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𝙃𝙞𝙨 𝙁𝙖𝙫𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙏𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙧 - Y̶a̶n̶d̶e̶r̶e̶ S̶t̶u̶d̶e̶n̶t̶

ᗯᗩᖇᑎIᑎᘜ ⚠︎︎ : mᥱᥒ𝗍і᥆ᥒs ᥆𝖿 𝖿ᥙ𝗍ᥙrᥱ ⍴rᥱgᥒᥲᥒᥴᥡ, ᥲgᥱ gᥲ⍴, mᥱᥒ𝗍і᥆ᥒs ᥆𝖿 ᑲrᥱᥱძіᥒg, mᥲs𝗍ᥙrᑲᥲ𝗍і᥆ᥒ, sᥲძ!һ᥆sᥱ᥆k, ᥎і᥆ᥣᥱᥒ𝗍!һ᥆sᥱ᥆k, s𝗍ᥲᥣkᥱr ᥎іᑲᥱs, іᥒȷᥙrᥱძ rᥱᥲძᥱr 𐬾𐮚༺

              ☆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.

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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. "

α вιց "нαρρу"ƒαмιℓу (2) - Yᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ Hᴜsʙᴀɴᴅ

ᗯᗩᖇᑎIᑎᘜ ⚠︎︎ : ᥲ ᥣ᥆𝗍 ᥆𝖿 smᥙ𝗍, sᥣіgһ𝗍 ᥴᥙrsіᥒg, ⍴rᥱgᥒᥲᥒᥴᥡ, ძ᥆mіᥒᥲᥒ𝗍!ȷᥙᥒgk᥆᥆k, ȷᥙᥒgk᥆᥆k ᥣ᥆᥎ᥱs 𝗍һᥱ 𝗍һrіᥣᥣ ᥆𝖿 gᥱ𝗍𝗍іᥒg ᥴᥲᥙgһ𝗍...ᑲᥡ һіs ᥴһіᥣძrᥱᥒ, sᥙᑲ!rᥱᥲძᥱr, ᑲrᥱᥱძіᥒg, sᥣіgһ𝗍 ᥴһ᥆kіᥒg, unprotected sex (don’t be dumb, wrap it up), ⍴ᥲrᥱᥒ𝗍!ᥲᥙ, kіᥒძᥲ ᥴrᥱᥱ⍴ᥡ, 𝗍һіs іs s᥆mᥱ𝗍һіᥒg ᥱᥣsᥱ...

your eyes fluttered tiredly, exhausted from staying up during the night talking to jungkook. comforting him, telling him that you would never leave him and that you love him from the bottom of your heart. he dug his head into your neck, muttering to continue on what you were saying. his hand wrapped around you and brought you closer. leaving small pecks on your collarbone and each time you were dozing off, he would jolt you awake to tell him more things. therefore, you woke up early monday morning to get your kids (and husband) ready, the usual routine you followed monday through friday. 

when you were ready to head downstairs to the kitchen, all dressed up in a yellow summer dress that you could relax in the heat of summer. you had gone to the kitchen, descending down the stairs quietly in hopes you didn't wake up anyone in the household. but failed as someone noticed the lost of warmth on the bed. you left Jungkook wondering of where you went in the bedroom, an empty space next to him when he awoke which was as soon as you stepped out of the room.

once you were done cooking breakfast, you sat down to relax a little more knowing that your kids would be waking up in a while. or sometimes you had to go wake them up from their deep sleep. you settle down on one of the chairs that surrounded the kitchen island, your mind finally resting. until you were interrupted, your thoughts disappeared when hearing heavy footsteps coming down the stairs. right away, you recognized it was your husband's, jungkook was coming down the stairs. his sandals slapping against the floor as he sleepily walked to find where you were, following the scent of your sweet perfume. his hands rubbing against his eyes to wake up. when he spotted you, he wrapped his hands around your waist while muttering a small "good morning sweetheart, it smells good." in a sickly sweet voice, you nodded your head, a 'thank you' to his compliment. you had grown tired of trying to fight him, so in the end you just tried to get along with him for the good of your children. acting in love, hoping you don't fall for his romantic tactics.

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"you look absolutely stunning," he said looking at you up and down once he noticed what you were wearing, his eyes shining with lust. his hand began to caress your waist while the other one had the tip of his fingers twirling the end of your dress. "my wife is so pretty." he whispered, his wet muscle tickling your ear. he pressed you up against the counter, showing you his strength and how needy he was by the bulge he was shoving into you. "it's one of the things that made me want you," you were holding in your breath as he continued, "i know you want me to please you right here and now." his fingernails dug into your waist, he was holding back his desire to just stretch you out already. "oh gosh, i love this little dress on you," he groaned. jungkook started to softly move his covered dick into your ass, slightly panting at the sensation. 

you knew that you couldn't reject him. not one bit, because if you did, it would start everybody's day awfully. his tone would be harsh, his eyes glaring at you and annoyed by his children's presence, one wrong move could easily fire him up. especially when he arrived from work, exhausted and still furious from the morning. and when he finally sets his eyes on your form (meanwhile your children are in the playroom) jungkook's gonna get what he wanted; he's gonna drag you into the living room and pound into you on top of the couch. you know this for a fact since it's happened multiple times when you ignored his clinginess. 

his tone had flourished into a strict, demanding one as he sensed your stiff body against his. "are you gonna spread your legs." nodding you tried to let out a smile. however there was panic flooding in you as you came to realize that your oldest child was gonna wake up, and you didn't want to let him see a scene; specifically one where he sees his mother being pushed into the counter with the brunt of his father trying to reach their climax as jungkook pushed his length into your pussy. in spite of all those thoughts popping in your mind, you were already in a bra with your dress hanging on your waist.  Jungkook sucked your neck leaving light purple marks over your collarbone, which would result in you having to cover it up with makeup in order to hide it from your children. there was really no other reason than that; no need to hide it from other people since you didn't have that privilege. 

"jungkook, how about later", you couldn't do it with him in the kitchen, dreadful if your child found you. you waited for his answer (probably a complaint) but there was nothing in exchange. he was ignoring you completely, his head went more down and he ripped your bra, softly biting your nipples. you tried to lower any sounds that could come out of your mouth but jungkook knew what to do to have you moaning at his touches. your mind trying to keep up that at any second, your innocent baby could walk in. the thought lingering every second that Jungkook's hands lowered onto your body. but you let his hands roam around your body. "please", a whine let loose. his cock grinding against your clit, the room was getting warmer and heavy breathing could be heard coming from the both of you. his head leaning into your neck, "i love you" he said it so low you could barely hear it. you gripped the corner of the counter. jungkook pushed your panties and the rest of your floral dress all the way down to the floor. his pants and boxers crowded around his knees. you felt his hard tip pressing against your folds, in one harsh push it was brushing against your cervix. a silent scream from you and his quiet moans muffled vibrating against your neck, "fucking love you." he groaned at the sensation of your cunt's hold around him, he replies with a strong grip on your hips pushing his hips upward. he throws his head back at the delicious feeling.

your hands tightly held the countertop, doing your best efforts to keep your moans faint. but finding it difficult with jungkook's cock buried deep inside you. while Jungkook made all the noises he wanted, not caring that his child could find him like this. actually, he would find himself more needy if he sees his small child innocently looking at him pushing his cock into you; fucking another child into his mom, making sure that in a few months you're tits and stomach would become huge. like he had done to get you pregnant with all the children you two had. it takes you back to the times he rammed his length into you or made you give him a blowjob, clearly by his actions, stating that he doesn't give a fuck about them. 

one night with a very similar situation like this one. he had wanted to stick his cock inside of you, horny again. but your oldest son was sleeping on the bed. so you told him to keep quiet and neglected his request, that's when he gave his own conceded opinion when it came to his children preventing him from pussy-wrecking you. angered by your rejection, he glared at the child that basically cock blocked him when you weren't looking. you thought he would ignore you after this.

