"Yes, When Taehyung Decided To Love You, He Treated It With Such Finality; Yes, Loving You Was The Hill

"Yes, when Taehyung decided to love you, he treated it with such finality; yes, loving you was the hill he would delightedly lay down and die on." My heart 🥺🥺

"You’ve accepted that he’s unlikely to let you go now that he’s caught you in his orbit, much like a black hole, stretching your adoration as far as it will go before swallowing it whole." This made me feel so so warm author 💖 this is what we deserve

canis minor \ kth

tldr. when you come back from your trip to iceland, taehyung wants to add a new member to your family.

prompt. [ animal shelter ]

pairing. taehyung x f.reader.

genre. non-idol, marriage au. established relationship. domestic fluff.

warnings. 18+ after midnight!verse. husband, mathematician!taehyung x wife, astronomer!oc.

word count. 2.2k.

note.  by golly i am almost to the end of my drabble challenge. i rejoice for i will never do such a challenge ever again.

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taehyung:

[ 05:43a ] i’m so excited to have my supernova girl back. i missed you terribly.

taehyung:

[ 05:45a ] in approximately 3 hours and 23 minutes, i’ll have you back where you belong. with your perfect husband whom you promised you would never leave alone this long again.

taehyung:

[ 05:49a ] i just wanted to remind you of our agreement. since we both know how you feel about keeping up your end of previous arrangements.

taehyung:

[ 05:50a ] and yes, i am absolutely referring to your CONTINUED inability to be home by our mutual curfew.

taehyung:

[ 06:27a ] all joking aside, you being gone for two weeks destroyed me emotionally. the silence. it was so quiet without you. i hated it.

taehyung:

[ 06:29a ] with that being said, i think we should adopt a dog. you know? a canis minor, if you will.

The series of text messages flood your phone as soon as you land and abandon airplane mode. At first, you find yourself simpering, feeling unquestionably adored by how excited he seems to have you back home. It makes your heart explode with warmth for him. Nothing about his feelings for you have ever changed, just as he vowed they wouldn’t. Taehyung has always been a meticulous man; he’s thorough and consistent in everything he approaches, including his endeavor to love you. He’s a man whose convictions and principles are unyielding, never succumbing to any force or influence outside of his own observation and the results they produce. When he deemed you the most suitable choice to channel the sheer depth of his reverence and ardor, you knew his selection of you was resolute; any shift in his decision or alteration in his commitment was highly improbable. Yes, when Taehyung decided to love you, he treated it with such finality; yes, loving you was the hill he would delightedly lay down and die on. So, the intensity of his yearning in your absence was not in the least bit surprising, but the conclusion he believes will remedy said intensity causes your brows to bunch together in confusion. 

A dog? And specifically, a little dog?

You find yourself chuckling at the thought. Taehyung already is consistently dancing on the cusps of a conniption with you and the trail of absentminded messes you leave in your wake wherever you go. What exactly did he plan to do with a dog running around your home, untrained and excitable? You didn’t mind the general idea, of course. You always wanted to have a pet for you both. In fact, your desire to have an animal is the exact reason you know his aversion to being responsible for one. He’s previously used them to counter your own proposal. You decide not to respond to his series of loving messages or his interesting proposition. Instead, you stand from your seat as soon as the plane comes to a halt. You’re already out in the aisle, your luggage from the overhead pulled down and by your side. The conversation about the dog could come shortly, once you were together again but after you were done getting lost in his closeness, once you were safely engulfed in his arms but after he had consumed all of you, once you had kissed him so much his ever-pouty lips swell but after leaving little trails of love on his neck in the shape of your favorite constellation. There were far too many things to do and all of them would resolve the ache of his loneliness and desire for you. In all honesty, you think that he was speaking from the heat of the moment. When you both talk about it and you dissect the proposition with him, going through the myriad of reasons he’s not likely to actually want the responsibility of caring for a dog, you’re certain he’ll come to his senses.

As you traipse through the busy airport, your gaze fixates on your final destination—the exit where you know Taehyung stands on the other side waiting anxiously for you. The ache of separation dissolved into an exhilarating anticipation that fueled your every step. The airport buzzes with a series of sounds, a cacophony you meander through with ease as your own excitement drowns out the amalgamation of noise. The last portions of your trip slugged by, those last two days agonizingly slow, feeling closer to ions than days. Suddenly, observing one of the most fascinating marvels visible to the human eye didn’t feel as incredible as the warmth of your husband’s arms and the tickle of his breath on your neck. Knowing you were back home now, back within reasonable proximity to your decided other half, your elation feels unbridled, a little bounce in your steps as your wander through the busy space. Once you pass through the exit, you immediately observe your surroundings to figure out which terminal you waited outside of, but before you can send him a message to let him know, you feel yourself being pulled into the tightest embrace you’ve had since the day you departed. You didn’t have a chance to see him, to greet him, or even properly hug him. The only reason you know it’s Taehyung is because he envelops you into a cacoon of amber and spice, the most familiar scent you know, a signature of notes you can pull back every layer to and label with ease. Of course, it’s him. You’re lovingly accustomed to the fragrance of home. “Angel,” you hear him whimper. “I missed you so fucking much, oh my god.” There’s a general desperation in his voice that makes your heart ache. Taehyung doesn’t do well when the two of you have to be apart, this much you knew, but you can hear the agony in his emphasis. You can feel the severity of his yearning in the tightness of his grip. Your giggle is muffled by him pressing your head into his chest. “Hello to you, too.” Slowly, your arms slink around his torso and settle in. You’ve accepted that he’s unlikely to let you go now that he’s caught you in his orbit, much like a black hole, stretching your adoration as far as it will go before swallowing it whole. The two of you might be here for a while. At least, that’s what you think right up until you hear a series of loud, high-pitched barks coming from directly next to you; the abruptness coupled with the excessive volume causes you to jolt.

Taehyung groans, releasing you from his hold then. “This is not a good first impression.” The first thing you take in is your husband’s appearance, obviously. He’s more than a handsome man. Every aspect of him is perfect; from his honeyed eyes and tinted, fluffy hair to his full cheeks and playful smile, from his broad shoulders and toned physique that he kept clothed in fashionable fabrics to the enriched baritone of his voice when he spoke, Taehyung was everything a woman could possibly want in a partner as far as visuals are concerned. And he was yours. The next thing you notice is the leash he grips in one hand that leads down to an incredibly tiny ball of black and brown fluff that pants at his feet. 

