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HAPPY NAMJOON DAY 💜🎂

12.09.2022

Why is Cherry y/n living my dream life and how do I be her 😭 but seriously you're writing is AMAZING the Smut is chefs kiss. I also love the detail in both chapter 1 & 2 how despite the boys "loving" Y/N a lot we see these hints of them being aggressive/ crossing her boundaries (which I love dark yandere is delicious)- I absolutely condone her using all seven of them!! I can't wait for Namjoon's chapter he's my bias out of all them and the ultimate daddy 🤰🏽

hi luvie!! for realll!!! i wanna be her too :,) thank you so much, so glad to hear you enjoy it hehehe

omg, now that i know this, i’ll be more effort into namjoon’s chapter, don’t worry luv i got you. it’s coming up soon ;) oh man i just love him and his dimples. he has me falling for him all over, it’s bad…

★ 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 ★

ᗯᗩᖇᑎIᑎᘜ ⚠︎︎ : (2) threesomes, oral sex (male and female receiving), degradation, mean dom!ot7, dub-con / non-con (please don't read if you feel uncomfortable with the topic.), un⍴rotected sex (don't be silly, wrap it up), breeding kink, forced impregnation, mentions of violent fantasies (...), praising, face slapping, big!dick energy, multiple orgasms, sadistic vibes, dacry⍴hilia, double penetration, masterbation, exhibitionism, murder (not reader), creampie, child neglect

Pairing : Fem!reader x Yandere!jungkook, Yandere!hoseok, Yandere!jimin, Yandere!yoongi, Yandere!seokjin, Yandere!taehyung, Yandere!namjoon

word count : +6.9k

notes : please don’t read this if you feel uncomfortable with any of the topics above. sorry if there are any mistakes, it’s unedited!

"do whatever they ask. okay?" you nodded your head at your mother. she carefully adjusted a white, pearled crown onto your head. no questions slipped out of your mouth, it was no surprise. not when your mansion is filled with spider webs, servants long gone and ghost rooms with no furniture in them. jewelry that your mother once had disappeared into much needed cash. your eyes looked into the mirror, glancing at the lilac colored dress and even spinning in it. your heart was racing in the carriage, you haven't gone to a ball in such a long time and especially one with the princes looking to marry. you remembered your etiquette classes, head high and no looking back, graceful smile as they announce your entrance. your hands played with the fabric, nerve wrecked from head to toe and heartbroken when no one asked your hand to dance. unaware of the red blushes boys had as they passed your shy-self. teenage boys who were just too scared of rejection and embarrassment to ask a beauty like you out.

a pair of eyes watched your form, a pretty lilac flower in a field full of dead plants. he favored the violet shrubs over all flowers; representing innocence and purity. but, above all else, they symbolizes family and marriage. and taehyung's always wanted a family of his own, a soulmate and children to love. taehyung would be lying if he said he didn't notice the looks people gave you. the mothers that stared at you in complete awe and pity knowing that you were a pretty face, guaranteeing them perfect grandchildren if you became their daughter-in-law. but you were the daughter of well known ruined nobles; not a wife and burden they wanted for their sons.

the envious looks the girls gave you from time to time and definitely the boys that gawked at your figure with no dignity. taehyung decides then and there he needs to talk with you, give you a small chance to prove yourself worthy. he leaves the girl he's dancing with, he can see the worry flash in her face and the grabby hands she makes to him. taehyung feels disgusted thinking she actually had a chance. he leaves her with no explanation said. your glittering eyes look at him as he strides over. your mom watches from the shadows, hand letting go of your father's and praises your cluelessness that has attracted a prince. you've always been their naive daughter, following their obligations without a complaint.

taehyung can't lie, you're adorable just like a school girl. he notices the way your fingers tease the soft fabric, eyelashes batting at him with curiosity, and that's all it take for taehyung to want you all for himself. none of the girls have him licking his lips, stomach tickled with butterflies, and a yearn to have you united with him. he takes hold of your hand, softly caressing your ring finger before he leaves with a promise of seeing you again. your mother drags you back with her, smile stretched on her face as she whispers to your father. your eyes dart all over the ballroom, eyes wide with surprise at all the glamorous details. you slowly lose yourself in the crowd, careful however, to not bump into anyone.

unaware of the two boys that stared at you from above, "taehyung was interested in her, i see why." yoongi muttered to the youngest, "she's quite the diamond in the rough." his eyes wondered all over you, not denying the hard on he was getting from just simply watching you. flashbacks of the black and white gossip articles that revealed your family's secrets; their drained bank accounts, debts they haven't (couldn't) paid off, and how they were slowly degrading themselves to outcasts. "but it could change, she just needs a small polish: marry someone of higher status and they'll survive." yoongi scoffed at jungkook's words, eyeing him from the corner of his eye. he could tell jungkook's pupils were dilated, dark doe eyes focusing on you and the soft color that flowed around you. "what are you guys doing?" namjoon made his way to them, none of them turned back to face him. annoying him in process, curious to get a glance on what they were so focused on. "oh, miss (l/n). she's beautiful. too bad she's a ruined noble." he sighed, he's heard plenty of stories from his friends about you. one of them who lives near your home tells him about you all the time: the girl who's always outside, wearing thin dresses that are disgraceful as they are angelic on you. a small smile on namjoon's face when he sees you munching on the edibles. he hears yoongi laugh and run off to somewhere, jungkook follows after him. but namjoon doesn't miss the way jungkook's pants are tightened around his crotch.

