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Lion’s Den (Preview)
↳ Summary: You should have seen the warning signs. It’s been there since the day Jungkook started showing his more than friends affection towards you. Hindsight is, indeed, twenty-twenty, and now you’re reaping the false belief you sowed about the man you once loved. By the time your rose-colored glasses shattered, it was too late. You’ve already entered the lion’s den.
↳ Pairing: Idol!Jungkook x Producer!Fem!Reader
↳ Genre: Yandere | ↳ Type of fic: Oneshot
↳ Disclaimer: The story below the cut is fictitious only. It does not depict Jungkook or any of the other idols mentioned and featured in this story in real life. The author does not condone this type of behavior. Minors do not interact with this story. Ageless blogs will be blocked on the presumption that you are underaged.
↳ Warnings: Blackmailing, threats, noncon, slapping, marking, hair pulling, manipulation, forced marriage, control over women’s reproductive health, physical assault, violence, abusive behavior and relationship.
↳ Teaser Word Count: 782
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━━ “Show you what devotion is, deeper than the ocean is.”
You look at the time on your computer, 12:17 am. You haven’t even realized it’s past midnight already. Jungkook slides the box towards you then flicks the can of soft drink on the side, a trick he swore would make the drink less carbonated, before opening it and placing it beside the dish. How can he act so sweet one minute and then be cruel the next? You take the chopstick from his hand, pulling them apart, and shift on your seat as you begin to eat.
“What are you working on?” he asks as he prepares his own meal.
You chew and swallow your food before answering him. “Song for Enha.”
“Yeah? What is it called?”
“Bills,” you tell him. He glances at you, giving you a knowing look. You understand what the look means. You sigh. “It’s a song about a break up, but it’s not about our break up.”
“Why? You didn’t want to write one ‘cos you know you’ll come back to me anyway?” Jungkook asks with a chuckle.
“No, I didn’t write any songs about our break up because it wasn’t worth it,” you reply, shrugging your shoulders as you continue eating. Instinctively, you glance at him, and you see Jungkook looking at you with his jaw tensed. You hit a nerve—you hit more than just a nerve, but perhaps his entire ego, and nothing is more fragile than a man’s ego.
A part of you swells in pride knowing you’ve hurt his ego, but the other part of you mentally scolds yourself for saying what you said. Jungkook is a ticking time bomb; the last thing you want is for him to explode. “Sorry,” you say, sucking your teeth. “Forget I said anything. Let’s just continue eating, please.”
“How did you go from loving me to hating me, Y/N? I’ve done nothing but love you. Why did you suddenly leave me?” Jungkook asks, his tone indicating he’s hurt which takes you aback.
Jungkook—the man who forced himself upon you last night, who slapped you, who threatened to kill your brother if you don’t oblige to his requests and blackmailed you—hurt? It gives you a whiplash just thinking about it. He’s fucking delusional, you conclude.
“Jungkook, you changed,” you say. “You—,”
“Just because someone you love changed doesn’t mean you leave them,” he hisses.
“You leave when they’ve changed for the worst, Jungkook, and you changed for the worst. You became controlling,” your breathing is ragged, but you swallow the lump in your throat as you continue your tirade.
“At first, I let it go because I loved you and I’ve known you since we were fifteen and I know how possessive you can be, but I told myself it was just because you’ve always been insecure even when you had no reason to. Then, it escalated. Suddenly, you always wanted to check my phone, always wanting to be here at my studio or wherever I am when I’m working because you’re paranoid about the people I work with, dictating what I should and shouldn’t wear, and you disrespected my boundaries when I clearly established them with you especially in sex. You no longer see me as your girlfriend or even as Y/N, your friend before being your girlfriend; you treated me like I’m an object, like I’m your property.”
“I did all those for you, Y/N. You didn’t see what I saw. Those people you work with—that fucking Jang Yijeong and Kim Woosung—it’s clear they want you. They practically eye fuck you every time you’re in the goddamn room! You’re my girlfriend. It’s only natural that I do everything to let them know you’re mine,” Jungkook reasons, shaking his head at your tirade.
“They’re my co-workers, Jungkook! Yijeong, he’s like family to me now much like how Yoongi is because they taught me everything I know about songwriting and producing. And Woosung? He’s my friend. I’m allowed to have male friends.”
“You’re so naive, baby, it frustrates me so much,” he scoffs, poking his cheek with his tongue as he narrows his gaze at you.
“Tell me there’s a part of you that understands where I’m coming from,” you desperately say, but you’re met with the coldness of his eyes. You shut your eyes tightly. “Jungkook, I broke up with you because I finally saw you for who you truly are. You don’t love me; you want to own me.”
“I told you I’ll show you how devoted I am to you,” Jungkook quips, chuckling to himself. You shiver at his lighthearted disposition. “I love you, Y/N. It’s only right that I get to you all to myself because I’m all yours.”
━━ “You wrap around me and you give me life.” END
DEAD KIDS ✦ Series Masterlist
SUMMARY: A group of university students kidnaps their rich batchmate for ransom. However, things take a darker turn when one of the members grows a dangerous obsession with the captive and all hell breaks loose.
PAIRING: Jungkook x Fem!Reader
GENRE: Slow burn Yandere
WARNINGS: Not suitable for audiences below 18. Please do not engage with the story if you are underage. Specific warnings on every chapter. Overall, watch out for serious illegal detention, depiction of violence, yandere elements, dark and corrupt characters, smut. Inspired by the film, Dead Kids (2019).
CHAPTERS: 01 ✦ 02 ✦ (more to come)
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ANDI: I do not condone the behaviors exhibited in this story. The characters of Jungkook, Namjoon, Yoongi and Hoseok do not reflect who they are in real life. Fanfiction is just fanfiction. I have no schedule in writing – I write whenever I can. Please try to refrain from sending asks about updates and let me know your feedbacks instead.
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. © ANDI-KOOK 2024. NO PART OF THIS STORY MAY BE REPRODUCED, TRANSLATED, MODIFIED, EDITED, REPOSTED AND THE LIKES WITHOUT THE AUTHOR’S PERMISSION.
DEAD KIDS ✦ Chapter 2
SUMMARY: A group of university students kidnaps their rich batchmate for ransom. However, things take a darker turn when the new recruit grows a dangerous obsession with the captive and all hell breaks loose.
PAIRING: Jungkook x Fem!Reader
GENRE: Slow burn Yandere, Crime AU
WARNINGS: Not suitable for audiences below 18. Please do not engage with the story if you are underage. WATCH OUT FOR: dark and morally corrupt characters, foul language, mention of Catholicism, slut shaming and objectification of women, mention of inappropriate relationship between professor/student, mentions and depiction of “rape” and “rape fantasy” throughout the story, masturbation, threats, MC has an NSFW blog with hard kinks and fantasies, non consensual touching. Overall, this is a disturbing chapter – based on my standards – so if you are not comfortable with these topics, do not proceed. Inspired by the film, Dead Kids (2019).
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“Why did you really want to take her?” Jungkook asks Namjoon as they sit and eat the ramen he cooked around the living area. Beside him, Yoongi and Hoseok are fast asleep, the latter clutching onto the former’s arm like it’s his plushie while the former has his head thrown against the headrest.
Namjoon, who is seated on the other makeshift sofa, gulps down the soup from his ramen before letting out a satisfied sigh and wipes his mouth with the back of his mouth. “How many times do we have to say that we kidnapped Y/N for ransom?”
“I’m not stupid, Namjoon,” Jungkook says. “We’re already tied to this shit until the ransom drop. The least you can do is be upfront on why you did this in the first place. I’m not taking a bullet for you or anyone.”
The buzz-cut haired man leans his back against the sofa, which unlike his premium one, is built from scratch by Jungkook using old wood and cases of beers around the warehouse. He gazes at Jungkook for a while, studying him while swimming in his own thoughts. The tattooed man wonders if Namjoon is contemplating telling him the truth. He wonders if the two sleeping men beside him also knew the truth.
They claim to have been friends since the fourth grade, but does time really make you know a person inside out?
“My father didn’t used to be the way he is now – corrupt. Growing up, I looked up to him because of how honest and upstanding he was as a cop. I knew he did some off-the-books shit, but he still had a moral compass, still had lines he didn’t cross. But then he met Y/N’s father, Kim Seokjin, when I was ten. Suddenly, everything changed,” Namjoon narrates, letting out a scoff as he shakes his head and rubs his palms on his baggy jeans. “He went from being a great husband and father to my mother and I to a complete asshole. We didn’t have religion but after meeting Kim Seokjin, we were suddenly Catholics, attending church with his family every Sunday. I was baptized and Kim Seokjin became my godfather. But the worst part was seeing him erase all the lines he drew and swore never to cross when he began to use his position as a detective and then eventually sergeant to now the chief of the entire police force in Seoul to protect Kim Seokjin and his criminal empire.”
Jungkook inhales deeply. “So, kidnapping Y/N is you taking on revenge against Kim Seokjin for corrupting your father? It is personal. It’s never about the money?”
“Of course, the money is important and integral to the plan. But yes, you are correct – I want to avenge my father from Kim Seokjin by hitting him where I know it will hurt the most: his only daughter, Y/N.”
“You promised that we are not going to hurt her,” Jungkook counters immediately.
Namjoon doesn’t say anything.
“Namjoon,” Jungkook clicks his tongue. “If you do that – what makes you different than Kim Seokjin?”
“Why are you so protective of her?” Namjoon asks pointedly. “What? Just because she gave you a boner, you’re suddenly fucking in love with her? Don’t think I didn’t notice. We all did. Yoongi is right – drop the morally upright act, Jeon. You’re just as demented as we are. The moment you agreed to this plan, you’re just as fucked up.”
The sudden call out makes Jungkook turn crimson and Namjoon smirks, placing his leg over the other. “Don’t worry – unlike you, I don’t judge people. To each our own. If shit like that turns you on, then that’s on you. Why don’t you take the opportunity to act on it?”
His eyes widen, shocked and disgusted. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
Jungkook knows exactly what Namjoon is talking about, but he is completely aghast at the insinuation.
The de facto leader only widens his smirk, pulling out his packet of cigarettes and lighter from the front pocket of his large, oversized coat. “You know what I’m talking about, Jeon. A pretty naked girl tied to a chair in your warehouse – it’s perfectly normal to feel aroused by such sight. We won’t judge you if you just get it over and done with.”
“You’re more than fucked up,” Jungkook hisses, face flushed and veins popping out on his neck. “I’m not going to fucking touch her.”
Namjoon lights the cigarette in between his lips. Then, he inhales, and smoke leaves his lips as he replies, “Why not? Y/N is a dirty slut who fucks her married professor with kids her age after church and dinner every Sunday night and more – I bet you all my cut that she’s not going to resist you because she’s probably into fucking someone having their own way with her. No, in fact, I can tell you she’s going to enjoy it.”
Jungkook feels hot. Images of your naked trembling body and whimpering pleas filling his mind and ears.
“She has a blog, you know? A secret blog where she writes these fantasies and kinks she has. Posts her nudes on there too. Do you wanna know what is one fantasy she keeps on writing about?”
“No, I really don’t,” Jungkook says through gritted teeth.
“It’s a rape fantasy, Jungkook. What a fucking dirty slut she is, right? I bet she’s fucking wet right now at the thought, at the anticipation that one of us or all of us are going to have our ways with her. I bet she’s aching to be touched. I bet she wants you to rape her, Jungkook. So, why not just do it?”
He stands up in a jolt, hitting his knee on the makeshift table he made from old tires and steel roof and stammering some excuse that he needs to go the bathroom or air – he can’t remember. Jungkook finds himself in his room, back pressed against the door. His shirt sticks to his skin because of the sweat, and he takes it off, leaving it discarded on the floor. Namjoon’s words mixed with the flashing images of your perky nipples, smooth skin, sound of your whimpers, pleas, your smell – it makes him hard. Harder than he’s ever been.
Before he knows it, Jungkook is unbuttoning his jeans, pulling it down along with his boxers, his erection springing free. He spits on his palm before he begins stroking his length, shuddering at the touch, making his mouth dry. He presses the back of his head against the door, eyes closed as he imagines you on your knees – like you were with the professor – those lips around his shaft, head bobbing as you suck him dry. He imagines hearing your moans, imagines his dick hitting the back of your throat as you go deeper and beg him to fuck your mouth like a whore. Jungkook’s stroking himself faster. He imagines hearing you gag as he fucks your mouth, not stopping even when you’re clearly suffocating. Then, he cums, toes curling and a guttural groan escaping his lips.
As he comes back from his high, Jungkook stares at the white sticky substance covering his hand and cock. He just jerked off to you, a girl they kidnapped, and he knows it won’t be the last time.
“Where the fuck have you been?” Yoongi hisses at him the moment he comes back from his room, showered and changed into more comfortable clothes.
Jungkook deliberately ignores the stare of Namjoon and flops on the seat beside Hoseok who is eating the remaining ramen. “Why the fuck do you care?”
“I’m going to punch this kid, I swear to God,” Yoongi grumbles, rolling his eyes. “We’re making the ransom call, you dumb fuck. Or rather, you are.”
Jungkook furrows his brows. “What? Why me?”
“Every one of us here has already encountered Y/N’s father at least once. The man remembers everyone he encounters. You’re the only exception,” Namjoon explains as he hands you a black phone. “It’s a burner phone, untraceable. I took it from my dad. And this is what you’re going to say – make sure you sound intimidating at least. Put it on speaker too.”
Namjoon places his phone on the makeshift table and Jungkook clicks his tongue. “The deal was you only use my warehouse. So far, you got me doing far more than that.”
“Do you want 25 million or not?” Yoongi asks, crossing his arms over his chest. “Cos if you do, you better start calling Kim Seokjin.”
I’m going to punch you soon, Jungkook tells himself before he unlocks the phone and goes to the contact list where Kim Seokjin’s name is the only one listed. He takes a deep breath, going over the script on Namjoon’s phone before clicking on the contact and putting the call on speaker. The ringing sound echoes throughout the warehouse. The tension is palpable again, like it was back in the car earlier that night.
After a few more rings, Kim Seokjin’s voice fills the warehouse. It’s light but a hint of roughness and irritation is noticeable right away.
“Who is this?”
Jungkook licks his lips as he read the script in front of him. “We have your daughter. If you want to see her alive, prepare 100 million won and bring it to 2020 this Friday night. Otherwise, the next time you’ll see her is on the news, dead.”
Hoseok covers his mouth to keep himself from laughing while Yoongi stares hard at the phone. Namjoon, on the other hand, is relaxed on his seat, smoking.
“You sound young, boy,” Seokjin remarks. “You are not the first person to call me in the middle of the night asking for ransom. Do you really have any idea what you’re doing?”
Namjoon motions for him to repeat what he just said.
“If you want to see her alive, prepare 100 mill—,”
“Don’t you think I would be able to find my daughter faster than you could ever imagine? Do you know who you’re talking to?”
That triggers Jungkook. He’s been hearing that question – that discrimination his entire life and he’s sick of it. He’s fucking sick of it.
“I don’t give a fuck who you are. Either you give us 100 million in exchange for your whore of a daughter or I will personally make you watch as we do everything we want with her, make you watch as she begs you to make it stop, make you listen as she takes her last breath before I fucking slit her throat so deep her head nearly decapitates. You have until Friday night – and you better make sure the police don’t get involved. Don’t fucking ask me who the fuck you are again.”
He ends the call, gripping the phone tightly.
“What the fuck was that? Why the hell didn’t you stick to the script?! Are you trying to get us all a one way ticket to prison?!” Yoongi exclaims.
“Did you not hear what he’s saying? He caught on that we are fucking amateurs. I saved our asses – you should be fucking grateful,” Jungkook snaps, clenching his jaw. “If you didn’t want me to do the call, maybe the three of you should have done it yourselves. Fucking useless bastards.”
“Hey! What did you say?” Hoseok stands, pushing Jungkook by placing his hands on his chest. “Who are you calling useless, huh?”
“Who do you think?” He scoffs.
“Let’s fucking kill this son of a bitch, Hobi.”
“Gladly.”
“Enough,” Namjoon says sternly. “No one is going to kill anyone. Not amongst ourselves. What Jungkook did is right, Yoongi. Jungkook saved our asses. And you,” He turns to the long-haired man, glaring at him. “Mind your fucking tone and language with us. We’re not fucking useless. Remember that we recruited you. Not the other way around. If anyone should be grateful to someone, it’s you. We’re the reason you’ll get out of this shit hole.”
Nobody says a word.
“It’s getting late. Let’s gather here tomorrow after our classes. Just go about your usual days until the drop. Don’t be suspicious,” The de facto leader reminds. “Jungkook, keep an eye out, okay? Don’t forget to check in on our little friend from time to time. Make sure she’s still breathing.” He smirks as he pats his shoulder on his way out.
