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𝙃𝙞𝙨 𝙈𝙖𝙞𝙙 - Yᴀɴᴅᴇʀᴇ Mᴀғɪᴀ Bᴏss

"Mr. Kim is asking for coffee! Could you please bring it to him, I still have to do my chores!" Aylin begged basically. "Sure!" You quickly replied, not wanting your friend to get in trouble with anyone. "You're the best, thanks, I'll be heading out to do them now", she said as she ran out of the room.

You, on the other hand, started to complete the last few touches of the coffee, trying to achieve a perfect taste and look to it. You desperately wanted to impress your boss, Mr. Kim Namjoon, cause if you did the tiniest mistake you would be fired. However, you needed this job: it gave you a great wage to pay off your debts and to buy your necessities.

Instantly you hurried yourself to the office room, slightly trembling when you passed the guards. Yet it wasn't because of them, but the deadly weapons they had in their pockets at all times. Weapons that made the Grim Reaper visit more repeatedly than normal, weapons that caused deaths.

Bowing at them out of fear than respect. You slightly knocked on the doors of his office room, "Come in", a harsh voice called out. It had sent a small shiver throughout your back. You gently opened the doors while your hands were carefully protecting the cup filled with coffee, so that it wouldn't 't lead to a problem that you didn't need. 

Faintly walking forward and bowing out of respect to your boss. "Mr. Kim, pardon me for interrupting you, I have brought your coffee. Where would you like for me to put it?"

Mr. Kim was a terrifying man, his aura screamed power; he showed a cold demeanor all the time which is why people were scared of him, including yourself, he didn't even show a ounce of emotion. 

"Just put it on the corner of my desk", he commanded. You slowly walked closer his desk, trying your best to not make Mr. Kim notice that you were trembling from just being around him. 

Finally reaching his desk and putting the coffee down, you didn't realize the sigh of relief you realized when you were taking your leave. Being able to leave the room, but it wasn't the room, it was specifically the man who was in the room. Mr. Kim Namjoon. 

You would have definitely been horrified, even have a heart attack if you looked back. You didn't see the way Mr. Kim looked up to see who was the maid that had spoken so softly to him. The way he stopped what he was doing and leaned back in his chair to at least see your back profile. He didn't have to say anything, if people saw the expression on his face they would know that Mr. Kim Namjoon was certainly intrigued by your appearance.

Interested.

He wanted to know more about this mere maid that had caught his attention, he had no idea why. Was it because of your actions, manners, or...

But he definitely knew that it wasn't a attraction to the maid in a loving way. No, it couldn't be. Never would he marry a maid of his, a person was working under him, a person who was of lower class. At least that was what he was trying to believe in at the time of the encounter. His mind was going against him, it kept repeating that it didn't matter since if the maid was to get into a relationship with him, there would be no problems. Mr. Kim Namjoon could change a person's class if he would be pleased to do it.

Why was he thinking about a mere maid from a small interaction.

To him, it just felt right, in the perfect place.

Nonetheless, as soon as you had gotten out of that room you had felt relaxed and raced to complete the short amount of chores you had left. You felt glad that you didn't interact much with Mr. Kim since he could fill anyone with fear, including yourself. 

In spite of that, Mr. Kim had already gotten your name from the guards you bowed to. Now all Namjoon has to do was ask his trusted man to tell him information about you. In order to find out more about this person he felt attractive to. New ideas popping up in his head about how to get you closer to him, he didn't know why he was so desperate, in spite of that he put his plan into action: one of his main ideas was to have you serve him more. To see if Namjoon, himself was truly attracted to you or if it was just false alarm.

No matter what, Namjoon had to find out.

You, on the other hand, had noticed your presence being asked more in the recent days passing by. Ever since you had entered his office, it gave you shivers. You clearly hated it. 

As you served Mr. Kim, you both had small interactions with each other from hellos to going to having full on conversations from the both of you over time, getting closer to each other. You realized that he wasn't as terrifying as you and other people had thought however, you noticed the more you had hanged out with Namjoon, (who asked you to call him by his name) the more distance that was created from your other maid friends.