the night soon ends with a tired yawn escaping your lips before your closing your eyes. in the castle, a prince lies awake on his bed with his hand under the covers, wrapping his cock. eyes rolling to the back of his head with soft grunts leaving his lips in despair. jungkook keeps thinking back to you, the little, ruined noble. how he wished to fuck you fast right there and then. the other nobles would watch, no one coming to help you as you moan for him. your legs spread apart as his cock split you in half. that lilac dress ripped into shreds right beside you, completely bare to him. his head tilted backwards at the thought of feeling your walls clamping on him. you wouldn't even know. jungkook let out a loud moan before cum spurted onto his hand and sheets. he'd have to get his hands on you before anyone else did, specifically his brother.

the next ball follows after a week, each day prince jungkook's sheets needed to be changed. he wasn't the only one; jimin's as well. even if he was surrounded by all the daughters of nobles, complementing each and everyone of them. jimin would never let an opportunity pass, a pretty girl like you deserved to be treated to the richest of things. namjoon might be the intelligent one, but jimin was diligent in his studies. always number one in his academics. always wanting to be better than others and having a perfect score. there was really nothing that ever stopped him from having prizes or achievements. but, it's also because jimin knows what he wants. it's no surprise he's been slacking off lately, his brothers have noticed too. dazing off during meetings or important lectures, always running a bit tardy with his face sweaty and hair messy, and recently with eyes softly hooded. it's a good thing they don't know he's dreaming of you, or that he's got his hands on his dick thinking about you two together, or that his eyes are clouding with neediness to fuck you. jimin knows he has to stop, but he can't, not when he's gonna see you tonight at the ball.

once the ball starts, the angelic music begins to play and people join the dance floor. your parents leave you be, going around trying to socialize to get some of their honor back. soon enough you've left the ballroom, following a handsome man who drags you by your hand, promising you sweet delicates after delicates. but instead of a kitchen, your eyes wonder around an elegant room with the mixed colors of blues. "where are they, the treats?" you ask in disbelief at not seeing anything. the man ignores you and simply tells you his name, "i'm seokjin. kim seokjin." he states, head looking forward with pride. you nod your head at him, a small bow before you repeat the same question. seokjin rolls his eyes before he walks to the balcony in which you follow him. there are cakes of many flavors, multiple tea bags to choose from, biscuits and much more. seokjin pulls out your seat for you, "aren't the stars beautiful tonight?" his back is facing you with eyes looking up in the night. you agree as you stuff your mouth with more biscuits. "when i close my eyes to sleep," your stomach is full and your eyes feel tired, a dry taste in your mouth,"i imagine the nightfall, what do you see?" he walked to you, eyes piercing into yours, "tell me what you see when you wake up." he smiled as your body sagged in the chair, cookie falling from your grasp. "you can come out now hoseok!"

his younger brother crawled from under the bed, witnessing you fall asleep from the food. "isn't she taehy-" a finger silenced him. hoseok sighed, his brother was too stubborn. poor girl, he thought. he picked you up and led you to seokjin's room, placing you on his bed. hoseok remembers you because of how you left taehyung blushing and butterflies all over after your small encounter, he wonders what's so good about you? is it your naiveness? eyes that shine like little stars? lips that are red as a strawberry? personality so cute and adorable? he stands there for a little bit before he realizes that it's all those small details that paint the bigger picture. "what if someone comes?" hoseok asks with a worried tone, "then let them watch." seokjin watches you without moving his sight, hands spreading your legs apart, "isn't she pretty?" his hands pull your undergarments and throw them to the side. seokjin's head disappeared into your dress, tongue flatting against your folds before he brings lapping your pussy with moans slipping out of his mouth. the mattress palms his erection, hips thrusting to reach the pleasure. hoseok stares at your unconscious body, watches the way your chest heaves up faster, soft sounds escaping your lips; it's mesmerizing. he leans in and presses a peck against your cheek before giving you opened-mouth kisses down your neck. hoseok sticks his tongue past your rosy lips as he pulls your dress down to show your tits.

your panting hard as he lets go of your lips. that's when he realizes, you've reached your high. seokjin slurps your juices up, "she taste so fucking good." hoseok can see seokjin's lips shine with you on them, and he wants to taste you terribly, but instead, "go drop her off before anyone notices." his eyes flicker to seokjin, "before taehyung notices." the other boy rolls his eyes, fixing you up until he spots the hickey hoseok left on your collarbone. scoffing at the reddish spot that hoseok avoids with his eyes. they're unaware of the boy who listens to them from the other side of the doors. his fists tightened, teeth biting his lips, drawing blood. jungkook runs to find taehyung, who is, undoubtedly, seeking you out tonight.

you wake up to a bloody-nose seokjin and a bruised up hoseok, "she's awake." someone's voice rings in your ears, you softly groan in pain at the headache you have. your mother will be disappointed, how could you get sick so fast? the two man are pushed out of your sight, taehyung caresses your cheek, "are you alright? you fainted earlier." his tongue pokes at his cheeks. you nod your head at his question, "can i go see my parents?" taehyung helps you up and asks jungkook to take you, explaining he has to to deal with something. you're holding on to jungkook, head dizzy and eyes still hazy, nothing but wanting to see your mother. a contrast to jungkook, who has his cock hard from hearing the earlier events and hand lowering itself on your back. he keeps thinking of your cunt, the one he overheard seokjin talk about. he doesn't just want to taste it, he wants to feel you around him. fuck your cunt, and see how seokjin likes it. he can feel the way people gasp, mutter, and whisper when he walks in with you. it's inappropriate, completely disrespectful for a man and young lady to be alone without an older person watching. jungkook can feel the grin that's slowly creeping up on his face. nobody wants a lady who's used.