“That’s a dog…” you notate obviously with a lilt of confusion in your voice. As Taehyung squats down to collect the small animal in his arms, your mouth falls open and your brows bundle together in a combination of bewilderment and stupefaction. You aren’t angry, just genuinely and undoubtedly confused. “Taehyung,” you call softly, your gaze fixated on the small, breathy creature he carries. “Baby, whose dog is that?” You raise your eyes to meet his; your head tilts to the side from the weight of your perplexity, perhaps. He chuckles nervously then, an innocent but fearful smile tugging at his lips as he looks back at you. Taehyung clears his throat and adjusts the dog in his arms, presenting him to you more clearly. “Well, angel, this Yeontan. He’s our, uh, son.” A long moment of silence follows his admission. You stand there, stunned, your eyes flickering from the puppy in his arms and back up to your husband’s worried expression that was analyzing your reaction as you formed it. After a moment, a small laugh comes out. It’s followed by a lighter but more sustained giggle that slowly becomes a soft chorus of amusement in response to his absurdity. “You got a dog? You were serious about that?” You cover your mouth to decrease the volume of your giggles. “When did you even get him?” “Well…I already had him when I said that, but I didn’t know how to tell you so I tried to segue into it through a gentle suggestion.” Taehyung admits sheepishly. “They said he needed a home or the animal shelter might not be able to continue caring for him…” That causes your laughter and your smile to fade as you look at Yeontan. He was in desperate need of a home. Taehyung’s decision was impulsive, which is most assuredly unlike him, but it was a warm-natured decision with innocent, loving intent. You could never fault him for saving a creature’s life. It only made you love him more. 

The man whose compassion and empathy outweigh any of his discomforts. The man whose heart is the volume of Saturn with the circumference of all its rings.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you clearly…or consult with you before I just decided to get him.” It’s a quiet apology. At the foundation, you know that he means he’s sorry this is something he would have done no matter the circumstances. He’s sorry he simply didn’t have enough time to be as punctilious about the matter as he typically would be. But how could you ever be angry that his humanity superseded his heedfulness? You smile and stand on the tips of your toes to collect a kiss from him, which he grants without hesitation and with much relief. You scratch Yeontan’s head adoringly, embracing the idea of having a new member of the family. This may be the closest the two of you will get to children, much to both of your satisfaction. Neither of you mind the idea of becoming parents, and you operated under an understanding that if it happened, okay, but it wasn’t a goal in your individual lives or your marriage. “You did the right thing.” You tell him proudly. “My only regret is not bringing my precious son back something from Iceland. And why couldn’t we give him a better name?” To this, Taehyung snorts. “Like what? Rocket?” “Rocket’s a cute name!” You huff at his sardonic tone. “You gave him a person name, not a puppy name.” Taehyung looks down at Yeontan and leans down to pepper him with kisses, a sight you never thought you would see. “I gave him a gentleman’s name, something that suits him.” “Oh, is that so?” You ask rhetorically with a roll of your eyes. He hums affirmatively. “Absolutely, so. I’m glad I did, too. I knew you would try to name him after something space-related. I couldn’t let you name our son something ridiculous like Cosmo or Ion.” You say nothing because you absolutely would have given him a name within the general realm. “I can think of an actual person’s name!” You protest. Taehyung laughs. “It can’t be space-related people. So, no Carl Sagan, no Neil deGrasse Tyson. No Isaac Newton, no Kepler, no Hubble, no Einstein, no Copernicus or Galileo. Not a single astronaut.” All of his stipulations make you pout. The first name you thought of was Galileo. “I’m going back to Iceland.” You grumble. Taehyung’s eyebrow raises daringly. “I’d like to see you try.” You whine and stomp your foot lightly. “At least let me give him a middle name!” Taehyung sighs and unhooks the leash from Yeontan’s harness. He gently places the small dog in your arms with a shake of his head. “He doesn’t need a middle name but he does need his mother to hold him so I can take your suitcase and still hold your hand.” You glare watching him grab your things and then hold his hand out to you expectantly. And because no matter how unfair he’s being about Yeontan’s name, you missed him so much you were ready to simply disintegrate into nothing if you had to go one more day without him next to you. So, you carry your newfound son securely in one arm and tangle your free hand into his, being tugged closer to him as soon as he had a firm grip on you. “I love you so much, angel, but god, you’re such a brat.” 

You start to pout grumpily, but then his warm palm cups the side of your face and he leans forward to press his lips to yours. You would think, in public, in the middle of a terminal with a plethora of people passing through, that Taehyung would want only a simple kiss. But no, this one lingers. This kiss sets a pace for both your lips and tempts yours to move against his. You don’t know how long you stood there with your lips fumbling over the other’s, but upon registering the soft, shaky sound he sighs into your mouth, you both pull apart.

He licks his lips, staring at you with needy eyes. “I missed you.” “I know. I missed you, too. We should go home, though, because I really missed my telescopes.” You say it teasingly but Taehyung doesn’t look as amused in the slightest.

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PROMPT DRABBLE

Prompt: ‘Don’t make me stop this car, because I promise you, you’ll regret it.’

Pairing: Seungmin x female reader

WC: 1.3k

Warnings: explicit sexual content, established relationship, bratty reader, hard dominant seungmin, heavy degradation, objectification, mutual provocation, oral sex (m. rec), cum swallowing, face fucking in a car don’t try this at home seriously 🔞

©️ copyright jl-micasea-fics April 2022, June 2023

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hi there~ this might be random but what are your thoughts on dry humping sunwoo? idk if you've ever written about it but i think the idea is so hot 🥵 he'd totally be a mess and get all handsy (and even whiny) trying to control the situation but losing it in the end...

Oh he'd definitely be the type to go handsy on you

Just imagine sunwoo being the type on a first date who's willing to go all the way but you don't roll like that so instead you guys just intensely makeout on his couch.

He tries his best to control where his hands go but when you're rolling your hips like that, your core deliciously grinding against his painful hard on he does nothing but whine like a virgin

"Baby, please. Take it easy..." But the moment he says that you grind on him faster and he's losing it. He really wants to grab all your sensitive parts but he doesn't wanna fuck it up and break anything he promised you tonight but you decide to get a lil cheeky and just try to tempt him even further by removing your shirt and revealing your lace covered breasts

you push him down, his back lying against the couch while you continue to quicken the pace of your hips rolling, your hands on each side of his head balancing you while your chest is literally all up in his face. He can feel his incoming

"fuck- please let me touch you" he begs.

