tip that was gushing out with pre-cum. his mind picturing you sucking him off, your small mouth reaching as far as it could down his manhood. your warm mouth having him groaning in pleasure and each time you left his cock, the saliva strings would follow your tongue while they left a slight loop surrounding it. your head would bob as fast as you could, your red lips leaving a shade on his dick. and since you couldn't reach his base, your soft hands would bounce what was left. 

then his mind came up with another scenario; one where he fucked you straight into oblivion.

hoseok picking you up onto the counter where he pushed himself into you until he was balls deep inside of you, your moans relishing into the air as your brought him closer to you by wrapping him between your legs. your pretty panties on the floor along with that black blazer that you favor. your lipstick smudging against his bare chest as you sucked his skin, littering your marks all over his body while he thrusted into your small hole. your warm walls encaging him, swallowing him back in with each movement. 

he would watch as you threw your head back and with that chance, he grabbed your neck, tightening his hold on you. your lungs fighting for air as gasps left your mouth each time his cock reached your g-spot. your pussy beginning to cling on to his dick every time he fully entered, his low moans vibrating against your ear, softly biting it. hoseok would get you on edge, clearly understanding that you were close; he would pound harder into you, his hips slamming against yours. both of your skins turning a shade of shell-pink or reddish but it didn't matter because it only made it more sensual. 

his chest that had kisses by you would be replaced with your nail scratches, as well as his hand that surrounded your throat, that told him that you enjoyed what he was doing, your cunt showing him how well you could take him over and over until you were leaking with his cum, begging him to stop. how he would be the only man that would ever be able to fuck you; to be able to dig his cock inside your velvet walls and put his juniors in you. 

he would repeat it over and over until he was sure your womb was loaded with his cum. he would stretch your cunt, making sure it understood who loved it. who owned it. he would put your ass in the air, his hands on your hips and his cock disappearing into you. you would fuck yourself on him, use him like you desired to and hoseok would let you because he's your good boy. he'll listen to whatever you say, of course, if it's something he is willing to do. 

in the end, both of you will leave each other in such a mess, but it was your body he would focus on. he could see it in front of his eyes; sweat dripping down your body, his marks on your chests, his cum running down your inner thighs, and those red, smeared lips that had his stiff tip ready to kiss your cervix. and then in no time would a baby be resting in your stomach. 

with such thoughts, hoseok reached into his left pocket and when his hand flew out, a pair of your panties came with it; he put it right on his nose, smelling it to his content and with a loud moan he cummed on the toilet. he was panting for air, his hair sticking to his face the same way his graphic tee stuck to his back, he was sweating. it took him back to the nights he would sneak into your bedroom; grinning from ear to ear as he successfully got into the soundless house with no worries at all. 

he would watch you all he could, sometimes pecking your lips here and there. other times, hoseok would rub himself with one hand while the other clutched onto your cunt, his fingers coming into contact with your clit. just one finger he would tell himself, making sure that he held back the temptation of pushing in as much fingers it took to wake up, maybe waking you up with his cock between those wet folds. he would release right next to your face, some drops landing on your eyelashes or nose. your soft whines were enough to make him leave early morning, sweating with pleasure. 

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it was perfect timing as he left the bathroom more organized because when a groan was heard leave from your lips, he knew you awoke from your deep slumber. he laid down right next to your body, your eyes fluttering open at the fact the mattress moved. he didn't care at this point if you were too tired or in daze to listen to his words, you'll realize what his words meant in shortly. the fever that you had was going away.

very closely, hoseok muttered, "i can't wait to see my sister's face as we tell her we're gonna get married." he pauses to wrap his left hand with yours, "her little brother and her best friend. the student and the teacher." there's no expression on your face as he continues, 

"it was meant to be. after all everyone expected it to eventually happen. "

★ 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.

My brain hasn’t really been normal since someone asked me “Were you precocious as a child or did trauma force you to act older than you are?”

Seek the wisdom that will untie your knot. Seek the path that demands your whole being.

Oh no, oh no.

A classmate is starting to look a little too pretty....

Abort mission. Abort mission. ABORT MISSION—

I have big questions.

Should love always be both-sided?

Is unrequited love just infatuation in its highest intensity?

Can you love celebrities the way you love your loved one?

Can you love someone without fully knowing them?

I'm 17 and you're 18. But in my mind, we are so much older.

We are two old-souls with a timeless bond; and a love that spans the infinite planes of the universe.

We are forever like the universe.

We are ancient like energy.

Never created, nor destroyed. But always there.

Existing.

Permeating

Without a home.

My darling; we are forever and always because that's how long my love for you will last. Untill the stars take their last breaths. Untill the earth takes its last spin. Untill the world around us is too far-gone.

I love you. I will always love you.

- HB

I hate falling in love.

Always seems to be with the person who can't want me back.

Silly crushes turned fervent

And so heartsickness withers my bones.

My chest hurts

I want to cry.

Can't get enough distance

In order for it to subside.

Silly dreams

Silly thoughts

Raging confusion beneath his gaze.

With Draco’s hands on him, Harry finally understands what it must be like to be a Phoenix; it feels like he’s going up in flames, like he’s losing himself to smoke.

When you develop an infatuation for someone you always find a reason to believe that this is exactly the person for you.

Leonardo DiCaprio, The Beach 

I absolutely love how infatuation feels. It's the sweetest, most gentle thing in the world.

infatuation.

Your desired person is utterly obsessed and infatuated with you.

Your desired person is infatuated with everything about you.

“Everything you do is so beautiful, everything about you is beautiful…” - your desired person.

Your desired person is infatuated with your beauty.

You often catch your desired person staring at you, admiring how beautiful you are, how perfect you look.

