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“You know it’s just maniacs that mess with body modification.” He smirked, his ego getting bigger than ever. He sat up even straighter and took another deep drag from his cigarette. “First you take a piercing in the tongue and expands the piercing’s size, bigger and bigger. Then you tie a dental floss or a fishing line around the part that’s left before you cut through the last part.”

He explained, his eyes glittering underneath the streetlights. The side of his lips curved into a smile. “Some also drop the whole piercing thing and cut the tongue with a scalpel or a razor blade. Most people do it that way, but I did it with a piercing. It looks better that way.”

I looked at him in admiration, it felt like he was explaining art or music to my ears. I imagined the soft tongue, split in half, blood oozing down my chin. Immediately I felt goosebumps across my chest. I, myself have two 0g-piercings in my right ear and three rings in my left. The thickness of piercings are measured in gauge, the smaller the number is, the thicker are they. A typical beginner piercing is around 16 or 14 gauge. After 0g, you have a 00 gauge. That’s about 9,5 millimeter in diameter. If you want bigger than that, it will be measured in fractions, that’s over a centimeter.

Anyway, it hurts like a bitch to expand the ears, now I can’t even imagine how painful it would be with the tongue. I was hooked with big piercings when I met Yifei in high school. I still remember the blood trickling down my ears and the pain bumped into my ears two-three days afterward. However, when I met the snake-man, I was hooked on the thought of tongue-splitting right away.

A few days later the snake-man and I went to a tattoo parlor in a dark alley in downtown Seoul. A punk, alternative shop in a cellar.

The first thing that went through my mind was a close-up picture of a vagina with piercings in the vulva. Or else was the walls filled with pictures of manly genital piercings and tattoos. Further, into the store, it was decorated with normal body piercings and accessories but also cases with whips and penis futterals. Short said, a shop for pervs.

Jungkook shouted for the service and a pale skinhead popped up behind the main disk. It was a 25-year-old punk with a dragon tattoo on the back of his head.

“Hey, Jungkook! Long time no see.”

“Iseul, this is Suga-hyung. He owns the shop, Hyung, meets my girl.”

To be honest, I haven’t thought of myself as his girlfriend but I held my mouth shut and bowed. “Well, what a cute girl you’ve caught.”

“We came here to take a piercing in her tongue today,” Jungkook said, politely, smiling like a kid.

“Alright,” Suga-oppa said and looked questionably at me.

“Have the babe started with tongue piercings and stuff?”

“I’m not a babe,” I said, sternly. However, he pretended like he didn’t hear me, continued to talk and smiled mockingly.

“She wants to split her tongue too.” Jungkook threw his arm around me proudly, his hands dangling above my chest. He told me that the piercing on the tongue is the almost the painful place to pierce next to genitals being in the first place.

“Come here and show me your tongue.” Suga flicked his finger, mentioning me to come over to the disk. I stretched out my tongue. He bent forward a little and said, “Well, your tongue is pretty thin. I don’t think it will hurt that much.”

I sigh in relief but there’s still one thing I wondered, “But when you grill meat, isn’t the tongue the toughest meat on the cow next to the guts, isn’t it?” I mean was it a good idea to stick whole in a tough part of the body?

“That’s a good point.”

“Don’t scare her, hyung.” Jungkook played with my hair, caressing my shoulders. “It’s gonna be alright, Iseul. I made it.”

“Except that you fainted when you did it though.” He grinned, cracking up. “Follow me in.” Suga smiled and pointed at the room behind the disk.

I noticed when he smiled, his eyes smiled with him too. However, the whole piercings on his face were kinda frightening. I also noticed the burn marks. First I thought that he must’ve burnt himself by accident, but when I looked closely I discovered that each mark was circle formed around one centimeter in diameter. He must’ve burnt himself with cigarettes. The dude was insane.

Before I met Jungkook, I never had contact with those people and would never split my tongue. He gestured for me to sit down on a stool and while he prepared the tools, I looked around in the room. There were a bed and different kind of tools that I didn’t know what their uses were for. Oh, and of course dubious pictures on the walls.

“Do you do tattoos here too?” I asked nervously.

“Yeah, but someone else made this one.” The older one pointed at the dragon tattoo on the back of his head. “I got my tattoo here too,” Jungkook added. First, when I met Jungkook, we started our conversation with tongue splitting and further through the night he showed me his process pictures of how he got it done and searched for a video on youtube to show me. We immediately clicked and I found him adorably cute.

Later through the night, I slept with him and when we were done, he boasted about the dragon tattoo that stretched from his back to his left arm. I let him talk while I laid my head on his warm chest. I loved his voice. It was smooth like honey, I could hear him go on and on forever. He also sang me a lullaby before we fell asleep, our limbs tangled together.

“I want a tattoo.” I snapped out of my thoughts.

“Seriusly?” Suga and Jungkook said in unision.

“Cool.” The tattooist stroked my arms and admired my skin. “That will be so cool. Tattoos are more beautiful on girls than boys, especially on young girls, you have such a nice skin, so I can also tattoo a lot of details.”

Jungkook propped in, “But first, the piercing, hyung.”  

“Yes, that’s right.” He stopped daydreaming for a second and stretched out to the piercing that was packed in a plastic bag. It was the same pistol that I’ve seen with earrings.