he invites your parents over for tomorrow, apologizes, and takes his leave with a bow. your mother is overjoyed, quiet squeals escaping her. "tomorrow, i'll doll you up." and she's honest, because next morning, you wake up too early to process anything around you. you head leans against the carriage, eyes closed and mind dreaming away. your family meets the king and queen who take notice of your drowsiness. the queen tells you that you can stay in the gardens while they talk business over breakfast. no later, you're sleeping on a bench that you found, surrounded by white roses and lilacs. jimin groans in frustration, throwing the book to the bushes. knowing why he's so distracted. that's until he hears yoongi mumbling on and on near him. that's where he finds yoongi laying right next to you. "what are you doing?" yoongi looks up at him, eyes widened with a small smirk playing on his lip, "just sitting with ms. (l/n)." "get away from her!" jimin yells, but all yoongi does is signal him to be quiet. "relax, i'm not doing anything." yoongi's eyes looking at the ground, knowing that there's a shade of pink forming right under your neck. your lips nibbled on by his teeth, collarbones soon to bruise because of his tongue.

jimin knows he's lying because he's known yoongi for a long time. but jimin doesn't seem to care as much as he expected, doesn't feel angry or jealous at the prospect of his brother and you. because this opens a new door for jimin to have you in his arms. he'll get his share to be with you. "i'll be back." yoongi whispers more to himself than to you, planting a kiss on your neck before leaving jimin alone without a word. jimin smiles at his opportunity to kiss you, coming closer and right before he touches your lips, you wake up. your head bumping against him harshly, it makes you cry out in pain. dropping it back down to settle the dizziness. jimin takes the chance to undress you from the big dress and corset that has you covered from him. he pushes his tongue past your lips, exploring your mouth all he can. ignoring your struggles. your lips are puffy and your cleavage is exposed as your corset slowly falls off with no fight. "it's okay, don't worry. i'll take good care of you, yeah?" his tone is sweet and pleasant to hear. but you're confused, but clearly understand that you don't want anything that he'll do. "i-i wanna go to my parents, please." you beg through sobs from the explosion you feel in your head and the way it throbs so harshly. jimin doesn't stop himself however, he continues to blabber sweet words to convince you. yet, when he finally looses his last straw, jimin knocks his head against your forehead. you scream in agony, the injury having a stronger effect on you.

jimin slides his hands under your dress. caressing the soft skin until he reaches your panties and pulls them down. his eyes watching your reactions, seeing how your eyes just stare up right ahead into the sky. he laughs at your expression, ignoring the blood that drips down your forehead. but, it dies out when he can still hear you pleading to get away. "ugh," he groans before giving a small slap to your cheek. when it doesn't seem to work, his hand falls hard on your folds. you wince at the pain that spreads. the corset gets pulled down easily by him, exposing your tits to the world. the dress is reached up high to your waist and absolutely does nothing to cover your body from his prying eyes. when you're about to give up, you hear steps and start yelling for help. nevertheless, it's only servants who take one look at you and look the other way as soon as they spot jimin. he signals them with one snap and they immediately run away. "you're so hopeful, aren't you?" he grins at you. the despair you felt, gulping when he raised his hand to let it fall on your face again. "you like that, don't you? probably gushing out already. i saw how all those boys were staring at you, did you fuck them?" your eyes question his words. unknown to you because you've never heard such words. "huh? did you, pretty princess?" you continue to sob at his demanding questions. without a fight, you accept the soft slap you receive from him. jimin's finger teases your entrance before slipping it in. you whimper at the intrusion while the prince on top of you groans at the tightness that surrounds his fingers. "oh fuck, you're tight." jimin continues to thrust his finger inside you, stuffing another finger inside of you before hearing a scoff.

yoongi comes back, an expression that mocks jimin when he sees how the boy is all over you. his cock is out in the open with precum on his mushroom tip, but it's hidden from your eyesight. yoongi snickers at jimin, "so you did agree to taehyung and jungkook's deal?" the black haired boy stares at you, watching the elicit moans emerge from your lips and how your head tilts back. deep in pleasure with jimin's fingers in your cunt and yoongi can't lie at the fact that it makes his cock harden. the sight of you going completely reckless over the small things jimin does; all jimin does is rub his hard-on against your folds. the friction makes your folds heat up completely, a slight redness to them that has wetness dripping out to the small bench. before you can release the knot in your stomach, jimin separates himself from you, making sure to hide his dick from your eyes. knowing he promised taehyung under certain conditions. jimin fools around with your tits before letting yoongi have his way with you too. yoongi wraps his mouth around your nipple, slavering it with a bunch of saliva. "she's too cute," he mumbles to his younger 'brother'. his longer fingers grabbing onto your neck as he pushes himself onto you. yoongi's tip pushes against your small hole with no issue. you shudder at the uncomfortableness you feel, not daring to look down. yoongi grunts at the contact, "don't do it." jimin threatens, his eyes squinting and fingers covered with his saliva. "why? she wants it. you want it don't ya?" his dark eyes stare at you, your mouth is slightly agape and a desperate need fills you, but you're more scared to stay with them. you shake your head, sobbing right after. "just leave her with those two. she'll learn to spread her legs for him," he gives your cunt a small peck before continuing his sentence, "and then us." a grin appears on jimin's face at the thought of having you. "i'll fuck her real good, she'll come back to me and not that bastard." yoongi laughs, "lets go before he gets angry." they take you up to the room after dressing you up, your fights were nothing to them. namjoon watches from above a part of the tower, "(y/n), what would your father think of you?" there's a muffled voice right behind him, "your daughter's very pretty, and she's getting married very soon." namjoon tells the man behind him, who's chained to a chair with a black bag covering his head. "too bad you won't be there." a sword plunges through the man's heart by namjoon's hand, "now, we have to announce the unfortunate death of the soon to be queen's father." he leaves without looking back, a smirk on his face at how close he is from getting the girl who he's seen all these years. the precious neighbor of his friend he always sees when he's around; the only reason namjoon truly became friends with him.