Yoongi and Hoseok follow suit. Once Jungkook hears Namjoon driving off his – rather his aunt’s – property, he resigns to the sofa behind him. He buries his face into his hands. Five days. You’ll be stuck with him at the warehouse for five fucking days. Granted, he has classes to attend to, so he won’t be at home all day, but he’s sure you won’t leave his mind wherever he goes.
The phone in his hand buzzes and he stares at the new notification on the screen – a text message from an unknown number. Jungkook unlocks the phone, goes to the messaging app, and clicks on the new text.
avirgins1ut on tumblr if you wanna read some things tonight
“Fuck you, Namjoon,” Jungkook mutters under his breath. However, when he goes to his room, grabs his shitty phone and opens his data – he installs the app despite knowing it will consume almost all the remaining gigabytes he has left.
Jungkook lies down on his bed and creates his profile. He doesn’t bother customizing it, going straight to your blog which is all black and hot pink. Instantly, he’s drawn to your profile picture – a simple mirror shot of you hiding your bare chest with your arms, head tilt slightly to the side and a black panty covering your cunt. He swallows the lump in his throat as he scrolls down, reading your pinned post:
“Hey. You can call me Angel. I’m 23 years old. This blog is filled with all my fantasies and kinks, sometimes my nudes. Feel free to send me yours too.
My kinks: cnc, free use, somnophilia, spit, slapping, marking, choking, daddy, and more.
My favorite fantasies: rape play, kidnapped, kept as sex slave, knife/gun play, forced gangbang, and more – why don’t you help me unlock those? DMs and asks open for all your threats and nudes.
Update: already got myself a master/daddy. Asks and messages are off.”
As he scrolls further down your blog, Jungkook doesn’t even realize he already has his hand wrapped around his dick as he masturbates to your the latest fantasy you wrote albeit months ago.
I can’t stop masturbating to this dark fantasy of mine – being raped by someone so brutally after they kidnap me. How they would keep me chained to the bed, always naked so they can easily rape me whenever and however they want. They would mock me whenever I would tell them to stop (“You shouldn’t have worn those skirts if you didn’t want to be raped. But you did. So, this isn’t rape. You were clearly asking for this like some depraved filthy bitch in heat. You’re fucking loving this, don’t you? Isn’t this what you want?”) and choke me as they pound into my wet and clenching pussy relentlessly. They would slap and spit on my face, abusing my cunt for hours until I’m full of theirs and their friends’ cum whom they called to let them have a taste of their new toy.
They would rape me day in and out until my body gets so used to it that I start asking for it – crying and begging to be fucked. “Shh, angel, daddy’s going to fuck you, okay? Don’t cry.” Slowly, I would forget all my autonomy and identity, wholly submitting myself to them because I was never my own in the first place – I was always theirs.
“Fuck, Y/N!” His entire body shakes as he cums again. Jungkook can’t stop – he wants to read more, see more as you posted a picture of your cum covered cunt at the end of the post and he imagines it’s his. But he gets a notification that he is out of data and Jungkook slams his phone on his bed, frustrated beyond bounds. He is still hard. He still wants to see more of you, read more of your fantasies.
Namjoon’s words echo in his mind. I bet she’s fucking wet right now at the thought, at the anticipation that one of us or all of us are going to have our ways with her. I bet she’s aching to be touched. I bet she wants you to rape her, Jungkook. So, why not just do it?”
And before he knows it – he is standing across from your limp body. You’re still unconscious – sack over your head, tied and bound on the metal chair. Jungkook walks towards you, gently touching your shoulders to see if you would react but you don’t. He bites his lower lip as his eyes fall on your naked chest. He reaches down to trace its curves before ultimately cupping one breast in hand, fondling, squeezing, twisting the nipple and pinching it. No response.
He begins to stroke himself as he continues to fondle your breasts. This is wrong, but why does it feel so good?
“F-Fucking slut, you’re asking for this,” Jungkook hisses through his teeth. He’s not going to last any longer – not when those perky nipples are so inviting and moments later, he cums all over tits. He’s panting, an exhilarating feeling he hasn’t felt before rising within him as he stares at your cum covered chest. He swallows, breathing heavily. Should he stop now or keep going? He doesn’t have data anymore, but he does have the real thing right in front of him. But you twitch and he jumps in surprise. Suddenly, the realization of his actions washes upon him. He feels a coil in his stomach. What has he done? He scrambles out of the room and dash straight to the bathroom where he extensively washes his hand and splashes cold water on his face. Then, he throws himself on his thin mattress, staring at the ceiling as he pants. Namjoon is right – he’s just as fucked up as they are.
CHAPTER 3 is coming soon.
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DEAD KIDS ✦ Chapter 2
SUMMARY: A group of university students kidnaps their rich batchmate for ransom. However, things take a darker turn when the new recruit grows a dangerous obsession with the captive and all hell breaks loose.
PAIRING: Jungkook x Fem!Reader
GENRE: Slow burn Yandere, Crime AU
WARNINGS: Not suitable for audiences below 18. Please do not engage with the story if you are underage. WATCH OUT FOR: dark and morally corrupt characters, foul language, mention of Catholicism, slut shaming and objectification of women, mention of inappropriate relationship between professor/student, mentions and depiction of “rape” and “rape fantasy” throughout the story, masturbation, threats, MC has an NSFW blog with hard kinks and fantasies, non consensual touching. Overall, this is a disturbing chapter – based on my standards – so if you are not comfortable with these topics, do not proceed. Inspired by the film, Dead Kids (2019).
TAGLIST: @hopeworldsupremacy @aliajomarie011 @ackercute @tatumrileyslover @ane102 @jjk174 @dontcallmeelle @merrygo1427 @taekritimin123 @r1r111 @gguksfilter @coralmusicblaze
If I didn’t tag you – either your blog doesn’t exist according to Tumblr or because you did not show your age in your blog. Thank you!
ANDI: I send my love to the beautiful souls who sent me asks about Dead Kids as well as these equally beautiful souls – @.taekritimin123 @.hellbornsworld @.tinytangerineangel @.namjesusdaughter – for commenting on Chapter 1. I cannot express just how much I appreciate your words. I would have tagged you directly, but I wasn’t sure if you would want that. But I wanted to show my appreciation.
WORD COUNT: 3K
“Why did you really want to take her?” Jungkook asks Namjoon as they sit and eat the ramen he cooked around the living area. Beside him, Yoongi and Hoseok are fast asleep, the latter clutching onto the former’s arm like it’s his plushie while the former has his head thrown against the headrest.
Namjoon, who is seated on the other makeshift sofa, gulps down the soup from his ramen before letting out a satisfied sigh and wipes his mouth with the back of his mouth. “How many times do we have to say that we kidnapped Y/N for ransom?”
“I’m not stupid, Namjoon,” Jungkook says. “We’re already tied to this shit until the ransom drop. The least you can do is be upfront on why you did this in the first place. I’m not taking a bullet for you or anyone.”
The buzz-cut haired man leans his back against the sofa, which unlike his premium one, is built from scratch by Jungkook using old wood and cases of beers around the warehouse. He gazes at Jungkook for a while, studying him while swimming in his own thoughts. The tattooed man wonders if Namjoon is contemplating telling him the truth. He wonders if the two sleeping men beside him also knew the truth.
They claim to have been friends since the fourth grade, but does time really make you know a person inside out?
“My father didn’t used to be the way he is now – corrupt. Growing up, I looked up to him because of how honest and upstanding he was as a cop. I knew he did some off-the-books shit, but he still had a moral compass, still had lines he didn’t cross. But then he met Y/N’s father, Kim Seokjin, when I was ten. Suddenly, everything changed,” Namjoon narrates, letting out a scoff as he shakes his head and rubs his palms on his baggy jeans. “He went from being a great husband and father to my mother and I to a complete asshole. We didn’t have religion but after meeting Kim Seokjin, we were suddenly Catholics, attending church with his family every Sunday. I was baptized and Kim Seokjin became my godfather. But the worst part was seeing him erase all the lines he drew and swore never to cross when he began to use his position as a detective and then eventually sergeant to now the chief of the entire police force in Seoul to protect Kim Seokjin and his criminal empire.”
Jungkook inhales deeply. “So, kidnapping Y/N is you taking on revenge against Kim Seokjin for corrupting your father? It is personal. It’s never about the money?”
“Of course, the money is important and integral to the plan. But yes, you are correct – I want to avenge my father from Kim Seokjin by hitting him where I know it will hurt the most: his only daughter, Y/N.”
“You promised that we are not going to hurt her,” Jungkook counters immediately.
Namjoon doesn’t say anything.
“Namjoon,” Jungkook clicks his tongue. “If you do that – what makes you different than Kim Seokjin?”
“Why are you so protective of her?” Namjoon asks pointedly. “What? Just because she gave you a boner, you’re suddenly fucking in love with her? Don’t think I didn’t notice. We all did. Yoongi is right – drop the morally upright act, Jeon. You’re just as demented as we are. The moment you agreed to this plan, you’re just as fucked up.”
The sudden call out makes Jungkook turn crimson and Namjoon smirks, placing his leg over the other. “Don’t worry – unlike you, I don’t judge people. To each our own. If shit like that turns you on, then that’s on you. Why don’t you take the opportunity to act on it?”
His eyes widen, shocked and disgusted. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
Jungkook knows exactly what Namjoon is talking about, but he is completely aghast at the insinuation.
The de facto leader only widens his smirk, pulling out his packet of cigarettes and lighter from the front pocket of his large, oversized coat. “You know what I’m talking about, Jeon. A pretty naked girl tied to a chair in your warehouse – it’s perfectly normal to feel aroused by such sight. We won’t judge you if you just get it over and done with.”
“You’re more than fucked up,” Jungkook hisses, face flushed and veins popping out on his neck. “I’m not going to fucking touch her.”
Namjoon lights the cigarette in between his lips. Then, he inhales, and smoke leaves his lips as he replies, “Why not? Y/N is a dirty slut who fucks her married professor with kids her age after church and dinner every Sunday night and more – I bet you all my cut that she’s not going to resist you because she’s probably into fucking someone having their own way with her. No, in fact, I can tell you she’s going to enjoy it.”
Jungkook feels hot. Images of your naked trembling body and whimpering pleas filling his mind and ears.
“She has a blog, you know? A secret blog where she writes these fantasies and kinks she has. Posts her nudes on there too. Do you wanna know what is one fantasy she keeps on writing about?”
“No, I really don’t,” Jungkook says through gritted teeth.
“It’s a rape fantasy, Jungkook. What a fucking dirty slut she is, right? I bet she’s fucking wet right now at the thought, at the anticipation that one of us or all of us are going to have our ways with her. I bet she’s aching to be touched. I bet she wants you to rape her, Jungkook. So, why not just do it?”
He stands up in a jolt, hitting his knee on the makeshift table he made from old tires and steel roof and stammering some excuse that he needs to go the bathroom or air – he can’t remember. Jungkook finds himself in his room, back pressed against the door. His shirt sticks to his skin because of the sweat, and he takes it off, leaving it discarded on the floor. Namjoon’s words mixed with the flashing images of your perky nipples, smooth skin, sound of your whimpers, pleas, your smell – it makes him hard. Harder than he’s ever been.
Before he knows it, Jungkook is unbuttoning his jeans, pulling it down along with his boxers, his erection springing free. He spits on his palm before he begins stroking his length, shuddering at the touch, making his mouth dry. He presses the back of his head against the door, eyes closed as he imagines you on your knees – like you were with the professor – those lips around his shaft, head bobbing as you suck him dry. He imagines hearing your moans, imagines his dick hitting the back of your throat as you go deeper and beg him to fuck your mouth like a whore. Jungkook’s stroking himself faster. He imagines hearing you gag as he fucks your mouth, not stopping even when you’re clearly suffocating. Then, he cums, toes curling and a guttural groan escaping his lips.
As he comes back from his high, Jungkook stares at the white sticky substance covering his hand and cock. He just jerked off to you, a girl they kidnapped, and he knows it won’t be the last time.
“Where the fuck have you been?” Yoongi hisses at him the moment he comes back from his room, showered and changed into more comfortable clothes.
Jungkook deliberately ignores the stare of Namjoon and flops on the seat beside Hoseok who is eating the remaining ramen. “Why the fuck do you care?”
“I’m going to punch this kid, I swear to God,” Yoongi grumbles, rolling his eyes. “We’re making the ransom call, you dumb fuck. Or rather, you are.”
Jungkook furrows his brows. “What? Why me?”
“Every one of us here has already encountered Y/N’s father at least once. The man remembers everyone he encounters. You’re the only exception,” Namjoon explains as he hands you a black phone. “It’s a burner phone, untraceable. I took it from my dad. And this is what you’re going to say – make sure you sound intimidating at least. Put it on speaker too.”
Namjoon places his phone on the makeshift table and Jungkook clicks his tongue. “The deal was you only use my warehouse. So far, you got me doing far more than that.”
“Do you want 25 million or not?” Yoongi asks, crossing his arms over his chest. “Cos if you do, you better start calling Kim Seokjin.”
I’m going to punch you soon, Jungkook tells himself before he unlocks the phone and goes to the contact list where Kim Seokjin’s name is the only one listed. He takes a deep breath, going over the script on Namjoon’s phone before clicking on the contact and putting the call on speaker. The ringing sound echoes throughout the warehouse. The tension is palpable again, like it was back in the car earlier that night.
After a few more rings, Kim Seokjin’s voice fills the warehouse. It’s light but a hint of roughness and irritation is noticeable right away.
“Who is this?”
Jungkook licks his lips as he read the script in front of him. “We have your daughter. If you want to see her alive, prepare 100 million won and bring it to 2020 this Friday night. Otherwise, the next time you’ll see her is on the news, dead.”
Hoseok covers his mouth to keep himself from laughing while Yoongi stares hard at the phone. Namjoon, on the other hand, is relaxed on his seat, smoking.
“You sound young, boy,” Seokjin remarks. “You are not the first person to call me in the middle of the night asking for ransom. Do you really have any idea what you’re doing?”
Namjoon motions for him to repeat what he just said.
“If you want to see her alive, prepare 100 mill—,”
“Don’t you think I would be able to find my daughter faster than you could ever imagine? Do you know who you’re talking to?”
That triggers Jungkook. He’s been hearing that question – that discrimination his entire life and he’s sick of it. He’s fucking sick of it.
“I don’t give a fuck who you are. Either you give us 100 million in exchange for your whore of a daughter or I will personally make you watch as we do everything we want with her, make you watch as she begs you to make it stop, make you listen as she takes her last breath before I fucking slit her throat so deep her head nearly decapitates. You have until Friday night – and you better make sure the police don’t get involved. Don’t fucking ask me who the fuck you are again.”
He ends the call, gripping the phone tightly.
“What the fuck was that? Why the hell didn’t you stick to the script?! Are you trying to get us all a one way ticket to prison?!” Yoongi exclaims.
“Did you not hear what he’s saying? He caught on that we are fucking amateurs. I saved our asses – you should be fucking grateful,” Jungkook snaps, clenching his jaw. “If you didn’t want me to do the call, maybe the three of you should have done it yourselves. Fucking useless bastards.”
“Hey! What did you say?” Hoseok stands, pushing Jungkook by placing his hands on his chest. “Who are you calling useless, huh?”
“Who do you think?” He scoffs.
“Let’s fucking kill this son of a bitch, Hobi.”
“Gladly.”
“Enough,” Namjoon says sternly. “No one is going to kill anyone. Not amongst ourselves. What Jungkook did is right, Yoongi. Jungkook saved our asses. And you,” He turns to the long-haired man, glaring at him. “Mind your fucking tone and language with us. We’re not fucking useless. Remember that we recruited you. Not the other way around. If anyone should be grateful to someone, it’s you. We’re the reason you’ll get out of this shit hole.”
Nobody says a word.
“It’s getting late. Let’s gather here tomorrow after our classes. Just go about your usual days until the drop. Don’t be suspicious,” The de facto leader reminds. “Jungkook, keep an eye out, okay? Don’t forget to check in on our little friend from time to time. Make sure she’s still breathing.” He smirks as he pats his shoulder on his way out.
Yoongi and Hoseok follow suit. Once Jungkook hears Namjoon driving off his – rather his aunt’s – property, he resigns to the sofa behind him. He buries his face into his hands. Five days. You’ll be stuck with him at the warehouse for five fucking days. Granted, he has classes to attend to, so he won’t be at home all day, but he’s sure you won’t leave his mind wherever he goes.
The phone in his hand buzzes and he stares at the new notification on the screen – a text message from an unknown number. Jungkook unlocks the phone, goes to the messaging app, and clicks on the new text.
avirgins1ut on tumblr if you wanna read some things tonight
“Fuck you, Namjoon,” Jungkook mutters under his breath. However, when he goes to his room, grabs his shitty phone and opens his data – he installs the app despite knowing it will consume almost all the remaining gigabytes he has left.
