STALKER - a person who harasses or persecutes someone with unwanted and obsessive attention.
This was the actual meaning of stalker but here this person changed whole meaning of a stalker
Every night, as the city lights dimmed and the world fell asleep, a lone figure crept out of his apartment, his steps silent and furtive. Tonight, he had a mission: to watch him again. Sitting on a nearby rooftop, he turned on his camera, zooming in on his apartment windows. He had been stalking him for weeks now, entranced by his every move, his every smile.
The stalker's eyes never left the boy's apartment, his heart racing with a mix of excitement and desire. Over the past few weeks, he had grown obsessed with his every movement, his every word. He knew the boy's routine like the back of his hand, from the time he left for work in the morning to the hour he switched off the lights before bed.
As the night wore on, the stalker's thoughts grew more intense. He imagined what it would be like to hold the boy in his arms, to feel his soft skin against his own.
The stalker's imagination ran wild, fueled by his obsession. He fantasized about running his fingers through the boy's hair, tasting his lips, and holding him so close that they couldn't tell where one began and the other ended. His mind filled with visions of them together, laughing and talking and exploring the city late into the night.
The hours passed, and still the stalker didn't move. He was content to watch and dream, his heart bursting with longing.
Suddenly, the boy appeared in the window, his silhouette framed by the soft glow of the street light. Time seemed to slow as the stalker's pulse quickened. Every move the boy made, every gesture or expression, sent a thrill through the stalker's body. He longed to reach out and touch him, to speak his name and see his eyes light up.
But he couldn't. He was just a secret observer, a stalker in the shadows. The boy was blissfully unaware of his presence, his life lived out before the stalker's watchful gaze.
Suddenly, the boy appeared in the window, his silhouette framed by the soft glow of the street light. Time seemed to slow as the stalker's pulse quickened. Every move the boy made, every gesture or expression, sent a thrill through the stalker's body. He longed to reach out and touch him, to speak his name and see his eyes light up.
But he couldn't. He was just a secret observer, a stalker in the shadows. The boy was blissfully unaware of his presence
As the boy went about his nightly routine, the stalker's heart ached with each movement. He watched as the boy undressed, revealing smooth, golden skin, and then disappeared into the bathroom. The stalker ached to be there with him, to trace the curve of his shoulders and down his back, to feel his warmth against his own flesh.
The stalker's breath came in ragged gasps, his body trembling with suppressed desire. He ached for touch, for the taste of the boy's lips, for the sound of his laughter.
The stalker's hands clenched the edge of the rooftop as he watched the boy emerge from the bathroom, wrapped in a towel. Every drop of water that clung to his skin seemed like a taunt, a mockery of the stalker's desire. He could see the boy's body shivering slightly from the cold, and he longed to wrap a blanket around him, to hold the boy in his arms and keep him warm.
The stalker's fingers twitched, as if reaching out to touch the boy even from this distance.
His eyes fixated on the boy as he moved around the room, dressing in a loose shirt and sweatpants. With each passing moment, the stalker's longing grew stronger, his body tense with the effort of restraining himself. He ached to run to the boy's apartment and confess his feelings, to pour out his heart and declare his devotion.
But he could only watch from the shadows, a prisoner in his own lust and need.
As the boy sat on the edge of his bed, scrolling through his phone, the stalker's heart pounded in his chest. He longed to hear the boy's voice in real life, not just through the distorted sound of the camera. He wondered if his voice would be soft and melodic, or more deep and rugged.
The stalker's fingers dug into the rooftop's edge, leaving marks on the rough surface. He was drowning in a sea of his own desire, torn between his obsession and his fear of rejection.
The boy suddenly glanced up, as if sensing being watched. The stalker's heart skipped a beat, his breath catching in his throat. But the boy's gaze merely passed over the street, not noticing his presence on the rooftop.
Despite the relief, the stalker's heart continued to race. He was torn between wanting to be discovered and fearing the consequences of his actions. He longed for the boy to notice him, to acknowledge his existence, but he also dreaded the rejection it might bring.