"no, please!" you sob and crawl to the doors that are closed. you could hear both of the princes snicker, "don't worry, prince charming is gonna be here real soon, princess!" you're scared, the doors and windows are locked. there's no way out of here; no way out of this mess. you hug yourself, sitting alone with only the windows as your source of light. quickly hiding when you hear the click of a knob. it's jungkook and taehyung who unlock the door, you can tell by the small whispers they share before fully stepping into the room. "(y/n), where are you?" taehyung announces, but you don't dare to move. "i know you're here." it stays silent for a while before he continues, "i'll tell you anyway, we're gonna get married, (y/n)! i know it's a bit soon, but i'll give you the prettiest, most grand wedding. anything you want." you seem to forget everything around you, eyes only focusing on taehyung's shoes, who are still at the entrance. you can feel joy at your heart, you're gonna get married to a prince! but your heart beat rises when you notice the missing pair of shoes: where is jungkook? your question is answered when you look to the left side, his doe eyes stare right back at you. a serious expression on his face that sends gallops of shivers go down your spine. he pulls you from under the bed with ease and all you do is squeak. jungkook makes you stand up immediately to face taehyung, who comes closer to you. the older prince caresses your face with one hand while the other wraps around your waist before bringing you to a kiss. when you try to pull back, you bump your head on jungkook's chest, which you can feel his eyes on you. taehyung finally lets go of you: he eyes the way you're a complete mess with your eyes huge and red, dress is crumpled and slightly falling of you, forehead bruises with a couple of droplets of blood, and your eyes are desperate to leave. he smiles at you. "welcome to our family!" jungkook whispers at your ear, his hands underneath your breasts and thumbs moving so close to actually touching your breasts. "does my mother know?" you blurt out the question without a doubt. both of them nod in union. "then can i go see her? to talk about all the details?" the princes stare at each other and then, jungkook snickers out loud, as if mocking you before taehyung joins along. your eyes tear up again, "please. i just wanna see my parents." it's no later when you began crying, running to the door to only find it locked. you don't give up and keep on trying, ignoring the footsteps getting closer until you feel them right behind you. your form slowly falling on the floor. you can't tell who it is that you're hitting but he doesn't budge and instead, slides his hand onto your inner thighs to reach your cunt. their fingers prodding at your wet entrance, "well, jimin got you wet for me, and even told me you enjoyed every single second of it." it's taehyung who's speaking; it's his fingers that spread your walls apart. you release a cry of pleasure mixed with pain. "us," jungkook says immediately. you begin panicking as he takes off your dress and you try to fight off all you can. his fingernails scratching you with each attempt to touch you. "having a little difficult time there, tae?" jungkook laughs as he continues to bother the older prince. "you know, i'm up for a game." taehyung suddenly declares as he opens the door with his keys, "run and do your best to find your mom. i'm giving you a chance." he says before releasing his grip on you; with this opportunity, you run out while holding your dress. the servants who pass you, bow at you in respect. and they all repeat the same thing, "your majesty." you turn every corner with hope until you finally spot her following the head maid. "mom!" her eyes widen at how you are, "dear, what has happened?" you kneel against her legs as you explain what the princes have done to you. her hand pulls you to face her, "what did i tell you before coming here, (y/n)? you have to do whatever they say; follow each of their rules."

your eyes water at her words, shock written all over your face. "it's our only hope to get back into an honorable status." she whispers to you and wipes your tears away before you feel a small pat on your back. it's hoseok. he has a small smile on his face, shushing your cries when your mom walks away, heading to her new room until the wedding preparations are done and then she'll move to a newer estate. a bigger one. seokjin holds your hand, his nose just bruised now. the pair try to cheer you up, kissing your forehead and then your eyes before each pressing a long kiss to your lips. "there you guys are!" namjoon shouts from the hallway, he's standing next to jungkook. "taehyung is with yoongi and jimin. they were called by his majesty." they all begin to talk, words mixing into each other until you can't comprehend what they're saying. your head feels heavy and you can't stand anymore; you faint. luckily, jungkook catches you in time, just as taehyung walks in. he doesn't say anything when he sees your body against jungkook, "lets go to my room, jungkook."

soon enough, they're all in each of their rooms with only taehyung and jungkook in the same bedroom. you're resting on taehyung's chest while he continues to kiss you with your dress bunched up at your waist. he has three fingers pumping inside you wet with your slick. jungkook is watching from the end of the bed, making no movements and instead is mesmerized by what's happening in front of him. "come, give her a kiss, jungkook." taehyung teases in which jungkook immediately rushes to your side before remembering how desperate he probably looked. jungkook can't believe he's this impatient to have you. he doesn't wait any longer to kiss you, his lips smashing into your own. only stopping when he notices you short of breath. with saliva clinging onto his lips, jungkook continues leaving open mouthed kisses on your neck and collarbone. taehyung watches the scene while unbuckling himself, hands hurriedly tucking off your gown. a grin on his face when he eyes your wet cunt, and he's not the only one, jungkook takes a peek as well. the older prince take you away from jungkook's grip and places you in his, his tip teasing your entrance. taehyung can't help but groan when his tip finally enters your warmth. your wet walls spasmed around him intensely as an attempt to reject his cock. taehyung groaned in annoyance, hissing at the tightness as he fought his way through. shoving until he's balls deep. you start to wake up at the uncomfortable pain but jungkook's kisses stop you from seeing what's hurting you. he's gently holding your hand, thumb pressing soft caresses while blowing your hair out of your face. "fuck, your pussy was made for me, pretty." taehyung groans with his eyes closed, a yearn to buck his hips fast and hard. to have you bouncing on him while jungkook watches, knowing that he'll never have you as his wife.

jungkook wants to badly release his cock from his pants, he's hard at the small moans and whines you let out when taehyung jolts you on his dick. you're confused with your eyes still hazy, hands on taehyung's broad shoulders and legs wrapping around him. and he can't help it when he's pressing himself onto your back. moaning your name into your ear. you're bobbing on taehyung's cock at a slow pace, but jungkook can tell that taehyung is filling you up well. your whining as you release for the second time on his dick. you're sobbing at the overstimulation, "n-no more." there's a huge bulge at the bottom of your tummy; a sign of where taehyung's cock is entering in and out of you. "i'm close," he grunts and starts fucking you like your his toy, "gonna cum inside her. make her fucking carry my baby, jungkook. she's gonna swell with my cum, i'll make sure of it." he talks to jungkook like your not even there. in no time, your walls are clamping down on him as he cums inside you, painting your walls white. when jungkook takes you off of taehyung in a jealous hurry, both of them see taehyung's cum leaking out of your pussy and falling down your inner thighs. meanwhile, there's a sticky mess of white rings surrounding taehyung's cock with your juices slowly dripping down to his balls.