Jungkook lies down on his bed and creates his profile. He doesn’t bother customizing it, going straight to your blog which is all black and hot pink. Instantly, he’s drawn to your profile picture – a simple mirror shot of you hiding your bare chest with your arms, head tilt slightly to the side and a black panty covering your cunt. He swallows the lump in his throat as he scrolls down, reading your pinned post:
“Hey. You can call me Angel. I’m 23 years old. This blog is filled with all my fantasies and kinks, sometimes my nudes. Feel free to send me yours too.
My kinks: cnc, free use, somnophilia, spit, slapping, marking, choking, daddy, and more.
My favorite fantasies: rape play, kidnapped, kept as sex slave, knife/gun play, forced gangbang, and more – why don’t you help me unlock those? DMs and asks open for all your threats and nudes.
Update: already got myself a master/daddy. Asks and messages are off.”
As he scrolls further down your blog, Jungkook doesn’t even realize he already has his hand wrapped around his dick as he masturbates to your the latest fantasy you wrote albeit months ago.
I can’t stop masturbating to this dark fantasy of mine – being raped by someone so brutally after they kidnap me. How they would keep me chained to the bed, always naked so they can easily rape me whenever and however they want. They would mock me whenever I would tell them to stop (“You shouldn’t have worn those skirts if you didn’t want to be raped. But you did. So, this isn’t rape. You were clearly asking for this like some depraved filthy bitch in heat. You’re fucking loving this, don’t you? Isn’t this what you want?”) and choke me as they pound into my wet and clenching pussy relentlessly. They would slap and spit on my face, abusing my cunt for hours until I’m full of theirs and their friends’ cum whom they called to let them have a taste of their new toy.
They would rape me day in and out until my body gets so used to it that I start asking for it – crying and begging to be fucked. “Shh, angel, daddy’s going to fuck you, okay? Don’t cry.” Slowly, I would forget all my autonomy and identity, wholly submitting myself to them because I was never my own in the first place – I was always theirs.
“Fuck, Y/N!” His entire body shakes as he cums again. Jungkook can’t stop – he wants to read more, see more as you posted a picture of your cum covered cunt at the end of the post and he imagines it’s his. But he gets a notification that he is out of data and Jungkook slams his phone on his bed, frustrated beyond bounds. He is still hard. He still wants to see more of you, read more of your fantasies.
Namjoon’s words echo in his mind. I bet she’s fucking wet right now at the thought, at the anticipation that one of us or all of us are going to have our ways with her. I bet she’s aching to be touched. I bet she wants you to rape her, Jungkook. So, why not just do it?”
And before he knows it – he is standing across from your limp body. You’re still unconscious – sack over your head, tied and bound on the metal chair. Jungkook walks towards you, gently touching your shoulders to see if you would react but you don’t. He bites his lower lip as his eyes fall on your naked chest. He reaches down to trace its curves before ultimately cupping one breast in hand, fondling, squeezing, twisting the nipple and pinching it. No response.
He begins to stroke himself as he continues to fondle your breasts. This is wrong, but why does it feel so good?
“F-Fucking slut, you’re asking for this,” Jungkook hisses through his teeth. He’s not going to last any longer – not when those perky nipples are so inviting and moments later, he cums all over tits. He’s panting, an exhilarating feeling he hasn’t felt before rising within him as he stares at your cum covered chest. He swallows, breathing heavily. Should he stop now or keep going? He doesn’t have data anymore, but he does have the real thing right in front of him. But you twitch and he jumps in surprise. Suddenly, the realization of his actions washes upon him. He feels a coil in his stomach. What has he done? He scrambles out of the room and dash straight to the bathroom where he extensively washes his hand and splashes cold water on his face. Then, he throws himself on his thin mattress, staring at the ceiling as he pants. Namjoon is right – he’s just as fucked up as they are.
CHAPTER 3 is coming soon.
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DEAD KIDS ✦ Chapter 2
SUMMARY: A group of university students kidnaps their rich batchmate for ransom. However, things take a darker turn when the new recruit grows a dangerous obsession with the captive and all hell breaks loose.
PAIRING: Jungkook x Fem!Reader
GENRE: Slow burn Yandere, Crime AU
WARNINGS: Not suitable for audiences below 18. Please do not engage with the story if you are underage. WATCH OUT FOR: dark and morally corrupt characters, foul language, mention of Catholicism, slut shaming and objectification of women, mention of inappropriate relationship between professor/student, mentions and depiction of “rape” and “rape fantasy” throughout the story, masturbation, threats, MC has an NSFW blog with hard kinks and fantasies, non consensual touching. Overall, this is a disturbing chapter – based on my standards – so if you are not comfortable with these topics, do not proceed. Inspired by the film, Dead Kids (2019).
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“Why did you really want to take her?” Jungkook asks Namjoon as they sit and eat the ramen he cooked around the living area. Beside him, Yoongi and Hoseok are fast asleep, the latter clutching onto the former’s arm like it’s his plushie while the former has his head thrown against the headrest.
Namjoon, who is seated on the other makeshift sofa, gulps down the soup from his ramen before letting out a satisfied sigh and wipes his mouth with the back of his mouth. “How many times do we have to say that we kidnapped Y/N for ransom?”
“I’m not stupid, Namjoon,” Jungkook says. “We’re already tied to this shit until the ransom drop. The least you can do is be upfront on why you did this in the first place. I’m not taking a bullet for you or anyone.”
The buzz-cut haired man leans his back against the sofa, which unlike his premium one, is built from scratch by Jungkook using old wood and cases of beers around the warehouse. He gazes at Jungkook for a while, studying him while swimming in his own thoughts. The tattooed man wonders if Namjoon is contemplating telling him the truth. He wonders if the two sleeping men beside him also knew the truth.
They claim to have been friends since the fourth grade, but does time really make you know a person inside out?
“My father didn’t used to be the way he is now – corrupt. Growing up, I looked up to him because of how honest and upstanding he was as a cop. I knew he did some off-the-books shit, but he still had a moral compass, still had lines he didn’t cross. But then he met Y/N’s father, Kim Seokjin, when I was ten. Suddenly, everything changed,” Namjoon narrates, letting out a scoff as he shakes his head and rubs his palms on his baggy jeans. “He went from being a great husband and father to my mother and I to a complete asshole. We didn’t have religion but after meeting Kim Seokjin, we were suddenly Catholics, attending church with his family every Sunday. I was baptized and Kim Seokjin became my godfather. But the worst part was seeing him erase all the lines he drew and swore never to cross when he began to use his position as a detective and then eventually sergeant to now the chief of the entire police force in Seoul to protect Kim Seokjin and his criminal empire.”
Jungkook inhales deeply. “So, kidnapping Y/N is you taking on revenge against Kim Seokjin for corrupting your father? It is personal. It’s never about the money?”
“Of course, the money is important and integral to the plan. But yes, you are correct – I want to avenge my father from Kim Seokjin by hitting him where I know it will hurt the most: his only daughter, Y/N.”
“You promised that we are not going to hurt her,” Jungkook counters immediately.
Namjoon doesn’t say anything.
“Namjoon,” Jungkook clicks his tongue. “If you do that – what makes you different than Kim Seokjin?”
“Why are you so protective of her?” Namjoon asks pointedly. “What? Just because she gave you a boner, you’re suddenly fucking in love with her? Don’t think I didn’t notice. We all did. Yoongi is right – drop the morally upright act, Jeon. You’re just as demented as we are. The moment you agreed to this plan, you’re just as fucked up.”
The sudden call out makes Jungkook turn crimson and Namjoon smirks, placing his leg over the other. “Don’t worry – unlike you, I don’t judge people. To each our own. If shit like that turns you on, then that’s on you. Why don’t you take the opportunity to act on it?”
His eyes widen, shocked and disgusted. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
Jungkook knows exactly what Namjoon is talking about, but he is completely aghast at the insinuation.
The de facto leader only widens his smirk, pulling out his packet of cigarettes and lighter from the front pocket of his large, oversized coat. “You know what I’m talking about, Jeon. A pretty naked girl tied to a chair in your warehouse – it’s perfectly normal to feel aroused by such sight. We won’t judge you if you just get it over and done with.”
“You’re more than fucked up,” Jungkook hisses, face flushed and veins popping out on his neck. “I’m not going to fucking touch her.”
Namjoon lights the cigarette in between his lips. Then, he inhales, and smoke leaves his lips as he replies, “Why not? Y/N is a dirty slut who fucks her married professor with kids her age after church and dinner every Sunday night and more – I bet you all my cut that she’s not going to resist you because she’s probably into fucking someone having their own way with her. No, in fact, I can tell you she’s going to enjoy it.”
Jungkook feels hot. Images of your naked trembling body and whimpering pleas filling his mind and ears.
“She has a blog, you know? A secret blog where she writes these fantasies and kinks she has. Posts her nudes on there too. Do you wanna know what is one fantasy she keeps on writing about?”
“No, I really don’t,” Jungkook says through gritted teeth.
“It’s a rape fantasy, Jungkook. What a fucking dirty slut she is, right? I bet she’s fucking wet right now at the thought, at the anticipation that one of us or all of us are going to have our ways with her. I bet she’s aching to be touched. I bet she wants you to rape her, Jungkook. So, why not just do it?”
He stands up in a jolt, hitting his knee on the makeshift table he made from old tires and steel roof and stammering some excuse that he needs to go the bathroom or air – he can’t remember. Jungkook finds himself in his room, back pressed against the door. His shirt sticks to his skin because of the sweat, and he takes it off, leaving it discarded on the floor. Namjoon’s words mixed with the flashing images of your perky nipples, smooth skin, sound of your whimpers, pleas, your smell – it makes him hard. Harder than he’s ever been.
Before he knows it, Jungkook is unbuttoning his jeans, pulling it down along with his boxers, his erection springing free. He spits on his palm before he begins stroking his length, shuddering at the touch, making his mouth dry. He presses the back of his head against the door, eyes closed as he imagines you on your knees – like you were with the professor – those lips around his shaft, head bobbing as you suck him dry. He imagines hearing your moans, imagines his dick hitting the back of your throat as you go deeper and beg him to fuck your mouth like a whore. Jungkook’s stroking himself faster. He imagines hearing you gag as he fucks your mouth, not stopping even when you’re clearly suffocating. Then, he cums, toes curling and a guttural groan escaping his lips.
As he comes back from his high, Jungkook stares at the white sticky substance covering his hand and cock. He just jerked off to you, a girl they kidnapped, and he knows it won’t be the last time.
“Where the fuck have you been?” Yoongi hisses at him the moment he comes back from his room, showered and changed into more comfortable clothes.
Jungkook deliberately ignores the stare of Namjoon and flops on the seat beside Hoseok who is eating the remaining ramen. “Why the fuck do you care?”
“I’m going to punch this kid, I swear to God,” Yoongi grumbles, rolling his eyes. “We’re making the ransom call, you dumb fuck. Or rather, you are.”
Jungkook furrows his brows. “What? Why me?”
“Every one of us here has already encountered Y/N’s father at least once. The man remembers everyone he encounters. You’re the only exception,” Namjoon explains as he hands you a black phone. “It’s a burner phone, untraceable. I took it from my dad. And this is what you’re going to say – make sure you sound intimidating at least. Put it on speaker too.”
Namjoon places his phone on the makeshift table and Jungkook clicks his tongue. “The deal was you only use my warehouse. So far, you got me doing far more than that.”
“Do you want 25 million or not?” Yoongi asks, crossing his arms over his chest. “Cos if you do, you better start calling Kim Seokjin.”
I’m going to punch you soon, Jungkook tells himself before he unlocks the phone and goes to the contact list where Kim Seokjin’s name is the only one listed. He takes a deep breath, going over the script on Namjoon’s phone before clicking on the contact and putting the call on speaker. The ringing sound echoes throughout the warehouse. The tension is palpable again, like it was back in the car earlier that night.
After a few more rings, Kim Seokjin’s voice fills the warehouse. It’s light but a hint of roughness and irritation is noticeable right away.
“Who is this?”
Jungkook licks his lips as he read the script in front of him. “We have your daughter. If you want to see her alive, prepare 100 million won and bring it to 2020 this Friday night. Otherwise, the next time you’ll see her is on the news, dead.”
Hoseok covers his mouth to keep himself from laughing while Yoongi stares hard at the phone. Namjoon, on the other hand, is relaxed on his seat, smoking.
“You sound young, boy,” Seokjin remarks. “You are not the first person to call me in the middle of the night asking for ransom. Do you really have any idea what you’re doing?”
Namjoon motions for him to repeat what he just said.
“If you want to see her alive, prepare 100 mill—,”
“Don’t you think I would be able to find my daughter faster than you could ever imagine? Do you know who you’re talking to?”
That triggers Jungkook. He’s been hearing that question – that discrimination his entire life and he’s sick of it. He’s fucking sick of it.
“I don’t give a fuck who you are. Either you give us 100 million in exchange for your whore of a daughter or I will personally make you watch as we do everything we want with her, make you watch as she begs you to make it stop, make you listen as she takes her last breath before I fucking slit her throat so deep her head nearly decapitates. You have until Friday night – and you better make sure the police don’t get involved. Don’t fucking ask me who the fuck you are again.”
He ends the call, gripping the phone tightly.
“What the fuck was that? Why the hell didn’t you stick to the script?! Are you trying to get us all a one way ticket to prison?!” Yoongi exclaims.
“Did you not hear what he’s saying? He caught on that we are fucking amateurs. I saved our asses – you should be fucking grateful,” Jungkook snaps, clenching his jaw. “If you didn’t want me to do the call, maybe the three of you should have done it yourselves. Fucking useless bastards.”
“Hey! What did you say?” Hoseok stands, pushing Jungkook by placing his hands on his chest. “Who are you calling useless, huh?”
“Who do you think?” He scoffs.
“Let’s fucking kill this son of a bitch, Hobi.”
“Gladly.”
“Enough,” Namjoon says sternly. “No one is going to kill anyone. Not amongst ourselves. What Jungkook did is right, Yoongi. Jungkook saved our asses. And you,” He turns to the long-haired man, glaring at him. “Mind your fucking tone and language with us. We’re not fucking useless. Remember that we recruited you. Not the other way around. If anyone should be grateful to someone, it’s you. We’re the reason you’ll get out of this shit hole.”
Nobody says a word.
“It’s getting late. Let’s gather here tomorrow after our classes. Just go about your usual days until the drop. Don’t be suspicious,” The de facto leader reminds. “Jungkook, keep an eye out, okay? Don’t forget to check in on our little friend from time to time. Make sure she’s still breathing.” He smirks as he pats his shoulder on his way out.
Yoongi and Hoseok follow suit. Once Jungkook hears Namjoon driving off his – rather his aunt’s – property, he resigns to the sofa behind him. He buries his face into his hands. Five days. You’ll be stuck with him at the warehouse for five fucking days. Granted, he has classes to attend to, so he won’t be at home all day, but he’s sure you won’t leave his mind wherever he goes.
The phone in his hand buzzes and he stares at the new notification on the screen – a text message from an unknown number. Jungkook unlocks the phone, goes to the messaging app, and clicks on the new text.
avirgins1ut on tumblr if you wanna read some things tonight
“Fuck you, Namjoon,” Jungkook mutters under his breath. However, when he goes to his room, grabs his shitty phone and opens his data – he installs the app despite knowing it will consume almost all the remaining gigabytes he has left.
Jungkook lies down on his bed and creates his profile. He doesn’t bother customizing it, going straight to your blog which is all black and hot pink. Instantly, he’s drawn to your profile picture – a simple mirror shot of you hiding your bare chest with your arms, head tilt slightly to the side and a black panty covering your cunt. He swallows the lump in his throat as he scrolls down, reading your pinned post:
“Hey. You can call me Angel. I’m 23 years old. This blog is filled with all my fantasies and kinks, sometimes my nudes. Feel free to send me yours too.
My kinks: cnc, free use, somnophilia, spit, slapping, marking, choking, daddy, and more.
My favorite fantasies: rape play, kidnapped, kept as sex slave, knife/gun play, forced gangbang, and more – why don’t you help me unlock those? DMs and asks open for all your threats and nudes.
Update: already got myself a master/daddy. Asks and messages are off.”
As he scrolls further down your blog, Jungkook doesn’t even realize he already has his hand wrapped around his dick as he masturbates to your the latest fantasy you wrote albeit months ago.
I can’t stop masturbating to this dark fantasy of mine – being raped by someone so brutally after they kidnap me. How they would keep me chained to the bed, always naked so they can easily rape me whenever and however they want. They would mock me whenever I would tell them to stop (“You shouldn’t have worn those skirts if you didn’t want to be raped. But you did. So, this isn’t rape. You were clearly asking for this like some depraved filthy bitch in heat. You’re fucking loving this, don’t you? Isn’t this what you want?”) and choke me as they pound into my wet and clenching pussy relentlessly. They would slap and spit on my face, abusing my cunt for hours until I’m full of theirs and their friends’ cum whom they called to let them have a taste of their new toy.