"cmon sunwoo, you can hold it a little longer cant you?" you tease.

"pleaaaasseeeee" he whines this time, desperate to feel your soft skin in his hands and on his mouth. His mind going dizzy at the thought of littering you with his marks. If this keeps going any longer he might just cum in his pants.

"fine, but no sex got it?" You look down at him with a "stern" look. The moment you give him the green light, he wraps his arms around your torso and flips you both, your body under his now.

He immediately goes straight to kissing the exposed skin on your chest, pulling the cups of your bra down to latch onto your perked nipple, making you gasp and instantly grab his hair, you body slowly giving into his actions. Releasing your nipple with a pop he looks at you with a mischievous grin,

"I'll try my best, but can't make any promises 😏"

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(A/N: hi omg to the anon that sent this over months ago I am SO sorry I never got to answering this. No it didn't get lost I just really wanted to save this and turn it into a full fic but the inspiration was so dead at the time please forgive me 🥺 I still wanna give this idea a longer fic if you're still around huhu hope you still enjoy this very short piece!)

I hope it gets easier for you to live in the now. To remember that you're here, in the present moment, that you're safe, even if your mind is thinking of the worst case scenario. You will overcome every obstacle when they arrive, but right now, you can rest.

"He looks like a walking-real life incubus with sex on his legs, oozing with sex appeal."

He definitely looks like one 💙

Player | THV (m)

Synopsis: He is indeed a player but not just on the playground. He can swept you off your feet, make you fly then leave you to fall but good for you, you know how to stand your ground. don't you?

Pairing: Volleyball player!Taehyung x manager!reader

Genre: smut, fluff, volleyball au.

Warnings: 18+ (mndi), PORNO☠️ with little plot, Taehyung in filla track suit, cocky Taehyung, big d!ck energy☠️, fuckboy Taehyung‼️, unprotected s*x (it's fictional), semi-public s*x (they did it in the volleyball court🫣), s*x against the wall, they did it while standing (rip reader's legs), cum eating (oops), Taehyung has a FILTHY MOUTH 👄, unedited.

W/c: around 1k

Listen to: Señorita by Camilla Cabello, Shawn Mendes

A/n: please lmk if it's visible on your dash because Tumblr is messing up with me recently!

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The volleyball court is usually empty at this hour. The practice sessions runs from the morning to dusk, until the sun goes down. Some guys who is extremely passionate about the sports, stays behind to do some extra practice. You wonder, where their immense stamina comes from.

You wonder, how Kim Taehyung, the captain of the Volleyball team, still have some stamina left in his body to pound into you from behind.

The only source of light in this empty volleyball court, is the one coming from the sheds, mostly silent besides the crickets singing along the unholy skin slapping sound of Taehyung fucking your against the wall of the spacious court.

“fuck! Look at that, sucking my cock in that little cunt of yours– so beautifully” he cooed at the way his dick goes inside of you and comes out all wet, glistering with your arousal, illuminating in the street lights peeking from the large sheds.

“You’re so fucking hot looking like this, getting fucked from behind, y’know?” he whispers in your ears, nibling on your earlobe as his pace speeding up, your walls started clamping around his cock. His teeth sinking on the soft flesh of your ear before softly sucking and licking on the red area of it, practically making out with your ear.

“ah fuck! I’m c–close –“ you moaned at the way he rolled his hips against you, hitting every right spots inside of you.

You were cleaning up the court as always, as you do everyday after their practice is done. But today, Taehyung decided to offer you help and you took that happily, then how things escalated from gathering up some empty water bottles to him pressing you against the wall and intensely making out with you in this open area, is still a mystery to you. Then not long after, your sweat pants are pulled down from your ass, exposing your lower region bare in front of him as he pulled out his hardened member from his grey gym shorts and now, here you are.

Taehyung is the typical representation of the “popular boy” at college. Volleyball team captain, rich as hell, handsomeness dripping from his form. He looks like a walking-real life incubus with sex on his legs, oozing with sex appeal. Understable why girls literally throw themselves on him but he does not mind that at all. He takes full advantage of it, a new girl in his arms every weekend. He brings them to a unidentified empty room in a frat party where the loud music coming from the huge boxes makes up for their obscene screams and moans when he brings them to that euphoric feeling and later leaves them in a complete mess. It seems like he made it his mission to fuck every single lady in this college and he is succeeding in it so far.

“yeah? Gonna cum on this dick, huh? Bet you’d love if someone walks in here, seeing you getting fucked by their captain?” his hands slides down to your clit, circling them as his other one gropes on your tit.

“fu– I think y–you will be the one enjoin’ it” you heard a snicker left his mouth as he pinched on your nipples. His breath fanning over your neck where he'd leave marks so that you can remember what he has done to you when you’d look at them later.

Taehyung might go to several girls to warm their bed and wet his dick in the process but he will always comes back to you, who he claims to be his only true friend. You don’t know why he does that, considering his reputation around the campus as people likes to portray him like a guy who can not be satisfy with the same girl for two weeks. You wonder, why you are exceptional.

“baby, I think you should shut your slutty little mouth before someone can actually caught us–“ then he is intentionally spanking you all of a sudden, making you yelp in the process. You can imagine the mischievous smile on his face while you moan louder than before.

“you– f-fuck you k–kim Taehyung!” you curse at him. You feel his hands on your hips as he brings your body closer to his and slams back his hips into you mercilessly. You go slump on the wall, your knees are giving up because of the intensity of his thrusts. Your sight got blurry from the building pressure inside of your stomach, waiting for the knot to finally snapped.

“Yes, I’m doing it baby” his smirk only grows wider, the cockiness in his voice never fading away as he snaps his hips into you repeatedly, unable to resist the temptation to ruin you completely.

You are his sweet friend who is always there for him through his ups and downs. The way you bring a smile on his face is so unreal. He is mesmerized by your beauty or the way you smile back at him or the way you suck his dick dry or the way you moan when his cock is deep inside of you. He is hypnotized by you like a sailor to a siren.

“damn it, taking me so well baby –“ he groan when you push your hips back at him, thrust back with the same intensity as you fuck yourself on his dick. He put your both arms on top of your head, holding them their with his one hand and rubbing your clit with other.

Leaving open mouthed kisses on your jaw as you throw your head back, over his shoulder. He pushes your hips back further, shoving his cock as deep as it can go into your pussy, rubbing that spot over and over again.

