#God fuck I love rp but I hate hate HATE how isolated and alone every damned community makes me feel

[sombreboy]

Unsullied | yandere!pjm (E)

▎ 18+ / Explicit ▎ xtremity; 8 ▎ pairing: PJM x Y/N ▎ genre: pwp smut, dubcon, yandere, some angst, tiny amount of fluff ▎ word count: 7.4k ▎ warnings: heavy stockholm syndrome, stalking, cursing, sadistic!jimin, possessive/obsessive/delusional behavior, toxic relationship, manipulative!jimin, mentions of malnourishment, innocent/virgin!y/n, he calls you babygirl a lot, daddy kink, unprotected sex, dirtytalk, dubcon, mentions of blood, impegnation kink, fucking while pregnant, spanking/whipping, bruising, rough sex, oral/facefucking, choking, exhibitionism, forced voyerism, angst, death of side character(member), vague descriptions of murder. Idk if I’ve covered all warnings, but basically; don’t read this if you’re sensitive to any of these things.

A/N: This is from an older rp of mine with 🍎anon, some of you might recognize it! I know many of you missed it and asked about it..so, here it is. ♡

"Jiminie!" You shouted through the door of the locked room you had been caged inside of, "You can't do this to me! I'm not a toy you can keep locked up and play with whenever you like... I have friends, family, they will search for me! Please Jimin, just let me go!’’

Jimin was sitting on the floor, leaned against the wall outside of your room, glancing over at the locked door.

He sighed before responding, “It’s for your own good, Y/N! The last time I let you out, you tried to run away, I simply can’t risk that again. Don’t you understand?! You’re safer with me! I can take care of you!”

You made your way to the queen-sized bed. Jimin had the room decorated just for you, and you had to admit, it was beautiful, you couldn't deny that. Hand-painted flowers on the walls, a fireplace in the corner, a bookcase with all of your favorites and a big window, locked of course, showing the green forest outside. You had resisted giving in to Jimin for months now, but you started to get tired and lonely.

Maybe you should just give up even though you’re scared?

"Jimin. I don't want to be alone.", You began to cry, your voice breaking as you spoke.

Jimin got up to stand by the door, placing his hand on it to let his fingers smooth over the strong material it was made of. He hated to hear your cries, he hated that you continuously rejected him.

But he was patient. He knew you’d give in eventually.

Or at least, he hoped, “Y/n… shh, you’re not alone, okay? Hear me? I’m here. I’ve always been here, y/n… you’ve got me.”

You heard Jimin’s soft, reassuring words. But.. you also remembered times when he hadn't been that gentle.

A few days after Jimin had brought you here you'd hit him in an attempt to escape. You hadn't made it very far. He'd been furious and chained you to the bed, screaming at you for not being obedient.

But that was months ago now. And… well, maybe it had been your own fault.

Jimin just wanted to protect you, didn't he? Maybe it wasn't so bad to be loved by him? "Jimin...Please come.." You sobbed by now, begging for him to comfort you.

A wolfish grin pulled on his lips. Did he finally break you? Did he finally make you realize that nobody would ever love you as much as he does?

“I’m coming, angel, don’t cry.” He cooed, hurrying to unlock the door and step inside, eyes instantly finding you curled up on your bed. He’s missed seeing your face like this, otherwise only being able to see you through the monitors in the hidden cameras, or the vague interactions of placing the occasional plate of food in your room.

He jogged over to sit down next to you, hands cupping your cheeks to examine your face, “I’m here, my love.”

You felt Jimin’s hands caress your cheeks, eyes fluttering open to look at him. It felt so good to be close to someone again after all this time spent in isolation. You raised your hands, weak after being malnourished, and drove your fingers gently through Jimin’s soft hair.

‘‘My sweet, dear angel…” Jimin muttered, a small smile on his lips at your willingness to touch him. He would’ve groaned in joy at the way your fingers felt through his locks.

He swipes your dried tears off your cheeks with his thumbs, hands moving to wrap around your small frame in his embrace, pulling you close to press your face into his chest. He inhales your scent, the vague scent he loved so much still there.

You stiffened a bit when you were pushed against Jimin's chest. But, you thought, it felt quite nice. Jimin’s embrace was warm and despite everything; you felt safe. So you relaxed and leaned in further. His own scent calming to your senses, your body melting into his warmth. 

The two of you remain like this for a while, your breathing slowly regaining it’s normalcy, tears dried long ago. Softly, he continuously combed his fingers through your hair, a soft humming vibrating in his chest, ‘’You’re okay, baby... ‘’, Jimin withdrew just enough to be able to look you in the eye, his hand holding your cheek, as if he was keeping you in place, ‘’I’ll never leave you.’’ Your doe eyes meet his, fixated on you before he draws you in for a sweet kiss. It was delicate, slow, and filled with his obsession-..affection for you.

He continued to kiss you, drawing your body closer to his… And that’s when you felt something pressing against your lower stomach. Even though you were inexperienced, you weren't stupid. If Jimin wanted you, well, maybe you should just give your all to him? So that he could trust you?

"Jiminie..." You mumbled, blushing. "I... I've never... you know... been with anyone before..."

Jimin let his hands smooth down your back until they settle at your hips, lifting you to straddle his lap. He stares up at you with a piercing gaze, but it softens with his smile, his eyes morphing into the shape of small crescent moons, “I’d be your first.’’ He shines with joy as he states this, “It’s okay, babygirl... I’ll take care of you…’’

You gasped as Jimin’s hands roamed your body. His smile told you everything you needed to know, he was pleased with you and that, maybe a bit unexpectedly, made you happy too. You moved and made yourself comfortable on his lap, met his gaze, blushed and said, "What do you want me to do... d-daddy?".

‘‘Take off your shirt, babygirl.” Jimin purred, his fingers already working to help you pull it off for you. You felt his erection grow underneath you, he had been pining for this moment for forever.

You shivered when Jimin’s fingers met your bare skin and the top was thrown on the floor. Jimin’s stare on your naked form made you shy and hesitant and you tried to cover yourself. The blush on your cheeks never ends, "J-jimin" you whispered. "Why did you choose me? W-will... you always keep me here?"

Jimin wrapped his fingers around your wrists to stop you from covering yourself, placing your hands on his shoulders. His hands move to smooth over the soft skin of your chest, his breath shaking as he exhales, “It has always been you, baby. It’s just the way it is. My heart beats for you, my entire existence is for you… and just the thought of you,” he paused as he looked frustrated from just thinking about it, “the thought of you finding the wrong path with somebody else makes me angry… so I had to show you the right path. Everyone else wants to hurt you... I don’t... I love you.”

Your eyes widened slightly at Jimin’s statement. Of course, he'd told you many times already that he loved you, but somehow it felt a bit different this time. Never before had anyone cared so much for you. You smiled shyly at Jimin and dragged your right hand from his shoulder to his collarbone and the beginning of his t-shirt, dragging it, wanting him to take it off, "No one has said such things to me before... I want to be good for you Jiminie...", you said as your arousal grew stronger.

He wasn’t used to your willingness, always had to struggle for your affection. But now, you were finally his, giving yourself over to him. He thanked the gods for making you realize that you belong with him, a smile on his face, lower lip clamped between his teeth, removing his shirt to reveal his torso for you. It was strong, he worked out frequently to make sure he would always have more stamina than you, be able to protect you if needed.. Or catch you if you attempted another escape. And when he wasn’t working out, his love for dance kept his stamina high, ‘’I will remind you every single day how much I love you, babygirl.’’

A quiet gasp pushed through your lips at Jimin’s revealed torso. Never had you allowed yourself to think so before, but well... he was truly beautiful, "But... d-daddy. What if someone starts searching for me, and takes me away from you?" With unsure hands you made patterns on his skin, drawing lower and lower. Did you really dare? Touch him... down there? You looked up again, with eyes begging for guidance.