They would rape me day in and out until my body gets so used to it that I start asking for it – crying and begging to be fucked. “Shh, angel, daddy’s going to fuck you, okay? Don’t cry.” Slowly, I would forget all my autonomy and identity, wholly submitting myself to them because I was never my own in the first place – I was always theirs.
“Fuck, Y/N!” His entire body shakes as he cums again. Jungkook can’t stop – he wants to read more, see more as you posted a picture of your cum covered cunt at the end of the post and he imagines it’s his. But he gets a notification that he is out of data and Jungkook slams his phone on his bed, frustrated beyond bounds. He is still hard. He still wants to see more of you, read more of your fantasies.
Namjoon’s words echo in his mind. I bet she’s fucking wet right now at the thought, at the anticipation that one of us or all of us are going to have our ways with her. I bet she’s aching to be touched. I bet she wants you to rape her, Jungkook. So, why not just do it?”
And before he knows it – he is standing across from your limp body. You’re still unconscious – sack over your head, tied and bound on the metal chair. Jungkook walks towards you, gently touching your shoulders to see if you would react but you don’t. He bites his lower lip as his eyes fall on your naked chest. He reaches down to trace its curves before ultimately cupping one breast in hand, fondling, squeezing, twisting the nipple and pinching it. No response.
He begins to stroke himself as he continues to fondle your breasts. This is wrong, but why does it feel so good?
“F-Fucking slut, you’re asking for this,” Jungkook hisses through his teeth. He’s not going to last any longer – not when those perky nipples are so inviting and moments later, he cums all over tits. He’s panting, an exhilarating feeling he hasn’t felt before rising within him as he stares at your cum covered chest. He swallows, breathing heavily. Should he stop now or keep going? He doesn’t have data anymore, but he does have the real thing right in front of him. But you twitch and he jumps in surprise. Suddenly, the realization of his actions washes upon him. He feels a coil in his stomach. What has he done? He scrambles out of the room and dash straight to the bathroom where he extensively washes his hand and splashes cold water on his face. Then, he throws himself on his thin mattress, staring at the ceiling as he pants. Namjoon is right – he’s just as fucked up as they are.
CHAPTER 3 is coming soon.
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Maknae reaction to when they find out s/o is equally obsessed with them.
TW! Mentions of stalking, kidnapping, murder, implied smut
This is a work of fiction and in no way represents the actual people involved.
Park Jimin
It was love at first sight.
Love was in the air and you were there. Just standing there so innocently, twirling your hair in one finger and biting the nail polish off the other. He remembered how a sense of euphoria just erupted as his big brown eyes traced off your delicate figure, how his heart was beating so hard with a sudden sense of longing.
He knew then what he knew now, you were meant to be his. And even now, as he observed the pictures on the walls, the paintings, the articles of clothing and more spread through and about the attic walls, floor, and ceiling like an altar dedicated to him and him alone, he knew you were his. Apparently, though, he was just as much yours as well.
Tracing a finger alongside the carefully placed photo of the two of you together hung on the wall, he felt that feeling again; longing.
“When I told you I wasn’t scared of you, I meant it.”
Your soft voice chimed in, sending a shiver to run up his spine. His puffy lips stuck out into a pout, large angelic eyes softening as he turned to face you, taking notice as you twirled your hair nervously in one finger and ever so lightly biting your nails on the other. Wrinkles of worry adorned the face he spent nights picturing and fantasizing about.
Making his way towards you, each step so soft you would not have noticed them if you weren’t looking at him, Jimin brought his hand to cup your face.
The warmth that spread across your cold cheek made you lean into his touch as he held you like his most prized possession.
“I’m all yours…”
Kim Taehyung
The throbbing at the back of his head just wouldn’t go away. Neither would the mental image of you knocking him out with a crowbar after he found your secret folder on your computer labeled “T”. If he knew you carried such a nasty hit he would have probably bothered being much more careful about snooping around then maybe he wouldn’t be chained up in your basement like some sort of animal.
However, he won’t lie about the thrill that shot its way through his spine as he found out about his situation. As he noticed that despite being chained to a wall, you still took it upon yourself to pamper him and bandage the wound left on his head, dressing him in fine silk so his skin wouldn’t bruise against the cold rusted metal of the chains. You hit him yet you still babied him. In a sense, it felt ironic. That it was him going through this instead of the other way around.
His head snapped up and towards the door opening, revealing your figure standing in the middle of the entrance, tray of freshly cooked food on hand while a warm smile spread across your lips at the sight of him patiently waiting for you like a good boy.
“Morning, sleep head. Had a good rest?”
“Hmm.. maybe if I wasn’t chained up I could say yes.”
Cooing softly at his small pout, you made your way towards him placing the tray by his feet. Kneeling down, you watched as he reached for the tray, observing its contents.
He knew you were waiting for a reaction from him. A sign of him being displeased, ready for him to explode and demand for his freedom. No, instead he will eat the food you so kindly made for him and he will have a shit eating grin on his face as he enjoyed the love you poured into your cooking.
“So, what now, Love?”
Jeon Jungkook
If he wasn’t in love before, he sure as hell was now.
As he watched the blood drip from your hands, knife in hand as that bitch that dared come between you two laid motionless on the ground. You are standing above her, yet, you never once looked at her. How could you? After all, you were too caught up looking at him as he just stared into your eyes with such love and adoration. As if his whole world was displayed before him.
And it was, for you were his whole word and more.
“Jungkook…?”
With a lick of his lips, he approached you, not caring if he was stepping on the blood of some girl he never bothered learning the name of, not caring if you were covered in her blood. He just wanted to feel you, have you against him, to be one with you.
His sudden advance made you drop the knife as you felt his lips crash into yours, nipping and biting your lips as his teeth clashed against yours. Hungerly devouring your whimpers, his hands gripping your hips, pressing himself flush against you.
This reaction was not one you anticipated, you expected him to be scared. To scream! In fact, you were ready to give him a speech to redeem the situation but this… well you can’t complain about this now can you?
Not when his hand has you firmly in place as his hips grind and press against your own, lips bruising and claiming your lips like you were his last meal on earth.
If anything this outcome was better.
For the both of you.
Hyung Ver.
Updated: 11/10/22
Kiss it Off Me - Jjk/Pjm - (M)
→ pairing | Jeon Jungkook x Reader , Park Jimin x Reader → genre | high school au!, smut, angst, bad boy jungkook → word count | 7,921 → summary | Jimin is a player on the school baseball team, you are his girl. Jungkook wants you to be his. → warnings | oral sex, Adult content, Violence, alcoholic beverages, low slang words,
The first time he saw you was when he was walking down the school corridor and he watched a girl in jeans overalls and a ponytail coming down the stairs with two other girls and three guys. You hugged a history book in you arms and laughed at something that one of the girls had said. Jungkook had been studying there since the first year of high school, but he never saw you in any of the school corridors, you probably should be a new student.
The second time was in history class, where you sat at the first table in the row by the window and for some reason he was unable to take his eyes off you for the rest of the class. In the canteen you sat with the same people who were with you the first time he had seen you, laughing at the jokes that the boys told and he for no apparent reason was jealous of them making you smile.
At the end of class, he saw you waiting for the bus and didn't leave until you boarded it.
The next day, the same thing happened. You were wearing jeans and boots, your hair was still tied up, and you were carrying the same history book when he saw you again, this time he was leaving the library, with one of those boys following you, with his arm around your shoulders. Jungkook felt envy, jealousy, he wanted to be that guy.
The next week, he was even more confused by the way you acted around your friends and when you were away from them. You were like him, you didn't smile and you didn't interact when you were out of your bubble. You were interesting to him, and he had never hesitated to approach someone he found interesting, but this time it was different, he wanted to observe you a little more, wanted to get to know you more, before finally approaching.
"Are you sure you don't want to come with us?" Jimin asked you as soon as they left the cafeteria. It was almost nine o'clock at night and they had just had a dinner with friends. Now they wanted to go to a party at the home of one of their schoolmates, but you would rather go home and watch a movie on Netflix instead of going to get drunk like all teenagers your age did. It had been a few months since you arrived in that city and this would be the first weekend that you would not let them drag you into some mess.
“I do. See you Monday at school." You then waved at them as they got in the car, and took the cell phone out of your jacket pocket to call for a taxi.
Across the street, Jungkook and two of his friends were walking, both with beer bottles in their hands, making fun of each other when he spotted you standing on the sidewalk, with your eyes on your cell phone. You wore a white skirt, sneakers of the same color and a black shirt. You were also wearing a school baseball team jacket and a peach baseball cap, after all, you were hanging out with two of the school team players, so using their stuff was like a law for anyone who was a friend of the team. Something popped inside him and before he could control himself, he was crossing the street towards you while the other two boys looked at each other in confusion, until finally seeing you there. They knew that since you stepped in that school, Jungkook had developed an unexplainable attraction to you.
“Hey” you looked up from your phone screen when you heard a voice. When you looked in the direction that that voice was coming from, you were surprised to see the boy with long black hair, crossing the street and running towards you. You knew who he was, one of the rebellious and socially excluded boys from school, the boy who only hung out with two guys and never spoke in any class. You had already seen him jump over the school walls to skip classes, sometimes you saw him under the bleachers in physical education classes smoking with his friends, you had heard his laugh when he laughed at some student in the hallways, but you never really heard his voice, because you never came closer enough to him to be able to hear him. He wore a black tee, on top of it a long-sleeved checkered shirt in black, White and gray and on top of a black leather jacket. His black pants were baggy and had boots on his feet. Your friends were pretty, Jimin, the boy you kissed sometimes was handsome , but he, no one would ever be as handsome as he was. "Hi." He said as soon as he approached, stopping in front of you, far enough not to invade your personal space, but close enough to get you drunk on the perfume he wore. And his voice was as stunning as he was. “You are (Y/N), right? We study together."
"Hm, yes." You answered uncertainly, never imagining that he would know who you were. You were silent then, he staring at you and you feeling embarrassed, trying not to look into his eyes that seemed to undress you. Soon you saw the other two boys who were dressed in clothes similar to Jungkook's, who were across the street, whispering something to each other and laughing. When they realized you were looking at them, they waved and you just shook your head in greeting.
"Why are you here alone?" He asked and you turned your attention to him who was looking at you now curious. "Did your baseball team boyfriend and the other two super powerful girls leave you behind?" He asked you through a chuckle. Anyone with the slightest intelligence would understand the irony he was using in those words, and you frowned, biting the corner of your cheek, trying to understand the reason for the irony. Did he have a problem with your friends?
“Actually, I was with them, but they wanted to go to a party and I preferred to stay and call a taxi to go home. And Jimin is not my boyfriend.” And you could have sworn you saw the beginning of a smile appear on his lips before he spoke again.
"Oh yeah? And does he know that?” He taunted, biting his lip before taking a sip from the beer bottle in his hand, without taking his eyes off you. You were never good at reading signs or understanding people, but at that moment he seemed to be flirting with you and just thinking about it, you felt like there were butterflies in your stomach.
"I hope he knows, or he will end up with a broken heart." And you bit your tongue, looking away from him for a moment. Jungkook exhaled and then smile, content with the answer.
"I would let you break my heart if you want to."You couldn't hide the surprise on your face when you heard those words coming out of his mouth, your insides twitched, your body shivered and a silly smile appeared on your lips, forcing you to lower your head, and use your hands to hide your face that was starting to burn. Jungkook smiled like a child when he realized that his line had supposedly worked, and finished drinking his beer, throwing the bottle into a trash can that was not far from where you two were.
“Hey Jungkook.” Taehyung shouted across the street, waving at his friend, making both him and you look at them. "Are you coming or not?" Jungkook just waved at them, asking them to wait a minute before turning his attention back to you who now looked at him with an innocent look that honestly was fucking sexy.
"We're going to my apartment, let's eat junk food, listen to some music and have a few beers. Want to come?" And again you were taken by surprise. First he was shameless flirting with you and now he was asking you out?
"Like a date?"
"Do you want it to be a date?" He questioned again teasingly. You rolled your eyes and laughed. He seemed to be willing to make you blush every second.
"You are not one of those crazy people who try to seduce innocent girls and lead them into a trap where they will be doped and transported to Turkey to be sold as sex slaves, right?" His eyes widened and he jerked back, blinking and looking at you like you were crazy before laughing and shaking his head in denial.
"Unlike my reputation, I am not an animal, at least not with those who don’t desserve it." He replied. "So?"
You took a deep breath. It wasn't every day that one of the most beautiful and mysterious boys you had ever met in life called you out with his friends. In fact, you didn't know anyone who had ever gone out with him and the other two guys and was always curious to know how bad boys acted out of other people's eyes. Ignoring the sermons and curses your friends would address you when they found out you were going home with Jeon Jungkook, you nodded your head in agreement.
"If you buy me a milkshake, I'm in." You shrugged and he smiled, showing his perfectly straight, white teeth, before running towards the diner behind you and returning minutes later with a glass of vanilla milkshake. So the two of you crossed the street, towards the other boys who greeted you and thus proceeded towards the apartment where he lived.You didn't expect them to be so much fun in the way they were showing off.
Nor did you expect him to live alone in an apartment in the suburbs of the city.
“I didn't know you lived alone.” In fact, I know almost nothing about you. You wanted to add, but left the comment only in your mind. As soon as you entered the living room door, already throwing yourself on the sofa that was leaning against the wall under the window facing the street, you observed the place, it didn't seem to be a very big place, the room was combined with the kitchen , were divided by kitchen counter and had only a small corridor that led to three doors and one of them was the bathroom, at the very end of the hallway.
"I share the apartment with Taehyung.” He said walking to the white refrigerator and taking three bottles of beer from there, throwing one for each friend and sitting beside you on the sofa, putting his feet on the coffee table.
"And did your parents accept it?" You asked with a frown and Hoseok, who was sitting in an armchair, not far from you, laughed and took a sip of his drink.
"It was either that or keep coming home after every business trip and finding drunk and drugged teenagers passed out in the corners of the house at six in the morning."
"Yah, you were the one who distributed the drugs at our parties, it's all your fault." Taehyung said laughing, sitting on the floor across the coffee table, and throwing a pillow at Hoseok. “But tell me... (Y/N), what's with the uniform? Does your boyfriend make you use this to mark territory?” He mocked and you looked at him offended.
"He is not my boyfriend." You answered with a frown. “And I am not an object to be marked as someone's property. I just like to wear it because it is warm and the cap is stylish.”
"If you're only wearing this because it's warm, then you should be wearing it." Jungkook said leaving the beer bottle on the coffee table, taking off the leather jacket he was wearing and holding it out to you who looked at him as if asking what he was doing. "Wear that, it's warm and stylish." You laughed and nodded, taking off your jacket and wearing Jungkook's. "Now take this off, it's ridiculous." He took the cap off your head and tossed it in a corner of the room.
“Wah, look at the preppy girl. Now you look like one of us.” Hoseok joked and you glared at him.
"I am not a 'preppy girl'."
“Come on, you are Miss Pristine, we are the drugged punks, and life goes on. Who wants pizza?”
You met a side of them that you didn't really think existed, they were like any boy your age, they were full of life, they were more ironic than normal, and they cursed more than they should, but they seemed to be a lot nicer than the rest of the boys at your school. Jungkook was being incredibly sweet to you, you didn't want to get drunk like they were doing, so he ordered some cans of soda at the same restaurant where they ordered the pizza, so you had something to drink while they talked. Unlike Jimin, he hadn't put his hands on you at any time, and even though he made it crystal clear that he was interested in you, he hadn't made a move against you. He was being very respectful.
You didn't even see the time go by, you had so much fun laughing at the stories and jokes that the boys told you that when you looked at the time on your cell phone, you got scared when you were shocked to realize it was two in the morning. There were messages and missed calls from Jimin and your friends. When you told Jeon you needed to leave, he sighed in defeat and his friends started making fun of him saying that he was in love and that he would probably cry in the bathroom after he took you home.
“You mean really cry or crying with his dick out?” And that was enough to make Hoseok throw himself in the armchair laughing out loud, Taehyung spat his own drink and Jungkook started to laugh, using one hand to hide his face embaressed with your sentence. You were less innocent than they thought.
The way home was filled with laughter and you singing the entire discography of The Neighborhood. When he stopped in front of your house, he turned off the engine and turned the music down. You looked at each other. His eyes alternated between your eyes and your mouth, and he finally had the courage to move his torso towards you, slowly, letting you watch his movements and stop him if you wanted him to stop, but you didn't. You let him approach you and finally touch your lips with his.
You stayed a few seconds like that, your whole body trembling, until finally you pressed your lips against his, and opened your mouth a little, letting his tongue slide against yours.
The first kiss was quiet, you could hear him breathing hard, almost like he wanted to control himself. His hand, which was on your cheek, slid towards the back of your neck, his fingers digging into your hair and pulling it lightly, making you moan between his lips, which triggered something inside him, making him deepen the kiss that was now full of lust and desire.