You mind is getting dizzy as you chase your high, felling it coming with full force. You couldn’t able to control your moans because of the way he is literally drilling his cock inside you, so instead, you turn your head and kissed him hard. All the moans got muffled in his mouth, as his tongue swirls across every inch of your mouth while sucking on your tongue.

A deep throaty moan rip out of his throat when he feels your walls continuously clenching around him. “oh! Fucking love this pussy s-so much”

Oh yeah, just your pussy and that’s it. You should remember that just like you always have been.

Just another harsh flicker over your swollen clit and one last deep thrust which reached all the way up to your cervix having you go limp into his arms as you cum all over his dick. Arching your back as you let out an agonizing moan which you’ve been holding back.

Taehyung can feel his dick twitching into your pussy as his thrust gets more harsh and sloppier, you whimper in oversensitivity.

“sshh baby, I know” he assures you as he finally snapped. Pulling out from you as he let his load fall on your ass and paint it with white.

You catch your breath for a second before you feel him lowering himself until his face hovering over your pussy. He spreads your legs wider as he put his mouth on your abused cunt, licking off your essence.

His tongue swirling and twirling around your pussy, sucking on your clit occasionally before licking at your entrance to clean you up with his tongue.

“Tae– too much!” you are squirming under his touch but he never listens. Diving more into your pussy as he place your both legs over his shoulders where looking back at you with his lust filled dark eyes while eating you out from behind like a starving men.

The squelching sound resonating from through out the empty court. It isn’t hard to figure out some noises coming from outside when Taehyung is still buried deep in your pussy. You panicked instantly “Taehyung! Someone is coming!” you pushed his head away from between your legs as you hold on the walls for some support.

He can hear them too, so he swiftly pulling out his handkerchief from his pocket and wipe of his remaining cum on your ass delicately.

Then the gates of the court hall opening, some of his teammates peeking through it “hey man! What are you still doing here?”

Panic rushes through your body, you got stiffened. The filthy things you guys were doing just some moments ago flash in front your eyes. You are sure there’s smell of sex in the air around you.

“Just helping our manager, she got injured” the lies smoothly coming out of his mouth. They immediately got worried after hearing you’re injured, so you assured them it’s just a minor injury even tho you’re totally fine.

The thing is, everyone knows you two are always together like best friends. But, everyone also knows how Taehyung is, so it always surprises them when they see him having a female friend. They thought, you are probably the only girl in the campus who didn’t fuck Taehyung yet.

That’s furthest from the truth.

You’re the only girl he fucks who is constant in his life.

But, no one should know that because you refuse to do so. You care about your reputation way too much to put this information out there. You have a reputation of being the nerd type who is a goody two shoes and you’re intend to keep it that way.

“Come on, hop on my back. I’ll give a ride to home” when everyone left, he gesture his hand to you to stand because you were struggling to do so. You were so drunk on his dick that you didn’t even realize how long you were standing there on your feet, legs wide for him to take you from behind. Now the side effects are showing.

When he first proposed the idea of friend with benefits to you, your first condition was that, it will be only for the sexual fulfillment to both of you but unbeknownst to him, sometimes he manages to fulfil your emotional needs as well. Like right now, giving you a piggyback ride because you can’t walk properly.

“was I too rough, baby?” the cockiness in his voice is annoying, that stupid smirk returns back to his face as he teased you.

“Shut up” you frown, a pout automatically forming on your mouth as he laugh gracefully, sending vibration through your entire body.

“I can still feel your wetness” his filthy mouth never stopping as he speaks. Your face got red from embarrassment. A slap lands on his biceps making him laugh delightfully as you let him carry you to your home.

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Claimed (m) | JJK

He promised that he is going to fuck you hard so you won't be able to walk after that. You took that lightly but the thing is, Jungkook never breaks his promises.

Pairing: Idol!Jungkook x reader

Genre: Smut, angst, fluff, est.rel

W/c: 6k

Warnings: Porn☠️, "I will burn down this world for you" energy JK, rough s*x, angry s'x, dom!Jungkook, sub!reader, using of rope and tape, punishment, he makes you orgasm while driving☠️, overstimulation, reader is stubborn, chasing, clit biting, licking, spanking like for once, oral (f. receiving), Jungkook has bigd'ck energy and also has it, also he is over possessive and protective towards reader, crying out from pleasure and some creepy old man, UNEDITED.

Listen to heaven by Julia, animals by Maroon 5...

A/n: someone request a similar one to this a long time ago and now it's here. I'm still in semi-hiatus but wanted to post something so here it is!

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“So, want me to show you some good time?” he said quite literally hovering over you as he planted his both arms each side of yours.

You were enjoying your drink in silence a few minutes ago, not literally silence though. You’re at J-hope’s listening party Jack in the box. You knew you were going to be invited to the party even though it was limited to only famous artists in the entertainment industry. Talented singers, rappers and even actors were invited.

You on the other hand, played a very much important role in helping Hoseok making this album. You were one of the composers in the production team. You’ve been working for big-hit entertainment, especially for BTS, so you’ve become quite familiar with their group.

So, now you’re standing here, in a black button-up coat dress paired with black ankle length lace up pump heel, your black hair cascading over your shoulders, cleavage peeking out from the short dress hugging every curve of your body perfectly, giving it a subtle seductive look while leaving plenty of room for their imagination, a silver chain dangling from your neck.

You swirl the glass of wine in your hand, staring out from the huge glass window. The city lights sparking in the darkness of the night, alluring you in it’s hazardous beauty, you keep you eyes fixed on the mesmerizing city in front of you distracting yourself from the loud beating music coming from behind you.

You were simply minding your own business until you felt a hand on your back. You immediately flinch and jumped away from the wandering hand only then you came face to face with the intruder of your peaceful time.

“My apologies, for making you scared, Miss ___,” he raised an eyebrow tauntingly at you, lopsided grin on his face and the only thing you can think of, is how vulgar he is looking.

He is one of the sponsors, a billionaire businesses man in his 40s, old enough for you but the way his eyes scan your body like a hungry creature, made you feel like you’re naked, made you feel sick to your stomach. Fucking gross!

“Oh! Hello, Mr. Sinclair,” you shrug the uneasiness and tried to act normal. He chew on his bottom lip as he said “I must say, you’re looking hot. A girl as beautiful as you standing here alone! Not fair!”