His lips parted, a small breath in excitement at your needy eyes. Your hands felt amazing on his skin, slightly cold, but it was okay. He was gonna feed you well from now on, you’re so well behaved for him, ‘’Don’t worry about that, my love. I took care of it long ago... Nobody’s looking for you.’’ At least, that’s what he believed. He placed his hands over yours, slowly guiding your fingers down to palm his erection through his pants, ‘’Besides, I would never, ever... ever... let anybody take you away from me.’’ He growled out the words with a lower voice.

Maybe you should feel worried by Jimin’s words, a few months ago you would probably have been furious and scared. But somehow, that had changed, and now it just made you feel fuzzy inside. It also made your arousal grow even more.

You inhaled a sharp breath when Jimin’s fingers guided you to his erection. As if on instinct you palmed him through his jeans and squeezed his length softly, "Does that feel good daddy? Am I being a good girl?" You stuttered slightly, "I-I think I want... uh... to see all of you..."

Jimin moans quietly underneath your touch, nodding as he leans in to press a soft kiss on your lips, “It feels heavenly my baby girl…” he helps you this time, unzipping his pants and pulling them down along with his underwear in one go below his hips, just enough for him to expose himself, “Don’t be shy, my love, this is all yours… I’m yours… please touch me.”

Your cheeks are tinted, but you try to ignore your embarrassment since Jimin seems so comfortable in his nudity. The kiss from Jimin leaves you needy for more, so you gently meet his lips again, letting him take control. He leaves you breathless. You don't actually know what you are doing, but you're hellbent on pleasing him so that's why you place yourself between his legs and drop down to your knees. While looking him in the eyes, you carefully lick the tip of his cock, anticipating his reaction.

Jimin cooes with approval, spreading his legs for you to position yourself properly in between, “What a good, good girl you are…” He breathes out quietly, the warmth of your tongue making his breathing heavier, “Keep going, you’re doing so well.” He urges you to continue.

His approval makes you bolder. You place your hands on his thighs, caressing them softly, while trying to fit more of his cock in your mouth and sucking gently. While you keep looking Jimin in the eyes, you see so much emotion. How could you ever have thought that they portrayed anything but love? If you love someone, you protect them from harm, and that was what Jimin had done. You were grateful, "Daddy... my panties feel sticky..." you mumbled.

Jimins jaw went slack, mouth hanging open in awe as he stared down at you in admiration, “You’re so fucking pretty.” He praised, one hand caressing your cheek before it moves to gently run his finger through your hair. Brittle, weak. But he would fix that. He was gonna give you your strength back now that you deserved it. He cooes at your little shy comments, “My little babygirl is wet already? You want me that badly, hm?”

You'd decided. Since Jimin had done so much for you, you'd do this for him. You nodded, "Mhm, daddy, I'm ready. I-I need you."

Jimin smiles at your words, grabbing onto your arms to pull you back up into the bed. He gently lays you down on your back before positioning himself between your legs on his knees, hands softly taking their time to roam over your every curve from your torso down to your thighs, ‘’My needy girl, my beautiful y/n... my everything.’’ He breathes out quietly.

It hurts when Jimin pushes into you, you’d be lying if you told yourself otherwise. But the look he gives you, the happiness and satisfaction, makes you think it's worth it. Isn't this what everyone wants? To have someone close, that cares and loves you? How silly you were before, you think, trying to reject this. You feel Jimin’s speed increasing, fucking into you harder, almost feeling like you’re being torn apart due to the very little time you were given to adjust to his size… and something starts to stir in you. It feels good. You whimper and moan, "D-daddy...uh... p-please".

Jimin started off gently, but you felt too good, he quickly became greedy. The sweat on his chest glistens as it drips down onto you, his whiny, needy moans pushing through his lips with every snap of his hips. He was so happy to finally feel you, and for you to finally feel him, ‘’You’re so good to me, babygirl, you make me feel so good...s-shit...’’

Jimin angles your leg over his shoulder, which makes you feel him deeper than before. He finds the spot that makes you shake with pleasure, and with just a few thrusts you've lost it. You take a hold of his biceps, nails digging into his skin, surely leaving a mark. Giving in to pleasure as you've never felt before, you clamp down on Jimin’s cock- feeling it throb inside you, "Aaahh... d-daddy it feels good." You moan. "You make me... feel so so good daddy."

Jimin didn’t even attempt to remain silent, mouth hanging open in pleasure as he thrusts into you with precise, forceful movements. All the time spent working out was paying off, being able to pleasure you like this was all he ever wanted, “Yeah?’’ He loves your praise, “Tell me how much you love me, babygirl...’’ His voice was strained, his hips losing it’s precise rhythm as he feels himself getting closer, he just needs that little bit of verbal praise to get himself there, “Tell me you want to stay with me forever, f-fuck... I promise to take care of you like this every day.’’

You shake and stutter from the overstimulation and the exhaustion, but the need to please Jimin is stronger, "Y-you are the first one to make me feel this way dadd-y, and the only one who ever will. I promise to stay with you, I-I want to stay with you daddy. I'm only yours."

Jimin smiled, a wicked look on his face as he stares down at you with a possessive look, “Yes, good babygirl, you’re mine.’’ He moans in between his words, hips pushing as deep as physically possible into you, keeping himself still when he cums. He didn’t care that neither of you had any protection, relishing in the thought of possibly impregnating you. He breathes heavily, looking down at where the two of you are joined together before slowly pulling himself out, slumping down to lay down next to you, pulling you close to embrace you in his arms.

Your heart beats erratically when Jimin puts his arms around you. Bringing you as close as physically possible, as if you together are one. You feel his cum dripping out of you but can't bring yourself to care. Slowly, your eyes fluttered closed, sleep overtaking you.

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You wake up before Jimin does. His arms still securely hold you into place. You glance across the room, noticing the door Jimin in his haste forgot to lock. You carefully unwrap his arms, tiptoeing across the room, and make your way downstairs...

Jimin is fast asleep, groaning quietly when you carefully untangle yourself from his arms. He grabbed a pillow, hugging it as if it was you, continuing to sleep for a little longer.

For the first time since coming, you got the chance to look around a bit in the house Jimin had brought you to. As you imagined, the kitchen was downstairs -big and bright. You strolled over to the fridge, noticing a lack of ingredients for the breakfast you wanted to make for Jimin. So you carefully went up again, put on your clothes, searched for, and found, his wallet and then made your way out the front door.

Jimin woke up when the sun was shining through the window, he sat up with a groan and rubbed his eyes, “Ah I slept in late, babygirl…” He noticed the lack of response, eyes widening as he sees you’re not here, “Y/N?!” He quickly got dressed, seeing the door wide open. He felt his heart drop, did you just lie this entire time? Did you gain his trust just to leave him, and break his heart? He felt angry, seeing you left the front door unlocked, and his wallet was missing. His anger boiled inside of him, growling out as he swung his fist into the wall, causing his knuckles to get bloody and bruised. The thought of you leaving made him feel everything at once. He was determined to bring you back and, sadly, needed to punish you for leaving… Trying to leave. He didn’t know your true intentions, however. But you should’ve known better than to leave unannounced.

The sun was shining when you were on your way back home to Jimin’s place from the local supermarket. You had found everything you wanted, even fresh strawberries! Jimin would be so happy and pleased with you, that's what you thought at least. However, when you entered through the front door, your good mood died instantly. Standing in front of you stood Jimin, fuming with anger, towering over your smaller frame, "J-jimin?" You whimpered.

“Where have you been?!” Was the first thing he growled out as he closed the door was slammed shut, pushing your back against it as he clawed at your shoulders in a tight grip, startling you so that you dropped your bags, ‘’Why did you leave me?!” He started to feel paranoid, for all he knows you would have contacted the cops. He locked the door, eyes piercing down at you and his nostrils flaring with the heavy breaths he was taking.

You didn't understand his reaction. Didn't he see that you were trying to be good for him?, "J-jimin please... you're hurting me." You said feeling his nails dig into your shoulder. With tears falling and fear in your eyes, you mumbled, "I just wanted to make you breakfast..."