"just this once." taehyung says looking at jungkook with a glare. the younger prince gulps as he stares down at you. everything is going exactly as he planned and dreamed of. you're right in front of him with your legs wide open for him and your innocent eyes are filled with curiosity at what he's going to do next. and he doesn't know either. jungkook wants you to taste him, he wants his taste lingering in your mouth and this can only happen by using this chance to fuck your throat. have you cry in despair as you feel the suffocation of his cock thrusting into your throat. however, jungkook can't deny that he wants — needs to feel your walls around him. especially when he cums inside you, hoping that you'll have his child instead of the other prince. what a scandal that will be, he thinks. the wife of his "brother" carrying the blood of not her husband, but of his brother. that would surely have you crawling back to him, begging him to marry you and take care of the child that was made out of wedlock and an affair. and just for the fun of it, jungkook will reject you and taunt you for having a belly round of his child. but you'll be insistent and tell him you'll do anything for him as long as you won't disappoint your mother. he feels relief in the imaginary scenario because you'd be his. but now, he'll only have you this once before you're married off to kim taehyung. and he's decided he rather waste it inside of you, with an opportunity to be able to keep you. jungkook grinned at you with each small thrust he did, making sure you felt every inch of him go through. you were so welcoming. a bit of drool fell from the corner of your lip and your eyes slightly rolled to the back. "you're so pretty; so tight and wet." his words slurred as your arms wrapped around his neck. jungkook didn't hold back. "you're doing so well," he pants, drilling himself deeper into you. he takes a mental picture of you getting split repeatedly by his dick. jungkook can't get enough of all the little noises and squirming you make each time your cunt swallows his fat cock. "this pussy was made to take me, hmm?" he ignores taehyung's obvious glare: a warning to shut up. jungkook just wants to see you unwind around his cock; needs to hear your high pitched whines; the constant slapping of skins of where the two of you connect. he can tell that your near by your constant wails and the feeling of you closing on him with such a grip. you start backing away from him, not able to ignore the overwhelming pain of being close to release once more. "be a good girl," he can hear taehyung snicker as you keep fighting him off, "you've been so fucking well for me, can't you wait just a bit longer?" you don't. and then the next few things that happen are too fast for you: taehyung snatching you up and placing you between their bodies with jungkook's cock still inside you. you scream when taehyung's cock enters alongside jungkook's. you're no longer able to form a proper sentence with both of their cocks buried so deep inside your hole. strings of praises fall from taehyung's swollen lips to ease the stretch you feel. meanwhile, jungkook wipes the stray tears from your cheeks and rubs small circles on your clit. "'s too—t-too much", you cry out with a heaviness in you tummy. "shit, look taehyung, she's so fucking wet." you're dripping around them, cocks becoming wet with your essence.

you lay your head against taehyung's neck when you become a bit more comfortable in the position. but the feeling goes away when jungkook begins his pace before taehyung does as  well. the pair loving the feeling of your walls fluttering around them. your inaudible pleads are nothing to their ears, but small kisses. taehyung leaves red marks on your collarbone with his mouth and goes down to take your tit. while jungkook flicks your clit around with one hand and the other leaves a soon to be bruise on your neck. your nails dig into their arms. you fell apart for another time when each of their engorged tip pounding into a spot that tossed your head back to jungkook's chest. with the sound of your breathless voice, jungkook followed right behind you. pumping his thick cum inside of your womb with his puffed tip right beneath your cervix, stuffing you completely with no choice but to accept it. taehyung kept on burying himself farther into you, enjoying the view of jungkook's cum smearing on his cock or plunging back into you with his force.

"n-no more." you sobbed. both of them smiling at your hands pushing taehyung's abdomen with weak attempts. "she's so cute." they cooed as you kept on bouncing on their dicks with, of course, their help. jungkook aided in fucking his seed into you, never looking away from your face. just as taehyung didn't. your trembling body could do nothing as taehyung came inside you for a second time. your cunt receiving his sperm. "fuck, i'm gonna put a baby inside her." your own arousal leaking onto them. you're completely worn out with a cried out face, oversensitive body that has the princes' cum spread all over your pussy and inner thighs, and majority of the sperm inside you. you can hear jungkook giggle as he points at your stomach as you're turned to face upwards, leaning against taehyung's sweaty body. "she's fucking bloated, taehyung." at the bottom of your stomach, it's extended in size; swollen with loads of their cum. you can feel spurts of fluids come out of you; hole gaping as everything, their warm loads inside you start to escape once jungkook and taehyung slip easily out of your slick pussy. "she's sure to get pregnant." he manages to get out with a raspy throat. each of them imagining you round for nine full months, waddling around with a baby they put inside you. a mark for everyone to see that you belong to someone. you feel taehyung place his warm hand on top of your stomach while jungkook caresses your legs in a gentle manner right before you end up sleeping in their own embrace.