thought.

it was midnight when he woke you up with his cock filling you up, a loud moan left your mouth. you quickly covered your mouth, as you stared into jungkook's eyes and then at the right side of the bed to see one of your children sleeping. "i want you to ride me now. please." you shook your head, how could he act like this, his child was inches away from you two. You couldn't answer, it was too late because he was already putting you guys in the position he wanted. you tried to get off him. however, his hands were gripping on to your hips to stay still. "stop already." he caressed your cheek, "i just can fucking resist you. your lips. your body. your cunt." his voice slightly trembled, "i just love you." however, he was always contradicting. jungkook's hand slowly went down and got a hold of your throat, your eyes widened. "but sometimes, it seems you need a punishment." he smirked, "gotcha. now, take off your nightie or else I'll add another round." your eyes begged him not to, glancing at your sleeping child, his hand tightened around your neck,"you want another round? i'll be glad to give it to you." your fingers landed at the end of your dress, defeated, you took it off. a grin on his face, he took the skimpy dress from your hands and threw it on the other side of the room. you felt his cock get harder, it pressed more onto your walls. you slightly whimpered at the contact. jungkook smiled so innocently when he heard you, "is my cock making you feel good?" your eyes searched his own for any type of sick emotion. but you could see nothing else than just lust and love for you. his hands redirected themselves on your hips, pulling you off his cock until only the tip was left inside.

"ride me." he whispered into your ear, as he started to leave bites on your neck, his hands molesting your tits. you placed your hands on his chest, sinking yourself on his cock in one go. you let out another loud moan, stopping your movement. a wrong move. jungkook slapped your ass, which jolted you on his dick. he snickered as he switched his head to the other side of your neck. "come on you got this, just move already." the faster you go, the earlier he cums; that's all you repeated in your mind as you placed your hands on his shoulders. the squelching noises echoing into the room as you began your pace on his dick fast. jungkook groaned at the sensation of his cock getting fucked by you, while you moaned at how his cock reached all your good spots. a slight whine leaving you as Jungkook squished your tit too tightly, "o-ow jungkook", a white substance leaving your nipple caught his attention: milk. his head dug into your tit and began sucking roughly on it. your sensitivity sky-rocketed, recently given birth to your second child, you moaned at the feeling. one of his hands moving back to you hip, wrapping itself around your form to control the speed. jungkook pushed you on his groin faster, making you leave his whole cock, only to suck it all back in. it made him and you feel euphoria. your clit puffy and swollen from his fingers flicking it. "f-fuck, you're so good." he groaned out loud, "shit- i'm close," his hand moved faster on your clit. jungkook threw his head back while still bouncing you on his cock, your tits bouncing harder as he escalated the pace.

he started cursing out and you started moaning, the shift at the corner of your bed made you remember who was right next to you guys. you wrapped your arms around jungkook and pulled him into a heated kiss, trying to swallow each other's sound. you gently pushed him back into the bed while he sticked his tongue in your mouth. meanwhile, you squirted around him, moaning in pleasure. jungkook grabbed your ass and pushed you one last time on his cock. he released ropes of his cum into you. in response, you gasped at feeling his warm cum spreading in your womb. jungkook's saliva dripped down your chin from the messy kiss. he rubbed your back and planted a small smooch on your shoulder. he sat you up, still on his cock, his breathing faltering but he didn't remove you. instead, jungkook grabbed his shirt and made you wear it, directing his eyesight to the small body laid out right next to you guys, snoring away. he chuckled in amusement, "don't worry, he didn't wake up. he's just like me." a twinkle in his eyes when you laughed at his comment. the panic you felt at the beginning all gone. 

jungkook laid you down on your stomach, he fully pulled out and left you empty in the inside. your eyes snoozing off until your hips were pulled back up and your back was arched by a tattooed hand. "i did say it was a punishment." the tip of his dick touching your folds, before you could react, a hand grabbed your hair, pushing your head into the pillows enough to let you breathe. jungkook's cock stretching you out again, your walls tightening around him from the sudden action. you felt all of him, feeling how he had you packed to the base of his manhood. your puckering hole swallowing back all his previous cum. one of his hands holding your hips up for his use, the other one holding the wall to help him go faster. but, before moving his own hips, he whispered, "i want another one." you were caught completely off-guard by the confession. another one? jungkook's cock reached your cervix, fucking it better than before. your hand wrapped around the sheets turning your knuckles pale, the bed began to tremble from the force. "i've— shit — told you i wanted both a boy and girl," you froze, "and we only have two boys." it didn't feel as good anymore when he tells you that. and jungkook noticed your change of demeanor. your once opened mouth that whined in pleasure, that leaked drool, closing at the statement he said. you love your kids, you really do. but jungkook doesn't help out with them. of course, he's become a better parent than before. he pays more attention to them, especially to the youngest. you remember when you gave birth to your second son, jungkook gawked at the baby's face for a while. later on muttering that the baby had the same nose, hair color, and lips as you, unlike your first son who looked like the spitting imagine of jungkook. deep in your thoughts, you hadn't realized that your son was stirring in his sleep, when you finally awoke from your own thoughts and saw him fluttering his eyes constantly. 

you wanted to tell Jungkook, yet your words seemed stuck at your throat though. the noises that emerged from you unstoppable that you had to muffle them by biting the blanket. your orgasm coming sooner than his. the white, sticky substance making a ring around the base of his manhood. it made it easier for him to ram into you. his thrusts were rougher and more firm than before. the sound of skin slapping grew as he continued to plunge his cock into your cunt. it was difficult to say something out loud, especially when he was pressing forcefully on the huge bulge that appeared in your tummy; it made you feel him even more, made you squeeze your tiny hole as close as possible around his base. the noise of the headboard repeatedly hitting the wall reached your ears. your son was gonna wake up from these noises, it didn't matter if he was a deep sleeper. you turned your head to look at jungkook, to signal him to stop everything he was doing. however, when you looked back, he was already staring back at you. his dark, doe eyes shining in the room with an expression you couldn't read. his hand clamped your head up by your hair, you were scared. both of you still making eye contact, he shoved his hips into yours a few more times, releasing another huge load of cum into you. jungkook pulled out, quickly inserting his fingers into your hole. he reached for something in the nightstand, laid you down on your back and spread your legs apart. "it's okay," he said as you couldn't even rest when he replaced his fingers with a vibrator, "after this, you'll get pregnant for sure." you ignored what he said, focusing on how lucky you were that the speed was very slow and gentle. he slid your panties on clumsily and then, jungkook pulled the shirt you were wearing all the way down as much as he could. afterwards, he pulled his pajama pants up. both of you glancing at your eldest son, noticing how his eyes kept opening and closing rapidly. he was definitely jungkook's son. you moved to the middle, in between jungkook and your son. a bit uncomfortable as the vibrator kept on moving. jungkook kissed your forehead and whispered a "goodnight" with a smirk on his face, hugging you closer to him. his hand directly on your tummy, rubbing it delicately, indicating what he wanted. what he had said earlier. what you knew was gonna come true. you faced your son, his soft snores the only thing you could hear in the room now. he scooted closer to you, wrapping his small arms around you. his very tiny voice breathing out, "mama." you cooed out in response, completely in awe, you planted your lips on his chubby cheeks. you fell asleep hugging him, unconsciously connecting your hands with your husband's. jungkook's lips turned upwards, his heart warming up. oh boy, he could be a lunatic for you. and he definitely was. Jungkook had no regrets on taking you all for himself. this is everything he ever wanted and more. 

he would fight for you. even with his children. jungkook liked sharing you with his kids, but that didn't mean they should take away all your attention. if he wanted to cuddle you the exact same moment your children were in need of their mother, he would want you to come to him first. sometimes he would beg you (more like order) you to stay with him, to choose him, your husband, over your children. the children that he wanted. that he forced upon you. but he didn't like to mention that especially if you said something along those lines.

his thrusts kept their steady pace. you could feel the heat radiating off your bodies. you could also feel each throb jungkook's cock had, how stiff he was. he was smothering your gummy walls, loving how he was screwing you in the kitchen. screwing you in your cunt. his hips slamming into yours, you hoped he would finish soon. the pressure build up in your stomach, whimpers that couldn't be held back were bouncing off the kitchen walls. oh no. the mewl sounds of your wetness combined with the bottom of his cock slapping against your pussy. you finally released a loud muffled moan that had escaped, but it was held back from the prevention of your hand tightly held against your mouth because of one of jungkook's last violent rammings. your heart pounded against your chest when you heard faded footsteps on the floor above. your son was awake. and you were naked with your husband's dick inside of you, licking your walls white with his release. you weren't prepared for what could happen, so you pushed him off, composing yourself to like how you always did: happy and organized. not noticing the stain on the floor and ignoring the drips of his cum and yours coming out of your overused hole. 