Seriously? He is staring at you like he can devour you with his eyes alone at any time now. You felt filthy under his preying eyes. You want nothing but to run into your boyfriend’s arm and let him hold you. But you can’t do that, not in front of People.

Jungkook loves you, cares for you and he never back down from showing it to you but he is also a celebrity and it is not a very wise decision to show his affection in front of dozen of people let alone announcing his relationship with you, even though he wanted to.

He did suggested that you both should make it official to the whole world and call it out. He wasn’t afraid of showing his love for you to the entire world but you knew it wouldn’t end up well. He is in the peak of his career and announcing he is taken now would people lash out in a very negative way and also when his company isn’t very fond of the idea, you both dropped it. So, now you can’t even go to him for help.

“There’s so much crowd down there so I came here. I’m fine really, don’t worry,” you pull your lips into a straight line, trying to smile but the growing uneasiness evident in your body language.

“Oh honey! I’m sure you’re feeling bored alone here, don’t you? Come on, let me show you some good time,” he leaned towards you and his hand shot up directly on your ass. You got startled by the sudden move from his side. Anger seeping from your eyes as you hardened your gaze, glaring at him hard and just when you were about to yank his hand away from you, Jungkook stepped in and grabbed his hand, pulled him away from you.

He stumbled at the force but Jungkook hold him by his arm, preventing him from landing straight on his ass “can’t you see how uncomfortable she is? And who the fuck gave you permission to touch her?” Jungkook seethes at him as his body consumes with anger, you can see the muscles of his body tensing up beneath his black t-shirt.

That old geezer tried to wiggle out from his grip but miserably failed, Jungkook still hold him with a death grip on his arm. “Oh! Is she your girlfriend? Or a new play toy? Possessive enough, baby boy? How about the media comes to know about this secret affair of yours? Huh?” he tauntingly said that to Jungkook, laughing at his face.

But Jungkook was having none of it, he push him on the floor and he dropped on his ass, groaning like a little child in pain. Jungkook hovered over him, his eyes throwing daggers in his way “And how about your dirty little secrets made it to the headlines of tomorrow’s news? You’d like that huh? Sinclair?”

He eyes goes wide with shock and fear as he shallow the lump in his throat, trying to grasp the fact that Jungkook knew about him. “I’ll fucking destroy you, YOU GET THAT? And that little bitch-,“

He doesn’t take that anymore as he plunge his boot covered feet straight on his face, knocking his air out of his lungs and blood covered his mouth. “I fucking dare you to say that! I fucking dare you to complete that sentence! I FUCKING DARE YOU TO CALL HER THAT AGAIN!,” he screamed at him but before he can land another kick on his weak body, you grab him by his hand and pulled him out of there. You don’t want any scene here so you left. “Jungkook, let’s go,”

You force him to walk behind you through the crowd, people glancing at you with confusion on their face. You spot Hoseok and quickly bid your goodbye as you make it to the car.

Jungkook didn’t resist, let you pull him out of the party as you both settled in his car. You were breathing hard so as Jungkook. You didn’t know what just happened or what was about to happen. You heart was beating so fast that you can feel it in your throat. Then without another word, he started the engine, pulling his car out of the parking lot, heading towards his house.

When the silence became too much, you spoke “Jungkook, what will happen now? I-I mean he is influential, what if he-,“ you whispered those words out of your mouth as your eyes got watery.

“Are you saying that I should sit back and watch him touching what’s mine? Kept my mouth shut as he assault my girlfriend? Let that fucking sick bastard grab your ass!?,”

You teared up this time as you let out a shaky breath, trying to hold back the tears at bay “No, i-I –,” your voice cracked and you cringe at that.

“Spread you legs ____,”

You eyes shot up to his face at his demanding tone. You’re confused to why is he saying that? He can’t be serious!

“____ don’t make me repeat myself. SPREAD.YOUR.FUCKING.LEGS,” he growled as he ordered you. Warmth spread through your cheeks as you shallow the lump in your throat. Then slowly spreading your legs as he demanded from you. Trying to steady your breath as you open your legs as wide as possible.

There are people on the street but you don’t think they’ll be able to see what’s going on inside of the car since it’s moving but that’s the thing. Jungkook is fucking driving and why the fuck he wants you to spread your legs? The thrill of the moment already turning you on and making a pool of arousal coming out of you.

He grabbed your black thong in an instant, pulling on it harshly as it shred to the pieces and making you sit closer to him. You let out a whimper at his harshness.

He didn’t divert his eyes from the road, solely forcing on it but his hand travel towards you pussy as he land a harsh slap on it.

The friction makes you moan out his name and you arch your back, making you dress hike up to your hips. Your glistening pussy is now clearly visible to his eyes.

Without wasting time, he slides his finger over your clit sliding them down then plunging them inside of you “You’re fucking dripping. It turns you on seeing me like that, didn’t it?,” he asked through gritted teeth.

Your mind was spinning so hard that you can’t even focus whatever he was saying. After gathering your arousal, he slide them up to your clit and started massaging it in a circular motion and you arch your back more. The feel of his finger so good on your pussy. You throw your head back, getting lost in the pleasure.

He kept circling it nice and slow, pinching it occasionally making you whimper “Gonna remind you how good my cock makes you feel, baby,” he growl through gritted teeth, lust dripping from them.

You moan out his name when he hit that particular spot and his pace sped up “Fuck, oh God, Yes!,”

He kept abusing your clit, rubbing it vigorously as you bend your legs and bring them up to the seat, spreading your legs wider for him.

“Fuck, ____, I’m going to rip that pussy apart- just you wait,” his jaw clenches so hard that you thought it was going to break then he sped up the speed of the car, overtaking the car in front of you.

You gasped when you saw how fast he was driving, panicking as your breath got hitched, your eyes goes wide but Jungkook’s hand only fasten on your pussy, rubbing it fast and hard.

Adrenaline shot through your veins and you’re gasping for air. The thrill and the fear making everything more intense, knowing that it might lead to a accident but still can’t able to stop him from touching you.

You can let him do anything he wants with you.

The knot in your stomach was ready to explode in any second then he slide his finger down and put them in, you clench around his finger as he pump them in and out.

“Ah- Jungkook!,” your eyes rolls back and you arch your back, your hand goes to your covered tits, kneading it. Your thighs started shaking, every muscle in your body tenses. He glances at your direction for a mili-seconds and nearly loses his control.

Your legs were spread apart, your hand fondling your tits as your hips push into his hand grinding on it. Fuck!