No more favors, no more jokes, and not even a "hi" from them. It was like all of them were informing you for something wrong, you felt lonely. Had no one to talk to, to tell them about your day, it was just Namjoon who talked to you. It started to fell like you depended on him, like he was the only person you could have a real chitchat with. 

You lived by yourself, thought you could handle being on your own. Which you were definitely proved wrong. In debt, you were behind on your rent, had to pay some money to your bank, plus owning money to a couple of other people. In conclusion, you needed a good paying job, and this maid job was the finest job you had at the moment. 

Namjoon was enjoying the progress he had made. He had gotten close to you in no time! Guess it was worth it of killing one of the maids in front of the rest in order to keep them away from you. Namjoon had to be conscious on how they were going to take your attention away from him, it would be best if he kept you alone. Leaving all your socializing with him only!

Namjoon had also discovered that you owed a great amount of money to people, who knew that trying to live alone would be a big expensive for low class people. Unlike you, Namjoon could easily pay a debt like that. And that's when his mind clasped an amazing idea.

Desperation, people who owned money felt pressured in returning cash, the exact feeling you had every day. Trying to return money that wasn't ever yours. Namjoon knew for a fact that you were in distress, and what better way to get you in his arms than paying your debts with his money.

If he asked nicely, maybe you could comply with it, surely you'll do it, a smile appearing on his face due to his mischievous thoughts. 

No.

You had kindly refused any help from Namjoon, in the best possible way. You knew what he could do, and definitely did not want it to happen to you.

The word rang through his mind, Namjoon mentioned your situation, but you denied. You didn't even think about the offer, upfront rejecting him. However, he wasn't going to beg for you to accept his offer, just because he wanted you in his arms. 

Indeed, Namjoon was desperate. In spite of that, he had decided to go with his other plan. "Do it." It didn't matter that it would hurt you, at the end of the day it would make you come to him. And when you finally do, he'll give you the luxuries that you want, with all the love he had. Anything.

Namjoon promised to himself that he would never hurt you, again. Maybe just a little, to break you down and start rebuilding you to behave like his exquisite wife for him, if you go against him. But of course, nothing, if you behaved.

He had to intervene, getting you more into debt was the best idea he had. To the point to be with him, agreeing due to your desperation. Namjoon, would like to switch the words, liking the idea far more that you agreed because of how your love for him grew. 

Delusional.

And in no time you came back. How exciting it was for Namjoon!

You felt gone, despair creeps all around you. Discouraged on how to get money that you knew you didn't have a opportunity to gain. Everyone that you owed money to all of a sudden started to pressure you into money, and as the days ended and the new days began, each time your due date was getting closer. 

It was starting to eat you up, and in an instance, your single choice was Namjoon. Getting out all the negativity out, trying to have a positive mindset; Namjoon could just be helping you out.

You went to talk to him, throat tight, palms sweating, and in total, embarrassed. Here you were talking to him, hoping he still had the offer opened. Attempting to forget the past, where you had, with no doubt, rejected him.

𒊹︎

Despite that memory, as soon as you mentioned about the offer. You were on his desk, your clothes thrown on the floor, all in various spots. With Namjoon on top of you as his eyes stalked on you.

You truly were marvelous.

All throughout the session you kept quiet, a couple of moans escaping out of your lips as he sucked your collarbone, finding the perfect spot that made you whiny. And in no time wasted, Namjoon had his tip at your entrance, letting out a sigh of satisfaction. You are his. No matter what. 

Ignoring your squirming, a small smile formed on his lips, glad, that he was the one that made you want to have more. That made you want to have his dick all the way inside of your pretty little pussy.

In one thrust, his whole length was inside of you, making you scream in agony. It was painful, and pleasurable at the same time. You could feel his dick slowly starting pull in and out, his tip grinding against your cervix. Your head thrown back as his pace quickened, grunts and moans crowded his office room, his private room that was supposed to be used for his work only. 

But for you, he would do any exception. Namjoon just wished that you worshipped him like he did with you. Like how he wanted to be with you every single second of every day. I love you, I fucking love you: was all he could think about as he fucked you.