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joon-woo ran in as soon as jungkook put his sweats back on his hips. the ends of his shiny, black hair dripping with sweat. your son shouted in happiness, "mama! papa!" he went straight to you, stepping right in front of your feet indicating that he wanted to be picked up as he kept jumping up and down with his hands reaching for you. your legs were closed shut with no underwear to hide your wet pussy dripping with jungkook's essence, attempting to stop the leaks of jungkook's cum out of your cunt. you smiled at your son, picking him up as you told him what was for breakfast. jungkook's lips raised at how fast you were to change your attitude. you were such a good mother, he couldn't help but feel his length harden. you were so good for him and his kids. he hugged you from behind, wrapping his arms around you and your son. your eyes widening at the bump you felt pressing against you. all jungkook did was smile and start chatting with joon-woo, making his kid giggle. he let go of the both of you, instead placing his hands on your waist, bringing you closer to him slowly. his eyes switching to you, noticing how your chest tightened and you bit your lip. until your son spoke, "papa, what's that?" his small finger pointed at the white droplet on the floor. as soon as jungkook saw it, he knew what it was, a smirk plastered on his face. you couldn't believe it as he walked up to the spot and swiped it with his finger. "nothing joon-woo," your son accepting the response, turned to you and began his blabbering. you nodded your head with a small smile, but your eyes were focused on your husband's body. his mischievous eyes peering right into yours as he pushed his finger past his lips, you saw his tongue taste the white liquid. "can i go play with my toys, mama?" your orbs gazed into the copy of the doe orbs you were just focused on. "o-of course joon-woon!" he landed on his feet and ran away into the living room with such an energy. 

you ignored jungkook's presence, and the fact that he was gently pulling out your panty from the pocket of his sweatpants. you headed back upstairs to the nursery, hearing the footsteps padding behind you. you opened the door quietly, walking in to see the movement inside the crib: your baby wide awake and moving his hands around in the air. you giggled at the sight and made your way to pick him up, but tattooed hands beat you to it. jungkook grinned as u-jin cheered at his victory, he slid one hand under the baby's head and neck while the other hand under his bottom. he pecked u-jin's head and his heart warmed at seeing his son moving joyfully. jungkook adored how he could easily view the similarity between his second son and you, the mother of his child. he left the room with the grin still on his face knowing that your little self was following a few steps behind him. probably taking long and fast strides to catch up with him.

a loud cry from downstairs reminded the both of you of the small child left behind. "let's go eat!" you excitedly yelled, hoping to stop the tears from your son, feeling guilty and terrible that you forgot him in the living room. all of you sat on the table; joon-woo sitting on a high chair right next to jungkook and u-jin in your arms. when jungkook finished his breakfast and joon-woo was playing with his left over food while you scolded him for it over a very drowsy baby. jungkook shrugged his shoulders at joon-woo who gawked at him with tears in his big eyes. before any explosion occurred, jungkook excused himself from the table for the restroom whispering to his son, "don't be a bad boy for mommy."

"just perfect." he could just groan in satisfaction at what he saw on the phone. jungkook cared about every single detail about you, it didn't matter that you spent your time with him only. he needed to know. that's why he logged how many days you got your menstruation so he could know when you would get it next. so when he's checking when you're supposed to get your period and he finds out that it's late by two weeks. he could just rush to you with glee filling him, get on his knees and kiss your tummy all over with a bunny smile decorating his lips. just knowing you were going to swell with his child made his cock fatten and want to bloat you with his cock and more of his babies. his family was expanding fast, and he couldn't be more delighted. jungkook could just imagine your tiny self waddling around the house with a pregnant belly (all over again) with joon-woo running around with excitement, asking questions of why your belly was getting bigger, and u-jin lulling around on your bursting chest as jungkook takes care of you. 

that's all he needed. and it's all you needed too.

★ 𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 ★

ᗯᗩᖇᑎIᑎᘜ ⚠︎︎ : ⍴rᥱgᥒᥲᥒᥴᥡ, g᥆rᥱ, 𝖿᥆rᥴᥱძ, ᥴrᥱᥱ⍴ᥡ, ᥙᥒᥴ᥆ᥒsᥴі᥆ᥙs, ძrᥙggᥱძ, ᥲᥒძ 𝗍һrᥱᥲ𝗍ᥱᥒᥱძ

"Kim Taehyung r-rejected me..." the girl muttered while trying to hide her face, her friend listened. "Don't worry he rejects everyone... it's his thing", her friend insisted, helping the girl with eyes that were spilling tears and the truth.

She was hurt and in love, like all the students who have tried to conquer Kim Taehyung's heart, trying their best to at least catch his attention. In hopes of a future relationship with him. And when each attempt failed, they were left heart-broken, left to pick up the pieces themselves.

No matter how hard anyone pushed themselves to attract him, nobody could. He was very handsome, to say the least, everyone thought the same. His effort was sincere in all the things he did, aiming to gain the highest challenges, and having the highest standards in everything. Everyone.

Girls and boys would adore him at first sight, whether it was his personality, looks, manner, they would fall for him. Hard. Despite all the spotlight he controlled over the school, he didn't care about his admirers. He basically didn't even notice them, his focus was only on the person who had managed to catch his eye. To Taehyung, he had seen the most perfect and gorgeous human being.

Taehyung at first thought it was just a 'feeling', then it followed by a liking to you, just a small crush. That was it, it was what he thought of you, a small random admiration he had for you with a certain amount of feelings in it. Taehyung got use to the tingling feeling, every time you passed him in the hallways or somehow got near to him.

It would go away someday.

But it didn't, each day his heart fluttered more than before.

That was until he found out his feelings were more intense than he thought. Taehyung loved you. It explained every time you got near a boy, the hatred bubbled in him. The jealousy that wished it was him talking to you. Taehyung needed to get closer to you, it was a necessity. Maybe, just leave a letter in your locker that admitted his true feelings.

So he did.

But it didn't stop, he decided it was best if he continued giving you 'small' treatment: gifts that costed more than anything you owned, letters that described his undeniable love, flowers filled your locker, and the bears that were stuffed into your locker.

He was infatuated with you. Taehyung chose not to believe in it, repeating in his mind that it was just a one-time love thing. But his presents never stopped, they came daily and you had began to be creeped out, however that didn't mean you would let it scare you. Generously you accepted, having no idea what to say when you arrived home, hands packed with your favorite snacks or things you've wanted.

Taehyung gave you all he could, you were interesting to him, you had caught his eye when you passed by him in the hallways. You outshined the rest. You left his mouth agape, and eyes wondering to you with his mind crowded with thoughts of you in it.

It was typical to see you around the building, you would be surrounded by your friends, telling jokes out loud. Your friends laughing at you, the looks that they would give you when you tried to hide your laughter by putting your hands on top of your mouth. Some muffled giggles could always be heard from you.