"You taste so good." He whispered, biting your lip and pulling, before kissing again, taking a hand to your waist, squeezing it, with the intention of pulling you into his lap, but you stopped him, breaking the kiss and moving your face away. He opened his eyes abruptly, bewildered, then his eyes turned away from you in disappointment, his jaw clenched, perhaps feeling guilty. He was obviously going too fast. "Sorry, I..."
"Do you want to come in?" You asked and it truly took you by surprise. His dark eyes lit up with lust and his pants, which were baggy and comfortable, were now causing him discomfort in his private parts. He raised an eyebrow, wondering if he had really heard what you said. "But we can't make any noise, my parents are at home."
"Apparently, I'm will have to gag you." He laughed and attacked your mouth again.
You were still wearing Jungkook's jacket, but you carried Jimin's cap and jacket in your hands. Upon entering your house, you did your best not to make a noise while walking up the stairs, you both took off your shoes, stepping on tiptoe, walking slowly down the hall until you entered your room. You locked the door behind you and left your shoes in the corner of the room. You put your cap on the dresser where you kept your lingerie, on top of some jewelry and some makeup products that you had used to get ready to go out with your friends. You threw Jimin's jacket into the closet, and finally looked at Jungkook who was sitting in your bed, his hands resting on the mattress as he watched you from head to toe.
"Do you know how beautiful you are?" He whispered with a frown, as you started to undress, taking off piece by piece, slowly, giving him a show, a show he always dreamed of seeing. And with every piece of clothing you dropped on the floor, he wondered in his mind if that was really true and not one of the erotic dreams he used to have about you.
When you took your hands back, opening your bra and letting it slide from your arms to the floor, Jungkook whispered a curse and moved uncomfortably in place, swallowing hard at the sight of your breasts. When your fingers reached for your red lace panties, he held his breath, watching you slowly push it down, sliding down your legs until you were completely naked. This was paradise for him.
Jeon stood up, he took off his plaid blouse and threw it on the floor before reaching the collar of his black blouse and pulling it up, without ceremony, showing his six pack, making you rub your thighs and bite your lips, getting even more anxious. When he finally brought his fingers to the waistband of his pants, you found yourself walking towards him and holding his hands, making him stop. Jungkook looked at your face, looking for any sign of hesitation or regret, but instead, he found excitement, lust. You knelt in front of him, holding the waistband of his pants and pulling it down, taking his underwear with it, your mouth starting to salivate at the sight of his hard, thick cock.
You held it, listening to a low murmur from Jeon who kept his eyes on you. You squeezed it lightly and moved your hand up and down, massaging him, while he bit his lip, stifling his moans. And when your lips touched the tip, Jungkook blew out of his lungs and watched how you sucked it, how you swallowed it, how you made it wet. He threw his head back with his eyes closed and one of his hands landed on your head, grabbing your hair, moving his hips towards your mouth in tune until he was fucking you throat causing you to choke for a few seconds, completely forgetting that if you made too much noise, your parents could wake up and he would be screwed.
“Fuck, babe. You're driving me crazy. ” He whispered hoarsely, looking down at you again, and the look in your eyes only made him even more hard. "Come here." He called to you with his hands and you stood up. Jungkook placed one hand on your waist and the other on your neck, squeezing lightly as he walked backwards, falling sitting on the bed. He broke the kiss and lay down on the bed, holding your waist and pulling you forward. Soon he had his head between your thighs and his tongue and lips in your pussy, you put your hands back, spreading them on his chest and he moved his hands up your belly until they were holding your breasts, massaging them while squeezing and pulling on your nipples.
The pressure he made with his tongue on you clit, using his lips to pinch it lightly, was making your core tighten and turn. The pleasure was unparalleled with anything else, it was inexplicable. Swallowing your moans, and controlling your muscles that were beginning to want to get out of control, you bit your lip and started to move your hips, grinding your pussy against his mouth. Jeon laughed and increased the speed and pressure of your tongue, which made you roll your eyes and arch your back. It was too much, if you didn't get out of there, your mouth would end up giving you away.
You patted his arm, as a sign for him to let go of your breasts, so you can get off him, but he didn’t obey, because instead of just letting go of your breasts, he dropped his hands up to your thighs, holding you over his mouth. At that moment you lost control of your breathing, panting violently and biting your lips hard, while he stimulated you with his tongue. He found it so sexy when you held your own breasts and threw your head back when you started to come.
"Fuck." You whispered, your body starting to shake when the hot pain reached its peak and you held his hands on your thigh, shaking your head in denial, with your eyes closed tightly, as he continued to overstimulate you. "Please. I can't do it anymore. I'm going to scream." Your voice was cut off and desperate.
When he finally released you, you fell on the bed next to him, curling and placing your face against the sheet, trying to control your spasms. Jeon got out of bed, grabbing his pants, reaching into his pocket and taking out a condom packet.
"Are you alright?" He whispered in your direction and you laughed in agreement. "Do you want to continue?"
"Yes please." You said with sensuality in your voice, and Jeon gasped, tearing the package with his teeth and placing it on his dick. You, on the other hand, watched him from the bed, lying with your back against the mattress. He climbed back onto the bed, and crawled until his hips were between your legs and his hands beside your head.
"Raise your arms, place them next to your head." He ordered and you obeyed. Then he held your hands, intertwining your fingers as he positioned himself and pushed into you. You opened your mouth to moan, but he went faster and kissed you, putting his tongue in your mouth and not letting you make a noise. Jeon started to move slowly, your thighs at his waist. His movements were slow, but deep, they were short but strong, they were intense, and with each thrust you tightened a little more around his cock. "Your pussy is so tight, babe. So soft around my cock." And he lowered his lips to your neck. You moaned as you felt him nibbling at your skin, biting your lips, as he moved slowly over you.
Before Jungkook you never thought you would be able to come while sex was so slow, but as soon as you felt your core tighten, you stuck your face in the curve of his neck. He laughed. He wanted to increase the speed, he wanted to pump hard into you, make you scream, but he couldn't, or your bed would make a lot of noise and in two seconds your father would be running after him with a knife down the street. But just being there, fucking you, feeling your body, listening to your whining and whispers, that was enough to take him to heaven.
"Fuck, I'm going to come." He growled. “Fuck babe.”
"You want to grab a coffee?" It was almost six in the morning when you asked Jeon. He had his arms around his waist and you had your head on his chest. You heard him laugh, his chest swaying with laughter.
“Yeah, why not? We are already awake.”
You spent Sunday together running around the city, and you didn't take out your cell phone for a second to talk to any of your friends, you didn't have time because your hands were always busy touring Jungkook's body just as his hands were on your body. At one point you found yourself together in the city arcade, doing a Just Dance competition, betting who would be the most embarrassed, and it was obviously you because Jungkook was a wonderful dancer.
At night you said goodbye with a kiss and agreed to meet at school the next day.
You didn't know what to do or how to tell your friends about it.
You were so tired from the weekend that you ended up waking up late, missing your first class at school. After being able to explain to the principal why you were late, using a lie of course, you entered the hallway of your locker seconds before the signal for the break signaling the end of the first period hit and the corridor was filled with students.
"Girl, where were you?" Selina, the brunette, asked, approaching with Ariela, the redhead. You snorted, stuffing your books into the closet, and and slamming the door closed, before turning to your friends.
"I lost the time. I didn't hear my alarm clock.”
"Did something happen?" Ariela asked a concerned face. "You look tense."
“Yeah, and where were you yesterday? We called you all day, Jimin almost had a heart attack wanting to talk to you, but we couldn't talk to you at all.” Selina asked and you swallowed. Should you tell them what happened between you and Jungkook? Would they judge you? Would they fight with you? Would they be mad at you? They were your friends after all, they wouldn't do that, right?
“Hey Miss Pristine.” Someone's voice caught your attention and as you turned towards that voice, you saw Hoseok and Taehyung walking down the hall, both had provocative smiles on their faces and looked at you. Oh boy. "Or should we call you Jeon Jungkook's New Girl?" Jung raised his eyebrow teasingly while Taehyung laughed pointing at the obvious features of surprise on your friends faces.
"See you at lunch." Taehyung said waving in your direction and hitting a high five with Hoseok while both continued to walk with style and calmly, as if they hadn't just dropped a time bomb in your hands. Slowly your friends turned towards you, all waiting for you to explain what had just happened, but even before you opened your mouth to say something the signal for the next class hit and you felt relieved.
"I'll explain later." You said it and practically ran up the stairs to the second floor where your class would take place, praying that you wouldn't clash with Jimin or any of your other friends, afraid that the gossip was already starting to spread. You knew you hadn't done anything wrong, but you still felt guilty. When entering the room, the tension completely left your shoulders when you looked at the back of the room and saw Jungkook sitting on the last desk, his arms resting on the table, he was wearing headphones and his cell phone was on top of his book.
When he felt that someone was looking at him, Jungkook looked up, his face lit up with a smile when he saw you. Something was wrong, why did you feel butterflies in your stomach every time you saw that smile? You composed yourself when you saw that some of the students there were looking strangely in your direction, because you were standing like a dead body right in front of the door, then you walked towards your table, which consequently was next to his.
As you sat down, you looked in his direction and nodded before opening your book. Jeon took off his headphones and placed them on the table before reaching for you and grabbing the bottom of your chair, pulling and dragging you close to him, causing you to widen your eyes and use one of the hands to hold the arm that was pulling you, not wanting to fall off the chair. The other students who were already in the room and those who were entering, looked confused at you as Jeon released the chair and used that same arm to hug you by the shoulders and kiss the corner of you mouth, making you blush.
"You're late. What's it? Did I make you too tired yesterday?” He demanded, whispering close to your ear, and you shivered all over.
"The other students are staring." You whispered and he laughed softly, taking a look around before grabbing your chin and making you look at him, who had a provocative look.
"Are you ashamed of me?"
"No, of course not, but... Look, I still haven't talked to my friends about what happened and not even Jimin..."
"I thought you said he wasn't your boyfriend." He countered, arching an eyebrow, his eyes darkening again and you didn't even notice when you held your breath. "If he is not your boyfriend, why do you have to explain yourself to him?" You opened your mouth to answer it, but the math teacher's voice caught your eye, and you moved your head, looking at the man in his late thirties placing his briefcase on the table in front of the class. "We can talk about this later." Jungkook's voice said and before you could even look at him, he took his hand back to the chair and pushed you back into place.
The class was tense, you had never been so nervous in the presence of someone, but it still wasn't a bad nervous, you didn't feel bad around him, just anxious. But eager for what? You didn't know. Maybe you were anxious to know that you have to talk to your friends about it, or because you didn't know what Jimin's reaction would be. Maybe you wanted to have sex again with Jungkook, or were you just anxious for him to say that what you had was just a joke and that he didn't want you anymore, so maybe you would have less problems, but obviously you would have less fun too. Not that your friends or Jimin were not fun, but with Jungkook was different.
When the bell for the third period rang, Jungkook was one of the first to get up to leave the room, but first he threw a piece of paper on your desk, marching out of the room without looking back. You raised your eyebrow and while you closed your book, you read what was written, unwittingly rubbing your thighs together.
'I can't stop thinking about the night I spent at your house. Every time I remember your cunt tightening around my cock, I get hard and completely crazy with desire. I am looking forward to the next time. '
"I am screwed." You whispered before you banged your head against your book.
In the next period, you were running around the football field in your physical education class. Ariela and Selina were at your side and made no effort to contain the shock on their faces when you finished telling them why you were gone on Sunday and why Jeon's friends were interacting with you.
"Okay, I congratulate you for having sex with one of the hottest guys in the world, but what the fuck did you have in mind to go alone to a place with them?" The brunette scolded you. "They could have drugged you and raped you."
"They are not animals, and if you want to know, I really had fun with them."
"Okay, but what about Jimin?" Ariela asked and you looked at her confused. "When he finds out that you cheated on him, in your bed, in your room, where he hasn't even entered yet, he'll freak out."
“I didn't cheat on Jimin. We're not even dating, it's not like I owe him an explanation.” You shrugged, continuing to run, starting to get upset about that subject. "Why does everyone think I date Jimin?"
“You’re always together, you always wear his baseball team jacket and the cap too. Not to mention that most of the breaks, or studies in the library, he was kissing you in front of everyone. So people figured it out.” Selina explained, stopping running and putting her hands on her knees, tired. So you decided to sit in the stands to get some rest. "But the million-dollar question is, is he good in bed?"
You laughed hiding your face in your hands before you agreed and they started asking for details.
After the bell rang, you went to the women's locker room to shower and change. All the girls finished off quickly and went to the canteen for lunch while you decided to spend some more time enjoying the hot water, since you weren't that hungry.
After finishing the bath, you wrapped the towel around your body and walked towards your locker. You could hear the locker room door being opened and closed soon after. Thinking it was probably just one of the girls, you didn't bother checking, just grabbed your clothes from the closet to get dressed, but you jumped back a few inches when Jungkook came into your view.
He carried a pretentious look and a malicious smile on his devilishly perfect face, and you automatically hugged your own body that was covered with the towel, trying to ignore how tempting he was. He, on the other hand, would never ignore the fact that you were irresistible with just that white towel covering you.
"Someone can catch you here." You said, clearing your throat, trying not to rub your thighs together for the thousandth time that day. He tipped his head slightly before propping himself up in one of the cabinets, without taking his eyes off you.
"Are you worried that they'll caught me in the women's locker room, or are you worried that they'll caught me with you?"
“Both? Either way, we're both going to get in trouble.” You sighed and Jeon smiled. Oh boy, he was up to something.
He pushed himself away from the locker, and started walking towards you, his eyes locked on yours, and with every step closer he was to you, the heavier your breathing became, until he was finally inches from your body, his hands on your face and his mouth brushing against yours.
“So I better make it worthwhile.”
And then he kissed you, a calm and sweet kiss, a deep kiss, making your desire for him intensify. You put your hands on his shoulders, until you were hugging him around the neck, It was so different with him, you felt like you could kiss him until your lips were hurt, you felt like you could, and wanted to kiss him forever.
“Let me make you forget that rich fuckboy.” He whispered, his teeth nibbling on your lip, while his hands went to your hips. You didn't say a word, just nodded. You couldn't resist him and it was still the second day since you started go out with him. You didn't even want to think about how you would be on all fours for him in the next few days. You would fall hard.
"You don't have to make me forget anyone." You had the courage to speak. Jungkook opened his eyes and stared into yours. "I can't stop thinking about you since yesterday."
"I'm glad we feel the same way." He whispered before picking ypu up and carrying you to the back of the locker room, placing you on the floor behind the last row of cabinets. He plucked the towel from your body, throwing it on the floor, before pushing you against the cold iron of one of the doors, making you moan, grabbing your face with one hand while the other tucked itself between your hair. "We don't have much time, so I'll just make you come and later, I'll fuck you, yeah?"
“Okay.”
You swallowed hard when he started to drag his lips across your skin, stopping for a moment on your nipples before licking your belly and finally kneeling in front of you. Jungkook kissed your thigh before placing it on his shoulder. He felt water in his mouth as he looked at how your pussy was already wet for him, and the urge he had to put you on your back and fuck you hard was almost unbearable.
When his lips came in contact with your swollen clit, you had to bite your hand to keep from groaning too loudly and ending up attracting the attention of any student who was passing through the locker room at the time. That was the most stupid and dangerous thing you had ever done. If you were caught, you would both be expelled, probably accused of indecent exposure and arrested, so you could say goodbye to your perfect grades and college. But on the other hand it was the most delicious thing you had ever done. The fear, the danger of being caught only made your lust increase and your libido soar, and Jungkook felt it in you, because you were dripping, twice as wet.
“Please Jungkook.” You whimpered, and he took his mouth off you for just a minute, enough for you to complain quietly, missing the touch of his tongue.
"Talk to me, babe. What do you want?"
"Please make me come." You murmured and if he hadn’t the jacket on, you would see the hairs on his muscular arms stand up with your hoarse, horny voice. At your request, Jungkook sucked your clit again, letting you hold his hair and control the speed at which he did it. His tongue circled your point, while his lips pressed it, sending signals and spasms to your body that became stronger and more intense with every second, until you finally pour into his mouth with a low, long moan, feeling your muscles relax, and if he didn't have his hands on your waist, holding you, you probably would have fallen to the floor, because you felt like your legs were jelly.
Jungkook left the locker room first, but only after making sure that you were okay. You took another quick shower, and got dressed, leaving the room, still feeling your cheeks burning with embarrassment, you had no idea how you were going to face your friends after that.
When you entered the school cafeteria and tried your best to look like everything was normal, but the first thing you saw as you walked towards the table where you used to sit with your friends, was Jungkook's look at you and that made you feel your legs numb.