Jimin’s lower lip was clamped between his teeth, so hard it almost drew blood. He had issues with his temper, and even if he heard your intentions, he was still.. So angry, “Babygirl, you can’t leave the house without me. Not with the way you look… it will draw unnecessary attention towards us, and they could take you away from me.” He looked at you, his eyes softening at your cries. He pulled you in for a hug, his bloody knuckles staining your clothes, “You promised you’d be my good girl, right?” He was trembling, with both anger and worry, his voice still stern.

His still stern voice didn't ease your fear, even though he also hugged you. When he released his arms around you, the bloody knuckles were made visible to you. You gasped and with care took one of his hands in yours and tried to meet his gaze, "I-I'm sorry Jiminie. I want to be your good girl, I really do. I'm so so sorry." Your voice broke, "I don't want anyone to take me away from you. Promise you won't let anyone take me!" You cried, tears streaming down your cheeks, feeling guilty because he had hurt himself because of you.

His eyes looked sad, as if you broke his heart, “You need to listen to me, my love.” His eyes squinted with frustration, holding your hand in his as he presses kisses against your cheek, “How can I trust you when you sneak out without me?” He kisses down to your neck, before landing a harsh bite that’ll leave a mark, “Now I have to teach you a lesson again...” he sighed, he didn’t want to keep punishing you. But it was necessary, or you would learn that it’s okay to defy him.

You instinctively tried to jump away when Jimin bit your neck, but it was useless. His hold on you was too strong. Of course you wanted his trust, but not his lessons, "Jiminie, please" you sobbed, "I won't do it again, I will behave."

But to no avail. You saw no mercy in Jimin's eyes...

Jimin shook his head, clicking his tongue before letting you go, “Take off your clothes.” He said coldly while he was picking up the bags of groceries, leaving it on the kitchen table as he waited for you to follow his instructions, “And get on your knees.”

It was as if you had two different sides. One part of you wanted to oblige to everything Jimin said, to prove worthy of his love. But then there was also a part of you that felt wronged. You hadn't done anything other than wanting to make Jimin happy, why should you be punished for that? Your thoughts made you hesitate, and therefore you didn't get down on your knees fast enough...

Jimin felt impatient, and his hands roughly pressed on your shoulders to force you down on your knees in front of him, “When I say get on your knees, you get on your knees, babygirl.”

You stumbled down, and felt bruises beginning to take form on your knees from the rough treatment. The part of you that felt wronged grew, so when Jimin took a hold of your face you instantly snatched your head away from him.

Jimin crouched down, once more grabbing your jaw between his fingers, nails digging into your cheeks, “What’s going on with you today?” He stared into your eyes, eyebrows drawn together in frustration, “Since when did you become such a bad girl? Where did my good girl go? The one that obeys me and makes me proud?”

You have no choice but to look Jimin in the eyes, disappointment in you evident. It made you whimper. You didn't really want to, but you knew it would be worse for you if you didn't comply. If this was what you had to do to gain his trust, so be it, "I'll be good daddy." You said while waiting for your punishment.

Jimin smiles, satisfied with your answer, “That’s the girl I love.”

He roughly let go of your jaw, standing up straight in front of you. “Take off my belt, and hand it to me. I’m not helping you.”

You set your gaze on Jimin's growing erection. With unsteady hands you grasp his buckle, feeling Jimin's eyes on you -watching your every move. Since your fingers are shaking it takes a few tries for you to get the buckle open. When you do, you carefully drag the belt out from his jeans and hand it to him. When you meet his eyes again... well, you feel like a prey ready to be devoured.

He tightly grasps the belt in his hand, a wicked smile on his face, “Get up,” he kicks at you with his foot, “Go and put your hands against the wall, and arch your back, show me your pretty little ass.”, He snaps the belt against his palm like a whip, tongue swiping across his teeth. It was time for your punishment.

Your legs wobble a bit when you try to stand up, but you do as Jimin says. Put your shaking hands against the wall and bend down making your ass stand out. And then you wait, whimpering, for what's to come.

“Such a well behaved babygirl for me.”, He cooed as he sauntered over to stand behind you. He doesn’t touch you, simply lets you stand there for a moment, exposed and unknowing of what’s coming and when, “You must be so embarrassed that you dared to disobey, hmm? Tell me how sorry you are.”

You whimper again, really feeling exposed in this position and also vulnerable not being able to see what Jimin is doing. With a stutter you say, "I-I just wanted to make you happy daddy. I'm sorry, I didn't think about how dangerous the outside world is, I'll never go without your permission again daddy. I promise to be obedient." While hoping this will make him ease his punishment for you.

Jimin didn’t care about your apology, he just wanted to hear your high pitched cries, relishing in how embarrassed you were to be exposed to him like this. His cock throbbed in his pants at the view, “Good... now be a good girl and don’t move an inch.”

He knows it’d be hard for you to stand like that for too long, because he wants you to fail, so he could punish you more. He whips the belt once more, this time the leather smacking against your ass, hard, immediately leaving a bruise on your skin.

You scream out loud at the feeling of Jimin’s belt against your skin. Instantly you must focus to keep your legs from giving up, "It hurts daddy" you cry.

Jimins cock throbs once more at the sounds you make, he palms himself through his pants with one hand as the other whips the belt against the plump of your ass once more, “You deserve it, don’t you? Tell me you’ve been a bad girl.”

The marks on your ass were stinging with pain. Your legs start to fail you, and you realize that you won't be able to hold them up much longer, "Daddy, I've been such a bad girl, I'm sorry. I'll always do as you say from now on, I promise!’" You try to turn your head to face Jimin and plead with him.

He loves the way your tears trickle down your cheeks, his smile sparkled with pride. His eyes were dilated with lust for you, and he steps closer, wrapping the belt around your throat with one hand as he smacks your ass with the other, pushing your chest against the wall as he pulls your neck back to lay your head on his shoulder, “I love you babygirl. You’re taking the punishment so well…. Do you want a reward? Hm? How badly do you want it?”

Jimin's belt around your neck makes you gasp for air, so much so that you start to see black spots in the outskirts of your vision. The pain is almost unbearable, but somewhere inside you feel yourself liking the rough treatment. This was Jimin’s way of showing love. After all, he only did this to protect you from your own stupid decisions, "I-I want a reward daddy, please, I'll do anything for you." You try to say while gasping for air.

Jimin had a wolfish grin on his face, letting the belt fall freely still attached to your neck, giving you his full attention with both hands as he snakes his hands around your torso to cup your breasts, playing with your nipples roughly, pinching them as he licks your cheek, ‘’My best girl, you finally earned your reward…’’ His voice was raspy with lust, rutting against your ass with his prominent bulge, making a point out of what exactly this reward was going to be.

You feel the blood rushing, making your cheeks red and you almost feel feverish. It's as if you have no control over your body, and you can't help the moan slipping out when Jimin cups your breasts and licks your cheek. His hard erection makes you wet. Lust takes over and all you can think about is that you want to feel him inside you again, "Jimin, daddy, p-please, I need you."

‘‘Again, baby? You’re so needy, I fucking love it...” He kisses down your neck, his hand travelling down to cup your pussy, his fingers teasing between your soppy folds, ‘‘What do you need, baby? Tell me, and I might give it to you.”

You want to oblige, but the words you think Jimin wants to hear feel so foreign in your mouth. But you try to put that aside and focus on the pleasure you feel from Jimin's fingers,  "I-I want to feel you inside daddy." You moan loudly when his fingers continuously tease you, "It felt so good, so... uh... good daddy, when you came in last night. Please give it to me again. D-don't you want me daddy?"

Jimin nods hurriedly, sweat forming on his forehead as he can’t keep the smile on his lips away, his hands once again travelling from your pussy to remove his pants completely, unbuttoning his shirt so it reveals his glistening torso, letting the shirt hang freely, clinging to his biceps, “Arch your back, love, show me your pretty little pussy.’’