Your eyes rolled backwards as you felt your climax was near, his thrusts becoming sloppier, but he didn't reduce his pace, hitting you in the spot that had you mumbling incoherent words, that made your mind forget how to form words. 

Namjoon just couldn't get enough of you, the way you could make him feel butterflies in his stomach - and his dick.

His lips wandered all around your body, as he felt worthy of just being able to kiss your upper body. Namjoon's manhood never coming to an end, "You'r-e m-mine." He whispered, angling his hips in a certain way, raising your own to reach deeper inside of you. 

The climax of both of you nearer as you clenched around him, feeling pressure in your stomach. Soon enough, a low moan was delivered, with a whine from you, as his cock was left with white coating from your release.

A warm substance had creamed your velvet walls, he had released his seeds in the deepest parts of you, but you hadn't noticed. Too into your after-release, your eyes glancing around the room, your mind in a different world.

𒊹︎

His eyes on you. Why wouldn't you look him in the eyes. Yearn for him, feel his soft spot that he had for you. The single individual he adored, with all his heart, would kill anyone for you. Even you if it meant that you wanted to separate yourself from him.

A complete nightmare. Was he selfish, for wanting to own you and have you to himself: caress you, play with your hair, and make you his wife.

The rest was a daze, you didn't really remember how you got dressed, or out of the 'problem'. All you knew was that you got, atleast, something out of it. Your bills were paid! No more of what you did, sleeping with your boss. You felt horrified of what you did, you had to do to survive, the specific words that rang through your mind.

You wouldn't have to face Namjoon, which was something that wasn' t one bit true. But you would find out on your own.

————time skip————✈︎

After a few weeks you realized what your actions had done, but it couldn't be just coincidence that your period is late and that you're in the bathroom every single morning for a couple of days now, throwing out the contents you ate.

Nope. You knew it was a possibility but you still had to do the test.

The two red lines appearing, your heart raced, turns out you are pregnant. You feel the panic going through your body at that exact moment. Questions of what to do: what were you going to do, you could barely take care of yourself how were you going to take care of another human being. 

Nonetheless, deep down, you didn't want to get an abortion since the baby had no fault in anything that you did, the baby- your baby was innocent. The worst thing was you couldn't even ask the father of the baby, Mr. Kim Namjoon, your boss considering that there was a risk. The risk that made you afraid and terrified, that if he found out, the results of it weren't pleasant. He could easily kill you and the baby you were carrying.

You didn't want to die, you were still young and you didn't want your infant to be killed so early, apart that it could be their own father doing the deed. Scared to say anything you had kept quiet.

On the other hand, Namjoon waits for a sign that you could be pregnant, knowing that he did try to leave you impregnated with his child. A newborn that came from both of your bloods was something that was bound to make the both of you live together. In the embraces of each other for eternity. 

Namjoon had made sure that you would be left pregnant, yet why haven't you gone through to tell him. He had to make you admit it in some way, even if you weren't expecting a child with him, he had other plans that would make you carry his child in the end.

All he needed to know is if you are pregnant, that's all.

Namjoon told his guards to keep an eye on you and in case of anything to inform immediately. As well as giving his servants strict rules to inform him or his guards of particular details, even so to keep quiet about the assignment given. You were not to find out.

You should've kept quiet. But you didn't. 

Soon enough you tell one of the maids that you are carrying a child and in spite of sharing that information, you don't even think about sharing the part about who is the father to the older maid. At any rate.

Word gets out to the guards, all of them know that if they are the ones who tell their boss the news, it will make them even more superior than the rest. And it did make the first guard that told Mr. Kim Namjoon better than the rest.

Namjoon soon tells you that he has found out about the infant in your womb. Suggesting that he will support the decision of you having his baby and that you should be expected to stay here next to him, at all time in case anything happens to you or the baby.

You were astonished. Namjoon was willing to look after you, while you went through the pregnancy. Tending to the baby anytime, to the point that he wanted you to live in his house. Protecting the both of you.

Slowly progressing through the months, it started to lead up to you having to tell Namjoon where you were going, what time you would be leaving, the time you would be coming back, and Namjoon would accept, change, or deny your requests. At one point he didn't even let you leave the mansion for weeks.