“Out with the tongue. Where do you want it?”

I stretched out my tongue, facing the mirror and pointed in the middle, two centimeters from the tip of my tongue. Like a routine, he cleaned my tongue with a cotton stick and placed a black dot on my tongue. “Put your chin on the table.”

I bent over and Suga placed a towel under my tongue that hanged out of my mouth. My hands were clammy and sweaty already, Jungkook noticed me clasping and unclasping my hands together and held my hands sweetly instead.

Suga-oppa placed the tip and gripped trigger, I could feel the cold metal against my tongue. “Ready?” He asked calmly. I looked opp at him and nodded, gripping Jungkook’s hand even harder.

“Here it comes.” His deep voice rang in my ears and at the same moment, I imagined what he used to say during sex. Maybe he’s saying the same thing when he’s warning girls that he slept with that he’s coming… At the same time, I heard a klakk and a shackle shot through my body, long and more powerful than it usually feels. Goosebumps spread itself, small twitching went down my spine like chills, muscles in my stomach clenched and somehow so did my core. My abdomen felt numb and prickling like after an orgasm.

The piercing was placed on my tongue and I let the tongue naturally slid into my mouth again, I grimaced in pain. Suga reached out and touched my chin, “Let me see.”

I nervously stretched out my tongue again, feeling the tears welling up in my eyes. “Hmm… Okay. It looks nice and the placement is perfect.”

Jungkook peeked in and said, “Wow, you look drop dead gorgeous!” The pain was still pulsating through my tongue and I didn’t bother to answer. I nodded slightly.

“You’re Iseul, right? You’re tough. Most girls can handle pain more than boys but there are some people who faint while piercing sensitive places like tongue and genitals.”

After a while, I got a few ice cubes to chill the pain on my tongue. The excitement went on gradually after I’ve calmed down, I went back into the shop and looked at piercings with Jungkook. But when he grew bored, he started to look at S/M stuff. I caught my eye with Suga-oppa that came out from the backroom and I leaned myself on the desk.

“Are you religious, oppa?” I wondered, looking at the cross above the main desk.

“Maybe, I don’t know, I went to a Catholic school though.” He shrugged, his eyes drilling into mine.

“So if you were God, what kind of human would you create?” I asked out of curiosity.  “I wouldn’t change how they look. But I would make them as dumb as chickens. So dumb they’d never imagine the existence of a god.” He said seriously while his eyes were teasingly seductive. What an interesting guy, I thought.

“Can’t you show me motives of tattoos once?”

He smiled with a friendly glance. “Of course.” His eyes were unnaturally brown and his skin was so pale, almost like snow. “Just call me, even if it’s about piercings, tattoos or just something you’re wondering.” He wrote his number on the shop’s card and handed me the card.

“Thank you.” I smiled sweetly and once I accepted it, I threw a glance at Jungkook’s direction, still standing in the same place and stared at the whip that he has picked up. I hide the card in my purse, “What about money, how much do you want?”

“It’s fine.” Suga shrugged, uninterested.

I supported my elbow on the disk, placed my chin on my palms and inched closer to him. He sat behind the disk, trying to look another way like he didn’t like to have his eyes on me. I studied his porcelain skin, his mysterious dark eyes, the piercings, the tattoos creeping up from his t-shirt and his pale rough lips. Finally, he slowly murmured without looking at my direction. “Fuck, your face is bringing out the sadist in me.”

“Maybe it’s the masochist in me that’s screaming.”

Suga stood up and stared at me with eyes like a cute little puppy. Then he bent over so that our eyes were on the same height, lifted my chin with a thin finger and grinned. “I just fucking want to stick nails in your neck.” His face looked like it could break into a manic laughter any second. What a complete psycho, I thought. He slowly caressed my neck and licked his dry lips.

“Hyung, stop touching my lady.” Jungkook scowled and we immediately stepped away from our little flirt.

“Just checking her skin, thinking about the tattoos.” Suga excused himself and leaned away.

“Oh,” Jungkook answered and relaxed in the face again. After that, Jungkook and I bought some piercing and Suga followed us out of the shop.

After a while, I’ve gotten used to walking around outside with Jungkook. He had three piercings on his left eyebrow, three on the lips and if that didn’t get enough attention… He also had a flying dragon that showed his singlet and his bang red hair, shaved by the side. When I first cast my eyes upon him in a club where they were playing loud techno music, I freaked out.

That wasn’t usually my scene neither. I was always in hip-hop clubs and thought that all the clubs were the same. But the thought was completely wrong. He stood out. Our eyes met and he set sail towards me without hesitation. I was surprised at first because I thought that he wasn’t the type to check up someone. But the more we talked, the more I fell in love with his tongue. He was also incredibly handsome and cute at the same time.

However, I still haven’t figured out what really got me so attracted to him, I really fell head over heels for him.

I opened my mouth and played with the silver ball with my finger. Sometimes it clashed against my teeth with a click sound. It still hurt in the tongue but at least I got the feeling back. Suddenly Jungkook turned around against me and asked, “How does it feel now, Iseul?”

“I don’t know, but I think I like it.”