~

in preparation for the wedding, the whole palace has been busy with decorations to lay out, food to make, and gowns to prepare. and so have you, but not in the way you wanted to. you're gasping for air with tears on your face from the desperation. drool spills from the side of your mouth and slathers onto hoseok's cock and the floor. his head is thrown back in pleasure, your throat squeezing him around him. "oh fuck," he grunts to himself, hands pulling your hair to slide in further. you open wider, jaw slacking as you try your best to breathe through your nose and allow his cock far back in your mouth. "my pretty baby is doing so good." hoseok's eyebrows are screwed together and his mouth drops open as he fucks your face. "is she good, hoseok?" an amused voice speaks from behind you. namjoon has a smug look on his face, his eyes are strained on the dips of your back as you arch to have your mouth full of hoseok's cock and for his own cock. namjoon jerks your hips to his own. his action tugs you farther from the other prince, a gunk of saliva trailing from your tongue to hoseok's swollen base. namjoon chuckles when he smacks his drooling, red-flushed head against your cunt's lips. it's only when hoseok thrusts into your mouth again, that namjoon shoves his cock in a few inches at once with ease. forcing your pussy walls apart, however, it doesn't sting because your cunt has been well-lubricated from yoongi's load. both of them have grins of their face from watching you struggle from being their personal fleshlight. the fat cock hits the back of your mouth a bit too hard, having you wince around and break apart from it. but it doesn't stop namjoon from having his cockhead hit your womb. he experiments at first with his hips snapping into yours, before going harder and deeper.

watery hiccups leave your mouth from the overstimulation. the thick head of his cock pressing kisses all over your wet walls. meanwhile, hoseok is pumping himself with your hand, stroking himself up and down the thick shaft. as namjoon bottoms out at a faster pace, your hand tightens around hoseok. you prepare yourself to handle the hot, drooling head that's against your cheek and slowly inches near your lips. "open up wide," you don't protest and choose to oblige with his command. the taste is awfully heavy on your tongue. hoseok is fast to set a rhythm inside your mouth, spitting on his cock to add to the mess your face is already. "wanna cum in her mouth." the force of the pairs' ram leads you to be squeezed together; back arching in a deep stretch that pains you into a vulnerable position. you begin gagging around hoseok, slightly scratching his thighs beside your head with your fingernails. "it's okay, take a deep breath and swallow." he mutters quietly to you with a gentle hand patting your head. you do as hoseok tells you too, in response, he moans at how well your taking him. your body is barely touching the floor; it's lifted by namjoon's fingers on either side of your hip and hoseok's hold on your head. you squeal, head falling back and eyes closing shut, when you feel him tear through you. the pressure at your cervix driving air out of your lungs. you're releasing on the thick cock all over again. your tits are bouncing as you're used on both sides, like a small game of tug-of-war. it's no later when hot ropes of cum coat your throat and shoot out onto your face, necks, and tits when hoseok pulls out earlier on purpose. it's overwhelming because at the same time, namjoon fucks your pussy with the loads of sticky, white cum that keep on pouring into your belly from his cock. each of their breaths grow heavier and grunted; eyes taking in the sight of you; the marks that'll remind you what took place and the soreness that will be there for days to come.

you're all cleaned up, back in your night gown when they kiss you goodbye, reminding you to speak nothing of what occurred to anyone. "pink promise?" hoseok adds, a smile gracing his features. in which, you quickly nod at his question. and before they exit your room, they wish you a good luck on your marriage with taehyung. "the best of the very best", they cheerfully add as they step out of the room. you're left alone in the room, the morning sun rising through the windows and balcony doors. but, you don't dare to spare a glance at the beauty it shows. instead you choose to clutch the covers above your head, body falling limp against the mattress. you're no longer eager to find out anything that the palace holds, or whatever the outside world has. long gone is the girl who stepped into the grand castle, who's eyes searched for more than they could see. you're scared; a soreness in your chest to see your mother in the hallways. you've come to understand that when you see her, you'll beg her to take you far from here. but once more, you'll suffer her stare of disappointment and dissatisfaction with you.

yet, it'll be much worse when you see her next time, because you'll be all dolled up in the most expensive dress, promising to stay forever with taehyung; with his brothers.

SOBBING. CRYING. YALL JINXED IT 😭😭😭

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

Written in the Pages (RM) CH1

 𝄆𝄞 Late January, 2013 𝄇

I wrap my scarf loosely around my neck and step out of the house. I stare down at the familiar path of bricks under my feet as I walk to school. The sky is the same shade of gray and despite the brisk wind, there are no leaves on the trees to be rustled.

When I get to school, I sit down at the back of the room and pull out my book to read. My classmates bicker around me but I don't look up, lest I be reminded of my own loneliness. I shut my book tightly once the bell rings, noticing someone sitting only a few desks in front of me. It was Namjoon. I had liked him since around November but learned better than to get my hopes up. He wouldn't even be friends with someone like me. It's not that he was necessarily popular, but he did have some friends. I rarely spoke, so he most likely didn't know my name.

Lessons began and I tried to keep myself from staring. It isn't like anyone would really notice though, as I am in the back corner. It's better if I don't encourage myself and just suppress these feelings like I always have.

Soon enough my classes are over and I'm walking back home. As I go, I notice two girls around my age chatting with each other. They're laughing and seem to be having such a good time, I can't help but feel envious. I haven't had a best friend like that in such a long time. I only start to feel worse listening to what they're saying.

"I know! Taehyung really is so hot... if only he'd notice me!"

"Yeah, but have you seen his friend? What was his name..."

"Namjoon?"

"Yes! He's in one of my classes, I want to get to know him"

"You should!"

"But what do I say?"

"Don't worry about it! I'm sure he likes you back anyway"

"I hope so"

I keep my head down and continue walking. Still, their words get to me. They were both so pretty...oh course he'd go for someone more like them. I'm confident in who I am. Really. It's just that Namjoon is nothing like me. He has plenty of friends and admirers, all of them do. He is going to date someone in his social circle, like them.

