Married her forcefully and took her virginity on there First Night🔞

Obsessed with his chubby wife-

The scent of cinnamon and yeast clung to Y/n’s skin as she wiped the marble counter of the bakery. The bell chimed, announcing a visitor long after closing. Jeon Jungkook stepped inside, his tailored charcoal suit cutting a sharp silhouette against the rustic warmth of the shop. His gaze didn't linger on the pastries; it locked onto the soft swell of Y/n's hips and the way her apron strained against her curves.

"We're closed," Y/n said, her voice trembling.

"I don't follow schedules," JK replied. His voice was a low, rhythmic rumble. "I follow my desires."

He stepped closer, the smell of expensive oud and leather drowning out the sugar. He reached out, his thumb grazing her fair cheek. Y/n flinched, stepping back.

"I know who you are," she whispered. "The CEO... the things they say about the underworld. Please, just leave."

JK’s lips curled into a predatory smile. "You’re even more delicious up close. That softness... I want it in my bed."

"I'm not interested."

"Interest is irrelevant," JK said, his eyes darkening. "Your father’s gambling debts are a trifle. But my patience? That is limited. You will marry me, or I will erase your parents from the map by dawn."

The air left Y/n's lungs. She gasped, her hand flying to her mouth.

"You can't!"

"Try me."

Three days later, the silk of a white wedding gown clung to her chubby frame, feeling more like a shroud than a dress. The ceremony was a blur of terror and cold efficiency. Now, she stood in the center of his sprawling bedroom, the moonlight casting silver streaks across the mahogany floor.

The door clicked shut. JK shed his blazer, his eyes roaming over her body with a hunger that felt visceral.

"Come here," he commanded.

"Please," she whimpered, clutching the fabric of her skirt. "You already have me. Just let me be."

"I didn't buy a statue, Y/n. I bought a wife."

He crossed the room in three strides, his large hand gripping her waist, pulling her plush body flush against his hard frame. He groaned, burying his face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent.

"God, you're so soft," he murmured, his voice thick with lust. "I've spent every hour since I saw you imagining how this skin feels."

He gripped the silk of her gown and ripped it downward. The sound of tearing fabric echoed in the silent room. He shoved her back onto the bed, his hands immediately finding the heavy curve of her thighs.

"You're trembling," he noted, his fingers digging into her flesh.

"I'm scared of you."

"Good. Fear makes the blood pump faster."

He stripped quickly, his thick, rigid cock springing free, pulsing with a need that mirrored the obsession in his eyes. He crawled over her, his weight pressing her into the mattress. He captured her lips in a bruising kiss, his tongue sliding deep into her mouth, sucking her tongue with a possessive intensity that left her breathless. Saliva bridged their lips as he pulled back to look at her.

"Look at you," he rasped, his gaze fixed on her chest. "Perfect. Every single inch."

He slid his hand down, his fingers finding her wetness. He groaned as he felt how slick she already was. He pushed two fingers deep inside her, the sound of a wet squelch filling the air. Y/n let out a sharp moan, her back arching.

"Do you like that, little bride?"

"I... I hate you," she sobbed, though her body betrayed her, hips tilting upward.

"Hate me while I stretch you open," he growled.

He positioned the head of his cock against her opening, teasing the clit with the base of his shaft. With one violent, singular thrust, he buried himself to the hilt. Y/n screamed, the sensation of him filling her completely sending a shockwave through her nerves.

"Fuck, you're so tight," JK groaned, his head snapping back.

He began to move, his thrusts heavy and rhythmic. Each impact created a loud, wet shlicking sound as his shaft slid through her cream. His balls slapped hard against her backside with every plunge, the sound visceral and raw.

"Tell me you're mine," he demanded, his pace increasing.

"I'm... I'm yours," she gasped, her fingers clawing at his shoulders.

He didn't slow down. He gripped her hips, lifting her slightly to drive deeper, hitting her cervix with a force that made her vision blur. The friction built, the air being pushed out of her in short, jagged breaths. He felt her walls tighten, pulsing around him.

"I'm going to fill you," he hissed.

With a final, guttural roar, JK surged forward, his cock twitching violently inside her as he erupted, pumping hot loads of seed deep into her womb. He collapsed on top of her, his chest heaving, his sweat mingling with hers.

He nipped at her ear, his voice a possessive whisper.

"You're never leaving this house."