He quickly calm his composure, reminding himself that he is still driving.

His fingers again goes back to your clit, rubbing it in a faster pace and you cry out from the intensity of it, you clench around nothing as you grind on his fingers, riding it. Your orgasm break through your body as you squeeze your eyes shut, your hips automatically goes up. Jungkook kept rubbing you as he curse under his breath.

“Oh, fuck! Ah, Jungkook!,” you moan as you ride his fingers, Your vision got blurred as you try to stable your breath but then a loud horn piercing your ears, you shot your eyes forward at the direction of the noise as you see a car coming at your direction and just as you thought it’s going to crush with your car Jungkook turn the car at the other direction, avoiding the accident. The car goes unbalanced for a second but he managed it soon.

Your eyes were going to came out of your socket, you suck in your breath as you tried to grasp the fact that you were so close to death. Your heart was racing, you were terrified.

Then the car came to a halt means you’ve reached home. You hurriedly loose the seat belt as you ready yourself to jump out of the car. You can sense Jungkook fuming with rage beside you and you’re afraid what’s his next move going to be.

Not only it makes you feel excited, you wanted to see how far you can push him. He likes it when you run away from him and you likes it when he chases after you.

Before you step out the car, you glances over Jungkook and seeing him sucking and licking his finger cleaning your essence from them while looking at you intensely. You gulp at the scenario.

“You can run if you want but, if I catch you I’ll make it sure that you won’t be able to walk tomorrow,” he warned you with a low voice but you’re already spinning out of the car and running towards his house.

The mansion he has built is huge, you still couldn’t find out the purpose behind it. You run for the front door, leaving it open you fled towards the room you and Jungkook shares which is on the second floor.

This time you locked the door behind you as you stay still in the darkness, doesn’t bother to switch on any of the lights. Your senses heightens with time as you hear some footsteps coming from the outside, heart beating so fast you felt it in your throat.

You quickly dodge the bed, hiding behind it as you wait for further movements. You heard the door lock clicking and you thought how stupid you’re to lock it behind, of course he would know!

But it’s not that bad, you want him to find you. Sometimes stupid decisions leads to blissful results.

The door opened and you heard clicking of the boots on the marble floor. Your heart sunk in your ribcage, swelling with excitement, you know you’re soaking wet.

“____, come out now then maybe I’ll show you some mercy,” he growl, his voice becoming close with every minute. You tried to calm your senses and slow down your breathing but it was no use. You are quite literally panting at this point.

“I can hear your breathing, I know you’re here baby, I know,” a deep chuckle come out from his mouth and you wouldn’t dare to move. You just stilled on your spot, waiting.

Then suddenly a hand pulled you out of your hideaway, tugging your hands as you land on his hard chest, gasping for air. You see him smile wickedly at you before throwing you on the bed, you groan from the force.

He kneels on the bed, hovering over your body as he tore your dress along with your bra, leaving you bare under him. Devouring your body with his hungry eyes he grab both of your arms, then you feel something rough gliding around each of them. Your breath lodges in your throat when you come to the realization of what he was doing. Before you can cry out, he taped your mouth shut.

You come to the realization that your arms are above tied to the headboard with thick rope, completely naked when he is still fully clothed. You can’t move, you struggle against that but it goes into vain.

His thick thighs trapped you into a firm hold, his hooded eyes piercing through your soul.

“What did I told you, baby?,” his asks, his deep voice barely above a whisper, you panicked under his gaze and his threat.

You did remember what he told you.

He plant his hands on your hips and roughly pins then to the bed. Electric shocks travels from his body to yours, the feeling making you tremble beneath his calloused hands.

You squirms under him, tugging at the rope but only succeed in rubbing the raw skin. You don’t want to be tied, you want to touch him.

You scream with frustration, attempting to free yourself. He laughs at your attempts, the rich sound of his amusement burn your skin.

You still, huffing and puffing against the tape, your hair is disarray with several tendrils scattered across your face and constructing his view.

Gently, he brushes the tendrils out of your face, tenderness in his touch.

“Fascinating that you have yet to learn after so many years, I always keep my promises,” then he smiles at you viciously.

You shout under the tape, they’re muffled. Your frustration reach it’s peak when you see he is indeed not going to let you free. A muffled “Fuck, you!,” come out of your mouth.

He grabs your face in his hands roughly, brings his face down into yours. Minty breath and a hint of smoke washes over you.

“keep pissing me off, baby. I do enjoy giving you pain. It’s music to my ear,” you struggle against him, muffled curses spilling from your taped mouth.

And then he chuckles again. “you’ve been a bad girl baby, so I’ve to show you what happens to bad girls,”

Sweat pricks at you hairline and trails down your back. You’re panicking and shaking with fear but the thrill kept you on edge.

Your nipples are tighten into hard peaks. “you’re absolutely mesmerizing, and I’ll be damned if I let any other man have a view of your beauty,”

You are growing frustrated and needy with every second but this asshole doesn’t seem to bother about it.

“Fuck. Off,” you growl again.

“Don’t mind if I do,” he tells you, his voice shadowed with desire and anticipation.

Your fight renews, kicking at him and landing a good kick in his chest. He powers through the kick, pushing back into it and sending painful shockwaves down your legs.

You growl deep in your chest and use both legs putting every bit of force behind them. He snatches both of your feet before you can push him away.

Dammit, you just want to you touch him.

Quickly he works his hands around both ankles, pinning your knees to the bed as he bares your pussy.

You feel rage and helplessness flooding through your body. You scream beneath the tape as his eyes eat up the expenses of your center. It’s not that you don’t trust him, you just don’t want to give in.

The moonlight doesn’t provide enough light for him to see much. He inhales sharply “Fuck, you smell just like always, so fucking sweet.”

He leans and places a gentle kiss on your pelvic bone and you arch your back. Pushing your body into his face further. You’re panting harshly through your nose, imitating a pissed off bull.

You’re the one who instigated him–pushed him when he warned what would happen. Now you’ve to face the consequences.

Another soft kiss, an inch above your clit. You can’t stop the whimper that releases from your mouth, muffled.

He heard it loud and clear which makes him smile against your skin. You shudder beneath his touch, his hot breath fanning against your sensitive area. Your knees jerk inwards, another useless attempt to close your legs.

Then you feel a stubborn tear slips free as his teeth scraps against your mound. You scream from the sensation, hot and bothered. Your pussy is still sensitive from the previous orgasm as you thrash against the feeling only for your body to jerk right back into his mouth.