"Hey Miss Pristine." Taehyung's voice sounded and was followed by him throwing an arm around your shoulders, making you look at him with a smile. "You're going to sit with us today, aren't you?" He didn't even wait for you to agree or decline the proposal and practically dragged you over to the table where the other two were at, pulling out a chair for you right next to Jungkook. He, on the other hand, raised his eyebrow, looking up at you, as if challenging you to something. So you just sat down, making him smile and several students start whispering and asking each other what you, Park Jimin's untouchable girl were doing with those punks. "What do you want to eat? I'm going to get our lunch ... Okay, it doesn't matter, I'm going to bring everyone's Monday special." And so he marched away, making you blink in confusion. Since when was there a 'Monday special' in that canteen?
“You know, (Y/N).” Hoseok's voice caught your attention and your head turned towards him. “You look much better without that damn jacket.”
“Indeed.” Jeon agreed.
"Hm, (Y/N)?" You froze when you heard that voice. You had completely forgotten about Jimin. You saw the eyes of Jeon and Hoseok leave you and look at the one who was practically standing next to you. You cursed yourself mentally before moving your face and raising your head a little and looking at the blond boy who looked totally confused. "What are you doing?"
Jungkook scoffed, letting out a sarcastic laugh and looked at Hoseok. "Apparently, he's blind."
And while his friend was laughing, you turned wide-eyed to Jungkook, and Jimin blinked a few times.
"What did you say?"
"Did I stuttered?" Jungkook questioned, looking back at the blond boy who didn't seem happy with Jeon's petulance. Jimin knowing that starting an argument wasn't going to get him anywhere, so he just rolled his eyes and looked back at you who felt tiny at the time.
"We were waiting for you at our table. Why did you sit here? I didn't know you were friends with these guys."
"She owes you no explanation, man." Jeon's voice said and you could see when a vein in Jimin's neck popped out and he swallowed his saliva before turning around with an angry look at the boy next to you. His eyes were slightly wide, his lips were pressed, and his face was beginning to redden, not a good sign. You had seen Jimin nervous a few times, and every time it was in the games he played in, and it was sincerely terrifying to see him angry. You were always afraid when he was in that state. But what you didn't know is that Jungkook was not afraid and that he could be a thousand times more terrifying. "I mean, you're not even her boyfriend, so." Jungkook teased with a smile and Jimin frowned, slowly placing his clenched fists on the table and bending down to be the same height as the other. It was already beginning to attract the attention of the other students who were watching in silence.
"Who told you that I'm not her boyfriend, asshole?" He asked, slowly. Jungkook leaned forward and propped his arms on the table.
"She did, asshole."
And Jimin's eyes moved towards you like lightning. You didn't know what was hovering over his eyes at the time, but they were empty, and it scared you, scared that maybe you really hurt him.
“We need to talk.” You finally got the courage to speak.
“Please tell me this is not true.” Jimin said after you finished telling everything that had happened between you and Jungkook within two days. You guys were sitting in the bleachers and he was looking at you as if you had just committed the worst crime in history. "How could you do this to me, (Y/N)?"
"What do you mean by that, Jimin? I didn't cheat on you or anything.” You said, as offended as he was. "How was I supposed to guess that you thought we were dating? You never even asked me to date."
"I thought I didn't have to, come on. We already spent most of the time together and I wasn't seeing anyone else but you." He stood up, moving away from you a little, hands on his hips and breathing through his mouth. He felt betrayed, but deep down he knew he was wrong, and that he shouldn't be demanding anything from you, after all it was his mistake to never make his feelings and intentions clear to you.
"Jimin, I'm sorry ..."
"No, it's not your fault." He interrupted you, turning in your direction, seeing how shrunken you were. He knew you well enough to know that you only looked that way if you felt really bad about something. "I just ..." He closed his eyes tightly. "I'm really in love with you, (Y/N)." And so he opened his eyes and looked at you, seeing the shock that his confession had caused you. You didn't really expect that, so your only reaction was to lower your head and face your own hands. And that didn't surprise him at all. He knew from the beginning that you didn't feel the same way, so he had been preparing for rejection for a long time, but that doesn't mean it didn't hurt. "But I think you love someone else."
"It’s nothing like that ..." You lifted your head. "I barely know him, okay? It was a moment thing, I don't think I'm liking him or anything."
"But even so, what you felt for him was strong enough for you to take him to your room, (Y/N)." The boy said, hurt, frowning. "We were together for more than 3 months and I never even stepped on the second floor of your home." You lowered your head again, biting your lips, not holding to see the hurt look on his face. Even if you didn't like him the way he wanted to, you still adored him.
Both were silent. There was nothing to be said. It wouldn't do any good for the two of you to start discussing an issue that wouldn't get anywhere, it wouldn't do any good to start fighting with each other, it would only hurt his feelings and yours too.
The boy ran a hand through his hair, tilting his head back, staring at the sky that was previously sunny, starting to get cloudy, just like his heart. Jimin bit his lips a few times thinking if he just left without saying anything else or if he would say anything more.
"Please, give me back my jacket and my cap." He said, making you look again at him who kept his eyes on the sky. "I don’t think we should continue to use couple clothes since we have never been one." His voice came out full of hurt and spite, even though he didn't want to show that that was what he was feeling at that moment.
You opened your mouth to say something, but realized you had nothing to say, so you just mumbled a okay and stood up, turning to leave. walking towards the school entrance, but as soon as you heard something, you stopped walking and turned back, your heart breaking when you saw Jimin sitting down and hugging his head, hiding his face in his arms while crying compulsively. Your reflex was to go to him and hug him, to comfort him, as you had done in the last few months when he was sad about something and wept for it. Jimin was a very sensitive guy, and you loved that side of him. But at that moment you couldn't do that, you had no right to do that, because you were the reason for that cry, you had hurt him.
You then turned your back, your chest aching and wanting to burst into tears for hurting an incredible person like him, feeling like the worst person in the world.
What have you done?
summary. daddy and mommy issues all around made you feel bad for your son’s best friend. you just hadn’t realized the care you held him with while growing up was being greatly misinterpreted. much less would you realize the way he watched you, but you felt great catching the eye of a young college boy at such an age.
pairing. milf!yn x son’s best friend!jk
genre. yandere, stalking. smut (little piece but it’s smut!!!)
warnings. curse words, forced pregnancy, poking holes in condom, religious parents, mentions of abortion, birthing, cheating, riding, wet dreams, lots of talks of wetness, inexperienced jungkook, age gap, stalkingx voyeurism, unsafe sex, unprotected sex, cum talks, mommy kink, scenes with throw up, overall pregnancy, jerking off, CORRUPTION KINK!!! and i’ll put more if it needs any!
word count. 10k
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authors note. baeeeeeeeessss it’s finally here!!! my jk fic!!!! it’s quite a long one shot but i hope u all really really really enjoy it!! it’s not the hardest yandere but i think it’s along the lines!!!! thank u for reading!! pls try and reblog to get this to other ppl!! don’t be afraid to send me asks about any of my series or to just talk!! (and super sorry for any mistakes, im posting this at work and haven’t had the chance to proofread!)
You weren’t as old as you thought you’d be when you had your kid. You were at the ripe age of 24, which weirdly enough, your OBGYN said was common to begin. You didn’t want to begin so young. You loved to travel, be introduced to different cultures and embrace them with their people. Everyone had always been so welcoming in your travels— something you didn’t have in your small town.
When your college sweetheart had told you he wanted to go raw, you fought him on it. Time and time again did you have to remind him that you would not fuck him without protection, and he always argued right back with you. Your girlfriends were begging you to break-up with his sorry ass, and you had finally mustered up the courage to do so. So on that eventful Monday morning, you awoke, excited to be free from such a suffocating relationship. It just hadn’t set in until after breakfast how nauseous you really were. And like a riverbank that had bursted through a man made wall, did all you had eaten that morning and night before, hit you.
You felt groggy the rest of the day, an ache settling in your stomach. It was shrugged off as bad food, and at your cheap college, there was no doubt that you’d get sick anytime soon. And so the time came to break-up with Seokjin, your stomach still cramping at every second as you walked to meet him on the campus gazebo. You were out of breath once you got there, Seokjin holding you upright as the pain began to throb throughout your body.
The suffocating man had rushed you to the hospital, knowing deep within what you had met up with him to do. All of the signs were there, but he didn’t want to let you go. And he’d do everything to not let you. It’s exactly why a huge smile broke out on his face once the doctor came back into the room with your lab results. His plans had worked— and you wanted nothing more than to get rid of his child growing within you.
The doctors and nurses congratulated you, assuring you that your pains were completely normal, it was simply your womb expanding. You hated every second of your parents cooing at you, as well as Seokjin’s. If you weren’t suffocated enough before, you felt as if there was no room to breathe any longer. Your life was being sucked out of you and you had no way to stop it.
Your parents had sent you a hard smack at the mention of an abortion. They swore and cussed and yelled their holy scripture at you, as if they were emitting a demon out of your body. As if you weren’t your own person, capable of making decisions. But you weren’t strong enough to fight your parents on it. Everyone knew. It was too late.
Five months later, your huge belly made your back ache terribly. Even more so when you walked down the church aisle, ready to meet Seokjin at the end of it. The white dress cascaded around your body, red carpet adorning your path. Five months and you hadn’t made peace with the thing growing within you. You felt like a terrible person as the mother’s from your birthing and parenting classes explained the happiness they felt as their tummy grew bigger. You felt nothing but disappointment as your stomach began to stretch and leave behind red marks of the being within you. You didn’t want to be those neglectful mothers who resented their children, but at the pace you were going, that was exactly how it would end up being.
The hospital had to induce your pregnancy. You were postterm, the kid within you refusing to come out on it’s set date, having gone two weeks after. You were sure the shock that would course throughout you at a natural water breaking pregnancy would help your nerves, but alas, nothing went your way.
You cursed and you yelled and you swore to Seokjin that you’d divorce him as soon as the baby was out. All of which went ignored by every official in the room as your husband held onto your hand. You squeezed the life out of him as a human bursted out of you. You waved your arm at the nurse as she carried your son to you, you were far too tired to carry such a chubby baby. After the proper procedure of being cleaned up, you had fallen asleep quickly.
Awakening to a sleeping Seokjin and a babbling baby, you get up from your bed, a strong ache in your uterus, but you ignored it the best you could. The boy laid beautifully in his crib, eyes still shut as he was freshly born. He was making small babbling noises, a laugh coming from you as you watched him, you hadn’t read of a newborn making much noise, making you believe you had a smart kid. Perhaps it was the hormones that were still crazy inside of you, but carrying him in your arms made you silently cry. Watching him, tears in your eyes, heart swelling with love you hadn’t known you had, you were certain you would love until the end of your time.
—
It was clear to everyone how badly Seokjin wanted to leave his life. His wife no longer put out, only carrying for their baby boy, he was always in a rut at work and he was certain he wanted no more kids. Jimin was more than enough work for him, not that he did much for the boy but provided a roof over his head.
You spent every waking hour with your favorite boy in the world, letting him dance his heart away as he had wanted since he watched Dirty Dancing by accident. You helped him with his homework, you took him to his play dates, you bought him everything he could ever want— and you taught him so unbelievably well. Every teacher conference was spent talking about how well behaved he was, how friendly he was with others, and how smart he was. He was your entire life, which is why you felt like losing it when he came home with a bloody nose.
“What the hell happened?” You rushed to your eight year old, tissues at hand as you delicately helped him. The streaks on his face told you he had sobbed, but he no longer was, rather, there was a smile on his face.
“Mom! Remember that boy who wouldn’t stop bullying me?!”
“Baby, did he do this to you? That’s it! His parents can not let such a brat run around and hurt people!” You were enraged, rushing off to your landline, ready to call Jungkook’s godforsaken parents.
“Momma, no!” Your boy chases after you, looking like a complete maniac with a bloodied face and a smile on his face. “It’s okay! It wasn’t him! He stood up for me today! He told the other bullies that I’m his best friend and they can’t mess with me again!”
You look down at your short human, worry etched into your face. He was sweet. Too sweet for this world, clearly, smiling even when he should be crying at an injury. It terrified you how much he would get teased and how he would take it, “they’re just having bad days.” He’d explain to you, defending the bad people in the world.
You sit the boy down on the kitchen island, his short legs swinging joyfully. You shakily grabbed a cloth, running warm water over it. There were many times where you went momzilla and screamed your lungs out at the idiots in his school, which landed your boy to not talk to you for days. Trying your best from embarrassing him or pushing him further from your hold, you wipe his face down, praying to any god out there that those boys would get what’s coming to them.
“You know,” you sigh, holding the boy's face to look at you. His chubby cheeks were puffed out at you as he watched you. “You're entitled to feeling angry or sad.”
“But what’s the point?” He asks curiously, eyes shining as they usually did. “Dad tells me things won’t get solved if I cry or yell, I have to be a man and deal with it.”
“Your dad was raised to believe in such preposterous things but you… I’m telling you right here, right now; You can be sad and angry with me. All those feelings that people think are ugly— feel them with me, okay?”
“Don’t you want to see me happy?”
“Of course, but these feelings… they’re part of life, okay? When you feel sad and hold it in for too long… you’ll only get more sad. It’ll overcome you and that messes with your happiness. I know it’s too much for you to understand right now but… you will one day, and until then, don’t hide any of your feelings, okay?”
The boy shakes his head, still confused at the different things his parents taught him. You frown softly at the clear confusion in him, but you place a small kiss on his forehead. “Go get cleaned up, you’ll do your homework with your new friend and play after, okay?” You put the boy onto the floor when he runs off, earning him a scolding but he pays no mind as he excitedly continues off.
Hours had passed since Jungkook’s promised arrival time, but he was nowhere to be seen. Jimin was upset over getting ditched, but like the good mother you were, you helped him with his homework in your spacious backyard and played one of his sea monster games with him; and as always, you were the monster tasked with chasing after him. The hours were filled with laughter as you made sure to dodge him purposefully, setting off more excitement out of the kid.
“Hello?” A soft voice stops you in your spot, a joyful look still sprawled on your face. Your eyes land on a small boy, smaller than Jimin. He was shy, his eyes refusing to meet with yours or Jimin’s.
“Jungkook! You’re here!” Jimin rushes to the boy, tiny arms grabbing his arms, “let’s play over here!”
You watched the boys play, a loving smile on your lips. There was never a day when Jimin ever made you feel angry.
—-
“Kim Jimin!” You yell out for your son. He was now sixteen and sporting the most atrocious of attitudes. It was the fifth time that week that he hadn’t turned in his homework, earning him an ‘I’ in his English class. You hadn’t even known that an ‘I’ existed, but there you were, about to scold your son for going as far as getting an incomplete.
“Chill out, lady.”
“Lady?” You scoff, both you and Jimin turning at the sound of your kitchen fridge opening.
“Just… pretend I’m not here.” Jungkook tells you two as he grabs himself a snack.
You sigh and turn back to Jimin. “Why haven’t you been turning in your assignments? Do you know what your grades are right now? All F’s and an ‘I’, Jimin, how do you manage to get that?”
“By not turning work in.” He shrugs, plopping down across Jungkook who now watched Jimin with wide eyes. He didn’t want to get caught between this, but it seemed like it was inevitable. “Plus, almost everyone in his class has that grade! He’s so unfair! He makes us do things we haven’t even gone over!”
“So you say something! Tell me, the principal! Don’t just stand there and not do anything!”
“What the fuck is the principal gonna do? She doesn’t care.”
“Yeah well, guess what? Saturday detention with her until you’re at least at a C minus.”
“Are you crazy? You can’t do that! That’s, like, child endangerment!”
“Yeah, well, watch me.” You couldn’t help the stubbornness within you at his own. The two of you were outstandingly petty, neither wanting to back down.
“Jungkook also has bad grades!”
“Well he’s not my kid, is he?!”
“You are such a b—”
“Finish that sentence and you’re… you’re… you’re out of dance!”
“God, you psycho! You know what?! It doesn’t even matter, I left on my own last month!” The boys stormed off, another one of his tantrums causing the entire house to shake on its hinges.
“Good! Cause you’re not going back!” You yell right back up the stairs, storming back into the kitchen and slamming the chair back in its place. The anger seething throughout you was too much to bear, tears springing out.
“I-I’m sorry.” Jungkook’s voice brings you out of your pity party. You turn to look up at your son’s best friend, wiping your tears away and sending him a small smile.
“It’s not your fault. He’s just… he hasn’t been the same since his father…” in a flash, Jungkook’s eyes turn angry at the mention of your husband.
“Is he moving out anytime soon?” He asks softly, as if he was worried he’d cross a line.
You turn away in shame, afraid to tell a living soul what your decision was. “Are you… are you staying with him…?” The tips of your fingers nervously tap against the kitchen island.
“I am.” You nod but quickly shove away the embarrassment in front of the sixteen year old boy. “But that doesn’t matter, okay?”
“It does though,” he sighs. “Is it for Jimin?”
“It’s for a stable home.” You grab yourself a bottle of water. “I’m sure you know… Jimin wasn’t entirely planned… I was in the middle of my senior year at college. I left and married. Who knew a prenup would matter if he’s the one who impregnated an intern— I shouldn’t be telling you this. Can you go up and check on him?”