Your dripping pussy is on display, but you're both so emotionally dried out and physically tired that you don't care about the bit of embarrassment you really feel. You turn your head, catching a glimpse of Jimin looking like a predator in his ace. Like last night, Jimin doesn't care to prepare you with his fingers. You feel the tip of his cock nudge your pussy and moan out, "Oh my god, daddy, please I just need you inside me now." You say as you try to push yourself closer to him.

“Hush, babygirl, be patient,” he smiles as he speaks, his wolfish grin never ceasing as he finally gives you want you need with a harsh thrust of his hips, filling you up with his cock in one stroke, “Ah, fuck…you’re so delicious.” He bites his lower lip, keeping his hips still as he enjoys simply feeling your tight warmth embrace his length.

Jimin’s hard thrust makes you gasp for air. You are still sore from last night, but you've come to enjoy the pain, "You feel so good inside me Jiminie, a-aah." Even though he just punished you for not being obedient, you ignore his words about being "patient" as you whimper and try to wiggle your ass to make him move.

His palm lands flat with a smack on your bruised ass when you move, his hands moving back to grasp your hips so roughly that his nails were drawing blood from your skin, pulling his cock out of you, “Are you going to be a bad girl again?” He loved the mutual pining he tortured himself and you with. He wanted to fuck you dumb right fucking now, but making you suffer and whine was one of his favorite guilty pleasures.

It feels as if your legs are giving up. If it weren't for Jimin's painfully digging fingers on your hip holding you up, you'd probably already be on the floor. Your bruised ass and Jimin's cock leaving you makes tears once again form in your eyes, "No, I'm sorry s-sir, I'll be still, be a good girl." You try to steady yourself, face against the wall, waiting, just to prove it, "C-Can I get my reward now?"

“Ahh, good girl,” he cooes, pushing himself back into you, instantly beginning a brutal phase of fucking his fat cock into you, no regards towards how weak your legs must be by now, pushing your chest against the wall and a tight hold on your hips to keep you up. Every thrust causes your body to jolt forward and smack against the wall with a thud.

It feels as if you're going to pass out in any moment, both from pain but also the immense amount of pleasure you feel from Jimin's rough thrusts. You're nearing your edge. Just one small push. Maybe you've learnt your lesson after all, because instead of doing what your body begs you to, rub your clit, you ask for permission, "Sir, please you feel too good, aa-h I'm so close. Oh, sir please make me cum. I want to cum with you inside me." No longer caring about the foul words leaving your mouth.

Jimin pushes himself as close to you as possible, fucking into you in such a way that it was as if he was trying to fuse himself with you, his heavy breath fanning your neck as he kisses it softly, a big contrast to the way he’s fucking into you, “Such a good babygirl asking so nicely,” he keeps kissing below your ear, his low moans so needy, one of his hands snaking down to rub your clit in precise, swift circles, “Cum around my cock, my love, please.”

He wasn’t a begging type of guy, but saying please made his insides stir, making you feel like you were needed, an illusion of you having even a small amount of power over him.

Hearing Jimin beg and his expert hands on your clit is all it takes for you to let go and cum. You can't help but scream when the ecstasy spreads through your body. Your legs are finally giving up, you're like a doll in Jimin's hands. Despite not having any energy left, you still feel the immense need to be good for Jimin. As your pussy is clutching around his cock you say, "Sir, p-please I want to feel you cum inside. Fill me up, o-oh sir, put a baby in me and show everyone who I belong to."

Jimin moans loudly at your words, his hand on your clit moving up to wrap around your throat as his hips piston into you, greedy and needy to chase his own high, your cunt squeezing him so tight that it takes merely minutes for him to reach his peak, hips stuttering as he pushes his cock as deep inside of you as physically possible, filling you up with his cum, “I’m hoping you get pregnant, my babygirl... I’m going to cum inside of you every single day until you’re swollen with my child. Fuck, I love you so much...” he slowly rocks his hips back and forth, his cum forced to dribble out of you from his movements as he whimpers from oversensitivity, guiding your lips to his in a sweet kiss.

With the last bit of energy you have, you meet his lips. Thinking about Jimin’s words and feeling his cum roll down the inside of your legs, you feel quite pleased. The prospect of having Jimin’s child, being bound to him forever, once would have made you terrified but now... makes you feel safe and loved. He would take care of you, both of you if it led to that. When the lust at last fades away, you take more notice of how sticky you are, "Jiminie" You mumble, "Can you help me shower?"

He picks you up in his arms, kissing your face as he walks into the bathroom. He turns on the shower, still holding you in his arms as he hugs you, “Babygirl, you’ve done so well today.”

You thrive at the praise Jimin gives you… When you're both clean, even though you'd much rather go to sleep again, you go to the almost forgotten bag with groceries you bought before. It's still daytime, maybe you'll make lunch with it instead of breakfast? You think to yourself, "Jiminie." You say, turning around to see him standing behind you with watchful eyes, "Oh, uhm, I bought strawberries. Thought I'd make pancakes, well if you'd like?" You smile timidly.

Jimin tilted his head to the side, eyes flickering between you and the grocery bags. A smile pulled on his lips, eyes squinting as he reached out to touch your cheek, very gently this time, “I’d love that. But no sharp tools.’’

You melt under Jimin's gentle touch, "I'll be careful, I promise" you say, a big smile adorning your face. Now determined to make the best pancakes ever, you get right into it. After a short while you hear Jimin leave the room.

Another few minutes pass by when suddenly you hear a serial of hard knocks on the front door, and somebody screaming your name. You recognize that voice as your best friend Jungkook. Immediately you go to the front door, unlock and open it, "Y/N!" Jungkook says, relief evident in his voice, "Oh my god, why haven't you called me?! You've been gone for months! Just leaving without a trace!"

The relief slowly turned into anger, "I almost thought you'd died." Jungkook continues,  "And then Yoongi said he saw you here in the supermarket, so I asked around until I found this house. Y/N, why did you just leave?.. You know what, It doesn't matter, come with me now!"

You're struggling to find your words, when you feel a strong presence behind you...

‘‘Who’s this?” Jimin’s strong frame was standing behind you, his hands landing on your hips to pull you closer to him. His eyes were fixed on Jungkook, he knew exactly who it was, and he remembers he really, really isn’t fond of him.

Jungkook stares at Jimin’s hand on your hip, then looks up and meets Jimin’s eyes, "A better question is, who are you?!" Jungkook says, then looks to you for guidance.

 "U-uhm." You stutter. "K-kookie, this, ehm, is m-my boyfriend, Jimin. Haven't you met, uh, before?"

Jungkook looks skeptically at Jimin, "Oh, now I remember. You're that jerk that followed Y/N around. Boyfriend, you say? Uh-huh, don't think so." Jungkook says before taking a hard grip on your forearm, preparing to drag you away from Jimin.

Jimin’s hand flies faster than you could blink to wrap around Jungkook’s wrist, his nostrils flaring and eyes glaring at where Jungkook’s hand is touching what is his. How dare he touch his babygirl? ‘‘She wants to be here. Let go.”

Jimin's strong, but so is Jungkook. With a massive force and speed Jungkook rips his wrist from the elders grip, takes a hold of you with his other hand and drags you so hard that you stumble right into his chest, "Wants to be here my ass! You're the reason Y/N disappeared! I knew she wouldn't just leave me!" Jungkook screams, with you now tightly secured against his front.

Jimin was getting angrier, and you knew that he had a hard time controlling himself if he got angry enough, ‘“Leaving YOU?! She was never yours to begin with!” Jimin laughs mockingly, eyes blown wide with craze. He takes a step closer, hand reaching out for you, “Tell him babygirl, you want to be here with me, don’t you?”

"Ha! So you mean to tell me that she suddenly left everything, for you, whom she just the days before told me she was scared of!? You're lying, and Y/N is coming with me. And don't be delusional, she was always mine.", Jungkook growls. You try to wiggle your way out of Jungkook’s grip, when you do you catch a glimpse of Jimin’s eyes. The craze swirling in them makes you scared, not so much of him, just for what he could do if he was further provoked. You feel the strong need to comfort him, assure him, of course you're his and with him is where you should be…right?