At that time, Taehyung was certain that he wanted to know more about you. This girl who's always happy, cheerful, and laughing all over the place. You would bring positivity into a room with just one fit of laughter or a smile, you would make the students' days, you would be nice to them day after day.

Taehyung realized that he only wanted you to entertain him, to tell him jokes that would make the both go you go silly for eternity.

All his emotions had mostly been building up when he saw you give assistance to the teachers and even your classmates whenever you could, while you kept insisting that your peers could come to to you for anything they needed. You were such a caring and helpful girl, you were generous, willing to assist people in what they needed.

Taehyung truly would do anything to get you.

－－－－Time Skip－－－－✈︎

"You're my little baby aren't you, and of course, you as well!" Taehyung said in a baby voice. While 'booping' his oldest son with the tip of his finger. He was more than delighted, he had a wide smile filled with happiness spread on his face. Glad that he had a such a wonderful family.

Taehyung was chatting with his two sons, the topics were casual and child-like: going from ice cream flavors to why his sons hated frogs. But it didn't matter to him, he was overjoyed as he played with his two sons: the eldest son being five year old and the toddler being three.

In total, he had received three sons out of the marvelous family he managed to have with the love of his life. His youngest son however, was still dreaming and lulling in his deep sleep. He hoped that he could get his wife pregnant soon, to give birth to more of his juniors to show the love they share. Maybe if you got pregnant this time, it could a be a baby girl. But it wouldn't matter if it was a boy, Taehyung just wanted you to get filled with his offspring(s) already.

"W-when is mommy gonna wake up, papa?" Taehyung met his son eyes, holding his laugh back from how his son had to incline his head all the way up to meet his gaze, "I don't know when! But let's not wake mommy up yet, she's very tired from something daddy made her do last night." Curiosity poked his son, "Really! Papa what did you make mommy do?"

Taehyung couldn't keep his smirk back as he replied to his innocent son,"Little fun activities, that make mommy and me very happy!"

He was out of his mind, insane. You heard the conversation, you were pretending to be asleep, expecting that he wouldn't catch on to your act.

These past years between the both of you had been horrifying, well, for you only. Taehyung remained lovingly if you were on his good side, choosing to ignore the fact that the relationship was mostly a sham. You still remembered the past, how he had done replenished things, one of the worst things he could of ever done was forcing you to be vigilant on how he tortured your friends when you had rejected him politely.

- - - - Time Back - - - - ☀︎︎

"Taehyung wanted F/N to be his girlfriend! So lucky."

"He got rejected though..."

It was all over the school, the news spreading along with other false rumors. You had rejected him. You felt guilty when you refused to be his girlfriend, you saw his expressions change. His eyes which once gleamed were overtaken by something else, a strange expression.

And there was numerous reasons you rejected him, starting with the reason that you didn't even know him. You had seen him in the hallways, some classes, and that was it. You knew that he was the heartthrob of the school, whenever and wherever you saw him, Taehyung would be accompanied by some young ladies or gentlemen. Popular for his 'coolness' and beauty.

You saw it. You could definitely say he was a very good looking man but other than that, you didn't really get the fuss of it. He was great in academics, in sports, and everything else, plus a great leader. One could say he was perfect. But he wasn't the type of person you wanted. You wanted someone you could have alone time with, not someone that looked like he was followed everywhere.

Still, you felt ashamed of how you actually broke someone's heart. You never intended to do so, especially when the guy had looked like he was going to tear up before you took your leave. Yet it left you stunned when the next day he had strived towards you, approaching you happily with a glee expression. It was like you had never left him almost weeping after the incident.

"About yesterday, I would love to make condolences by offering you a dinner...to be friends of course!" He left your mouth opened, your friends slightly confused on what was happening, not knowing what occurred during yesterday's events. Probably haven't even heard the news going around.

You're reasoning all over the place: He was inviting you? But why? Didn't you already rej— your mind breaking free, maybe it was just a nice gesture for no hurt feelings. Yes, maybe it was best to go in order to make amends!

Being naive was your own mistake, and he had made that clear later on.

You felt pressured as the hallway quieted down, everyone seemed to stop moving, questioning themselves as to why the Kin Taehyung was asking the same girl out...to become friends? To some people if felt like a joke, to others they were envious as to why you had been chosen. Having already made up your mind, you kindly accepted with a nod and a gentle smile, deciding to play the nice girl in front of others. A little scared of what could've happened if you said the two-letter word.

You were nervous, a voice inside of you telling you to opt out and to tell him the next day that something came up. But of course you came, you felt sorry, and it was the least you could when you had rejected the poor guy, you had been clueless at the time.

Taehyung had invited you to his apartment, the place where him and you were going to have dinner in peace. You were slightly anxious, it was nerve-wracking to have a nice friendly chat before dinner was served with a boy you refused to date.

He offered drinks before the food was going to place, and soon enough you had your favorite tea in front of you, "thank you!"

He smiled in a welcoming manner, not leaving from his stance. He stared back at you, his eyes crinkling at the sides as he patiently waited for you to take a sip of the tea.

Taehyung was giving you one of most famous smiles: his box smile, the one that made everyone fawn over him. However, it was no longer laced with purity but something that frightened you, it made you listen to him.  "I expect that you like it."

Motioning a 'yes', you began drinking the tea, it was...weird. It had a peculiar taste to it, something that you've never had: Could it be the sugar? You could have sworn you saw a tug at his smile, a tiny unnoticeable smirk that was there for a second. You put down the cup, "I—", "well, do you like it?"

There was a mysterious tone to his words, there was an edge to it. Deceitful. But you didn't pay much attention, more focused on how your eyes were dozing off all of a sudden. Your blinks happened more frequently, "I-It's go-", he cut you off. Again. "Are you, perhaps, tired of our meeting?" You quickly answered with a shake of your head from side to side, mouthing a 'no'. "Then...are you vexed by me?"

Taehyung appeared to step forward, his body getting more approximate. You wanted to reply but had all of your energy drained for some reason. You, unknowingly, went out of consciousness, too much pressure from your eyelids to just shut and your mind to fuzzy to acknowledge the wariness one should have with a certain male. Unknown of the great regret that would come to you for accepting a small dinner invitation.

Taehyung felt victory as he watched you slumped on the chair, your head inclined forward as you slept. He felt a excitement that he couldn't hold back. The fact that he had the girl he loved in front of him, all the things he could do to you.

But first, he had to take you to his room. For a romantic and magical night that he was going to spent with you. Taehyung slowly approached you, careful when carried you. He laid your head on his chest, he was sure you could feel his heartbeat even if you weren't awake or fully aware. Taehyung just wanted to run up the stairs, and to use him time wisely by making sure his time would value the love he would give to you.

𒊹︎

As he arrived to his destination, Taehyung felt the excitement go down to a certain place of his body; the blood rushed down to Taehyung's cock. His room would be special from on now, it would be the location where he was finally able to do what he desired for a long time, to have you wide opened for him while he drilled himself into you. To have his ears blessed by listening to the sweet moans you had, and to find the delicious taste of your lips on his.

Taehyung's hands slid to your waist, dislodging you from his body and onto the mattress. His soft chuckles and radiant smile appeared when his two large palms that rested on your hips turned you around.

His breath caressed the back of your neck, he noticed the launching riot of shivers that galloped down your body. His strong fingers reached for the zipper of your dress. He gently brought it down, your panties peaking as the zipper went low. A strangled sound left Taehyung.

Taehyung's digits slowly trailed up your spine, a flock of tingles took flight in his body. Taehyung reached the straps at your shoulders, he pulled them down. The dress slid down your body and pooled on the floor with the help of Taehyung, leaving you nothing but in your panties. He smiled, never been happier about you wearing a dress with a built-in bra. The less clothing that protected you from him, the better.