The boy nods, grabbing his book bag and walking off, but not before asking you one last thing. “Are you really not gonna let him continue dancing?”
You chuckle and shake your head at the concerned best friend. “He thinks he was withdrawn but… his teacher was worried and his father’s still paying… so it’s just a matter of when he’s ready.”
——
“Baby!” You’re brought out of your trance, having previously been enjoying the summer sun on your soft skin. “Why are you home so early? I was going to pick you up!”
“I know, I know.” Jimin laughs, holding you close. “I had extra time to kill so Jungkook and I made it a road trip.”
“Where is that rascal?” You giggle, looking back to see your child’s best friend. His toned body was caught in the sun, locks beautifully cascading on top of his head. He was squinting, hands trying to cover the rays from blocking his view of you. There were tattoos deliciously drawn on his arms, standing out with the way his arms flexed.
“Jeon Jungkook.” You smile at the boy, making him drop the bags he was carrying.
“Mrs. Kim!” The boy floundered over to you, wrapping you up in a big hug.
“Look at you two,” you pull away from the strong boy’s arms and look at them both. “College is changing you!”
“Mom…” Jimin groans at your teary eyes. “We said no crying during visits…”
“I’m sorry!” You laugh as Jungkook wipes your fallen tears away. “It’s hard not to when my favorite men are so grown up already!”
“You sound old, mom.” Jimin whines as if he were still a kid, which you laugh off. You head back inside your home, Jimin by your side as he wraps an arm at your side, talking about his first year at his school. You could feel a strong and burning gaze on your back, your swimsuit revealing your well toned legs, but alas, you ignore it, deciding to put all of your attention on your favorite boy.
“By the way, are you staying over for a while?” You ask Jungkook as you prepare him and your son some lunch. Jimin had wanted to wash up, finally deciding that the stench he emitted during his trip needed to be washed away.
“Yeah, my parents are in Paris.”
“Lucky them.”
“Since campus is closing up, mind if I stay here for summer? They won’t be back for a while.”
“Sure, the guest room should be all set up right now. You know where the blankets are?”
“After years of fort building? Hell yeah.”
You laugh softly at the mention of his childhood years. He’d stay over at your house for days on end, his parents always off on trips. He always seemed so heartbroken when his parents upped and left, and your perceptive boy would try his best to make him happy. Pillow forts, camping in your backyard, trips to the mall— anything to make him feel better. He always seemed okay, but he’d crawl into your bed at night and sob his tiny heart out. You’d let him watch cartoons all morning and he’d be fine the next day for a brand new adventure.
“Why don’t you go out with Jimin tonight? I heard he’s meeting up with some high school friends.” You offer up to the boy.
“We didn’t really have the same friend group in high school…”
“But you’re still best friends, right? I’m sure he wouldn’t mind.”
“Trying to get me out of the house?” He teases, but the way your cheeks flush answers his question. His jaw clenched in anger, knowing exactly what was going on in your dirty mind.
“I’m not! I promise! Just thought it’d be nice, you know?”
“I’ll go.” Jungkook nods, a small smile falling onto your face.
“I’m sure you’ll have a blast!”
—-
The first time Jungkook met Jimin, he knew he didn’t like him. Jimin was just so kind that it made him want to bully him. Which he did for a bit, but he got bored after a while— even going as far as inviting him for a play date during a bullying session. It irked him, but what could he do? Clearly bullying didn’t work for everyone.
The next time he saw Jimin, he was crying in his mother’s arms. He couldn’t see your face as you were facing away from him, but he could hear your soft and soothing voice. You whispered sweet and calming words to the hiccuping boy. His eyes trailed all around the boy’s figure for any sign of an injury but he was clean. Why were you crying if you weren’t in any pain? Jungkook thought as he watched the family moment.
“You know dad didn’t mean it, baby.” Your words caught his attention, bringing himself closer to the scene, the two of you too distracted to notice him. “He’s just… he’s stressed. He loves you so very much.”
“N-no he doesn’t!” He sobs harder in your arms, tears and snot falling down his face and onto your beautiful dark green shirt. “He… he said he di-di-didn’t want me! You don’t either!”
“That is not true, Jimin. I didn’t…. I didn’t have a life before you, bubba.” The way you held his face so gently had Jungkook reeling. His violent sobs made his head thrash around but you held onto him so carefully, so lovingly. “You are and will continue to be the only man in my life. Gosh, I can’t even explain how much I love you! Just like how you can’t explain how much you love to dance, remember when you told me that?”
The boy nods, sniffling harshly and tears still coming down. “That’s how much I love you! When you can’t find the words to explain it, so… wholeheartedly.”
“I don’t know what that means…” his sobs quieted down as you wiped his tears away.
You laugh at his words, leaving your boy smiling right behind. His eyes shone bright as you continued to assure him of how much you loved him. He watched the scene in front of him, curious. Curious as to what Jimin felt in the moment, what it felt like to be loved by those who brought you into the world. It seemed unattainable because in Jungkook’s eyes, no parent ever truly loved their kid, but for some reason unknown to him, he believed you. He could see from the tiny crouch you were sitting in and the way you comforted him back into laughter, you truly loved Jimin.
Mrs. Jeon used to believe in fate. She would tell her only son of the fateful night she met Jungkook’s father, who just happened to meet at a bus stop, then a grocery store, and finally at a tiny bar where they got the guts to speak to one another. She spoke of how madly in love they were. It was an epic romance, one that made Jungkook so unbelievably happy. That is until his father was arrested for fraud— which his mother bailed him out for. His family was never rich, only his mother’s family, which she left all behind for Mr. Jeon. They were never the same after that. You had heard your mother speaking to her best friend on the phone once, “I sold my soul back to my family. I can never forgive him for that. But it was Jungkook. I can’t raise him on my own.”
Not that they ever truly raised him, seeing as how both his parents began to work for hours on end for his grandparents' company. They were gone most of Jungkook's life, which Y/N knew of. He knew you felt pity for him, which was masked by concern mostly, but he lathered in it. Befriending Jimin had got to be the best decision he had ever made, not only did he make a best friend who listened to him and understood his twisted desires (or at least tried to nor did he judge), but he also got you. You watched over him like no other, took him shopping for school supplies, new clothes for the new school year, and kept him company when he’d be lonely at home.
It was a bit confusing to decipher his feelings for you at first— you were Jimin’s mother and you were practically raising him as well. Wouldn’t you sort of be a surrogate mother? That’s creepy, is it not? He was also only just sixteen, his hormones were messing with his head, so he tried to shake it off. That, of course, didn’t stop the way your beautiful tits bounced in his face as you rode him, or the way you slurped up every ounce of his cum in his dreams. He’d wake up with the biggest hard-on’s of his life, blood rushing to not only his dick, but his cheeks as you whistled in the kitchen of your home. The home you invited him into with open arms.
It dawned on him how much he truly loved you when he caught you in bed with another man. It didn’t even matter that you were technically cheating on Seokjin, he just hated seeing you with Mr. Min. Neither of you had noticed the boy as Yoongi drilled you from behind. You were moaning so loud, sure that neighbors could hear every single thing. He could still remember the sound of slapping as he came in his fist at the memories playing through his mind. The next day, Jungkook had left a note on his history teacher's desk— warning him to stay away from you or he’d never see the light of day. And he listened, only because he thought it was Mr. Kim, and it was far too much drama for him to deal with.
He would watch you in your bedroom since then, watching as you dressed, cried, talked on the phone with your sister, came undone by your own hand, checked your body out after a shower, danced naked in front of your mirror— and just about did anything that a person did in their own space. In fact, there wasn’t a day that Jungkook hadn’t felt as if he had used up all of his jizz limit for a lifetime, finding such pleasure in watching you. But he didn’t feel bad, not one bit. How could he when he felt so close to you? He wasn’t sure if he’d ever be able to touch you, so this was what he stuck with.
The thought of leaving you behind to go to college made him sick. He’d spent countless days bedridden, afraid to look at you for even a second. There were stacks upon stacks of accepted college letters sitting on his coffee table, but none of them were close to you. His best friend was worried of course, no one was able to get in touch with the teenager, and so Jimin sent his incredible mother to check on him.
And she did. She headed straight to Jungkook’s home, and when no one answered, she did the only thing she could do— she called Jimin over and made him help her sneak in. Jimin didn’t want his psycho mother to do such a thing, but in the end, he listened and helped her up into the window, shoving her in. The only reason Jungkook had known was because of how loud the pair were. You were cussing like no tomorrow and he was scolding you for every bad word that was uttered. It made him laugh, but he wiped it all away as you walked into his bedroom.
“Thank goodness.” You sigh, a weight of worry falling off your shoulders. “Are you okay? Why aren’t you answering? Are your parents home? I saw all of these.” You hold up the unopened college letters. “Why don’t we open them together?”
“They’re all acceptance letters.”
“Okay, you’re either way too cocky or… you’re manifesting acceptances. Which I guess both are fine.” You chuckle, walking closer to his bed. He suddenly felt self-conscious as you trip over some of his dirty laundry. You had never been in his room before, which was because you felt far too uncomfortable doing so, in the end, you weren’t really his mother— just another middle aged woman. He knew you weren’t sick like that but she couldn’t risk anything with the people in town. “Look… I get how terrifying it is opening these… It feels like a great part of your future lies within a few words. In some ways, it does but you can’t let a rejection stop you.”
He watches you as you take a seat on the edge of his bed. He knew he looked a mess, he’d been crying for days, ignoring his hygiene all the while. He just couldn’t find the will to care as he imagined all that he could do to you in the comfort of his bedroom. “It’s not that,” he clears his throat, hoping to get rid of such nasty thoughts for a while. “I just… I know I don’t have a family. I know that. But I… I can’t help but feel like I’m leaving something behind…”
“Okay, first of all. You do have a family. I’m sorry it’s not the one that should cherish you first and foremost, but you do. And I don’t know if that’s the right thing to say, because I don’t want to dismiss your problems, but I know this feeling. It’s the “college is too far from everything I know and love” feeling. And it’s terrifying, without a doubt. But you know what helped me feel so much better?” She asked him, and she took the way he hung onto every word that she could comingue. “Knowing that there was a home to come back to. And Jungkook, you do have a home to come back to. With me and Jimin. The Kim household loves having a Jeon, don’t you forget that.”
Jungkook couldn’t help but smile like a dork. He just loved you so much and although it was such motherly type of advice, the same type she had given her own son, he couldn’t help but want to kiss her.
“What school did Jimin get into?”
“Seoul University. Why?”
“Just…” he trails off softly, looking back down at all the letters in your hand. Spotting Seoul’s letter, he grabs it quickly and stares down at it. He sits silent for a while, staring at the letter, as if glaring it down will assure that he’d be accepted.
“It’s okay… you can open now, later today, or never. Whenever you want to.”
“I… I’m ready now.”
“Okay then, let’s go ahead and open it.” And all of his prayers were answered as he read those soothing words. There was no way he’d ever let go of Jimin now— not when all he’d have to do is come back home whenever he did and you two would be reunited.
Which left him in your home now. Nineteen years old, heading into his second year of college after summer break. He was laying in the guest bed, strong winds outside, which was reoccurring weather in your town during its hot days.
He had told you he’d go out with Jimin, but he backed out at the last second, not feeling up to getting drunk with his stuck-up friends. You weren’t home, having gone out for drinks with your husband, supposedly, which he knew wasn’t the truth. The two of you were only binded by law, nothing more, nothing less. It was irritating the way the man strolled around as if he didn't have a care in the world, all while he had a different family across the world— which he paid off to leave. Nonetheless, it was good that he was home often, because no matter how much Jimin swore he hated his father, he always wanted a relationship with him— and weirdly enough, Seokjin was fighting to build a bond with him.
“Shh! You can’t… you can’t make too much noise, okay?!” Jungkook sat up at the sound of your voice, you were clearly drunk out of your mind with your supposed whispering.
“I thought you said no one was home!” A man’s voice is heard followed by his giggles.
“There isn’t! But still… shh!” You laugh along with him.
Jungkook was quick to get up out of bed, getting closer to the bedroom door, hoping to hear all.
“Think Seokjin is hating his life right now?” The guy asks in laughter.
“God! I can’t believe he thinks I’m gonna sleep with you! You’re like… the gayest person I know.” The two of them fall into an even bigger fit of laughter, as if it was the funniest conversation you two had ever had.
“I told you this chasing thing would be fun!”
“He’s never paid this much attention to me. It’s crazy.”
“But hey, at least he’s trying, right?” The man slurs out. Jungkook listens intently at the mention of your “husband.” His chest tightened with the topic at hand, fearing what you were speaking off. “I mean… he’s not the worst looking. And his dick? Huge!”
“Hoseok! He had a kid with another woman! He poked holes in my condoms! I don’t think his big dick is gonna change anything.”
“Right,” the man scoffs. “Did that just, I don’t know, leave your mind yesterday?”
You sigh, a small giggle coming after. “He does know how to fuck me. But who cares? A lot of men know how to fuck! Doesn’t mean I should get back with one who betrayed my trust time and time again!”
“Look, I’m not saying he’s a saint. Or forget his past mistakes, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen him this devoted. I mean, look at him and Jimin!”
“I know…” you sigh for the umpteenth time. “He’s just… there’s just… it’s too much history. And I am thinking about Jimin. Do you know how long he’s wanted his parents together? It’s the kid's lifelong dream… but if he reverts back to his old ways? It’ll just be Jimin getting hurt.”
“He’s not eight anymore, he’s nineteen. He’s in college, partying and studying it up. Believe it or not, he’s creating a whole world, one that won’t revolve around you— hell, some of it won’t even involve you. You have to think of yourself now.”
“Why do we get so philosophical after a few shots?” Jungkook pulls away from the door as he hears you and your friend walking into your bedroom.
“I don’t know. Hey, I know I’m into men but you look so good right now.”
“Gasp, do you wanna fuck?” The distant chortles of laughter only brings Jungkook back to reality. How could you? Thinking of getting back with the man who only caused you so much pain… It was ridiculous. How could you go for such an old man like Seokjin when you could have anyone you’ve ever wanted? And hooking up with him? You could do so much better! Could the old man even fuck? It was insane how hard he got at the thought of trying out so many new things with you. But it was enough wishful thinking— he needed to do something now. He couldn’t let you fall back into Seokjin’s trap.
—
You awoke that Sunday morning with a pounding headache. You were clad in last night’s clothing, smeared mascara beneath your eyes. You felt silly. You weren’t a college student anymore. For god's sake, you were 43 years old and acting like there weren’t any consequences to your actions.
The scent of food caught your attention in the middle of showering, sweet music being heard. You rushed the rest of your routine, rushing to see what was happening in your beloved kitchen. Wrapping a simple towel around your body, you rush out, water dripping off your hair and onto your body.
There stood Seokjin, apron around his body as he whistled to the tune of his favorite song. “What’s going on here?” The man turns around to face you and the sound of your face. Your eyebrow was raised in curiosity, amusement coursing throughout you at the sight. “Our son also got home drunk last night, so I’m making the greasiest breakfast.”
“How’d he even manage that?” You grab the cup of coffee that Seokjin handed you. You take a sip of the warm drink, feeling euphoric as you lathered in its comfort.
“Don’t know. Probably has a friend with an ID.”
“Should we, like, get him in trouble?” You ask the man, the two of you looking at each other in confusion. The man shrugs, and you respond with one as well.
“Do you think he’ll listen to us?”
“Probably not.”
“Then… a light scolding?” He suggests.
“I should probably do it…” the room tenses for a second at the mention. It was no secret that Jimin continuously pushed his father away. Why wouldn’t he? He spent his entire life avoiding his father, and now he just wanted an in? It was only a healthy response with his trauma.
“That’s fine. I’ll reap what I sowed.” You almost felt bad as he turned right back around. And as angry as your past self would be, you now were thinking of forgiving him. It made you feel like an idiot, he wasn’t ever a good man before. Why would it be different now? His sudden change caught you off-guard, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t like the attention.
“Hey,” you walk towards the man, grabbing his wrist and making him turn to you. “He’ll come around, okay? Jimin… he’s… he’s kind. Keep doing what you’re doing and you’ll get in. It’s going to be a long and hard process but I can see how hard you’re working… just don’t stop.”
The two of you stand there as he soaks up your advice. He nods softly, accepting every word you spoke. “What about you?”
“What about me?”
“The other night… we… I hadn’t felt that way in such a long time.”
Now was your time. You could either shut it down, or accept it. Would you be a fool? Yes, you would. But how could you say no? He’s what you know. Nineteen years together, even if it wasn’t romantic nor healthy at all times, it was scary having to start all over again. And you were selfish, you didn’t want to start all over again.
“Me… uhm… me either. You… I missed you.”
The smile that washed over his features made you smile. It couldn’t be the worst decision, right?
