𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐄 || 21+

☆ | 𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐋𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐌-𝟔

I originally planned to write just 6 parts with around 1k words each and not have them get caught…
But y'all wanted the drama, so I went ahead and wrote a big 4k-word chapter for you. 👺🔪

Now PLEASE vote and COMMENT because honestly, if I don't see the support, I won't feel motivated to write more parts or take all your requests.

Like… I literally poured so much effort into this, gave you a whole 4k-word chapter, and y'all aren't even commenting?! 😭✋
That's not fair to your poor writer here, bbg's. Show me some love and hype me up!

And heads up… you're gonna be traumatized 👁️👄👁️ LMAO because this chapter is super nasty, intense, and very much 21+. Some of you might not even like it—it's dark, it's heavy, and it's not for the faint of heart.

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The doorknob rattled.

Your entire body froze.

Every drop of blood in your veins turned to ice.

It was your mother’s hand—right there on the kitchen door.

Terror slammed through you like a bolt of lightning. Your chest constricted painfully, your breath stuttering in your throat as panic clawed its way up your spine. Every muscle locked tight, instinct screaming at you to run, to scramble away, to hide. But you couldn’t.

Because Taehyung wouldn’t let you.

His broad, solid chest pressed against your trembling back, his massive frame caging you against the cold marble counter. His palm clamped firmly over your mouth, silencing the desperate gasp that tore out of you. And worse—so much worse—his cock was buried so deep inside your dripping, overstretched pussy that it felt like he’d carved himself into your very core. The thick, throbbing length of him pulsed inside you, stretching you so wide you felt utterly possessed.

You whimpered into his palm, your eyes squeezing shut, terror and shame flooding your veins in equal measure.

Taehyung’s breath ghosted hot against your ear, his voice low and razor-sharp.

"Don’t f♡cking move," he whispered, his words dark and dripping with lust.

He ground his hips forward deliberately, slowly, making sure you felt every thick vein dragging along your raw, fluttering walls. The head of his cock kissed that sweet, devastating spot inside you, forcing a muffled moan to break free from your lips. His smirk curved against your cheek.

"Ohhh, f♡ck… do you feel that?" he taunted, his voice a sinful purr. "They’re right there. One step away from seeing me balls-deep inside their little girl."

Your body trembled violently, your heart pounding so loudly you thought it might give you away. You shook your head desperately, tears pooling in your eyes, silently begging him. Stop. Please. Not now.

But Taehyung was a predator.

And you were his prey.

His hand flexed over your mouth, his chest vibrating with a dark chuckle. His lips brushed your ear, sending a shiver down your spine.

"You’re so scared," he murmured, his tone dripping with amusement. "So innocent." He rolled his hips again, slow and steady, pulling a wet, obscene squelch from your cunt. "And yet… listen to that sound, baby." He grinned wickedly. "This pussy is loud. It’s dripping. It loves me—loves this. Loves being stuffed full of me, even when mommy and daddy are home."

You whimpered again, your tears spilling over. The humiliation burned hotter than the fear, your body betraying you as your walls clenched tight around him.