His arms came around you: one of his hands landed on your stomach, and the other one went to your hip. He pulled you to him, the heat of your whole body overrunning his senses. He pressed his lips on your neck. "Take it slow Taehyung", his breath fanned over your ear, softly biting the earlobe.

His thumb raised, and grazed the skin of your breast, his fingertip brushed over your nipple, eliciting a whimper from you. The sound being followed by Taehyung's low groan. The hand that rested on your hip slid down to your thigh, close to the edge of your panties. He took your nipple between your index finger and thumb, pulling softly.

Taehyung rocked his hips, and then his hand trailed up and down your thigh, "Open up", he demanded, pretending that you were awake to see what he was doing. He spread your legs apart.

"I'll give you the world." He said against your mouth. "The moon. The fucking stars. Anything you ask it's yours. I'm yours!" A smile crept on his face. Taehyung's mouth was against yours, he parted your lips, his tongue plunging inside, exploring everywhere in your mouth. His thumb pads playing with your rosy perks as they turned redder.

He moaned in delight at the kiss, saliva stretching between the two of you as he let go. His hips bucked into your ass, brushing his hard cock into your ass, trying to relief some tension. His pants felt tighter, he quickly unbuttoned them and they landed right next to your dress.

He growled, "And you're mine!"

Taehyung entered his fingers into your panties, his digits sliding over your slit. His other hand removing itself from your breast and to your hips in order to hold you up. And in one go, two of his fingers were deep into your pussy, launching themselves to go in and out of your clit. A wet substances started forming at the bottom of his fingers, it was coming from you, you were wet. "I knew you'd enjoy it!"

Soon enough, you were covering his fingers with your cum. Taehyung pulled them out, sticking them inside his mouth, savoring the taste. His eyes rolled back, "Good girl", his two fingers still wet from him sucking them, pulling your panties down to reveal your bare pussy. He paused, glorified at the view, he couldn't believe that you were allowing him to fuck you.

Your panties and his boxers were thrown hurriedly. He couldn't wait, his cock standing stiff. He pumped his shaft a few times. Then Taehyung started rubbing himself on your clit, mixing his pre-cum with your wetness. His pants fastened, "Ah—shit, you're so g-good!" In a quick thrust, he bottomed out, his pinkish tip slightly pressed up against your cervix. A loud moan released from Taehyung's mouth. "Fuck, you're so tight darling!"

A soft whine escaped your lips, "S-sorry, it'll g-go away." The hand on your hip hauled up towards your breast, squishing it tightly. His cock departed your walls, only to enter will more force, he started to ram himself into you. His hips brushing your own. A few delicate sounds came from you. "Shit."

Groans, moans, and the slapping of bodies were heard in the room, along with tiniest noises that would come out of your mouth each time Taehyung shoved his cock deeper. His hand grabbed your hair, pulling it as his chest heaved up and down; panting.

Taehyung played with your breasts, as they bounced back and forth with the rhythm of his pace. "F-fucking love you—ah—along with your pussy!" Your pussy was just sucking his dick in, he was going to make sure that he was the only one who ever got to feel you clench around him.

A 'mmm' was heard from you, his dick clamped down by your walls, making it difficult for him to move. "Come on n-now, fuck d-darling!" His movements became sloppier, but he still gave it his all. He was getting closer by the second, he felt you milk his cock, "good girl", now it was his turn to reach his peak.

Taehyung still gave it his all, pushing your pussy onto his cock, making sure that he felt all over your spots, one last long moan came out of Taehyung. His sperm shot itself into your walls, filling your pussy until the brim. A few grunts let loose as Taehyung use his dick once more to make sure his seeds wouldn't go to waste.

He pecked a few kisses onto your back, imagining you swollen with his offspring and your tits overfilled with milk for his children. He could see himself sucking your tits to get a taste of your milk, as you whimpered and whined under him, telling him to continue.

"Shit."

And just like that Taehyung cock had thicken itself inside of your walls. His long dick bouncing in and out all night, him and you overstimulating as his cock painting your walls white, and you freshened his manhood white. The sticky substance residing of the both of you as it made 'plop' noises where the two of you connected.

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You woke up with pain in your wrist, legs, and basically everywhere in your body. Your head was pulsing and it struck you down with a deadly headache. Out of the corner of your eyes, a familiar someone standing in front of you, his black clothing making him stick out. "Taehyung...?", he tilted his head to the side as he emerged a hmm.

"Yes...darling."

You stared confused: Why were you in a room? Why was your head hurting? But it was all cut short when suddenly Taehyung's face was in front of you. Why was he here?

"So is it a yes or...a yes?"

His tone had an edge to it, asking your answer for what exactly? You leaned your head to the side, showing your indication that you had no clue what he was talking about. "My little proposal—tsk—you should remember darling!"

His proposal...oh no. He asked you out, and this dinner invitation wasn't for nothing. This was his plan, and without out thinking you blurted out the words you didn't have the courage to say, "no." Instead of an irritated and agitated look on his face, there was amusement in his eyes, his lips curved into a teasing smile. "No!" His tone got deeper, a hand reached into his pocket, pulling out a camera.

A camera?

Taehyung had tried multiple times to get you to just let out a 'yes', without forcing you to just give yourself to him. However, you were so stubborn. And no progress was made, so it was the only choice that he had left in his game, the film.

"Okay." The only word that managed to emerge from your mouth after what you watched. Tears had blurred your vision, as you whimpered and cried out from the disturbing and devastating video you had just watched. Your heart broke, your nose was stuffed, and your face crinkled up as you sobbed. Desperately.

You weren't going to accept his proposal, reject him until he gave up and let you go, (which would never happen) that was until he made you watch the video. It was filled with the crimson blood that splashed around, and you soon found out that it came from the dearest people you shared a connection with: your friends. You saw and heard all their struggles, from their screams, begs, cries, and eventually, they probably couldn't take too much agony. They died, and you couldn't do anything since they were already gone.

And there was that devilish smug look on his face as he stared into the camera, it felt like he was looking into your soul, his body was surrounded by four other dead bodies.

He had killed them. The torment that Taehyung gave to the people you shared a relationship with and the ultimate ending of the video was him having intercourse with you. A fact that you were unaware of. You were disgusted, sickened to the stomach of the man who was right behind you. He had taken your virginity while you had been unconscious. You felt utterly grossed out by the man that you had been doubting about. You had accepted the dinner that day because you considered giving him a chance, you were going to accept his proposal on being his girlfriend.

Taehyung knew it wasn't, at all, the most loving thing to do. But he loved you, the most precious individual to him, and he would do anything to have you by your side. He would never loose you to anything.

His presence suffocated you as he started to show more of repulsive behavior: Blackmailing and threatening. The only choices he had left, it was the only choice that could make Taehyung have you so soon in his arms, for him to love dearly, and for him to touch.

That's where you saw how far he would go to do something to keep you, that video was proof of his undying love for you, he was willing to kill other people to have just one kiss. "So I ask again, is it a yes?" The mocking voice entered your ear,

you were scared shitless of what he would do to other people, so you accepted his proposal. And unlike before, this time it was a engagement ring to get married in a couple of months.

The vow, a pledge to stay with him for the rest of your life, as his wife.

You had to build up your courage. Unless you wanted to go to more funerals, it was best if you agreed. You forced out a yes, trying your best to act as a content couple. Although, there was nothing more sinful than the relationship that both of you had, you were broken while he remained possessive of you.

Keeping up a facade was more challenging than you thought, keeping your mouth tight shut from shouting despising words to your husband.

Each day, wishing that you weren't in this mess. Or that you ever caught his attention, the most cherished boy in the campus. And to the point that you wished you hadn't even been born to stand next to him, as a married couple with a family.

That's why you were here now...

"I'll be right back! Go the play room so we can play, I will go help mommy!" Taehyung excitedly exclaimed to his kids. Yet as soon as he entered your shared room, his persona changed to a completely different one. The one you were used to, when you did, as he says, 'bad things'.