Once I get home I grab some banana milk from the fridge and sit down at my desk. Pulling out a pen, I work on my manuscript.

𝄆𝄞 Namjoon POV𝄇

"What's her name?"

I turned to my friend Hoseok and smiled.

"y/n"

"Wait... how long have you had a crush on her?"

"Since spring last year, around April"

"It's almost been a whole year!" Jungkook whined, "why are you only telling us this now?"

"I was nervous! I haven't even talked to her..."

I looked up at my friends who were shocked by my confession. Finally, Jimin spoke up:

"You need to make a plan soon if you ever want her to notice you. You're both graduating this year, remember?"

"I know, but what do I even say to her? She's just so... so perfect. I don't want to ruin any chance I have by saying something stupid"

"Well, you've liked her for this long. Do you know of anything she likes?" Taehyung questioned.

"Hmmm, she's really intelligent. She also really likes books, every time I see her she's reading one. Would that work? Should I try talking to her about that?"

They seemed to approve of that. After talking for a bit longer, I went home and made a plan. Tomorrow I will try talking to her before class starts.

𝄆 𝄞 𝄇

The next day I got up earlier. I walked to class and didn't get distracted talking to people. I was determined. I didn't realize until I settled down in my seat that there were still over fifteen minutes before homeroom would start.

After waiting for only a few minutes, she walked in. She took my breath away, though she was just wearing our school uniform. I started fiddling with my hands under my desk, the nerves getting to me. Slowly I stood from the desk and approached her.

"Um... hi" I mumbled.

She glanced up from her book and immediately her eyes widened. She opened her mouth to speak, but no sound came out. Did I upset her?

"I just uh.... Wanted to know what book you're reading?"

"Oh." She hesitated, "it's just... something I found in the library. It's in a series actually"

"Nice. Sounds good"

She nodded and looked back down to the pages.

"...maybe I'll check it out"

With that I returned to my seat, hoping it wasn't too obvious how flustered I was. That was my first time actually talking to her! It was so awkward though... Does she not like me? Was something I said wrong? She seemed so indifferent.

𝄆𝄞 Y/N POV𝄇

I stared down at my book but unable to focus at all. What was that? Did my crush actually just talk to me? What is happening?

I sigh to myself. He probably just likes reading too, and wanted to know what book it was. I'm sure it's nothing personal, he doesn't even know my name. Still, a part of me feels excited, like maybe I have a chance.

Written in the Pages (RM) CH2

Today when I enter the classroom, something unusual happens.

"Hey Y/N!" Namjoon says once I walk in.

Are we this close yet? I've never even talked to him before aside from yesterday...

I smile and give a small wave before sitting down at my desk. I couldn't focus during the remainder of class, my thoughts always returning to him. Why is he trying to be friends with me? He already is popular, I blend into the background. 

Eventually the bell rings and students are rushing out the door to lunch. I stand and pause to sort out my supplies in my backpack. I hear footsteps entering the classroom and mumbling, but disregard it.

"Come on, you can do it!" A voice whispers, "Just ask her!"

"Okay okay,"

Suddenly I feel like someone is looking at me. I slowly look up and almost jump when I find him in front of me. 

"H-hi Namjoon" I say under my breath. 

"Hey!" He says a little nervously, "We were wondering if you wanted to have lunch with us"

"...us?" I ask.

"Oh! I didn't introduce myself. I'm Jimin" A slightly shorter boy says as he walks out from behind Namjoon, "You must be Y/N then, right?"

"Yeah... wait, how do you know my name?"

"Namjoon told m-"

"Haha, why wouldn't he know you? This is a small school after all" Namjoon interrupts while slightly kicking the boy behind him.

"So, what do you say? Are you busy?" Namjoon asks.

"N-No..." I admit, still wondering why on Earth they, some of the most popular people at this school, want to have lunch with me.

𝄆 𝄞 𝄇

We arrive at the busy cafeteria, loud and busy with people walking over to meet their friends, talking and calling out to each other. Suddenly a hand waves us over to a table, and I follow the two boys in front of me. 

When we get to the table, we're greeted by five others. Namjoon motions for me to sit down in-between him and Jimin. Though I know who all of them are, I still feel awkward sitting here. Eyes watch me from around the room, because everyone else can see how I don't belong at this table. They are too popular for me. 

"This is Y/N, everyone" Namjoon thankfully saves me from having to introduce myself. 

"We know who she is! I'm Jungkook though" Yells out the boy sitting across from me. 

They continue going around the table introducing themselves. I try to stay calm and greet each person. I try to make eye contact with them but eventually fail, looking down at the floor. 

Once they were done introducing themselves to me, the conversation moved on to other things. I was too flustered to make out what they were saying until something caught my attention.

"What? We have to learn the choreography for it already?" Namjoon starts complaining, "I only just finished learning the last one"

"What choreography?" I asked curiously.

"W-well," He stutters out, "I'm training to be a K-POP idol... We're all in a group actually"

"Really? That's so cool." I reply, "I could never do that. I'm terrible at dancing"

"So is he" Jimin responds with a laugh.

"Hey! I'm not that bad..." He retorts. 

We all laugh and they continue talking about their choreographies and practices. Eventually the bell rings again, signaling for us to go to our next class. 

"It was really nice meeting you today, Y/N!" Taehyung says to me as he disappears into the crowd. 

I wave goodbye to all of them, until only me and Namjoon are left. I look up at him only to find that he's already looking at me. A slight blush forms on my face as he begins to speak.

"Uhm, I had a lot of fun today. Want to have lunch with us again tomorrow?" He asks me.

"Sure" I say. 

Despite the fun I had, the same question still plagues my thoughts. I have to ask him. 

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Mhm" he hums. 

"Why do you want to talk to me?"

Written in the Pages (RM) CH8

"That's a terrible idea, Namjoon" Jin snarks.