“Good, I want to be apart of what you feel, you know.” Jungkook grinned and kissed my cheeks. I imagined a punk like Jungkook smoked pot and had hardcore group sex all the time but there were so many exceptions to those rules. Jungkook, for example, was always so kind and always comes with sentimental phrases that definitely didn’t fit in with his appearance.

We came back to his apartment and he gave me a long lasting kiss involving his tongue and licking around my piercing with his snake tongue. The pulsating pain made my spine shiver but now it was just pleasure.

His apartment wasn’t much but it was kinda cozy anyway. It looked more like a college dormitory than a hardcore punk apartment. A small kitchen, a black marble bathroom, which I absolutely adore. The main room included a bed on the floor, with television, computer or his little ‘gaming’ station, black sofa, bookshelf with figurines, band posters, little balcony with exotic plants. A rusted guitar, I’ve never heard him play. There’s also a glass cage in the corner beside the bed with a red milksnake inside, called Nochu.

Jungkook kicked the door closed behind him and led me towards the bed. He was getting impatient, rocking his already hardened member against my inner thigh. “Oh, fuck… You’re so fucking sexy.”

I moaned, feeling his lips sucking against my neck while taking off my clothes in a hurry. I closed my eyes and feel my blood oozing down to my core. I opened my eyes and stared deeply into Jungkook’s brown orbs, his were filled with hunger and lust. I grind my crotch against him, whispering seductively in his ears, “Fuck me already, I’m so wet for you, Jungkook.”

I knew that he loved me moaning his name slowly, I could feel his goosebumps rising through his thin singlet. Jungkook chuckled darkly, mesmerized by my naked body. He took off his clothes too, pulled down his boxers and pants in one swift motion. His rock hard cock sprung up, grabbing his member in his hand and ran across the length of it.

“Open your legs, baby…” Jungkook nearly growled, his hands were immediately brought down to my core. Spreading the vulva, stroking his pre-cum from the tip of his dick against my vagina.

“Fucking shit! You’re already soaking for me.” He grunted, clutching my hair harshly and placed his elbows on each side of my head. Forehead pressed against each other, so close to each other, we breathe in the same air. Feeling intoxicated together.

I perked my stomach up, ass digging into the already wet mattress. His big hand gripped my waist, while the other was digging his nails into my hipbone. Continuing to swirl his cock against my entrance. Then suddenly he shoved it inside of me without any mercy. I instantly cried out in pain but darkly giggled, “I love the pain, daddy.”

Jungkook grunted and moved his hand up to roughly grip my cheeks, making my mouth to form an ‘o’. He chuckled, “Dark minds think alike.” Spitting into my mouth and harshly twirled his tongue around mine. His hips started out slow at first, filling me all the way. Jungkook was so big and hard.

I roamed my hands up his back, digging my nails into his skin to urge him on. Harder. Rougher. Give me more. Jungkook started to thrust harder, our hips slapping against each other. The room was filled with grunts, moans and slapping sounds bouncing against the walls.  

“Oh my fucking god, you’re so tight and wet. You’re a greedy little slut aren’t you?” Jungkook growled, gently kissing my cheeks. Where I’ve noticed that tears were already flowing down my face.

Our chest was pressed against each other, his growls turned me on even more.It was summer and the air conditioner wasn’t working this week, so we both were drowning in sweat. But somehow it was always cold in his apartment. The sweaty beads dripped down from his forehead onto mine.

“Can I come now?” Jungkook strained himself,  couldn’t barely hold on anymore. His muscle toned arms were slightly shaking. I moaned, nodding and pulled him into a sloppy kiss. He pulled out his member and I felt very empty at all the sudden. He released all over my crotch, his warm sperm oozing down in my core, spread over my inner thighs, and down the mattress. Again.

I frowned, “I said that you were supposed to come on my stomach. What if I have forgotten the pills?” I really wasn’t ready to be a mother and I hated that it made the hair to stick together and get stiff and nasty.

“Fuck- Shit! I’m so really sorry.” Jungkook cursed and looked really sad, nearly sprinting into the kitchen, showing his naked chicken butt to me. I smiled, goddamn, he’s so fucking cute. He came back with a warm wet towel and cleaned up for me. Gently kissing my clean inner thighs, making a little hickey.

I cupped my hands around his face and pecked his lips, “Next time if you can’t aim at my stomach, you will have to wear a condom.” Jungkook apologized again, feeling guilty. I stretched and walked into the bathroom, “I’m getting a shower.” Light snores responded me.

I reposted it again, sorry, I wasn’t very proud of it! :c

You sighed and clutched onto his pillow, wanting to be by his side. You laid on his spot for a few minutes and dragged yourself out the bed. You pulled his oversized grey sweater over you and walked out of the bedroom. You hoped that he’ll be in the kitchen cooking breakfast. You turned the corner and smiled, expecting him to be in the kitchen.

The kitchen was completely empty. Had he eaten breakfast?

You decided to cook breakfast by yourself while packing a lunch pocket for him. Smiling to yourself as you hummed his favorite song. The song was from the old diner he took her for a date back in college. He gave her the promise ring and a key to the apartment. Your lips curved into a smile at the sweet memory.

‘I want to spend each morning waking up next to you, let’s move in together.’