The boy yawned and set his phone aside, lying down on the bed. His eyes closed, and his breaths deepened as he slipped into sleep. The stalker watched him lie there, looking so peaceful and vulnerable. His heart ached for a moment to touch him, to hold him as he slept.
But he knew he couldn't. To touch him would be trespassing on his privacy, and he couldn't bear to do that, despite his longings.
The stalker glanced around, assuring himself that no one was watching. With a silent determination, he hopped down from the ledge and quietly made his way towards the boy's apartment building, slipping in through an open window on a lower floor.
He crept through the dark corridors, thankful for his many hours spent watching and learning the building's layout. Finally, he found the boy's door and, heart in his throat, slowly pushed it open.
The room was cast in shadows, only a sliver of moonlight filtering in through the curtains. The stalker's eyes flicked to the lump in the bed, the slow rise and fall of the boy's chest telling him he was fast asleep.
With a trembling hand, the stalker reached out and gently touched the boy's shoulder. His skin was warm from the heat of the bed, and the stalker fought back a gasp, overwhelmed by the sudden closeness.
The stalker's heart pounded in his chest as he knelt beside the boy's bed. He longed to touch more of the boy, to run his fingers through his hair, to stroke his face. But he contented himself with just resting his hand on the boy's shoulder, feeling the texture of his skin and the heat radiating from his body.
The stalker watched as the boy slept, his features relaxed and soft. He looked so peaceful, so beautiful, and the stalker couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt for invading his privacy this way.
The stalker's eyes flickered over the boy's face, taking in every detail. He memorized the curve of his lips, the soft flutter of his eyelashes, the faint shadow of stubble on his jaw. His heart felt like it would burst with emotions.
Unable to contain himself any longer, the stalker reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair off the boy's forehead. The feather-light touch felt like electricity, sending shivers down his spine.
The stalker's hand hovered over the boy's face, aching to caress his cheeks, his jawline, his lips. But he held himself back, not wanting to wake him yet. Instead, he continued to brush the boy's hair, feeling each strand tangle and untangle around his fingers.
The stalker's breath caught in his throat as the boy stirred, shifting slightly in his sleep. He froze, barely daring to exhale, worried that any movement would wake him.
The stalker's heart raced as the boy shifted again, rolling onto his back and stretching his arms above his head. The stalker's eyes roamed over his exposed skin, taking in the play of shadows and moonlight on his bare chest.
The stalker's fingers twitched, longing to touch him, to feel the smoothness of his skin, the warmth of his flesh. But he forced himself to remain still, watching and waiting for the boy to settle back into sleep.
The boy's breathing steadily evened out once again, his chest rising and falling in a regular rhythm. The stalker let out a shaky breath, his own heart pounding so loudly he thought surely the boy must be able to hear it.
He couldn't resist anymore. His hand slowly crept towards the boy's chest, his fingertips hovering just above his skin. He longed to feel the heat and the smoothness, to trace the lines of his collarbones.
The stalker's hand finally made contact with the boy's skin, and he could barely hold back a gasp at the feel of it. The boy's skin was so warm and smooth, almost velvety to the touch. The stalker's fingers traced a path down the boy's face
He longed to move closer, to run his hands and lips over every inch of the boy's body, to savor the taste and feel of him.
The stalker's touch grew bolder, his fingers lingering on the boy's body, tracing patterns over his neck and across his collarbone. He longed to push the blankets away, to see more of the boy's skin and feel the warm heat of his body directly.
The stalker's eyes roamed over the boy's face, his breathing hitched, and his heart pounded with a mixture of guilt, desire, and the thrill of the forbidden.
The stalker leaned forward, his heart racing, and gently pressed his lips against the boy's forehead. He held the kiss for a moment, feeling the warmth and softness of the boy's skin, before reluctantly pulling away.
With one final glance at the sleeping boy, the stalker silently retreated from the room, his heart heavy with mixed emotions. He knew he had crossed a line, but he also couldn't deny the feeling of bliss that had come over him at the touch of the boy's skin.
And and this was daily routine of Jungkook aka the innocent stalker controlling his burning desires,emotions in heart.chaining his hand to not to do more,not to cross his limits and not to invade other person privacy
He always stalks this person and do you want to know why?