Jimin took another step forward, his hand reaching out for you, eyes fixated in a tunnel vision for you, but keeping his attention on Jungkook, “She loves me. She loves ME.” His lips were trembling, the thought of losing you and seeing Jungkook touch you was driving him towards madness, “Don’t touch my babygirl...” his voice was calm, but his eyes were growing frantic, about to snap at any second.

You tried to get out of Jungkook’s hold, you really did, but you were still so weak, and his grip was too strong, "Jungkook, please let me go." You beg, knowing Jimin was reaching his limit, "Jungkook, I want to be here! And I do love him.. I love Jimin!"

Jimin felt himself calm down slightly at your words, finally getting close enough to grab your arm to pull you towards himself. Jungkook hesitantly let you slip from his grasp. Jimin hugged you, breathing in your scent as he whispered in your ear, “Please tell him to leave, or I don’t know what I’ll do.”

Your heart is beating fast as you obey, "Jungkook, thank you for looking out for me, but really I'm fine. You can go home now, it's okay!"

Jungkook doesn't trust you, it's clear in his eyes. He looks at Jimin and says, "You're going to pay for what you've done to her."

You feel Jimin start to shake with anger, his body vibrating against yours… Suddenly, you noticed the sound of sirens coming closer and closer...

Jimin freezes at the sound of sirens, his heart pounding, and his grip around you tightening. This couldn’t be happening! “You!” Jimin snarled at Jungkook, “You got the police involved?! Huh?” He laughed as if this was funny, but he was shaking in anger, eyes frantic, “Do you really think they will believe you? She’s gonna tell them the truth! That she loves me!” He looks down at you with quivering eyes, “Right babygirl?”

Your eyes are big with shock, the police are coming?

"I-I love you Jimin." you say but the confusion you feel makes it sound hesitant.

"I saw the bruise on her neck." Jungkook says, ignoring your words, and you automatically move your hand to your neck where the bite mark from the earlier punishment is evident.

"And I'm sure they will find even more marks on her body.. It's okay Y/N, He's not going to hurt you anymore." Jungkook says once again reaching for you, the sirens sounding just outside now.

Jimin flinched at the uncertain tone of your voice, his hands cupping your face, “You do love me. You can’t let them take me…” his voice grew desperate, his anger fuming up again, “Fuck!” He let go of your face to hold you in his arms, moving so that he was shielding you from Jungkook, “Don’t fucking take her away from me again.”, He was saying this out in the air, towards nobody. His body was clinging on to yours, refusing to let go.

You feel as if you're watching the events that happen from a different perspective, not really comprehending what's going on. Jimin’s arms felt like he was going to crush you, that’s how strong his hold was.

Then suddenly, someone tries to drag you away, but Jimin doesn't let go, more policemen come -together trying to separate you and Jimin. After a struggling push and pull, they eventually succeed. You hear Jungkook calling your name from somewhere, but more clearly than anything you hear a furious scream erupting from Jimin’s throat as they take him away from you.