You met Taehyung back in Elementary School, he was this goofball who annoyed the hell out of you. You disliked him at first since he was this popular annoying kid. Your friend had a crush on him, you were stuck listening to her compliments about him. However, he had a crush on you. He always wanted to help you to class, since you were stuck with him in every class. He carried your books, lending you his lunch money, taking the bus with you, invited you to his birthday parties and his lame pickup lines.

‘Did you just grab my butt? No, well, want to?”

He fought for your love. But you always turn him down. Towards High School, he kept trying. You thought that he stopped having feelings for you, but he never did. He found you crying at the stairway at a party. He asked what was wrong, offering you a hug. You never told him what was wrong, but you realized that he cared.

‘Look, Y/N. I’m sorry for being an annoying lovesick kid back in middle school. Can we try again?’

Once you both became friends, you never imagined that you and he would be the best friend. You started liking Taehyung, finding his lame jokes attractive and his face matured. You helped him go on several dates with girls and dressed him up, ‘Don’t ever say: Did you just grab my butt? To a girl, that’s lame and she might think that you’re a weirdo.’

You doubted that both of you would end up together. But it did. He confessed his feelings for you, expecting you to slap his face. You and Taehyung started dating and you were the ‘High School Sweethearts’. He took you to the amusement park as the first date. He won many gifts for you, including the big teddy bear that you still have in the bedroom. He couldn’t go a day without seeing you.

You started to like his lame jokes and you two would laugh hysterically. However, you two did bicker quite often. But it always ends up with laughter and sweet kisses. Somehow he never managed to keep his hands off you, his arms are often around your waist, shoulders and his hands sneaked into yours. He blurted out compliments and shows affections.

‘I love you, babe. You’re so beautiful, you make me feel like the luckiest man alive. You keep my heart beating rapidly.’

The sweet compliments never ended until now. He became distant and never picked up your calls, not taking you out on dates and no sneaking hugs and kisses. You dialed his phone number, after a few calls which he usually picks up at one. He never picked up. You gazed down at the food you have packed for him, you have written ‘Have a good day :)’ on the package.

You were reading your favorite book on the couch once Taehyung slammed the door open. It was really late at night, you stayed up waiting for him to come home- as usual. He looked exhausted once he saw you looking at him. “What are you staring at? I’m fine.” He growled and walked into the kitchen. You felt a pang in your chest at his cold choice of words.

“I cooked your favorite meal. I hope you’d like it.” You smiled and stood up, walking towards him. He glanced at the food and pushed it away, “I’m not hungry.”

“How’s your day? You forgot your lunch, so I made you one. But you didn’t answer my calls.” You asked carefully, not wanting him to snap at you.

Taehyung looked into your eyes emotionlessly and muttered, “It was alright. Sorry that I didn’t pick up your calls.”

You lightly smiled and wrapped your hands around him, embracing him warmly. You snuggled your head into his chest. Listening to his beating heart as you told him, “I love you, Taehyung. You got me worried about you.”

His heart was beating slowly, it usually pounds rapidly once you hugged him or told him that you loved him. You were in love with someone, whose heart is beating so slow. Taehyung stood stiffly as you embraced him. You waited for him to say it back.

“I don't love you anymore.”

You immediately pulled away from him. Blinking rapidly, your tears were a cough in between your throat as you heard your voice. Your voice completely shattered, broken like your heart. “W-why?”

“I don’t really know, Y/N. I don't have feelings for you. The sparks and the love I had for you are gone.”

“N-no. How?”

Taehyung stared at you coldly and sighed loudly. “I don’t know. One day I woke up, looking at you- I feel nothing. No emotions. Nothing. My feelings for you are gone, love does fade await eventually. I thought you’d understand that”

“But I love you, Taehyung. I love you so much… I can’t. I don’t know- Don’t do this to me. What did I do wrong? I’ll change.” Your tears came flooding down like waterfalls. You couldn’t stare at his face anymore, every step you backed away from him you could feel your body aching. Your heart was crushed. He shattered your broken heart on the ground like a piece of glass.

You felt vulnerable and sensitive. Taehyung didn’t caress you, keeping him in your arms everytime you cried. He just stood there bitterly, “I’m sorry. You have to move out.”

“You promised me. We had plans, Taehyung…”

The smell of ocean breeze always reminded him of you. You snuggled your head into his chest, listening to his beating heart. It was beating fast, almost pounding out from his chest. “Are you sure that you’re fine, Taehyung?” You smiled, looking up at him.

“Jepp. I feel excited around you. Like an adrenaline beating through my body when I’m with you. I really love you, don’t you have butterflies fluttering in your stomach?” Taehyung grinned and poked your soft cheeks.

“I do, I love you too Taehyung.”

He pulled you into a sweet lasting kiss. As his hands played with your hair. Your arms are wrapped around his torso, holding him tightly. Both of you pulled away and stared at the beautiful sunset by the sea.

“I want to be with you forever.” Taehyung started. “When I say I love you Y/N, I really mean it. You make my heart beating, I feel so lucky to have you beside me. You are so beautiful, you care about me and worries about me. You still forgive me for being stupid. You don’t get annoyed by my childish actions.”

“I am marrying you one day.”