"I know your awake darling. So don't try to ignore me and our children." His tone sounded annoyed, immediately you knew he was angered by your actions of pretending to be asleep. In other words, attempting to not spend time with him. You knew he was going to find out, and it pained you, the most, to think that you would disregard your children, your bundles of joy.

You wouldn't ignore your children, that's what Taehyung loved about you. You adored your children, his children, meaning that you were going along with your circumstances. And for the matter that you still fell into his traps, it didn't hurt to use his children as bait sometimes, would it?

You opened your eyes to find him directly in front of you, you became paralyzed with shock, your pulse started to fasten. His dark eyes reflected your surprised expression that was plastered on your face, the same exact eyes that the three of your children shared with him.

The thought of the three youngsters made you smile. And just like that his tone changed to the soft one again, happy to know you were willing to wake up. "Darling change and come play with us. Also, the littlest one hasn't awakened yet, so I would suggest that you bring the baby monitor with you."

As soon as you uncovered yourself, you remembered last night's events: an argument. A huge one, in fact. After your children had dozed off, you had this sudden confidence about a certain topic that you wanted the most: freedom. The only time you truly were permitted to go outside was with Taehyung, when you dropped your child in school.

You didn't take notice of him for the rest of the night, didn't let him speak to you or touch you. All your affection went down the drain, it was the wrong choice. The one thing he cherished the most was the love he received from you. And you went and took it away from him. He was up to something, and it was going to be bad.

"Don't disobey like yesterday, okay." It wasn't even a question it was a demand. He embraced, a tight grip holding you and pressings you against him.

"Remember, I have cameras so I know your every actions darling. Every single thing you do is recorded and saved" he added, "even the scenes we had last night..."

Taehyung smirked, "Wouldn't want our kids to accidentally find that and other videos, right darling? Their too innocent!" There was that same playful voice that he used with he spoke with your troublemakers, quickly you shook your head from side to side. A sudden worry in your chest.

"Good, get ready. The children and me will be waiting for you."

Taehyung had an angel face, one of his best qualities that made people fall for him, but his dark desires were deep secrets that you had learned to find.

Taehyung had an angel face, and sinful desires.

★ little, naive thing ★

pairing: yandere! jeon jungkook x f. reader

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

summary: a small cuddle takes jungkook back down memory lane; a time where he could only admire your pretty-self from afar with a burning need to make you his, an idea your little boyfriend wasn’t so fond of.

word count: +4.8k

tags/warnings: cockwarming, boobie kisses, dom! jungkook, sub!reader, jungkook worships reader, he switches up real fast, size difference, smooches here and there, jungkook manhandles reader, he's possessive, degrading comments, public sex? (don't worry? no one catches them), jungkook gets into a fight, he hurts himself, manipulation, jk lies, talk about marriage ;), degrading comments, jungkook gets a tattoo of..., unprotected sex (don't be silly), reader was his first (for EVERYTHING), he's in love LOVE

notes: hope you enjoy it! i’ll try to post the small writing about yoongi soon :)

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"no, no, no, no!" jungkook yells with a small smile as his hands covered his face, acting as if he was sad. you sing out a little chant, sticking your tongue out at him. he can't help but hide his laugh at your taunts and the small dance you do behind his hands. you're so cute, jungkook thinks as he stares at you through the gap between his fingers. the playback of your pink character, cat peach, flashes through the television screen as it shows her first through the finish line seconds before tanooki mario, jungkook's character, crosses through it as well. he groans in pain, "i was so close." he can't believe how good you've gotten at mario kart 8. it's unbelievable how fast you've learned. "wanna know my secret?" you whisper softly as if there were people around you; even though both of you are alone in your shared apartment, with the only witnesses being bam, the big and strong doberman, and cinnabon, your cute, tiny bunny. the pair lay together (similar to jungkook and you) on bam's huge bed, cuddled into each other, hiding behind their floppy ears. with the same mischievous tone, jungkook whispers back, "i have to know." you smile before leaning in closer to his ear and before he knows it, he's backing away, tricked and played. jungkook covers his ear, recovering from your surprise shriek. you giggle at his reaction before going in to leave kisses on his face all around. "sorry", you giggle as he "tries" to get away from you, but it's impossible because you two sit together squished on a bean bag.

as he sees you laugh, memories with you flash through his mind. it takes him back to the start of his love to you; all the way in high school.

jungkook has never been social to begin with. he's always been a little timid and shy compared to others, but it didn't meant he couldn't experience the same things others his age were experiencing. puberty had hit him hard. jungkook had grown too fast over the heat of summer. his voice was no longer of a teenage boy, but one of a grown man. the change into manhood had girls confessing their admiration to him left and right, but he's never been too interested in starting a relationship in the first place. it's not until he landed his eyes onto dainty, little you.

jungkook remembers it was the first day of sophomore year, the summer had tanned him a bit from being a life guard at the public pool and he had grown his muscles. jungkook's eyes wandered around the new classroom, recognizing everyone's faces, but stammering at an almost unrecognizable face. the reddish lipgloss you wear shines on your plump lips, a slight blush on your cheeks and your eyelashes have darkened with mascara. it's clear that he's not the only one who's changed over the summer. your hair is styled perfectly with a nice hairstyle that makes it even cuter. but it's the glimmer in your eyes that attract him the most especially with that faint, flirtatious smile you put on as you smile at the boy who holds your hand. the realization hits jungkook, why the fuck are you holding that boy's hands? that boy probably didn't even know you existed last year so why were you giving him such a lovely look? he thinks he's been staring too long when the guy turns around to glare at him and sticks his middle finger out when you turn around to talk to your friend.

shit.

it would've been a whatever to jungkook, but now, he keeps seeing you everywhere since he's noticed you. and it's not fair that your fucking boyfriend follows you everywhere you go, always in your shadow and never not. and it's like your boyfriend feels notices the glances he throws at you and sends him nasty glares whenever he gets the chance. jungkook fucking hates his ass. hates how he's gotten obsessive over you when he barely knows you; when you don't even know him. he doesn't like the feeling really, but he can't ignore it either so he does everything he can to get the little lovebirds to separate for his sake. eventually a small little rumor breaks things apart and he can't help the little smile that breaks free when the gossip he started reaches his ears. its times like this when jungkook is thankful to the loudmouths his classmates have. and it's like the heavens heard of his prayers when in no time, he had you in his grasp for life.

you don't even find out about jungkook being hurt until your lunch time. the whispers of jungkook's name are loud and seem true enough that you dash out when you hear a short version of the story. you're over the top worried for jungkook. your heart hurts, your eyes are blurring up and sweat is building up on your forehead as you get nearer to the nurse's office. when you find him sitting with a bandages across his arms and hand, fists bloodied and his nose still slightly dripping with blood. and even as the dark bruises are hurting him, red running down his nose and his arms onto the once white bandages, he runs to you with a call of your name and a helpless expression on his face. you let out a painful sob at his delicate form, "jungkookie, this is all my fault. i'm so sorry, you shouldn't be like this." jungkook doesn't deny your claims, tearing into your neck as his arms hug your waist in a tight embrace. you promise to take care of him and you do by spending every single second next to him, making sure he's not hurting. not noticing the sly smile he had on each time you turned around because of how his dumb little girlfriend didn't realize the blood on him wasn't his, but of your ex-boyfriend.