Jimin fights back, the policemen struggling to keep him down, needing three to four men to keep him in control as they pull him towards the police car, cuffing his hands behind his back, “Baby! Say something! Fuck!” His eyes flicker over to Jungkook, crazed as he laughs, “You are gonna regret this! She’s never gonna love you like she loves me! And she will crawl straight back to me as soon as she gets the chance!” Jimin cooes, smiling as he gets shoved into the car. His eyes focus back on you, mouthing ‘I love you’ before the car takes him away. This was the last time you saw Jimin for a long while.

~~~

"Shouldn't you at least eat something?” Jungkook asks, not really expecting an answer. Weeks have passed since they took Jimin away, and you still don't know how to comprehend what had happened. You just feel... empty. Jungkook made you stay at his place, scared of what you'd do if left alone. You go to therapy, ‘stockholm syndrome’, the doctors explained. But that's not what you're thinking about now. In your hands you hold a pregnancy test, showing two lines, "I'm pregnant with Jimin's child." You say out loud.

~

Jimin was staring out the window, he’s been in prison for weeks now. They forced him to be evaluated, endless therapist sessions and anger management. If he behaved well, he would be released within a few months. Jimin knew this, he was an excellent actor, and a charming face. He played along, becoming the model student of good behavior as he counted down the days before he could finally come back to you. He’s been working out often to keep his mood swings in check, his one of few outlets for his energy. He sighs, combing his fingers through his hair before being called for his next anger management session.

Just a little bit longer.

~

You're on your way home from the latest therapy session. The doctor says that you've made progress. Told you, and made you repeat to yourself, that what Jimin did to you was wrong. He didn't love you; it was just an unhealthy obsession. You've said it so many times now that you almost believe it. As the months have passed, your baby bump has grown to be more and more apparent. You still live with Jungkook. A few weeks ago he proposed to you, promising to be a good father to your child. You said yes, to make him happy, and a ring now adorned your finger. You feel raindrops starting to fall, hurrying home.

Failing to notice the shadow that followed you.

~

Jimin was finally released yesterday, and ever since he got out his main focus was to find you.

And he did. Easily. It was a piece of cake for him.

It was a rainy night when he decided to stalk you throughout the evening. You looked healthier. Fuller. You were gorgeous. His babygirl was beautiful. The rain was starting to pour down, he pulled the hood over his head as he slowly followed you to your new home that he recognized as Jungkook’s. His temper was already running low. But he wasn’t surprised.

The rain had started to pour, so you were dripping when you came in through the front door, "Y/N?" Jungkook shouted from the living room. "Yes, I'm home." You took off your wet coat and shoes, when you heard a gentle knock on the front door. Without hesitation you opened it, and the face that met yours almost made you faint right on the spot...

“Babygirl...” Jimin smiled when you opened the door, the familiar pet name rolling off his lips as he took a step inside, inviting himself. His hair had grown longer, curly locks framing his angelic face, his body firmer from working out. His gaze quickly fell down to your baby bump, his eyes squinting and eyebrows furrowing. He didn’t say anything, as if expecting you to explain yourself.

You can't believe your eyes. The pet name makes you shiver, your legs feel weak and you can barely hold yourself up. How could he be here? The shock makes you stutter, "J-jimin?" Your hands, with the engagement ring visible, automatically go to protect your round belly. But it's as if the months of therapy sessions just disappeared, and your need to please Jimin washed over you as if he never left. You see the question in his eyes and make yourself answer, "I-I'm pregnant." You take a deep breath, "It's yours".

“Mine?” Jimin whispers, almost as if in disbelief. He takes a step forward to you, hand reaching out for your baby bump, “I’m going to be a father…” a smile curled on his lips, he took another step forward to put his hands on yours, lifting up the one with the engagement ring on it, examining it with a growing frown and confusion, “What’s this? You’re married?” Jimin touched you so casually, as if you still belonged to him, and you could see his gaze darkening while he’s waiting for you to respond.

Somewhere there's a voice inside you telling you to get the hell away from Jimin, but you also know that it wouldn't matter. He'd just hold harder onto you. You curse the ring on your finger, trying to come up with some sort of explanation. Your mouth is dry and you struggle to form words, "N-no, it was, uh just, you know... Jungkook, he..." But you don't get any further. You hear someone enter the hallway and see Jimin's pupils widen with anger at the person behind you.

“Jeon Jungkook.” Jimin spat out his words, still holding on to your hand as he lifted it up higher to show off the ring, “You married him? After being the very person who had me taken away from you?!” Jimin stared down at you, his grasp around your hand tightening.

You gasp, his grip on your hand hurting, "No, no no Jiminie." You beg. "I-I’m not married. I promise, I'm not!" Your eyes search for his, pleading for forgiveness.

"She may not be married to me yet, but she will be." Jungkook voices behind you, "Now let go of her. Want me to call the police again?"

Jimins attention is shifted from you to Jungkook, he lifts your hand to his lips to press a soft kiss on it, as if reassuring you that this will be over soon, before letting you go, “Do you really think prison will stop me?” Jimin starts to saunter closer to Jungkook, a smile growing on his face and his eyes widening in a craze, “I’m just gonna keep coming back. Why? Because my babygirl needs me.”

He stops, pressing chest to chest with Jungkook, gaze piercing through him, “She needs her baby daddy. And you couldn’t replace me even if you tried. It’s always gonna be me.”

You don't know what to do. How can you stop Jimin? ... or do you even want to? Jungkook’s hands turn into hard fists. He would not let this crazy man take you, "You really are delusional. I've taken care of her all this time you've been away! She's even said yes to marry me!" Jungkook smirks. "She's got a new daddy now."

Jimin's eye twitched, he hated when people called him delusional, he had full awareness, he knew exactly what he was doing and how he was feeling… it was just much stronger.

He cracked his knuckles as well, his smile faltering into a thin line and a cold expression, “You’re gonna regret having such a big mouth, Jeon.” Jimin didn’t give Jungkook even half a second before he hurled a fist towards his jaw with a loud crack. Jungkook was strong, but Jimin was faster.

The crack Jungkook’s jaw makes as Jimin punches him makes your blood turn into ice. You understand that if you don't do anything now, Jimin might actually kill him. You throw yourself in front of Jungkook, now lying on the floor, get down on your knees and dip your head against Jimin's shoes and the floor, "Please Jimin. Don't." Tears are falling from your eyes as you beg, "I'll go with you again, just let him be.. I'm yours, please!" You say as you continue to sob.

Jimin remains expressionless as he watches you cry by his feet, crouching down to grab your chin, guiding your face to look up at him with your glossy eyes, “Babygirl, I know you’re mine.” he pauses to wipe your tears with his thumb, “you know I don’t let anybody get away without punishment… he deserves it, doesn’t he? He took me away from you for such a long time.”

Jimins hand against your cheek feels oddly comforting, even in this situation. You search for the right words to say. Even though you've never loved Jungkook, you do care about him and you know that Jimin's punishment would break him beyond repair. "I-It was my fault, I'm sorry! If I just would've stayed inside this wouldn't have happened. Punish me, not him, oh please...!"

Jungkook grumbles behind you, "No Y/N, don't. I can take him."

Jimin ignored your pleas, simply giving you a soft, deep kiss that had you gasping. He’s missed your lips, and they tasted even better with an audience. He withdrew to stand back up, circling around you to stand above Jungkook, “You can take me, you say… you know what else you said?” Jimin now crouched down next to Jungkook, grabbing his throat and pulling him up in a sitting position, nails digging into his throat, “That I’m delusional. Hah! Who’s the delusional one here, truly?” He squeezes tighter, “You thought she loved you? Do you see how she crumbled right in front of my feet as soon as I called her babygirl? You’re nothing to her... I’m EVERYTHING.”

"It's just because she's scared. She doesn't know what she's saying." Jungkook dismisses, but not feeling as confident anymore. The blow Jimin gave him before and the tight grip Jimin now has around his throat, slowly making him lose consciousness.

Jimin lets go of his throat, not wanting him unconscious just yet. He pulls Jungkook by the collar of his shirt to stand up, and roughly drags him to a chair. He reached in his back pocket for a rope he’d brought with him and tied him tightly to it, giving his cheek a mocking pat, “I’ll show you just how much she loves me.” Jimin smiled wickedly, waving his hand to beckon you to come to him as he takes a few steps back.

“Babygirl.”

Your legs are too weak to stand, so when Jimin beckons you start to crawl to him on your knees. Suddenly a memory flash by from months before

‘And she will crawl straight back to me as soon as she gets the chance!’

Jimin was right, he's always right. On all four you crawl slowly, your heavy stomach weighing you down. You reach Jimin's feet, sit up on your knees, hands in your lap, head slowly lifting to meet his eyes. And then you wait.

“What a good girl,” Jimin cooed approvingly, his hand stroking the top of your head as he positions himself so that Jungkook has a clear view from the side, your obedient eyes staring up at him waiting for instructions. Jimin glances over at Jungkook with a wolfish grin, “Babygirl,” he says without even looking down at you, keeping his eyes in Jungkook, “Daddy wants his cock sucked.”

You feel Jungkook’s hard stare on you as you get on with Jimin's order. As always in the presence of Jimin your hands shake, but you do manage to open his buckle and zipper. He's already hard when you pull out his cock from his jeans, making a tentative squeeze.

"Y/N." Jungkook groans, weak from the rough treatment. "Don't do what he tells you. He's sick, just run when you can. I'll come for you and the baby."

“My baby.” Jimin growls as his eyes travel back down to you, “She’s always gonna belong to me, and so will our child.” His fingers grasp your hair, tugging you closer to his cock, “I’m her everything, isn’t that right?”

You spare Jungkook a careful glance, before you look up to Jimin and nod, "I-I belong only to you s-sir."

Jungkook’s hands turn into fists but he's too weak to do anything other than watch… Jimin’s hands hold you into place while you grab his cock with both hands, guiding the tip to your mouth, still looking Jimin straight in the eyes.

��‘Beautiful, baby.” Jimin smiles, his expression filled with affection, he almost looked harmless, ‘‘Show him how well you can choke on my cock… I bet you never took Jungkook as well as you did me.’‘

He assumed the two of you had an intimate relationship during his absence, the thought of it infuriating, but it only fuels his fire to give Jungkook the nastiest show he’s ever gonna witness.

You give Jimin’s length one tentative lick, tasting the precum in your mouth. Jimin takes a harder grip on your head and pushes you closer, demonstrating once again that he doesn't want it gentle. So you spit on his cock, spreading it with your hands. Then you open your mouth as wide as you can, and take in as much of him as possible, ignoring that it's triggering your gag-reflex and makes tears stream down your face.

Jimin’s lips fell open with a breathy moan, his hips taking over slowly as he starts to fuck into your mouth, a hard grasp tugging at your hair, ‘’Look,’’ Jimin glares at Jungkook with a crazed smile, ‘’Look how fucking desperate she is to please me…fuuck, she feels so good…’’

Jungkook doesn't want to see this, but can't make himself look away. Your eyes glistening with tears, Jimin's cock disappearing down your throat, lewd slurping sounds leaving your mouth.

