What if a 753 years old vampire got pregnant by a 26 years old merman?
Warnings ⚠️ (must read)
- boy x boy
- so many plot twists
- strong and mature language
- forced intimacy
- smuts 🔞
- mpreg
- angst
- happy ending
- grammatical mistakes (caus...
Taehyung didn't even get a chance to fully process Jungkook's words as he was abruptly grabbed by the neck, Jungkook's grip firm, fingers digging into his skin. His voice filled with anger, he bit out--
"Don't even think about running away, Kim Taehyung. Let me show you, let me show you exactly what you did to me."
As Jungkook began to forcefully push Taehyung towards the throne and Taehyung silently allowed himself to be pushed backward by Jungkook, unsure of why he wasn't resisting.
The tension in the room thickened as Taehyung didn't protest, leaving Jungkook to take control of the situation.
Jungkook's eyes were ablaze with anger, despite the firm grip on his neck, Taehyung didn't try to push Jungkook away, silently submitting to the hold.
As the tension in the room heightened, Taehyung's response remained silent, his body offering no resistance as Jungkook continued to assert control, pushing him further against the throne.
Caught in the whirlwind of emotions, Taehyung's thoughts remained unspoken, his body held captive by Jungkook's firm grip, his face betrayed no sign of protest.
Suddenly, Taehyung's thoughts were interrupted as Jungkook forcefully pushed him onto the throne, the sudden movement jolting him out of his inner turmoil.
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(Ik i it's not the same as the one i showed in the previous chapter but for now let's imagine this as the throne) ~
Taehyung found himself seated on the throne, his body pressed against its cold smoothness, the shock of the unexpected push leaving him momentarily disoriented.
Taehyung attempted to rise, only to find himself trapped by Jungkook's unexpected invasion of his space, their bodies now only inches apart. Jungkook's hands now rested on either side of the throne as he hovered over Taehyung, creating an intimate and charged atmosphere between them.
Their gazes locked in an intense standoff, Taehyung's heavy breathing betraying the rapid beating of his heart. But Jungkook was unfazed, a hint of satisfaction in his smirk as he tauntingly commanded--
"Stay still, your Majesty. Don't you dare move an inch."
In that moment, time seemed to stand still as Taehyung obeyed, he himself doesn't know why but he did, his breath still irregular, his body frozen in place.
The tension in the air was palpable, crackling with an undercurrent of both anger and something deeper, a heated chemistry that neither of them could ignore.
In the next moment, Taehyung found Jungkook's hand tenderly moved to caress his face, tracing the lines and contours, their gazes never breaking contact.