you ignore your ex. can't stand thinking about that stupid idiot, much less seeing him so you make a clear decision to avoid him or anything that has to do with him. sharing your decision with your friends so that they don't even speak of his existence. your blood boils at the fact that he dared to throw insults and then hurt jungkook, provoking you further. unbeknownst to you, your ex-boyfriend was stuck spending his time in the hospital. so it comes to your surprise when you do see him, his arm is in a cast along with his nose covered in white with bruises surrounding it. he's practically limping with each step he takes. when you two make eye contact, your eyes fidget to your phone to tried to avoid him. ignorance that's made harder when he decides to call after you. you're firm as you continue walking but turn around soon after, when you hear the crutches hitting the floor behind each step you take. he whispers about how you should leave jungkook; that there's something wrong with him. but the annoyed look you give him tells him you won't. "leave me alone," is the only thing you utter and before you know it, he's taking your hand as your about to leave and leaning in closer. "___, he's fucking crazy." the terrified look in his eyes is more than enough to scare you, but you're distracted when your eyes spot jungkook's pained ones.

you don’t hesitate to run after jungkook, leaving your ex behind in a hopeless state. you're not able to catch up, but following the sound of his footsteps is good enough to lead you to the back of the school. "jungkook?" you shout for him, wondering where he was. "why are you fucking talking to him?" his harsh tone has you in a ruined state in no time. jungkook has never talked to you in such a way, your mind tells you it's all your fault he's like this. you go to hug him, but all he does is move back and you notice that the tears in his eyes are gone.

jungkook doesn't like what he saw at all. all your words are nothing to him right now; all he feels is anger and jealousy in him. "talking to that piece of shit after he talked bad about you, after he fucking attacked me." he gulps before continuing with a lower tone, "baby, is there absolutely nothing in that pretty little head of yours? you let him hold your hand even after everything. you let him touch what doesn't belong to him." you're crying at this point, telling jungkook that it meant nothing and you only have eyes for him. it's in that moment a light bulb goes on in his head; he's got you right where he wants you. "prove it." his demand confuses you, a small "how?" leaves your lips. you follow his gaze before realizing what he wanted. "will you forgive me?" you question, the hope evident in your mellow tone. "of course, baby." you're about to get down on your knees before he stops you, "nuh uh, pretty," his fingers playing around with the necklace he gave you, "it's something else that i want. c'mon you got this, put two and two together." a mocking tone as he talks to you in a childlike manner. it's in that moment that you realize where both of you still are: school. you don't know how the information left your head, but you shake your head at jungkook. "we're still at school kook, anyone could see us and we could get in trouble." you speak softly, hoping he agrees with you. your palms feel sweaty at his request. it's like a switch-up when he stays quiet for a while, different to how he acted minutes ago but you don't notice. you watch as his bandaged hand tugs a couple of hairs behind your ear.

jungkook wipes his nose with the same bandaged fist that's covered in blood and his bangs slightly reveal the dark purple bruise on his forehead. "please." he begs with a soft voice and with his pretty eyes, you're convinced enough. you just can't deny him, especially after he fought for you; because of you. jungkook got hurt to protect you from that idiot you once called your boyfriend, and you can't help but blame yourself for it. jungkook ruined his reputation for a stupid fight. it's all your fault, so you let him get closer to you. you let him back you up into the hidden corner outside of the school. you wrap your small hands around his neck and let him kiss you. jungkook pushes you into him, his tongue is quick to explore your own. his saliva drips onto your lips and leaves it all messy. his fingers go to unbutton your white button shirt, undoing the blue collar. "you're so pretty, ___." he whines as he licks up your neck in a hurry and sucks it with need until pinkish skin is shown and teeth marks are left. it doesn't help him that the school uniform looks so good on you. the thigh high blue socks the schools requires only feeds on to his desires. and to top it off, you have to wear a blue (mini-looking) skirt with the basically transparent button shirt. and he can't forget the little decorations that you add on, which only fuels his fantasy to have you under him. a little red bow you add on to your hair and the jewelry you add on to your wrist and neck. especially the one that's wrapped around your neck, a sparkling j in the center.

a clear memory goes through jungkook when he raises the skirt he loves on you because it's not the first time he's gotten a peak at what you hide under that skirt; he's seen it multiple times, even before you two started going out but you don't have to know that. he knows he shouldn't have looked, but you wouldn't have minded. would you? either way, he couldn't help it. jungkook's eyes wandered when he was around you. he would ignore the arm that wrapped around your waist (the douche bag you called your boyfriend) and stare hard as fantasies played in his head. he loves the way your tits are so tight in that stupid shirt. he knows he's a pervert for gawking so hard at your ass when you walk pass him, or sometimes taking a peek at what hides underneath. but, he also wished that it was him that was hugging you and kissing you. it would be his dream come true. and maybe, it was just his luck when he saw your panties as you tripped on some rubbish on the ground. thinking that no one was around, you stayed on the ground for a while; whimpering in pain, knees scraped and legs apart, giving jungkook the perfect view of your covered pussy. you didn't wear shorts underneath your skirt, it's like you wanted him to see you in such an intimate way. he swore he felt drool falling out of the corners of his mouth at the sight. he couldn't stop staring (and definitely couldn't forget) at how your body was spread apart on the ground. jungkook doesn't remember how long he stood there before coming to help you, meanwhile trying to hide the hard-on that was growing in frustration. jungkook definitely had luck on his side that day, because soon after, both of you would start to hang out more. it was enough time to indulge your mind and heart.

when you both started dating, you both sat next to each other in almost all your classes. you let his hands play with the trim of your skirt and caress your upper thigh whenever he wanted. ignoring how each time his fingers inched closer to your panties. you were so nice to him. whenever you bent over the slightest, your skirt was basically hanging off your hips, revealing your cute little panties. and now he gets to see them all over again. "shit," he groans at the ache in his cock. you were so enticing with your white panties and the little bow right on the center that he'll never get tired of. but jungkook's too desperate, so he is quick to tug down the flimsy material. quickly choosing to hide it away in his pockets. breath stuttering at your bare, wet cunt. "___, you're so fucking pretty." his finger slides against your slit, immediately getting soaked. his thumb is quick to follow towards your clit, pinching and teasing it until he hears you start to whimper. he turns to you around to place a messy kiss on your lips, tongue dipping in to touch your own as he takes off his pants desperately. his cock is bulging and has left a mess in his boxers, but he pushes it down.

a sigh leaves his lips when his cock stands straight, hitting his abdomen. you don't even get a look before he turns you again and bends you against the brick wall. you feel your heart pound in your chest. "kookie, anyone could find us," you stutter out, a small glob escaping your gaping hole. 'cute', is all he thinks before pressing his hot cock head against your cunt. "shit baby, i have to bend my knees to reach you," he snickers out loud. he can't help the grin that escapes him out of the realization; you're so small compared to him. his shadow completely covers you under him, his hands are huge compared to yours and he can carry you like you're nothing. he's about to press in when you ask if he has a condom. it makes jungkook remember his trip to the pharmacy days before, staring at the pack of condoms he was going to take as he left the store. it brings back the sick pleasure he had then, the need to fuck you raw and full of him. he stands back to his full stature as he softly whispers an apology that he didn't have a single one. he feels slightly angered at the silence you give him, but you wouldn't know because you face the other way. "s' okay kookie i guess." he taunts you in his head, annoyed that you had him standing with a hard cock like an idiot just to ask him for stupid things.

it's already a painful feeling as he pumps his cock. the slit on his tip has precum dribble out. so in return he chooses not to bend down to your height. his hands grip harder onto your hips, the pressure causing you to fuss and arch your back in response. a shriek of his name and a desperate attempt to hold onto the wall distracts you as he lifts you up to the height of his hips by wrapping one arm around your stomach. his other hand directs his drooling cock head into your pussy. as he forces his dick in, your mouth widens as a silent moan escapes you. the tip of his cock is thick and hot. you can hear him pant heavily, calling you sweet names as he watches with heavy eyes as he keeps pushing in until his hips meet your own and the tip shoves right up against your womb.