You bite your lips, trying to hold your tears. You felt loved by him. No one makes you happier than him. You liked him just the way he is. “I love you more than you could imagine, Taehyung. Will you promise me?”

“I promise. We’ll get married here by the ocean. With your white floral wedding dress, decorated with blue roses. The clear blue sky. Our parents by the front. Our friends and acquaintances will be invited. A wonderful honeymoon in Jeju. In the future, we’ll move in a big grand house with little kids running around. A little Taehyung and a little Y/N. We’ll get well-paid jobs, grandchildren by the end. We’ll travel around the world. I’ll love you endlessly as we died in each other's arms.”

You and he already made plans for the future.  But the future was so clear, you didn’t know that the plans would get broken.

“I hate you.”

You lost control. You angrily spat at him for being stupid and only cared for himself. You went around the house and slammed every picture he had of you and him together on the floor. It was raging thunder and heavy rain outside, it was like your feelings you had for him.

Taehyung stared at your broken body, shaking with tears by the bed as you continued to shove your clothes into the suitcase. Taehyung shifted his gaze to the window and muttered, “Look, Y/N. It’s raining outside. You can move out tomorrow.”

“I’m not spending another night with you. I’m getting out of here.” You snapped at him and glared daggers at him. He stormed towards you and pushed the suitcase away.

Out of pity, Taehyung kissed you. You could feel his plump soft lips around yours. This was the last kiss, you needed it. You poured your feelings into the kiss. Your minds wandered off to the memories you made with him. You angrily pushed him onto the bed and gripped his hair tightly. He groaned loudly in pain and rolled on top of you.

Your hands skimmed down his skin and up his torso, taking his grey sweater off him. Your hands traveled down his chest, feeling him for the last time. His hands roamed down your long legs, roaming up to your inner thighs. His hips rolled against you and you could feel his erection brushing against you.

Of course, you still loved him. But he didn’t have feelings for you. He doesn’t love you anymore. You started crying once again, he could taste your salty tears in the passionate kiss.

His hands slid up your pajamas shorts and broke the kiss. He has already taken off your shirt as you felt his wet tongue traveling down your chest to your stomach. He kissed your inner thighs as he pulled down your shorts along with your lace underwear. He gave your core a single peck. Before he traveled back up, sucking on your collarbones.

You moaned out as he grinded against you. His hand reached down between your bodies and unfastened his pants, pushing them down. He spread your legs open and you stroked his hardened cock. You felt how thick he was around your hands. He groaned loudly and whispered, “Don’t.”

He grabbed your hand and pushed them away from him, before slamming into you. Stretching you out around him. He held your hips steady as he pounded hard into you. His cock was sliding in and out, caressing your walls. You whimpered as he kept pounding into you. Your fingernails scratched his back and your lips were close to his ears.

You couldn’t help but whisper, “I love you.”

You became weak as you felt the pleasure soaring through your body. Taehyung snapped his hips against yours hard as you felt him deep inside you. His warm seed came inside you, he shuddered and pulled out after a while. He held himself above you, not wanting to collapse on top of you. He deeply groaned and whispered, “I know.”

The tears were unstoppable, they kept rolling down your face onto your cheeks. You peeled your body off the bed once he laid down beside you. He stared at your back, his cold fingertips roaming down your spine. He only touched you out of pity and sympathy.

You picked up your shirt, slipping on your clothes as you walked to the suitcase. Your breath was caught in between your throat as you avoided his eye contact, you could feel him staring at your bare back. You were vulnerable and weak. Your chest ached and your heart pounded painfully slow. You tried ignoring it as you picked up the suitcase and walked away.

Taehyung stared at you once you walked out of the room you both shared. The apartment immediately felt empty. It was too late, you walked out of his life. You were so beautiful, someone could love you more than him. He wanted to tell you that you were still the most beautiful girl in his eyes, but he didn’t. But the truth is he was sorry, as the smile fell from your face. He fell with it.

You reached your palm out and pressed it against the cold glass that’s separating your bedroom from the streets. You could feel the chilly air against your tingling skin. Out of the corner of your eyes, you spotted a mother with a baby carriage struggling in the snow. You sat up straighter, getting worried. Her bags of groceries are scattered out in the wet snow. She panicked while struggling to get loose from the chunky snow. However, a man in a familiar creamy beanie rushed over to help her.

He quickly bent down and packed the groceries, kicking away the sturdy snow and made a pathway for the carriage. The woman bowed down, thanking him sweetly. He bowed back and waved at the baby cutely. He must’ve felt someone staring as he suddenly he glanced up and made eye contact with you.

Another peachy blush crept up your cheeks and you tore your eyes away from the cute gentleman. He has always been a sweet gentleman since the first day you’ve met him. You think back to the first snowy day of the freshman year. You were rushing from your late class to the last bus that was leaving towards your dormitory, unfortunately, you didn’t know that the sky has decided to sprinkle shaved iced down that day, so you didn’t exactly put on the best attire for winter.

 If things couldn’t go even worse, you have fallen straight on your bottom and witnessed the bus driving past you. At first, your frustration broke out and you cursed at the world. Second, you tried to think of a way to get home. Third, have anyone seen you? Yes, everyone on the bus saw you. And finally, are you hurt? Yes, it goddamn hurt. You felt like you’ve broken your tailbone and scraped it along the concrete street.