You gasp, feeling far more than his teeth this time. His tongue slides against your clit, a feral groan releasing from his throat as he tastes you. Uncontrollably, your eyes roll and your head kicks back as the most delicious feeling evolves you.

“Fuck,” he growls against you, the vibration forcing you to suck in a deep breath. “you’re so fucking wet,” he rasps. You squeeze your eyes shut at the feeling of your throbbing pussy from his words and the attention he’s giving you. You can smell your own arousal, feeling the juices sliding down your asscheeks.

You shake from the intensity as he licks the entirety of your slit, his tongue moving leisurely all the way up to bundle of nerves before he sucks your clit between his teeth and clamp down.

You scream from both fright and bliss. His bite is hard enough to send a wave of pain scattering across your clit but not hand enough to truly hurt you. He pulls his head away slowly, your clit dragging between his teeth until it slips free, a burning sensation radiating from the bud. You try to wriggle away, but all it does is cause him to slide his hands behind your knees and forcefully push them back to your ears.

You squeeze your eyes shut again, another traitorous tear slipping free as you thrash against your bonds, desperate to slip free. In this position, you’re far more exposed and vulnerable to him. Whimper coming out of your mouth as you tried to convince him in untie your hands but he was taking none of it.

But just as it always does, the thrill of danger and restriction sends an uncomfortable feeling straight to your core.

He has your body curled so far inward, your ass is no longer on the bed. As if you wasn’t already embarrassed enough, you feel your arousal sliding down your stomach. He growls, noting the desire flooding from your entrance. you can feel his body tightening with need, power rippling through his body. He doesn’t waste any more time bringing his mouth back to your pussy and sucking your clit back into his mouth.

You jerk, the pleasure renewed as he tugs and sucks at your bud. He doesn’t lick you again, refusing to use his tongue against you—only his teeth. Asshole.

Every time you move, he clamps harder. So you force yourself to stiffen, but the pressure doesn’t lessen. If anything, it only heightens until sharp pain is sluicing from your clit. you squeal from the sting, screaming muffled curses at him through the tape. And just when it becomes too much, he lets go. You pant through the relief and the lingering pain, you clit throbbing and sore.

But he doesn’t allow you to suffer for long. His middle finger slides inside of you, curling to hit that sweet spot. Your hips buck against his hand, a different type of pleasure swelling inside of you. A bliss that stings and burns but yet, feels fucking incredible.

“Did that hurt?” he asks softly, tilting his head as he watches his finger slide in and out of you, juices collecting in the palm of his hand.

Yes, you fucking asshole!

Now that one of your legs is free, you’re tempted to drive your foot into his face. But the reminder of that bite keeps your legs still. So you just fume silently, glaring holes into him. The anger feels like it’s burning you from the inside out.

He hums, disappointed by your silence. Leaning down, he captures the abused nub between his teeth, sucking in but keeping his bite minimal. Combined with his finger curling up to hit that spot, you can no longer breathe. Pleasure seizing all of your senses. You know you’re close.

Gently, he scrapes his teeth over the sensitive flesh. Over and over until it drives you mad with both the need for more and the need to kick him.

“Remember this, baby,” he murmurs in between nips. “Remember that the more you show stubbornness, the more it’ll cause you pain.” Another sharp nip. Your hips jerk away, but the action is futile. “How about I slide my tongue inside of this sweet little pussy – or my cock – I bet you’d love that, hmm?”

you know what he is doing, he want you to give in – beg for him but you aren’t going to give it that easily, not yet.

You fight against the part of you that wants to beg for more. A part that has found a voice and is trying to break free. Take over and give in to this man so you both can find relief. you thrash against it, entering a silent battlefield and trying to hold back as much as you can.

But then he withdraws his finger to the very tip, swiping his finger along your entrance, and when he sinks back inside you, he adds two more fingers. your eyes roll as he stretches you, caressing that sweet spot over and over while his teeth bite into your clit anew.

The side of you wins while you watch helplessly as your body renews its struggle. But this time, you’re shamefully grinding yourself against him, no longer restraining yourself. He’s not giving you what you body has begun to crave— to need—in order to assuage the pleasure building deep in your belly. He continues to scour your clit with his teeth. Nipping and biting, but refusing to give you his tongue.

“Asshole! Untie. My. Hands!” you screech against the tape. The answering smile against your pussy is evident that he heard you. Giving into the anger, you kick your leg out with unrestrained force. He dodges the kick by a mere inch. A feral growl tears from his chest, and he pushes your knee back down with bruising force. The sound wasn’t of desire like before—but anger. And you cant deny the fact that how sexy that growl was Or how hard your pussy pulsed in response.

But – you’re not going to confess that.

He tightens his grip to a punishing hold. Tomorrow, you’ll have handprints on the underside of your thighs. “What did you learn, baby?” he taunts, blowing hot breath directly onto your clit. you growl, another frustrated tear leaking down your temple and into your hairline.

“ To not being a stubborn brat, right?” ” he asks, darting out his tongue for a sharp lick. It’s there and gone before you can get any satisfaction from it. You shout at him some more until he finally reaches up and rips the tape from your mouth. You curse against the flaring pain in your face, and then keep cursing now that he can finally fucking hear you.

“You fucking asshole –“ your tangent is cut short due to another painful bite to your clit.

“Try again.” You heave, trying to calm yourself down but failing.

“Probably,” you grind out through gritted teeth. He chuckles, a musical sound so dark. He nips at you again, but this one lighter and more playful.

“Do you understand what’s going to happen from now on when you do?” you clamp your mouth shut, refusing to answer such a stupid question. You understand perfectly what’s going to happen. It’s just a matter of listening.

In response to your nonverbal answer, he withdraws his fingers, leaving you bereft. But before you can complain, he licks you again, this time slower and more languid. He flattens his tongue and licks you from the bottom up, going particularly slow over your pulsating clit. Your eyes close against the sensation, a breath whooshing from your throat. There’s no stopping the shivers that encase your spine. No stopping the bliss radiating from where his tongue laps up your cunt. You arch your back, growling from how easily your body turns to jello beneath his unfairly skilled tongue.

But just as you start to grind against his mouth, shamefully and unabashedly, he stops. “Do. you. Understand?” he asks again, his tone lilted with superiority.

A frustrated sob works its way up your throat, but you swallow it back down. It takes several swallows before you feel confident to speak levelly, though the words taste like battery acid on your tongue. “Loud and clear, baby boy.”