Your desired person often stares at you, taking in every detail of your fact yet unable to find a single flaw.

Whenever you glance over at them, their already looking at you with hearts in their eyes.

Whenever your around, your desired person is unable to focus on anything else around them, completely intrenched by your beauty and infatuated with how gorgeous you are.

they genuinely don’t think there’s anymore more beautiful then you. Your the most magnificent person in their life.

Your desired person will often find an excuse just to talk to you so they can look at your face.

they look seeing the pretty different expressions you make, every movement you make is perfect.

John Doe headcanons

⬆️ That fella up there

(Canon: Bisexual, Fluid-Nonbinary, 20-40, 'Regular Guy' is his species, always messy hair, hair can move on its own, pupils expand when excited, tongue is a cute heart shape, too many teeth, his teeth aren't dirty, just naturally yellow, scars aren't because he's 'sad', doesn't know how to wear his jacket right, 112 pounds, 4 fingers on each hand, three toes on each foot, 5'8, tongue is very long, naturally black nails, shirt changes every time you look at him, has eyelids and chooses when he blinks, body has a clay-like texture, he doesn't have any organs but can for them if he or you chooses, and he has a hard time closing his, mouth fully.) All of that is canon, and I'm referencing the canon ref sheet from the actual creator of the game. You can find it on the John Doe Wiki. <3

He can't seem to get the hang of technology. No matter how many times you explain what to press and click and download, he didn't seem to be interested. Not until he found out that he could contact you through it, that is.

He immediately tried to understand it after finding out he could talk to you while you were away, instead of following you to work. That's not going to stop anytime soon, though. He just can't handle you being away!

Purrs, kind of. Like if he's happy or something, or just feels positive in general. Curls up when he sleeps, always in the fetal position when he sleeps, as weird and uncomfortable as it may seem.

He likes animals but won't get any because he feelsit'll take some attention off of him, and we can't have that, can we? No. Prefers animals like rats and snakes because they fascinate him. Doesn't understand their 'workings' as he says.

Doesn't need to blink. He doesn't have the need to wet his eyes, considering that they're for show. Sleeping, as well. Doesn't feel the need to sleep, but he learned how, in his own way. It's not sleeping, exactly. It's more of a state of tranquility and peace. The first time you fell asleep, he thought you died, never having seen a being sleep. He understands now, though, so it's all right.

His hair is very weird. Sometimes it's soft, fluffy, and sometimes stiff and matted. He sheds a lot. It doesn't matter what he's done or is doing, his hair gets everywhere. He's not allowed near the food when you're cooking, because you don't want hair for dinner. He says it adds flavor, seeing it as a way to be closer to one another.

Likes piercings. He enjoys the thought of having needles go through his skin to add element to his body, but not vice versa. Refuses to think about you getting hurt, even if you assure him it's fine. Will not allow anyone, including yourself, to hurt you.

Likes fire. It makes his clay-like skin hardened, rather than how doughy it usually feels. Unlike fire, he hates water. Makes him all gooey and slimy, and he doesn't like that. Wants to feel solid-it's better for hugs.

Speaking of hugs, he is practically attached at the hip. Always has some part of him on you and vice versa. Whether it be holding hands, a finger through your belt loop, or just a hand in your back pocket, he's content. If physical touch isn't your thing, then he'll tell you how much he adores you. You don't like words of affirmation? No problem! He'll do anything you need him to! Feel bad for him doing so much? Spend some time together! Whether it be watching a movie, cuddling, cooking (even though he sheds and doesn't know how to cook in the slightest), or even just being around each other, doing your own things. Need your space? Don't have to tell him twice! He'll get you some gifts. You said you wanted something three years ago? Done. Any physical item or thing he can provide to you will be provided. Long story short, he'll do whatever you want.

Wears a lot of different types of clothes. Skirts, pants, crop tops, shorts, whatever. One thing he doesn't love is jeans. He'll wear them, but he prefers sweats or skirts. Can't deal with the feeling of scratchy clothes. Will literally chew them up and throw them away. Speaking of clothes, he steals yours. Especially if they're dirty or need to be washed. Wears them until you take them for the wash. Gets sad when you take them.

His voice cracks occasionally, and he gets so upset about it. Will take a deep 'breath', or the closest thing he does to breathing, and says the sentence again. He doesn't like when it happens and stops talking until you force him if it happens a lot that day.

The first time that you told him you loved him, he wanted to cry, even though he can't and doesn't fully understand why people do it in the first place. "Why are you crying?" he asked, squinting. "Because you're suffocating me!" you wheezed. "Oh."

He uses his one-eyed form at home, knowing you understand it's easier and more comfortable. He really doesn't understand how to read all that well, so you taught him. He got the hang of it quickly and likes to leave you notes and texts. He constantly has tabs on you. Whether it be him coming into your job to walk around and talk to you, or him being in his hair ball form and in your shoulder or bag or something. Always around you. Always watching. Always comes back. (I'm so sorry.)

Calls you things like my love, dear, my dearest, sweetheart, gorgeous, beautiful, and things like that. Loves, loves, loves when you call him pretty boy/girl. Practically melts in your arms. They also love when you call them sweet things and mumble sweet nothings in her ear while you're together, especially when you're cuddling. Adores it when you run your fingers through her hair, and a soft purring emanates from him.

It may or may not wrap around your hand when you try to pull away....

That's all for now, guys! I'll be making more of these if I think of them. Requests and asks are open, so feel free to do that! (I'm so bored.) Stay safe, hydrated, and happy! Love you all! <3

"What would you wear when it's cold and you're indoors?"

"You."

"Me?"

"I would wear you on and around me."

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