“Are you okay? That looks pretty painful!” A high-pitched voice shouted after you, you spotted him beside his car with his door open. He has gotten out to witness your pathetic fall and you couldn’t get any more embarrassed.

He sprinted towards you, nearly falling himself but he managed to regain his balance. He looked like Bambi skating on ice, which made you burst out in laughter. You laughed at his cuteness and at your own failure. The books that you have dropped were wet in the snow and you honestly didn’t want to stand up, you wanted to lay down on the snow and make a snow angel to reduce the painful embarrassment.

“Why are you laughing?” He smiled, and his eyes smiled with him. His plump cheeks were rosy from the cold and he showed his pearl white teeth. You also noticed that his front teeth were slightly crooked, his little imperfection made him incredibly cute.

You giggled and admitted, “You looked like Bambi skating on ice when you ran over the street.”

Beanie chuckled along with you, “Well, you looked like you were breakdancing when you fell.” God, you wanted to hear more of his laughter. It reminded you of birds chirping at the start of floral spring. You noticed that he has packed up your books and let out a hand for you. You shyly took it.

Finally, have recovered your balance, however, once you stood up, you noted that your face was barely inches apart of his. You could literally smell his fresh minty breath once he spoke, “What’s your name?”

“Y/N…” You whispered and noticed that you were gripping onto his hands harder than you intended. You timidly let go out his hands, but before you could utter another word, you were slipping again. Terrified, you threw your hands over him for support and he quickly wrapped his arm around your waist.

“S-sorry! I was- “You coyly stuttered since you have knocked his warm beanie from his head while you were throwing your hands around like those inflatable advertising balloons.

“Eh—I-“His voice broke in an even higher pitch. He spun you around, pushing you away and bent down to quickly pick up his beanie. Nevertheless, you think that it was very rude of him to harshly push you away, so you started your mid-sentence to call him out. But before he could put on his beanie again you noticed two fluffy creamy ears sticking out from his brown hair.

Your eyes widened in utter shock, at first you thought that he was into some kinky furry stuff that he decided to wear fluffy ears under his beanie, yet it looked very realistic and you didn’t see any headband. “Oh.” You let out, still confused.

“You weren’t exactly supposed to see that.” He scratched his neck awkwardly, how he was the one feeling humiliated. He held onto your books tighter to his chest and his eyes rapidly looked at every direction possible, never settling on yours.

You started slowly, “What’s your name?”

“J-Jimin. Park Jimin.”

“Thank you for rescuing me or what that was, I was stupid not to put on some winter shoes and I knew that I couldn’t reach that last bus from campus anyway.” You smiled, blushing the snow from your coat and tightened your thin scarf around your neck.

“Oh- Ehm, you needed to get on that bus?” Jimin followed the flow, you both agreed not to take up that topic and pretended that it didn’t happen.

“Kind of, but I can still walk to the main centrum and get another bus there. So, it wasn’t that important.”

“The centrum is an hour away from here. It’s snowing hard and you look very cold, are you sure about that? I can drive you home.”

The offer was very tempting. You could practically feel your toes freezing to death in your white tennis shoes. Your coat wasn’t exactly warm wool neither and your scarf was barely covering around your long neck. You also noticed that your teeth were shattering against each other. Another bonus thing was that he’s very handsome and kind, so why not?

That was how you met Park Jimin. He was like a guardian angel sent from above to rescue you and he drove you back home safely. Although you didn’t get his number on that day, you noticed him around your campus. You didn’t have any classes together, only walking past each other, smiling discreetly. He was a year older than you, studying performing dance. One day, he came up to you shyly and asked you to come see him during practice. After that, both of you went on a coffee date, dates after dates. Eventually, he asked you to be his girlfriend.

You dated for many years and after he graduated, you moved in together in a studio apartment in the centrum. Many of your friends had doubts about your relationship since he was older than you and some said that he was gonna settle for an older woman and start a family.

“Y/N! I’m home.” A smooth, homely voice called out to you that made you snap out of your thoughts. You smiled, wondering what you’ve done in your past life to be this lucky. You leaned your head back against the wall and you heard soft footsteps approaching you.

“Welcome home, honey.” You greeted him happily and reached your hand out to him. He held your hand sweetly, his cold hands engulfed in your warm ones. He gently pecked your forehead, your cheeks, the tip of your nose and lastly, your lips. His luscious pillow lips pressed against yours.

Jimin pressed his forehead against yours, his lips slightly parted, “You taste like so sweet, have you eaten sweet potatoes?”

You giggled and placed the cup away from your lap, pulling his body closer to you. “That was many hours, how did you know that?”

“You know that you don’t need them, you’re sweet enough already.” He brushed his lips against yours, licking the bottom of your lips softly. You wrapped your hands around his head, scratching the back of his fluffy ears, making him wag his cute tail joyfully.

“I saw you helping the lady with her child, how kind of you. I feel so lucky to call you mine.” You confessed and lift his chin up, staring deeply into his homely brown orbs.