No, Jungkook thinks to himself, you never were this desperate for him.

Jimin finally saw Jungkook’s eyes focused on you, seeing the pain in his eyes, slowly breaking his spirit. It turned Jimin on even more, continuously fucking his cock down your throat for a few more thrusts before pulling your head back, your needy whines of protest fill the room at the loss of his length in your mouth, ‘’My love, get undressed for me….’’

The lingering taste of Jimin in your mouth makes your arousal grow. Your breath is quick. Tears and saliva cover your face, but you don't care. You gather your strength to stand up. Both Jimin and Jungkook follow your movements without blinking even once. You start off with your jumper and bra, then your jeans and underwear in one sweep, throwing them on the floor, embarrassment making your cheeks even more red. Hands once again going to your pregnant belly.

‘‘Gorgeous,” Jimin praises you as his hands reach to remove your hands from your belly, giving himself access to place his palms on your swollen stomach, ‘‘I made this.’‘

He smiled, crouching down to softly place loving kisses against your bump. A temporary moment of affection, something he knows to do, the manipulation of your emotions, making himself seem so harmless. And in a twisted way, he was. He’d never hurt you more than he had to, ‘‘I put this inside of you.”

You gasp when Jimin crouches down before you. Seeing Jimin being so lovingly makes tears form in your eyes, for a whole other reason than before. He does love you, you're sure of it, everyone else is wrong.

Jimin smirked, placing one last kiss against your swollen bump before standing up, circling behind you to turn you so that you’re facing Jungkook, still standing. His hands snake around you to palm your breasts, ‘’Even your tits have grown, babygirl,’’ He kisses at your neck, thumbs rubbing over your nipples. He wanted you so desperate, so wet and needy until your legs were unable to keep you up, traumatizing the man in front of them for life.

You can't bring yourself to care about Jungkook anymore. Jimin's right, it was Jungkook’s fault that you were taken away from him. Jungkook almost made your baby grow up without their father. What were you thinking, accepting his marriage proposal?

You place your head on Jimin's shoulder, moaning at the feeling of his arms around you, fingers touching every corner of your body, "Ahh, d-daddy, please, I've missed you for so, ugh, so long."

‘‘It’s been a while, my love,’‘ Jimin growls into your ear, giving you a long wet lick with a flattened tongue, a common move of his against your neck to claim you, keeping one hand playing with your breast as the other moves down to cup your cunt.

You move your neck to the side, giving Jimin even more room to do as he please, wanting to be marked by him even more. His expert fingers are just teasing you, not nearly enough to make you orgasm. You feel Jimin's erection touching your lower back. "P-please, don't tease me. I need to feel you a-again. Haven't you missed me? Aa-h, wasn't it lonely in prison without me?" You say, hoping to make him as desperate as you are. Hearing the almost forgotten Jungkook groan at your words.

“Oh, I missed your little pretty pussy so much babygirl, you have no idea how many times I fucked my hand, wishing it was this,” he slid a finger inside of you, pumping it in and out as he groaned at the wet noises made, “But don’t be greedy, love… I’m taking my time with you tonight... and...” Jimin stares at Jungkook, “He seems to rather enjoy the show by now.”

Jungkook couldn't help the groan that slipped out. It was just so sinfully arousing watching you, his childhood love, naked, sweaty and driven by lust, dirty sounds he never heard from you before now leaving your mouth. But it also made his heart break, because after all, he wasn't the one making you feel this way.

“Look him in the eye, babygirl…” Jimins fingers dig deeper, curling them to fuck his fingers against your sweet spot, “He fucking loves it, and he said I’m the one with issues… I wonder how badly he wants to fuck you right now.”

You struggle to open your eyes, the feeling of Jimin's fingers against your sweet spot making it hard for you to focus on anything other than the lust you feel. Afraid that your legs will give up, you hold on to Jimin’s arms to try and steady yourself, nails digging into his skin. That's when your eyes finally meet Jungkook’s, tied hands holding on to the chair so hard it might break. You moan loader.

Jimin keeps pumping his fingers into you until your pussy is dripping down his fingers and the floor, his own breath getting heavier with need as he ruts his cock against your ass, “Your pussy is gripping my fingers so tight babygirl, are you gonna cum? Hmm? Cum on my fingers and I promise I’ll fuck you so good with my cock.”

As if your body is as in tune with Jimin's commands as your head are, that is all it takes for you to cum, gripping Jimin's fingers even tighter. Your nails make a mark on Jimin's arms as you scream in ecstasy, not caring about anyone hearing. You fall down as your knees fold themselves, lying sweaty and fucked out on the floor.

Jimin lets you drop to the floor with a thud, heavy breathing and moans vibrating in his throat as he examines the bloody scratches on his arms, watching it drip down his arm, “Ah, babygirl has claws…”

He dropped to his knees, forcefully positioning you on all fours while facing Jungkook as he puts you ass up against his crotch, aligning his cock with your soppy entrance, “Tell me how much you missed my fat cock, Y/N.”

Jimin's manhandling of your body and foul words makes something stir in you again, even though you are so incredibly exhausted. But of course, what he wants, you want to give him. Your throat is sore both from Jimin fucking it rough earlier and from all the screams you've made, and therefore your voice is hoarse when you whimper, "Pl-lease, oh sir, I will always behave for you, just let me feel your cock inside." 

Jimin wastes no time, driving his hips forward to fill you up with his length, “I’ve missed this pussy so much,” he groans, his hands gripping at your waist, a familiar feeling that brings back memories to you from the very day he fucked you dumb in his kitchen before he was taken away, “When was the last time Jeon got to fuck my babygirl, huh? He looks awfully needy for you.”

You moan, feeling Jimin so deep inside you. Even though he prepared you with his fingers, you feel a slight sting when he enters. Seeing Jungkook turning his face away in shame you answer,

"O-hh, I-I didn't let him, no, he was n-never inside. Only you d-daddy, only you!"

You'd kissed Jungkook of course, touched each other intimately sometime. But you always ended it. Even though therapy made you say, and for some time think, otherwise, deep down you always knew that you were Jimin's.

“You didn’t even fuck her!” Jimin laughed mockingly, his hips roughly snapping against you, the skin of his pelvis smacking against your ass and your body bouncing with every thrust, “Hear that? The sweet sound of her pussy getting filled with my fat cock, she’s squeezing me so hard.” He’s taunting deliberately, loving the suffering and confused arousal he’s putting Jungkook through. He loved putting on a show.

Even though Jungkook now looks away from the sight of you, there's no way for him to escape the sounds coming from you and Jimin. He curses himself for not being able to control his arousal. But how could he? He'd imagined you naked like this for so long, thinking you'd come to him one day when you were ready. Oh, how wrong he was.

 "S-sir." You whimper. "I'm coming again, ohh my god please."

“Cum on my cock, my love, you’re doing so well,” Jimin praises you, savagely fucking you as he groans out his words, “’m gonna c-cum, gonna fill your pretty little pussy up... fuck, it’s been so long, I missed you so much.”

He no longer cared about Jungkook’s presence, focusing on the way your cunt squeezed around him like a vice grip, sweat dripping down his neck, “I can’t wait to make you pregnant again when you’ve given birth to our child, Y/N”

"Aaah, y-yes sir, p-please!" You moan. Your arms can't hold you up any longer, so you fall face down on the floor. Jimin keeps holding your ass up, pumping you so hard you almost feel as if you're going to break. And oh how you love it. For the second time tonight you feel ecstasy flow through your body, clamping down on Jimin's cock so hard it's almost hard for him to move, "Cum with me d-daddy, ah give it to me, please!" You beg.

Jimin has a bruising grip on your hips, his own mercilessly fucking into you, causing your entire body to jolt forward with every thrust, “Your pussy is squeezing me so tight,” he breathes out until he can no longer speak, a long drawn out moan echoing in the room as he cums, still moving his hips to ensure that you’ve taken every single drop of his cum.

There's a moment's feel of completeness as you sense Jimin coloring your insides white. Finally, you're back together again, "Mmh, never leave me again..." You mumble quietly. As your heartbeat begins to slow and it gets easier to breath, you look up, meeting Jungkook’s eyes once again. You see a tear in the corner of his eyes, and now when you're not clouded by lust you can't help the feel of shame that spreads through your body. Did he really deserve this?

“I’ll never leave, babygirl. Never.” Jimin cooes, slipping his cock out of you and pulling his pants back up again. He sits down on the floor, grabbing you to pull you close into his arms in an embrace, still naked and a mess. His hands gently smooth over your swollen stomach, his voice now smooth like honey, “I love you.” At this moment, it was unclear whether he was talking to you or the baby.

You must break your eye contact with Jungkook as Jimin embraces you, your face against his chest. When Jimin puts his hand on your baby pump, you put yours there too. It could have been a beautiful family picture, if you didn't consider the fact that you were a fucked-out mess, Jimin newly released from prison and then Jungkook bound up on the side, "Jiminie, w-what will we do now? What if the police come again?" You whisper and throw a nervous glance at Jungkook, "And what about Jungkook?"

Jimin grasped your chin and guided your lips to his in a soft kiss, “Trust me, babygirl. I’ll take care of everything.”

He glanced over at Jungkook, he won’t be saying a thing to the cops, because he won’t be around to.. No one was gonna ruin what he had with you.

You grasp your thrown away jumper and underwear, and put them on, not caring about them getting soiled. The cold stare Jimin gives Jungkook makes you worried, "Jimin." You say slowly, "What exactly are you planning to do?"

Even though deep down you probably already know the answer.

Jimin doesn’t look at you when he speaks, “Don’t worry about that, my love.” He takes slow steps towards Jungkook before crouching down to eye level with him, “He won’t bother us again. Now go ahead and draw us a bath meanwhile, hm?”

Your heartbeat quickens, and you hesitate. If you leave now, you're leaving Jungkook to his destiny, you know that. You look down on your baby bump. But then again, you need Jimin to be with you and your child. Your baby needs their father. And of course Jimin knows what's best, you conclude, "Y-yes, of course." You say as you lower your gaze, turn around and start to go to the bathroom, Jungkook’s hoarse voice calling out for you fading.

Jimin glanced over his shoulder until you were out of sight before staring down at Jungkook, untying him from the chair. Jungkook didn’t dare to move, his body weak and tired, and fear growing within him. Jimin pushes him off the chair so that he falls to the floor with a loud thud that could be heard all the way upstairs, “You will never come between us again.” Jimin mused to himself out loud as he straddled Jungkook’s chest, hands gently wrapping around his throat.

You try to ignore the sounds coming from downstairs by turning on the water to the bathtub, "It's okay." You mumble, stroking your stomach, "Your father will come soon, and he will always be with us from now on. We will be fine." But you can't stop a few teardrops escaping, falling down your cheeks.

Jimin squeezes Jungkook’s throat hard, “It’ll be over soon.” He whispered, gritting his teeth when Jungkook was clawing at his hands in the struggle for air, gasping and kicking loudly against the floor.

Jimin keeps his eyes focused on Jungkook’s, watching intently until the body below him slowly ceases to struggle, until the room is completely dead silent.

Jimin no longer had anything or anyone to stop him from having you. He got rid of the body eventually, before joining you upstairs for a bath, giving you a soft kiss on your head.

“Let me wash your hair, my love.”