Despite that, you didn't even want to go out with all of the terrifying concepts that Namjoon has started to tell you. He despised it when you went outside, now he was aware that you wouldn't want to come out; manipulating you to trust him, that he knew best. Whispering his fears into your ears, "My enemies will torture you and that would become the tragic death of you and his child. We wouldn't want that."

Namjoon was steadily creeping you into a corner with words. And of course you believed him, you had learned to trust in him. Wrong move. Namjoon wasn't a man that should be trusted, and many found out at the most useless times of all. Their last moments alive. Namjoon was an amazing lier, he had learned to deceive people at such a young age, it was easy. And an even finer manipulator. 

All the greater, even his guards knew that Mr. Kim Namjoon had already brutally tortured his enemies to death, in case, if they were to ever mess with his perfect soon-to-be wife, but you didn't know that yet.

He sure was a cunning deceiver.

After months of being locked inside the mansion with only interacting with a couple of maids, which was seconds compared to chatting with Namjoon multiple times. As the months passed by, you were trying to be cautious of the life growing inside of you, and worrying every single day. It had been your first time becoming pregnant, apart from the fact that you were still young to become a mother. So it was overwhelming for you.

Until it was finally time. All that you passed through in those 9 months were nothing comparable to the pain you felt when you gave birth. However, joy and adoration was what it had become when you saw your healthy baby boy for the first time.

Namjoon and you had soon named him Ji-hoon, sticking to choose a Korean name.

Your heart warms up when you get to see your son in arms of his father, future thoughts clouding up your mind, and in a moment you let the words you had been thinking about for a while out, "Namjoon what are we going to do now, we are not in a relationship with each other and I had been thinking of moving back to my parents home. Especially with the news that I have a child. So I was hoping we could do co-parenting?" 

Eventually, Namjoon looked up to stare you right in the eyes, letting his true emotions out, the simple word you didn't want or expected to hear, "No."  You were beyond surprise, you didn't think that he would decline, after all the hours that you have spend with him. You were treated very kindly and gently by Namjoon, so you didn't think an awkward moment would happen, just like the one you were in. 

You thought he would be more than glad to agree to the conditions you were telling him. Choosing to secure you and the baby. He soon continued, "I offered you a place to live in where food was available to you any second. Now, you give birth to our son to only end up saying you want to leave with him to go somewhere else. Do you have no respect for people. Is this how your going to repay me after all I did in supporting you." 

There was a knot stuck in your throat. You didn't want to be here. Namjoon was right. You were being rude to him, after all Namjoon had given you many things to keep you safe during the pregnancy, especially not getting angry and killing you and Ji-hoon. 

"I'm...sorry, Namj-."  

"Don't say sorry. That was only a few things, you can't and won't leave me because I love you, that's why I did all those things. I've done so many darn things, you don't know how much blood I have gotten in my hands because of you. It wasn't even related to all the underground business I do!"

Your eyes widening because of his declaration, Namjoon had murdered for you, that was something else that you wouldn't get out of your mind as he kept adding on, "I fucked you once and you became pregnant with our child." 

You could tell Ji-hoon was startled by the screaming and he started crying loud. 

"Namjoon, please he is crying." Having a hard time raising your voice.

Namjoon made his way to you and gave you Ji-hoon, quickly you started caressing Ji-hoon while he started to eat, trying to make him calm down. As well as yourself. 

Namjoon quietly whispered in your ear but you could hear the edging tone, while his hands made their way to gripping your shoulders, "And if you ever dare to bring this topic back up, I swear I will harm Ji-hoon and your parents right in front of your eyes. In order to teach you a valuable lesson to respect me, your soon to be husband. We could always make another child, but you'll never have a husband like me."

You nodded your head quickly, you didn't want him shouting harsh dreadful threats to your face when Ji-hoon was in your arms and you had just given birth. "Good, I'll be back soon. My darling."

You didn't want to harm your only family left, so you forced yourself to stay due to all the threats he told you, which were sweet lies, pretending to play as his perfect little wife. The mother of his children. And as his wife that would stay with him forever.

★ 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.

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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.

★ 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 ★

pairing: yandere! taehyung x f. reader

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

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

word count: +3.9k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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