“Can I… can I kiss you?” The way he stutters nervously makes you laugh, nodding your head, he dips forward, capturing your lips with his. A kiss is shared between the two of you after fifteen years, not counting the drunken one from two nights ago. You were unsure as to how you felt as you pulled away, his forehead leaned against yours, as he sighed in happiness.
You spent the rest of the day with Jimin and Jungkook, enjoying their days back at home. It felt good to have them home, making you reminisce to the days you made them snacks and took them to the park. Jimin was being his usual self, trying his best to ignore your coos and hand holding. Jungkook, on the other hand, was being clingier than usual. You had gotten used to him as he grew up, and you always played it off as major mommy and daddy issues, which you didn’t mind. You felt bad for the kid and wanted to give him the best childhood possible.
Something felt… different though. He hugged you a bit too close, his hands always dangerously low, he fed you his food in such an intense manner— even going as far as shoving a man and telling him you were on a date in the next town over. You had scolded him and assured him you could take care of yourself, which he pouted at, in return making you feel bad and buying him a few shirts. Jimin was oblivious to it all as he let his mom spoil him, most of his attention on the clothes he yearned for throughout the school year.
“Be back home by midnight! We’ve got to head to grandma’s tomorrow!” You call out after Jimin and Seokjin. The two were heading out for dinner, where Seokjin would drop him off at a friend’s. You were certain Namjoon wasn’t just a friend, having spotted the hickies on his neck just yesterday, which you ignored. How were you supposed to ask your boy if the bruises on his neck meant he was dating? It scared you honestly, he was still a baby in your eyes.
You were ready to lounge around at home, Netflix ready with a couple of snacks. You felt like such a mother as you downed cups of red wine, which to be fair, you were. You just weren’t feeling the best. You were no longer the young thirty-year old cool mother, rather you were the 40 something year old mom whose kid was embarrassed to be around. And being viewed as an old person made you feel… gross. You had spoken to your mother about it but she shrugged you off, “you’re overreacting.” she had told you, in which you replied, “Yeah, probably.”
The sound of grunts brings you out your thoughts. The confusion swarming your mind doubled as you looked towards Jungkook’s room. You had almost forgotten that the young boy was home, too enthralled on your night off. Either way, you were unsure as to what was happening, but you were scared. He had been prone to panic attacks and his labored breathing sounded as if he could be falling into one. Putting your cup down, you tie the silk robe around your body, walking towards his room. The grunts and hard breathing were a lot louder as you got closer and closer.
“Jungkook?” You call out, gently knocking on his door. It was to no avail, as he continued to make his noises. You softly turn the doorknob, pushing the door open a tiny bit. It all sounded a lot louder and you were stuck in your spot at the sight ahead of you.
The sweet and innocent boy you once knew was no longer, not as he laid in his bed, dick in his hand as he moved his wrist up and down. He was throbbing, the tip a dark red, yearning for release. His pants were so loud, whiny moans filling your ears. It looked almost comical, he was such a big guy, one who you wouldn’t believe could make such noises. You wanted to apologize for disrupting such an intimate moment, but you didn’t want to reveal yourself, ready to leave.
“Y-Y/N.” The way he moaned your name made you believe he knew you were there, and while he did, that wasn’t why he spoke your name. His mind was filled with thoughts of you, yearning to hear you moan on his cock.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. You drive me crazy.” Your cheeks were flushed red at the sound of his frantic speech, but you quickly shut the door, taking a few steps back.
You were completely shocked. It had never dawned on you how he pined after you, sure he once told you he’d marry you— but he was ten years old. Ten year olds say ridiculous things. You’re. sure he asked you if a worm pees that day as well. You sprinted to your room, hoping to wash the last few minutes away. You wanted your innocent Jungkook back. You hid under your blankets, trying to think of anything but the boy pleasuring himself to the thought of you.
You awoke in a flush, your dream plaguing your mind. Your panties felt wet, breath labored. The silk robe stuck to your skin, having forgotten to take it off before falling asleep. You felt shame washing over you in a wave of heat at the wet dream you had just had. The feeling of Jungkook’s tongue all over your body was enough to get you soaking, which was completely insane. No one had ever made you feel so dirty.
“Is it really that crazy?” You jump at the sudden voice. You felt your heart beating out of your chest as you turned to look at Jungkook who was sitting on the empty chair in your room. He was clad in a white tee, grey sweats wrapping around his luscious thighs. “You’ve never once thought of this? Of fucking me? Letting me eat your sweet pussy?”
“J-jungkook… what are you… stop this.”
“Cause I have. God, I’ve wanted to taste you for so long. I want you to come on my tongue. My dick. My face. I want to take you everywhere we go. Everything you do is so fucking hot.”
“I won’t tell anyone about this, okay? Just go to bed.” And you didn’t want any of it. You wanted to go back to bed, wait for Seokjin to jump into bed with you.
“Hearing you moan my name… god, I just about came in my pants. Can you believe that? You’re making me act like the horny sixteen year old that came at the sight of you bending over.”
“You’re insane.”
“Who cares, love?” He stood across from you, hand traveling to the back of your neck. His eyes were dark, traveling all around your figure. Your palm felt sweaty at the close proximity. The strong grip of your hair made you groan, the pain throbbing throughout your head, but it felt so good. “I want to make you feel good. Can I do that?”
“Jungkook… no, we can’t do this.”
“Yes we fucking can.” The way he roughly placed his hand over your wet shorts had you reeling. The moan that you released only made his pants tighten more around him. “Tell me you want me.”
“Jungkook, n-no.”
“Say you fucking want me.” The way he rubbed the palm of his hand around you made you want to rub up on him even more. “I-I know this feels sudden… but I-I want you so bad… and I know you want me too.”
“Jin’s al-almost home.”
“I want him to hear us. I want him to hear how fucking wet you are for me.” The boy shoves you back onto the bed, pulling your panties off harshly. There was no time to lather in the beauty of your purple underwear, not when his fingers were quick to dip into your folds. And he was right, you were sopping wet, his fingers dripping as he rubbed for a second and pulled away. The throaty whine you let out was enough to answer Jungkook— you wanted him just as he wanted you.
“M-Mrs. Kim…” he whines as he watches you writhe beneath him in pleasure. His fingers were going at a much quicker pace against your clit, every single sensation making your toes curl. It had been a long time since someone had fucked you real good, albeit you did sleep with Seokjin not too long ago, but as big as he was, he had lost his touch. He was no longer the man who could go hours on hours making you cum again and again— he didn’t have the stamina for it. Jungkook on the other hand, he seemed nervous and clumsy, but he hit every spot deliciously.
“Do you know how hot it is… your pussy is just tight enough for me.” Jungkook growls into your neck as he continues caressing you. “It almost makes me nervous. You-you’re so experienced.”
“‘M… doesn't matter.” You gasp between his kisses. “Make me feel good, baby.” It was his final straw— the same name you called Jimin, was being used on him. Just as it happened in his dreams of you, it felt unreal.
He was quick to flip you over, sitting you on top of his hot body. The blush tinting his face made him all the more cuter, something you hadn’t known you were into. You felt so powerful on top of him, his strong form feeling so weak beneath you.
“I-I want you to fuck yourself on me.” The nervousness to his tone overpowers the confidence he wanted to show you. His stutter made you laugh, a pout forming on his face.
“Jungkook…”
“Don’t call me that.” The grip he held on your wrists frightened you, but you shrugged it off, your arousal trumping all.
“Baby…” you groan as he softly humps himself on you. You were sitting directly on his clothes member, the friction against you overwhelming your senses. “Are you… are you a virgin?”
The whine he let out was delectable. “I-I’ve been waiting for you.” Your face went flush at his revelation, but you felt so good. How could such a beautiful boy be so attracted to you? You had taken notice of what the passing years were doing to your body, your boobs were a lot less round as they used to be, and the hair you liked to wax into a Brazilian, was growing those familiar grey hairs. You hadn’t felt sexy in a long time— but watching the boy slowly go crazy over your body, it made you want to keep going, no matter how fucked up it was.
“You’re such a good boy.” You coo at the boy, in turn having his ears turn red at the praise. “Do you want m-mommy to make you feel good?”
“Yes, please. God, please make me feel good, mommy.” He was on the verge of tears at how hard he was. He was throbbing beneath you, pulsating at your every move. “I want to feel you. Please, please…” he pleads. “R-ride me…”
“Okay, baby, let me grab a—”
“No, no condom… I want to feel you. Can you do that for me?” The way his chest rose up and down made you feel even more weak for him.
“Okay, anything for you… to make your first time special…” you nod, lifting your night dress over your body, tossing it off to the side. The way he watched your tits, with so much want, as if you were the most beautiful person he’s ever laid his eyes upon— it riled you up. “I don’t think you can hold out my mouth, so I want you to cum in me, and I want you to enjoy yourself— don’t hold back.”
“I-I won’t.” He stutters out. And just like that, you lay him back down against your fresh duvets, clambering over him. Your slick traveled down onto his cock at the smallest of touch, leaving him dripping wet alongside you. The lengthy moan he released as you sat yourself on him, makes you clench. He was sputtering out random words, mind enthralled on your warm pussy. He slid in easily, and you wondered if it was a turn-off for him— how wet and easy it was to do so, but the way he shook beneath you answered your question. He didn’t care that you felt used up, he didn’t care that you were far older and had gotten around for quite some time. He just wanted you. And that’s what pushed you to move your body on him.
It made you feel so good seeing him whine and moan beneath you. To know that you were the first person to corrupt his mind, making him filthy with you. Your arms were placed up against his chest as you rode yourself on his cock, both of you making the loudest of noises at every move. You didn’t expect much from his first time, which is why he came inside of you five minutes later— but you continued to ride him. The overstimulation was almost too much for him, begging you to keep going but stop all at once. It was gratifying.
“I-I…” he lets out a lengthy groan. And with a couple of more soothing movements, you pull off of him. You had no release, but seeing him pant and dazed off at fucking you was enough pleasure.
You laid beside him, hand on his moving chest. A layer of thin sweat coated your hairline, your mind felt empty yet so full all at once. The boy you watched grow up had just cum inside of you. It was wrong. Completely wrong for you to love corrupting him.
His muscle filled arm is draped over your body as he drags you closer to him. His nose nudged into your neck, breathing in your smell as deeply as he could. “You smell like me.” He continues to rustle about with you, talking about his school life. At some point throughout the hour though, it dawned on you just how screwed you really were.
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The past four weeks were stressful— you spent most of your waking hours away from your home. At the gym, at Hoseok’s home, or at the bar you frequented. Any second in which you had to spend time with Jungkook was quickly evaded, an excuse about your busy mother life being used. You couldn’t look him in the eyes— it felt as if you had taken advantage of him. But you were four glasses of wine in and he looked so good, and he thought you did too with the way he ate you out the next morning— which was done in the kitchen of your home as Jimin showered. It made you feel sick now, acting like a hormonal teenager with one, which he technically was. He's a nineteen year old college student, how could you? You watched him grow up. How could you ever face his parents? Your son? Your husband?
“Mom, let’s do something today.” Jimin sighs as he drops himself onto your bed. The sheets you had damaged were long gone, having bought new ones the next day.
“What do you want to do?”
“Hmm… I don’t know.” He lays his head onto your lap. “Are you feeling good enough to go to my favorite seafood place?”
You shake your head, feeling the bile at just the thought of seafood. “Maybe a park? Have one of those picnics you used to love.”
“With the red velvet cake?” He asks with a hopeful look as you sift through his soft hair with your gentle hands.
“Are you kidding? It’s not a picnic without it!”
“I’ll grab the sunscreen, basket, and blankets!”
“I’ll grab the money!” You laugh as your son jumps around, excited to spend time with you. Although you often found yourself frowning at the way he tried to “act manly” and ignore you, it was nice times like this that made you so grateful for him. His rebellious phase was long gone and now was a sweet hard working boy who thanked his mother for where he was now. It made you tear up as you remembered his class president graduation speech. He spoke of the hard times he went through at the start of his high school career and how you hadn’t thought for a second to give up on him— and he mentioned his best friend. The only other person in his life who understood him, who stood by his side and told him when he was being the worst person he could be. Thinking of it made you sad, Jimin would be so utterly hurt if he found out what you did with his other half.
“Should we grab this, too?” He points at the huge rotisserie chicken spinning on the heated display.
“Think we can finish it?”
“Hell yeah! I’m a growing man, mother, I can do it.”
“Okay, big boy.” You laugh him off, continuing down the aisle of food. You continued to skim around the shelves, in search of the sweetest snack you could find. There were no more cinnamon balls that you munched on during your pregnancy, which is what you had been craving for a good while. You cursed out the person who discontinued such a yummy snack as you grabbed a box of Cinnamon Toast Crunch cereal. It was the closest you would come to.
Walking out of the breakfast and baked goods aisle, you were met with the fresh meat department. The red and bloody sight made your stomach churn with disgust. The smell seemed to hit you a lot harder than usual, clearing your throat in hopes of ignoring the way you wanted to upchuck. But getting the smell of the cut up fish on display was the final straw, your mouth blowing up as your bile made its way up. Ignoring your cart full of snacks, you rush to the bathroom, pushing a young girl out of the way to get into her stall. You gagged as it came out of you, the girl ignoring her anger and turning worried at your sick self. You continued to throw out the contents of your previous meal, an ache growing in your stomach.
“A-are you okay?” The unknown girl asks as she helps you by holding your hair out of your face. You could tell how grossed out she was, but she mustered up the courage to help, making you feel grateful as she put your clean hair down afterwards.
“Is there anything I can do for you? Bring you some medicine?” You shake your head, hands shaky at the suddenness of the moment.
“I’ll be fine. Just… been feeling queasy for a while.” That’s when you take notice of her pretty belly. It was beautifully round with a kid inside of it, making her frame look tinier. It always left you in awe at how pretty those pregnant bellies looked.
It wasn’t until the strong ache in your stomach hit once more that you realized it all. The pains you had been getting were so familiar. The pain filled moments felt like the ones Jimin put you through as he stretched out your womb, your sudden cravings for the sweetest snacks you could find, and the nauseating feeling at the smell or thought of seafood. It was all you had felt whilst pregnant with your boy.
“Actually…” you look up at the young woman. “Could you buy me a, uhm… a pregnancy test? I’ll pay you back. I just… I can’t go out there.”
“Of… of course!” The woman storms out of the restroom as if she weren’t carrying a human inside of her. It almost made you feel jealous as to how much energy she seemed to have— you could barely handle walking up a flight of stairs when you were that big.
You sat in the women's restroom, nervous as you awaited her. You couldn’t be pregnant— you’re forty-three years old! You were either the most fertile woman on the planet or you were overthinking. You hoped it was the latter.
The girl wasn’t hasty with it, quickly handing you the test. She waited alongside you, talking to you about the most random of things, having sensed the stress you were feeling. Your leg bounced up and down repeatedly as the test faced down the sink. You glared at the stick, wishing for a negative. A negative would solve your issues, you’d be safe. You’d tie your tubes as quickly as you could when it came back negative.
The two lines staring back at you knocked the air out of your lungs. You were quick about the abortion plan, but the thought of it made you sad. You hadn’t wanted to abort the first with all your might, but as you laid your eyes on him for the first time, you were so unbelievably happy with your decision. What if it was the same with this kid? The only other problem was, who’s kid is it? Seokjin or Jungkook?
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You had decided that the answer didn’t matter. You slept with Seokjin once again, in hopes of letting him believe he was the father. Which again, you weren’t sure of. Jungkook and Jimin left back for school, making you tear up at the sight of your boy leaving once more. Jungkook had tried time and time again to talk to you, but you kept it short and curt. You could tell how hurt he was by your change of heart, but you needed to put up boundaries.
You had made your appointments just fine, Seokjin going to every single one to hold your hand. He swore it was a sign that you two were meant to be, what with the ages you were both at. And maybe it was. You saw the change within him, and although you raised Jimin on your own, you knew he’d step up for the second. You didn’t have a hard life ahead of you. Even Jimin was excited, despite being a bit worried at first.
It was certain that Jungkook knew, but you continued to stick by the fact that the baby you were carrying was Seokjin’s. And when she was first born, you couldn’t tell. Seokjin was too in love with his daughter to notice anything off about her. It wasn’t until her skin began to build stronger, and her eyes were brightened that the looks began to kick in. She didn’t share any features with Seokjin. Not that anyone cared nor noticed, but it was all too weird for you as you stared down at your daughter and saw no one else but Jungkook in her.
It wasn’t until you got back home from a doctor's appointment that you felt more scared than ever before. Jimin was sleeping on the couch of his home, all while you could hear the familiar sounds of your giggling girl. You thought nothing of it until a familiar voice made you rush into the kitchen. And there stood Jeon Jungkook, holding your daughter, making her laugh and caressing her soft features. Standing so near her only brought their shared features out a lot more— the two were practically twins.
“She’s beautiful.” Jungkook speaks, making you jump in your spot at his soothing voice. Not once did he take his eyes off of the tiny girl, smiling lovingly at her. “Looks nothing like your husband.”