"I thought a serenade sounded sweet.." Hoseok said.

"He's talked to her like,, twice??? And your plan is to follow her home? Bad idea."

"Yeah, Jin's right." Yoongi adds.

Jimin pipes up, "What if you wrote her a card?"

I think for a moment, "Isn't that too... obvious?"

"What's wrong with obvious?" He asks, "It can't be worse than stalking her and singing her four lines in the middle of her house, can it?"

I sigh, "what would I even write in a card?"

"Something like Oh Y/N~ I'm so in love with you! Every night when I go to bed I dream of kissing you-"

"sHUT UP!" I groan as I cover my face.

~

𝄆 Y/N POV 𝄇

Falling in love is like picking flower petals. He loves me, he loves me not. He loves me, he loves me not. One day I think he likes me, the next I'm sure he doesn't.

Love is a beautiful thing, but sometimes it can be so hard. Does he like me? Why else would he go to all this effort for me? But at the same time, why would he want me when he could have anyone?

I might love him, but sometimes I just feel so insecure at the thought of him.

I think back to when me and Namjoon last talked. He had tried to talk to me, explaining that he did care. But I had jumped to conclusions and let my insecurities get the best of me. Was I the reason he wasn't talking to me? He must be giving me space because he thinks I'm mad at him.

I grab my phone and open it up to instagram. Messaging him, I write:

"Hey Namjoon. I'm sorry I didn't let you finish what you were saying last time... I guess I just got caught up in my anger. It wasn't fair to you"

After a while, I see three little dots.

𝄆 NAMJOON POV 𝄇

I typed out a message to her:

Me: Wait, so you're not mad at me?

Y/N: Of course I'm not mad at you! I thought you were mad at me..

Y/N: I... overheard these girls saying that you were just hanging out with me as a joke.. I know you would never do something like that! I just....

Y/N: I just started to feel like I wasn't good enough for your friend group

Me: Don't listen to them. We decide whose good enough for us, not them. I'm sorry they made you feel that way.

Y/N: Can I ask you something?

Me: Anything

Y/N: Just out of curiosity, what type of person would you date?

I pause. Do I tell her? Do I tell her what I've tried to tell her multiple times now?

No. I can't tell her over instagram DMs. When I tell her how I feel, I want it to be special.

Me: Someone smart, funny, pretty,

Someone like you.

Me: What about you? What type of guy would you date?

Y/N: I don't know haha. I haven't really thought about it.

Me: Would you consider... someone like me?

Y/N: ...maybe

Y/N: would you consider someone like me?

My thumb starts to type 'yes', but right as I'm about to press send my screen turns black.

"Shoot! My phone died!"

I'm not having another misunderstanding. Our conversations keep getting interrupted. If I can't send her the text, then I'm just going to have to tell her in person.

Tomorrow I will tell Y/N how I feel.

~

I rush into school. It's 8:00am still, plenty of time before class starts. I walk into the classroom to find Y/N sitting at her desk, a book open on her table.

"Y/N" I call out.

She glances up at me, worry painting her face.

"Y/N. I need to tell you something"

The classroom is empty, as class doesn't start for another half hour. Yellow sunlight paints the desks, slowly tilting as the sun continues to rise. The light brushes over her hair, highlighting a few strands that excitedly bounce up as she lifts her head.

"What is it?"

"I-I.." I stutter, "I need to talk to you"

She bites her bottom lip, looking down, "Is it about our conversation last night? Listen, I'm really sorry about-"

"No. It's, It's about... how I feel about you"

After a pause she bursts into laughter, "about the ideal type thing? It's okay if you don't feel that way about-"

"No!"

"Stop interrupting me!" She jokes, "it's okay if I'm not your type."

"No, what I meant was that you are my type! That's what I was trying to say before... my phone died."

She gives me a deadpan look, "your phone died?"

"It did! But that's why I've decided that I'm tired of being interrupted. I need to tell you that-"

"Namjoon! How's it going!" Jin yells as he opens the classroom door.

"NO!" I shout back at him. I then turn to Y/N, "I need to tell you that I like you. I have feelings for you. That's why I keep talking to you, why I always want to have lunch with you, why I got so angry at what those people said about you, because I like you. And I want us to be more than friends. And I understand if you don't feel the same but I just needed you to know that"

She looks up at me with shocked eyes. Did I yell all of that too? She closes her book and breaks eye contact, looking out the window at students walking in to school. Jin has a wide-eyed look on his face as well, probably surprised at my sudden outburst.

"You... like me?"

"Oh yeah. He's had the biggest crush on you since last year. He's spent the last week trying to tell you, it's really kind of-"

"Jin! Shush!" I whisper-yell.

Her small smile turns to a big grin, "you've liked me since last year?"

I rub the back of my neck, "well... yeah"

She jumps up from her desk like she's about to hug me, then stops and fiddles with her fingers, "I... I like you too!"

"Really?!" I smile too, "I.. That's, can I hug you?"

She smiles and nods. I pull her into me, resting my arms on her shoulders.

"Ew, get a room you too" Jin groans.

I pull away from Y/N, "we had a room until you showed up."

He just laughs and walks away, leaving his bag at his seat. Me and Y/N smile at each other. We stay in silence until class starts, only interrupted by our awkward giggles.

𝐼 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑛𝑎 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑦 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑙𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟 ℎ𝑎𝑧𝑒.

𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑎𝑤 𝑜𝑛 𝑚𝑦 𝑐𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑎𝑟𝑏𝑜𝑛𝑒,

𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑤 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑝ℎ𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑠

𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑝𝑠 𝐼 𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑙 ℎ𝑜𝑚𝑒, 𝑠𝑜 𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑒𝑡, 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑜𝑛

𝐿𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑤𝑒 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑃𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑠

𝐿𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑤𝑒 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑒𝑙𝑠𝑒