you can feel tears in your eyes at the way his fat cock is nestled deep inside your cunt. the veins that run down him are perfect and his length excites you. jungkook curses silently as he sees his cock getting drenched off the globs of your slimy slick. he's speechless on how good your pussy feels, surprised he's not busting a nut so far. all he knows is that he'd get on his knees over and over to get just a look at your cunt. it doesn't help that you're practically hanging off his cock, back bending so beautifully to reach him, while your tits are begging to spill out your half-opened shirt. it makes him smug knowing that you could fall if he simply let go of your hips. your legs are dangling mid-air as he fucks you deep and slow for the couple first thrusts before completely switching into a different pace. he feels heavy inside your cunt. all you can think about is him, each time jungkook rams his cock head directly into your sweet spot.

your tiny mouth lets out the dirtiest sultry noises he's ever heard. you sob about how his cock is too big. "kookie," you wail as his cock easily pokes and pushes against your sweet spot and cervix at the same time. you feel the heat from his angry tip that oozes out more chunks of precum, reminding you that he isn't wearing a condom. but you're left dumb with your eyes rolled back when his fingers tease your bud in a hurried pace. jungkook feels your walls squeeze tight on him and it causes a throaty groan to leave his lips. "wet my cock, my pretty baby" he mutters. you shake as jungkook continues stretching your pussy hole out. and with an airless moan, you squirt your juices on his abdomen and the base of his cock. his eyes fill with curiosity at the wetness he feels leak all down his cock and thighs. "s-so perfect for me. little hole gonna be gaping when i leave it. gonna stuff you full of me, isn't that want you want? my little dumb girlfriend wants me to fill her with my cum." jungkook can't help but moan at how your pussy swallows him whole, accepting every inch of him in your hot walls even if he's bigger than you can handle. "gonna be my cock sleeve, perfect for it. wet, little cunt s' clenching around me like a bitch in heat."

he feels the heat crawl up to his face, and it doesn't help that the sweat on his forehead makes his hair stick to his face. he smells your perfume as it begins to stick on him and he fucking loves it. loves that he can grab a full fist of your hair and the only thing you'll do is cry out his name and wet his cock over and over as he goes faster. jungkook leans down to place sloppy kisses down your back, nearing your ear to whisper dirty words that have your cunt clenching tighter around him. the moans you let loose are loud and messy, forgetting your still in school. "people should see how good my baby takes cock, can't compare with no one else, right?" a question you don't answer, or can barely make out with how loud your ass smacks against him. "pussy so filthy and tight, ready to take my cock at anytime and anywhere." you're about to release all over again when jungkook stops to slowly pull back his hips. you whine in frustration, but soon forget when he drags his cock back into your cunt, making sure you feel each vein and curve.

the breathy whines you let out almost drown out the lewd squelches of the bottom of his shaft meeting your bare pussy. jungkook can't hold back the huff, "oh, fuck yes. cute cunt leaking just for me, sucking me right back in," his jaw clenches at how wet you are. each time he sank further, his pace began to pick up with an impatient desire to fuck you harder. "my good girlfriend, s' pretty when she's desperate for cock, my cock." he says mockingly.

"i'm gonna cum," you gasp out with each word. jungkook's fingers make their way to your lips, passing them to reach your tongue. "me too," is all he says before pulling out once more to turn you around and place you right back on his cock. "you look s' fucked out, baby," he whispers with a smug smile on his face, "pussy gonna be nice and stuffed with my cum, yeah?" he's quick to connect your lips together as you squirt from the overstimulation, hiding his desperate groans. you feel his cock spill warm loads of his cum inside you. small curses coming out of his mouth as he continues to runt against you, slobs of cum still leaking into you. you moan at the globs of cum slide down your inner thighs and onto the ground. his voice is soft when he talks to you and carefully holds you onto him. "you're so good to me; my good girlfriend, yeah?" he ignores the way you trace his dark bruises and brushes your hair out. he'll never let that stupid fuck get close to you again. it's not that he's scared of him, but rather of what nonsense he's gonna say. it's best if you don't know that jungkook started the fight, that he went home and hurt himself to make the bruises etched into his skin; smacking his head against the wall until he bled and couldn't think of anything but you and slammed one of his dad's metal tools against his hands to have you next to him, cause jungkook would really do anything for you.

"jungkook, what are you thinking about?" your voice breaks him out of train of thought, "about us." he responds without hesitation, because really, when is he not. his hands rub your waist, slowly taking you onto his lap. you smile at him and it's like he's in love all over again with you. and he hopes you feel the same as he takes his left hand into yours, "i want us to be together forever, ___." you watch the way his doe eyes show you all the love he has for you. you're lucky you've always had jungkook be this affectionate. he's always willing to take you out to a restaurant on late nights, picnics almost every week during the summer, and it's always refreshing to be with him. never once has he failed you, so you can't help the heart-warming feeling in you right now, watching a smile break through his face when you agree with him. "i've loved you from the very start, and i can't wait until we start a new chapter together," he pauses for a while, holding you tighter against his chest, "and you know that i've always wanted to put a ring on your finger, and if you're ready, i'll be more than happy to give you any ring you want." your lips find their way to his as you kiss him with everything you have, "i love you jungkook."

he doesn't even have a chance to respond before you're kissing him again, because you know that he does love you. it's in his eyes; his smile; in everything he does. you're shown love through every gesture he does, like the tattoo he surprised you with last week. big, pretty letters that are deeply inked into the skin of his chest for eternity. these pretty letters that make your name and are surrounded by the soft-feathered wings of beautiful angels. his tattooed hands dig into your hips, angling you on top of his hardened cock. his hand grabbing your jaw, squishing your cheeks and lips as you move your loose shorts to the side. with a harsh tug, jungkook's sweatpants end up at his knees. there's a big pearl of precum on his head, slightly leaking down his base. at the sight, you feel your cunt pulse. jungkook's hands massage your ass as he makes his way back up to unclip your bra. jungkook pumps his cock with your hands, cooing at how small they are. he pushes himself inside your swollen cunt, and it's hard to control himself when your tiny cunt violently clamps around his thick base, taking all of him in. you're moaning desperately into his ear distracting him from your painted nails leaving deep red marks on his abdomen. his lips wrap themselves around you tits, leaving trails of saliva behind before kissing the spots.

"faster, kookie," you cry out as you feel your orgasm at the pit of your stomach. your ass repeatedly meets his pelvis with a burning pain. you're begging for release when his thumb plays with your nub and his mouth is sucking your tits. "little hole dripping all around me, ain't that right baby," a shaky gasp he lets out while his cock makes you reach your high. tears roll down your cheeks at the overstimulation when he grinds himself into your sopping cunt. "gonna make a mess in this pussy," he groans before shoving his warm load deep inside your sore cunt. a little gasp escapes your mouth at how stuffed your tummy is.

just as your hands begin to slide off his shoulders, ready to fix yourself up, jungkook pulls you in close enough that your chest is touching his. you can't even speak when he begins to softly pound into your spent pussy which has you whimpering. there's a cocky grin on his face that you want to wipe off, but it's hard when your oversensitivity makes you weak. with a faint call of his name, jungkook finally halts his sensual motions with a replaced giddy smile, "i love having you in my arms."

as the minutes past, he takes note of your sleepy head dozing off into his neck. jungkook envelopes you into a cozy cuddle as he watches the blarring tv whilst his racing mind drags on with repeated memories of the past; haunting reminders that should never be brought up. he digs his head into your hair, fingers gently kneading into your scalp making his beating heart calm its pace. everything he's done was for you. the thing is jungkook can't limit himself when he's around you. it's a suffocating feeling that indulges every ounce of his body. it fills him with a need to protect you, and it makes him go mad in the head sometimes. it causes him to commit foolish acts of violence against those who he thinks have a role in your life. though, he's gotten better with the persistent idea of becoming a better man for you; a better future husband; a better future father. jungkook's lips turn up at the ends at the sleepy noises you make. "i love you."

Why can't you see we're meant to be ?

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