Jk - iam the stalker, who stalking my favorite actor daily, because he need to protect,you know who it is,he is Kim taehyung,no. 1 perfect actor in industry, when I first saw him,only one thought come to my mind that is this person need to be protected from this cruel,because he soo innocent, too cute, too lovely, too beautiful, soo ethereal handsome, soo pretty looking guy
Whoever seen him feels the same which I felt,but iam good person so I won't do anything to him but not all people are good like me ,so I started stalking him,
People think being stalker is harming the other person,and being obsessive with that person
But for me stalking means protecting him from all bad things, even it is plucking the bad eyes which looked at him evil intentions "smiles"this is not a obsession right,I just want to be with him,talk to him,stay close to him,touch him,drown in his bright almond ocean eyes,I want him to look me only me,those pretty eyes deserved to look at me only,his pretty long fingers are deserved to fit in my hand only ,and his lips ,they are honey coated,shiney texture lips which deserved to on mine lips,I lost count how many times i thought to taste those shining honey petals,but I have controlled my feelings as I don't want him feel uncomfortable around if one he got to know about me,and his long pretty perfect legs are deserved to "🙈"ahh~ iam shy to say
Well about me,you can think that "don't I have any work to do " but tell me is there any important work than protecting my lovely pretty beautiful angel,no right?
And I run a company as CEO I can make any rules and can change any rules,like that I dumped all my work on my PA,I will go to office when it is super important
Now tell me am I obsessive,bad stalker?no right
I want to propose him so I can be closer to him by staying beside him All daybut iam afraid of his rejection
Meanwhile On other side of nation
Kim Taehyung ,a top most handsome,pretty looking actor but he denies it
Tae pov
It all started a few weeks ago. I noticed a strange feeling, like someone was watching me. At first, I thought it was just my imagination. But it went on for days, and I couldn't shake the feeling that someone was following me. I tried to ignore it, but it was like something was constantly tugging at the back of my mind.
I tried to convince myself that it was just paranoia, but deep down, I knew there was something more. I started noticing small details, things that seemed out of place. A shadow in an alleyway that disappeared too quickly, footsteps outside my door late at night. I felt like I was losing my mind, but the feeling of being watched persisted.
The feeling of someone stalking me,it's not going whatever I do,I feel someone touching me when iam sleeping,to be honest iam scared little.that's why I wanted to confirm it,that this is just my feeling or somenone really stalking me,so I thought an idea,just going with flow of my gut feeling, I did,I pretended as I slept.And that day sacrificing my precious sleep is worth it because not only I got confirmation about Stalker but I also found out that the stalker is not a bad person but a good person like even he got chance to do something to me but still he didn't do anything to me,so I thought to leave it, until one day when I noticed something strange
One day my friend jimin invited me to a cafe for a talk ,but jimin also bring his another friend too but tae don't know that another friend
At cafe
JM - taehyungahh~~~
Tae - Jiminiee ~~~
They both hugged each other not noticing the glare of another person
They went to near reserved table and sit on chair
JM - Taetae sit there "pointing to his opposite chair"some water spilled on this chair
Tae - okay Minnie
Noticing someone beside him
Tae - hi iam Kim taehyung
That person - I know
Tae - huh? how you know?