~~~

A few years later…

The morning sun is shining bright through the windows of the living room, tiny dust floating in the air. It's quiet, the way it only is this early in the morning when it's just you awake,

"Mommy?" A small child’s voice behind you.

"Oh, hello my darling!" You say as you turn around. You take your son in your arms and lift him up, placing him on your hip. You shouldn't really be holding him, already having back problems from carrying your second child in your belly. Jimin wouldn't be happy if he saw, but you just can't help yourself, "You already awake Taemin? Should we go wake up daddy too?"

Your son nods excitedly, his smile a copy of his father's. You go to yours and Jimin's shared bedroom, the room he once prepared just for you, and place Taemin on the bed where Jimin lies.

"Daddy. Wake up!" Your son says, shaking his father. With sleep in his eyes, Jimin blinks, watching his son and then you. Love adorning his eyes. You may have had a shaky start, but you don't regret anything. You are exactly where you should, and always will, be. Right by Jimin's side.

Jimin stretched, a wide smile beaming on his entire face as he lifted up his son, carrying him in the air before hugging him tightly, eyes quickly traveling to you, “Good morning, babygirl.. Come here.” His eyes squinted as he smiled, feeling so happy that he finally had the life he wanted.

He had you, the love of his life, and a family that loved him more than anything.

He was needed, loved and forever swore to protect you with any means he deemed necessary.

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The Sky-High Mind Games: The Psychology of Being Cabin Crew

Flying is hard. Now imagine flying while handing out sandwiches, soothing crying babies, enforcing seatbelt laws like a law enforcer, and still smiling as if you mean it. Welcome to the mental Olympics of the cabin crew life.

Let’s get one thing straight: being a cabin crew isn’t just only about looking glamorous in a tailored and well pressed uniform while rolling a suitcase through the Airport Terminal as if you’re on a runway. Oh no my dear. It’s a delicate dance of diplomacy, disaster preparedness, and emotional endurance, all performed in a metal tube traveling at super speed, 42,000 feet in the air, filled with strangers who’ve lost the will to follow basic instructions.

Mood Management: Smiling While on Fire Emotionally

Passengers expect you to be cheerful, helpful, and composed, even if:

-You’ve just worked a red-eye flight with a toddler who kept playing Baby Shark dudududududududu—on repeat.

-Someone in 28D spilled red wine on your only clean shirt.

-Infligh WiFi is out of service, and now a businessman in 1A is experiencing the five stages of grief in real time.

Cabin crew are trained to regulate their emotions so well they could win Oscar awards. “Emotional labor,” psychologists call it. “Sky heroes,” I call it.

Situational Awareness: The Sixth Sense of Sky Service

A good cabin crew member can sense:

A passenger about to faint before they even know they’re about to faint.

Someone sneaking a forbidden bathroom visit during a turbulence weather.

A child plotting to kick the seat in front of them with vengeful precision.

They have the observational powers of a mother on guard , the reflexes of a cat, and the diplomacy of a U.N. ambassador. All while pretending not to notice that the guy seated at 36K is definitely watching something NSFW on his phone.

Conflict Resolution: Airborne Referees

Cabin crew routinely diffuse inflight tension that would make couples therapy look like a spa day therapy session.

Some real-life scenarios that are very common:

-Two passengers fighting over the middle armrest like it’s a championship belt. Really? Yes really! It happens quite a lot.

-Someone loudly explaining why masks as a station requirement are a government conspiracy, while sitting six inches from a stranger.

-A person refusing to switch their phone to flight mode mode because “it’s never that serious.”

Cabin crew handle it all with calm voices, neutral expressions, and internal monologues that probably sound like, “Not today, Ken-Karen. Not today.”

Memory Mastery: The Brain of an Elephant on Caffeine

They remember:

Which passenger asked for ginger ale with no ice and one with decaffeinated coffee with crushed ice and room temperature water.

Where the vegan meal went, whom it’s for and the time they’d like to have it.

Who pressed the call button because their overhead bin light wasn’t working… five rows back.

Meanwhile, half the plane can’t remember how to use a seatbelt despite a literal demonstration just barely minutes ago.

Time Travel: Jet Lagged but Still Mentally Present

Time zones? Forget about it. Cabin crew live in a parallel universe where breakfast is dinner, lunch is a midnight snack, and Wednesdays happen twice or thrice.

You wake up in Nairobi, eat lunch in Auckland , and go to bed in Bangkok, but your body still thinks it’s Monday in Doha. Yet somehow, you’re still supposed to smile and say, “Chicken with vegetable curry, Beef with potato gratin or Pasta rigatoni with parmesan cheese?” Then someone will say, “Give me fish.”

Fear Detection and Passenger Psychology

Cabin crew are part-time psychics. They know who’s afraid of flying before that person has even buckled their seatbelt. Their toolkit includes reassuring smiles, calm body language, and the phrase, “Turbulence is a completely normal thing” said in seventeen different soothing tones.

They’ve also mastered reading passenger types:

The Parrot: Will narrate their entire life story unless you escape with the drinks cart.

The Sloth: Head back, mouth open, drooling on your emergency exit demo.

The Worry Worrior: Asks if the wing is supposed to do that every ten minutes.

The Ken-Karen: Threatens to report crew to management, and demands to speak to Captain since they were informed chicken was no more, then demands a free upgrade to business or first class.

Final Boarding Call: Not Just Coffee and Cart Wheels

So, the next time a flight attendant greets you with a smile, remember that they’re not just there to hand you grissini and a bruschetta. They’re trained crisis managers, security officers, psychologists, health responders, and admirable patience champions. The friendly face you see in the aisle? It’s powered by caffeine, resilience, endurance and enough psychological training to write a dissertation on human behavior at cruising altitude.

Being cabin crew is like being in a reality show where the prize is survival, and the challenges include serving drinks in turbulence, locating someone’s lost passport, and convincing adults to use a seatbelt.

Respect the uniform. Treat them with kindness. And please, for the love of the sky gods, don’t clap when the plane lands. If you know you know.

Source: The Sky-High Mind Games: The Psychology of Being Cabin Crew