A dark chuckle skitters across your core, and you’re ashamed of how your body responds. your ass curves towards his mouth without permission, seeking what it needs. His tongue dives into your pussy, licking inside of you with ravenous strokes.

A cry leaves my lips, breathless and embarrassingly loud.

The pressure builds as he finally does what you’ve been silently begging for. His tongue swirls up to your clit with the perfect amount of pressure, paying special attention to the abused bud before dipping lower again and spearing the muscle inside of your pussy. Cries of pleasure echo throughout the room, and now you regret the tape ever leaving your mouth. Because you don’t want him to hear what he’s doing to you, but you can’t seem to contain yourself either.

You suck in a sharp breath, a strangled cry escaping as your body falls over the edge. He plunges two fingers inside you just as you do, and the bliss is catastrophic. you no longer care to hold back the sharp screams, nor do you stop your thighs from clamping his head firmly between them.

He can die by drowning in your pussy.

“Beg for it.” He says from between your thighs, sending vibration through out your core. This time you didn’t hesitate, you beg for it.

“Please, Jungkook, let me come,” he growl at your desperation.

Moans wrack from your throat, and you feel his answering groan. His hands clutch your thighs, prying them apart just enough to continue to lap at your throbbing cunt, riding out the orgasm for longer than your body can handle.

He rips his mouth away and crawls up your body while continuing to fuck you with his fingers. You’re still delirious, your mouth still parted as you continue to moan. So, when he pinches your cheeks, holding your mouth open, you hardly care. His fingers feel too good.

His mouth skates over your lips once before you watch a trail of saliva drip from his mouth into yours “Swallow your juices,” he rasps. And you do. your throat works as the unique taste blooms across your tongue. He growls deep in his chest before he crushes his lips to yours.

His tongue dives into your mouth, swirling with your own. Both of your tongue crashes with each other, then dragging your bottom lip with his teeth, you can feel the cold metal on his lips, that fucking piercing of his. You trap it in between your teeth and pull into it, dragging it further and slowly letting it go.

Time ceases to exist as he kisses you until your lips are bruised, At one point, he withdrew his fingers and cupped your face with his hands almost sweetly. A stark contrast to how he was abusing your clit just a second ago.

Your whole body is shacking from the aftershocks of your orgasm, you saw him untying your hand and as soon as he did, your upper body go limp as you fall back on the bed. You let your eye close to give yourself some time and catch your breath which you desperately needs, but before you can have it, you’re already on your stomach. You realize Jungkook flips you as he holds your hands above your head this time with his own hands.

Then he is yanking your head back, Tears prick your eyes from the force of him holding your hair. Burning, just like the inferno of ire and lust in his eyes.

“You sound so sweet when you beg for me,”

“Fuck off,” you don’t know why you’re being so much rebellious but if this is how it turns out to be, you don’t mind. A harsh slap lands on your asscheeck, leaving a burning sensation behind.

“Keep up the bad girl act and I’ll fuck so hard you’ll feel me between your legs for the rest of your life, if not you already do.” He hisses in your ears, then biting on it.

His hand slides up to your neck, tightening his hold around it as your vision get blur from the lack of oxygen. He slams his cock inside you, knocking your breath out. You don't even know when he got rid of his pants or boxers. The force makes you jerk forward as his balls slapping against the sensitive nub. You choke on your words, this angle allowing him in far deeper. you arch your back and dig your nails into the mattress, clawing at the bedsheet as he relentlessly pounds into you.

He grabs your hair and snaps your head back to the side roughly as his lips comes to your mouth dangerously close, his lips brushing against yours “You want to come all over my cock, baby?”

You nod your head frantically. He smiles in response. “Have you been my good little girl?” Another wobbly nod. “Then fucking say it, ____.”

You clench around him when you hear your full name spoken in his gravelly tenor. “I’m your good little girl,” you breathe, too far gone to feel anything but blinding lust. He molds his front to your back, spearing through your tightening pussy. The hand on your neck squeezes it tightly while his other palm splays across your flat stomach, reaching your throbbing clit.

You cry out from the intensity as his image blurs and your eyes rolls and the tsunami wave finally crashes through you. You scream so loud, moaning as Jungkook's name spills from your lips on a neurotic chant as your entire world combusts into tiny pieces.

“Tell me baby, who this pussy belongs to?” he asks while keep slamming into you, help you riding out your orgasm.

“You – oh fuck!” your head spins around as tears slipping from your eyes uncontrollably.

“Fuck! That’s it, baby. Your pussy is so fucking tight,” Jungkook grinds out. He ends his sentence on a roar, his hips shuddering as he slams into you one last time, filling you with his seed until you can no longer fit anymore inside of you.

you feel your combined juices pour down your thighs, as you’re left panting and breathless under him. your body convulses from the aftershocks, even after you come down from the biggest orgasm you’ve ever had.

Jungkook flips on the other side and you crashed on the bed, no longer able to hold your body. He then slips his hands around your waist, pull you on his chest and held you tight. You felt the warmth radiating from his body.

After some minute of silence, you speak “I didn’t mean that, I-I was just worried when he said that. I-I –“ your voice is raspy from all the screaming.

“Baby, I’ll always protect you, will always be there for you even if the world goes against you. If it’s you vs. the world, I’ll choose you and if it’s us vs. the world, I’ll gladly watch the world burn down to the ashes as long as you’re with me.” A new pair of tears come back to your eyes as you feel your eyes burn.

“I’ll chase you even in your after life, in heaven or hell, I’ll go wherever you’ll be.” If you wasn’t exhausted and fucking emotional. You sure would cringe from those words but now, it makes you feel happy, makes you feel …. Whole.

You plant a kiss on the side of your forehead as he scramble through the sheet and stand on the floor.

“Come on, Let’s take a shower,” as he walks towards the bathroom, his ass perfectly visible for your eyes to droll over them but you’re sick tired to do so.

But when you tried to do the same, you felt a sharp pain eating every part of your body – especially your legs – they felt like jelly. You land on your ass on the bed, hisses from the pain as a whimper tear through your mouth and Jungkook laughs at that.

Asshole!

“I told you baby, I keep my promises.” You glare at him hard as he ignore your murderous stare, lifts you up as he walk towards the bathroom.

“Jungkook?”

“Yes, baby?” he looks at you with all the love in the world and you melt under his gaze.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

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