Jimin beamed in happiness, lifting one of your legs to wrap around his waist and pressed you even further into the wall. “I’m the lucky person here, to have someone like you waiting for me when I get home. Although I do wonder when we’re gonna fill up the guest room with cute baby stuff.”

You have thought the same, seeing him treating people so kindly and you truly trust him with your whole life. You both have brought the topic of children up many times, but never really tried it. But the fact that you’re ovulating, and he could basically smell your sweetness when he enters the house, made him go crazy.

“I would love to, Jimin.” You whispered, stroking his ears and leaned to kiss his thick lips. Eager for him. You trailed your hands down, brushing against his collarbones. He deepened the kiss, his hand that previously held your thigh traveled under your ass, squeezing it harshly. The kiss was getting more intense and he was the one that pulled away, breathing heavily.

“I got a gift for you.”

You raised your eyebrows and noticed that his other hand was behind his back, “For me?”

“Yeah, I would like to try it on you. You would look so fucking hot with it.” Jimin’s eyes bore into yours and his smooth tangerine voice was dipped with lust.

“I trust you, I’m willing to try anything with you, you know that right?” You licked your lips and pecked his cheek.

A glint of mischief flashed through his hooded eyes and he smirked, showing his other hand to you. There he held a white fluffy tail-like object and at the tip, a little silvery round buttplug. A tingling sensation soared down to your abdomen and you shyly looked away from a second. Jimin breathed against your skin and used his other hand to part your legs, feeling the wet spot on the fabric.

He reached his hand back up again and moaned against your ear, “You smell so fucking good right now, just like peach and cherry cream. I bet you taste even better than you smell.” You felt his wet tongue sliding across your cheek to your lips.

“Oh, please, I want you to breed me with your pups, Jimin.” You tucked at his mop brown hair and wrapped your legs around his waist. He picked you up effortlessly and spun you towards the bed, laying you down gently and took off your oversized sweater in one swift.

His hungry eyes roamed over your naked body, annoyed by the lacey panties that were covered and soaking in your juices. “Let’s not waste your delicious juices.” Jimin licked down your chest, across the stomach and bite down your panties, dragging it slowly down your soft legs. You moaned at the light touches on your already sensitive core, you felt like a waterfall rushing out of you and pooled down between your lady's lips and down your buns.

Jimin growled slightly, his dominating nature taking over him, and he dived towards your crotch between your legs. Licking a long stripe between your slits. You whimpered in pleasure, your chest heaving up and down, breathing quickening.

“You taste so good, better than I thought as always.” Jimin continued to make slurping sounds that bounced off the thin walls of the apartment. Your moans got louder, and you clutched his hair as he devoured you. Your legs locked around his head and you arched your back up.

“Oh my god, Jimin…” Your moans sounded like sweet lullabies to him, he could hear it every day on repeat. He harshly dug his sharp nails into your thighs and pulled away, your wetness covered half of his face. You would have been embarrassed if it was your first time but everything he did turned you on even more. You giggled, lost of breath and raked your fingers through his hair, tugging gently at his ears.

Jimin came up to passionately kiss you, you could taste the sweetness of yourself from his tongue. His wet tongue lapping over yours, fighting for the dominant that he already has the full power of. “You are so ripe and ready for me, I’m going to knot you and mark you so everyone knows that you’re mine.”

One of his hands held your thigh up as he started to thrust his rock-hard erection against you. You moaned into his mouth, arching up your lower body to match his movement. The other hand that was previously gripping your hips down to the mattress have found it’s path down to your ripe peach. He nearly barked, “This is mine. I’ll worship this ass of yours and treat you like a queen that you already are.”  

You were getting breathless as the kiss continued to heat up and you pulled away for a second, “I’m all yours, babe. It won’t hurt right?” You blinked through your hooded eyes as you felt his finger pressed against your tight peach hole.

“Focus on me, I’m going to make you feel so good.” Jimin heavily breathed out, straining himself from pounding into you right there and fill you up to the brim with his pups, marking you as his bitch. His balls were getting heavier and he gathered all his seeds up to pour them into your womb.

His warm fingers pressed against it and he nearly whined, “It’s so tight, f-fuck.”

Jimin grabbed the little fluffy buttplug and licked it thoroughly with his long tongue, coating it with his lubricant and you swore that you saw layers of dense spit dripping down. You dug your toes into the bed, adjusting to the unusual feeling in your butt. You held your breath and breathed out loudly, letting out an ‘Ah.’

“Does it feel good?” Jimin studied your facial features, gritting his own teeth as his other hand caressed your body. “Y-yeah.” You moaned as you feel him touching your wet clitoris, easing your body to the pleasure.

He traveled down again, his other hand placed on your heaving chest, feeling your thundering heartbeat against his palm. His mouth moved down to your lower lips and started to dart across your folds. He moaned against your entrance, sending chilling vibrations to your core. Jimin continued to sink in his finger to the second knuckle, you brought your hands up and tightly clutched onto his hand on your chest.

“More…” You wanted to feel the painful pleasure, you braced yourself, easing your body to the uncomfortableness to the excitement. You felt so full, already by the last knuckle of his thick finger. His other hand slipped out from your grip slowly and went to grab the glistening wet buttplug. The buttplug that’s coated in his spit was mixed with your juices and he slowly replaced his finger with that.