That person - who will not know about most handsome pretty actor
Tae - ohh thanks but I am not handsome pretty actor iam just a simple actor
That person - people must be blind not to see your beauty
Tae - "blushed"you still didn't say your name
JM - ahem "clearing his throat"I am here too
And tae this is Jeon jungkook my friend
Tae - nice to meet you jungkookshi
Jk - nice to meet you taehyung hyung you can just call me jungkook or kook
They talked for sometime until Jimin got a phone call,he excused himself to attend the call Then he went out leaving both of them in silence,being a clumsy person tae accidentally spill a juice on jungkook, continuously apologizing while taking issue and tried to clean the area where juice fell,but softly kook hold tae's hand saying it's ok,then their eyes met, staring like no tomorrow but interrupted by jimin entry,Jimin said he had to go as some urgent work come up and jungkook also left from there with jimin.Then there is tae thinking what he just saw ,the same tattoo which he saw on jungkook hand a while ago when kook hold his hand ,it is the same tattoo of the person who is stalking me
He thought may be both have same tattoo,may be he is overthinking , but
he still wanted to reconfirm it, so he followed same idea and didn't sleep that night ,he acts as he's
sleeping then as usual stalker come inside the house, sit beside tae,as usually talking about his tae but he also said about cafe juice incident not noticing tae didn't sleep,after sometime he left the room after kissing his forehead and peck his cheek
Just after heard click sound which means jungkook left,tae sit up with a shock face and started thinking himself why would a great businessmen stalk a simple actor like me
But still his heart felt something which can't be explained,like someone is there for him,who want to protect him ,like him.so he leave it with thought if he wants to stalk me then ok let him do his work ,I will do my work to make him lose his control *smirked*
From that day tae started testing jungkook patience and desires by wearing little revealing clothes at home to look sexy and may be his plans also working on certain someone who zoom their camera as much as possible
The realization that he has been stalked slowly sinks in, and Tae feels a wave of mixed emotions. He is overwhelmed by a sense of violation, as if his privacy has been invaded and violated. But then he also feels a strange sense of relief, knowing that the Stalker has been there all along, silently keeping an eye on him. There is a small part of him that appreciates the protection and security it brings, but he is still confused as to why this person has chosen him as their object of attention.
Tae - when I got to know the great Jeon jungkook is stalking me
then I should be scared right?
I Should contact police that someone is stalking me,I should tell my friends,or my hyungs or To someone but no I didn't do any of it because I kinda like that stalking person,I like how he always come behind me to see whether iam alright or not,he always make sure to give me the feeling of protected,he is such a handsome freak,ahh his buff body is just tooo perfect to not notice it
His thick thighs can easily handle my weight even if I sit on his lap all day, his veiny hand which can choke me hard,his tattooed arm which can scoop my pretty waist,his doe eyes which are so innocent that he didn't commit any crime,and his lips ,they are soft velvety , strawberry coloured lips and most important the mole below his lip is just a way of Tempting me to lose control
Sometimes, when I'm alone in my room, I can feel his eyes on me. It's like a heat on my skin, a shiver down my spine. I know he's there, watching me, even if I can't see him. But I can't deny that a part of me likes it. There's something exhilarating about knowing that someone is so obsessed with me. It makes me feel wanted, desired. But at the same time, it scares me. I wonder if he'll ever show himself.
There's something about the intensity of his gaze that makes my heart race. It's a strange feeling, to be stalked by someone you can't help but be infatuated with.
Sometimes, I dream about him. In my dreams, he finally shows himself, and we kiss, touch, and explore each other like we've always wanted to. But every time I wake up, I'm alone, and there's no sign that he was ever there. It's like he only exists in my fantasies, and I wonder if I'm going crazy, imagining things that aren't real.
But then again, part of me doesn't want it to stop. I know it's messed up, but I can't help the way I feel. I know it's not a good thing for doing this to me, I can't deny the attraction I feel towards him. It's a crazy, dangerous kind of attraction that pulls me in like a magnet. I'm drawn to him, like a moth to a flame.
After some weeks
Taehyung thinking himself
It's enough now I have given so many days to pickup his confidence to propose me but still he didn't even take one single step towards me
I want to feel his love 🥺
I want to feel his hands on me 🙂
I want to feel his lips on mine🥲
I want to feel his massive di*k inside me 🤧
I want to feel his body on me 🥺
I know you all thinking iam a horny person
But iam actually a horny person (internal screams external cries 😭)
I guess I need to help myself
(Ahem if you know ,you know 🌚)
On other side
As CEO of company kook had a lots of work in which he needed and this office works made him being far away from his pretty angel,so he thought a an idea to put a voice recorder in tae room, without him knowing,so he can listen to tae anytime and impliment idea that day.
On next day when he was driving a car,he listened a sound in his earbud to which he was about to crashed his car and also his brain and breaks worked properly that's why he immediately stopped his car, then he continued to listened and he heard his name in tae's moanings.
after taking some deep breaths ,he take u turn and hurriedly went to tae's apartment and without thinking about anything just opened the door went inside he saw where tae just come from shower ,with a plain white ,upper two buttons open showing his milky skin without a pant while wiping his hair while a humming a song
Maybe because of controlling his desire for long time,he lost his control now removing his mask and cap went to tae, saying sorry he grabbed tae waist and hold tae neck slam his lips on to taes
As Tae walked out of the bathroom, fresh from his shower, he was humming a tune while drying his hair with a towel. He had no idea that Jungkook was already inside the house, watching him with desire.Just as he was about to finish drying his hair, Tae felt strong hands grab his waist and a firm grip on his neck. Before he could react, Jungkook crashed their mouths together, capturing his lips in a hungry and possessive kiss.
Tae was taken aback by the sudden and intense kiss, but soon, his body responded to the familiar touch of Jungkook. He felt himself melting into the kiss, a wave of pleasure and desire washed over him.
Jungkook pulled him closer, pressing their bodies together as he deepened the kiss. His hands roamed over Tae's body, exploring every inch of his bare skin. He nibbled and sucked on Tae's bottom lip, before trailing kisses down his neck.
With Tae's neck exposed, Jungkook took the opportunity to shower it with kisses and nibbles. He knew exactly what spots to kiss to make Tae moan and gasp, and he took full advantage of it.
As he continued to kiss and bite at Tae's sensitive flesh, he slowly backed him up towards the bedroom. His hands roamed further down Tae's body, squeezing his ass, while Tae's hands tangled in Jungkook's hair.
As they stumbled into the bedroom, still locked in a passionate kiss, Jungkook spun Tae around to face the bed. He pulled away from the kiss, panting slightly as he slightly pushed Tae onto the bed.
Tae landed on the bed with a gasp, looking up at Jungkook with a mixture of desire and surprise. "Jungkook?" he whispered, his voice laced with a hint of a moan.
Jungkook crawling over Tae to cage him in. "Lets complete this first I will explain all later ," he said, directly looking at Tae's eyes and tae nodded his head while wrapping his arms around kook neck
~~BADUM-BADUM~~
~~WHOOSH~~
~~KISS~~
~~SQUEEZE~~
~~SQUELCH~~
~~TWITCH~~
~~HUH-MHMM~~
~~SUCK~~
~~AGHH-NGHH~~
~~BULGE~~
~~THRUST~~
~~THWOP~~
~~FWOP~~
~~SQUELCH~~
~~SQUELCH~~
~~SQUIRT~~
~~DRIP~~
♥︎
•••
After the huge workout kook and tae are cuddling
JK - So you already know that iam stalking you and who i am
Tae - hmm,because of my intelligent ideas i found out that someone stalking me without bad intentions and again with my brilliant memory i got to know that you are the one who is stalking me and also i sometimes listened to you when you talking about your day like that i got confirmation about you
JK - hmm,iam sorry without your permission i did all these,i know iam bad person, even now i did it without asking your consent,iam sorry taetae hyungie 🥺
Tae - 😶 who said your bad person and also you didn't asked my consent but you already have my consent to do anything
and jungkook iam also a big bad person you know
JK - what are you talking hyungie, you are best person in the world
Tae - no kook no,iam a bad person
i tempted you to touch me even knowing you had a hard time to control yourself,i even seduced you to lose control,such bad person i am 🤧
you know kook one bad person and another bad person can make good person.lets try it.
Jk - huh?
Tae - its -1X-1=1 theory
Jk - no wonder i didn't understand it first because its maths
Tae - leave that,are you ready to make a good human
Jk - hmm "shy"
Tae - then kim taehyung always ready to do that with jungkook
Jk - Jeon Jungkook born ready to satisfy taehyung
(AND THE BABY MAKING PROCESS STARTED🌚)
Tae - MY STALKER "smiled and looking at cute sleeping bunny"
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𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗘𝗡𝗗... (๑•ᴗ•๑)♡