Your breathing was caught in between your chest and you moaned loudly once he finally got it in. “Fuck- you’re such a good girl, babe.” Jimin praised you, sucking on your clitoris and moved his hands away carefully to take off his clothes. He hissed in pain once his member sprung free.

Pre-cum was leaking out of the tip, dripping down his width shaft and trailed down to his hung balls. You stared, he was so hot. Drops of sweat were already forming around his defined abs and around his forehead, damping his brown mop. His cock was hard and furious red, slapping against his lower stomach. All of the blood was pumping down to his member and he groaned loudly, inching closer to you. You could see how hard he was straining himself not to cum right on the spot.

You got up on your elbows and turned around, knowing that this was his favorite position to get deeper into your womb. Jimin snarled and eyed you with the darkest eyes. “I want to mount and rut straight into your pussy, you’re tempting me, Y/N.”

“Fucking do it, I’m dripping for you.” You moaned, clenching around nothing in disappointment and shook your ass from side to side to tease him even further.

“You’re being a naughty little bitch, aren’t you?” Jimin gripped both of his hands on your peaches and slapped them. Hard. Making you yelp and jointed forward in reflex. He grunted deeply, there was no longer the sweet tangerine voice that you heard from behind you. He pointed the tip covered with his pre-cum against your juices, circling the thick head by your entrance.

You pushed your ass out even more, nudging towards his shaft, lowering your head and pressed them against the soft pillows. Jimin gave you another hard slap as he started to push his cock past your lady's lips and you spread your legs even wider, his flaring head struggled to get past. Although your muscles started to relax, getting used to him.

“Fuck, you’re still as tight as ever, my bitch is all ready for me to breed her.” He pulled up the fluffy tail, tugging at it as he kept pushing in through your tight walls. Once he was all the way in, you could feel him poking at the entrance of your womb, dangerously near your cervix. As he started to slowly move you can feel the popping veins that radiated from his dick.

Jimin ran his hands up and down your back, raking it slightly with his sharp nails and it reached to grip your hips possessively. Your arms couldn’t hold you up anymore and you placed it around your head instead, clutching against the pillow and nearly screaming into it in pleasure.

“You shouldn’t hide your screams from me.” His voice chimed from the back of your earth, his breathing hot like magma against your neck. You felt his weight being pushed down to you, he nuzzles his nose at the crook of your neck and gently bites down on them.

He ran his cock all the way out and you felt incredibly empty, however, he swiftly slammed into your sensitive entrance, making you scream loudly. Jimin grunted, “Are you okay?”

“Yes! I feel so fucking good, breed your bitch like you want to, Jimin.” You growled in the painful pleasure. Jimin started to pound into your tight walls, deeper and deeper. He kept growling and snarling, one of his hand cupped your crotch, not wanting to lose your delicious juices. Every thrust that met your hips, you could feel his massive balls slamming against you.

Jimin breathed in deeply, smelling the entrance of heaven. Feeling his bulging member started to throb, his strong arms were wrapped around you and held you upwards against him, your back pressed against his sweaty chest. “I can’t hold on anymore, do you want it?”

“I want it all…” You breathlessly moaned, and your hands went down to caress the lower abdomen where you could literally feel him bulging back and forth at your stomach.

Then you felt it, the gush of his cum spurting against your walls into your womb. There was so much of it and it lasted for a long time, you felt your lower stomach swelling up as he continued to fill you up to the brim. You practically feel his throbbing pulse between your clutching walls and you were in ecstasy, crying out in pleasure.

“Fucking shit, you’re pumping me dry like a good bitch you are.” Jimin felt your walls shaking around his hand as if to warn you, his hands were wrapped sweetly against yours. Fingers intertwined, and he started to suck onto your neck.

His base started to swell, the enormous pressure stretched you so far out that you could imagine. He didn’t move since he was afraid to break you in half, his cock was still buried deep inside you as his knot grew even bigger.

“It hurts, Jimin…” You whimpered, your breathing caught in your throat as you felt a teardrop roll down your cheek. You felt his long soft tail, brushing on your thighs that would’ve made you giggle since it was ticklish. You closed your eyes and focused on his tail and the feelings of his tender arms around your waist, your head leaned back and pressed your hot flushed cheeks against his.

“It’s gonna be okay, baby. It will go over soon.” Jimin generously caressed his cheeks against yours, his breathing started to calm down as he stayed on his knees, hugging you against him.

“I love you so much, do you know that?” He whispered softly.

“I love you too, Jimin, so much. We’re gonna start a family together. I’m all yours.” You replied and pressed his hands to your heart.

Jimin gently laid down on his back with you on top of him as if you’re a fragile glass that was going to be broken if he did one wrong move. His knot was still buried deep inside you, preventing all of his cum to gush out if he pulled away.

You finally opened your eyes and gazed down at your crotch, seeing his knot deep inside you and you saw the huge bulge on your lower stomach. You felt Jimin smile from behind you, he saw it too. “This is where my pups are, you are gonna be such a good mother, I know it.”

Jimin trailed his hands down and cupped at the swelling, cradling it protectively. You already knew that you and your children were in safe hands. He was so kind-hearted, delicate, caring and sweet.