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— THE CALL JEON JUNGKOOK

©My1forwonniexluvs 2025.

𝗦𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀 : A late night call from your brother’s best friend turns into old feelings, and a night you won’t forget. Plus He needed a place to stay. You needed control.

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 : brother bestfriend!Jungkook x female reader

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 : Smut! Bathroom & bed sex , multiple orgasm! Dirty Talk, Fingering, Pussy-Slapping, Spit, Praise, Choking, Manhandling, Masturbation, Sex-Toys, Squirting, let’s just say they fuckin reaaall good,tension!!, teasing! (Reader is shy) and ofcourse some fluff and the end bc i love them and y’all :3

(Don’t read it if you’re uncomfortable!)

WC : 20.08K 🤯

dissi’s note ; this took me 3-weeks to write bc some of my ideas sadly run away from me, im not a professional so don’t judge me (i tried ma best),,, i saw an edit of him where he was calling and ugh guys he’s was lookin teww good, anyways hope y’all enjoy it much loves me <3

Sorry for some errors

You weren’t expecting your phone to buzz this late but the buzz of your phone pulled you out of that strange, hazy space between sleep and consciousness.

You blinked against the soft glow of your lamp, confused for a second as your hand reached clumsily across the nightstand. The screen lit up again.

Unknown Number.
11:42 PM.

You hesitated.

Your thumb hovered over the screen. You weren’t expecting anyone especially not this late. For a moment, you thought about letting it go to voicemail. But something in your gut said to answer.

You swiped.

“…Hello?”

There was a pause on the other end, then the sound of someone exhaling a little breathy, a little familiar.

“Hey… it’s me Jungkook.”

You sat up in bed, your heart stuttering in your chest. “j-jungkook?”

“Yeah.” His voice was low, rough like he’d been yelling or smoking or maybe hadn’t slept. “Sorry. I know it’s super late.”

You blinked at the ceiling, trying to process. Jungkook. Your brother’s best friend. Tattoo artist. The guy who used to toss you soft insults like “shrimp” or “kiddo” but always opened doors for you when he thought you weren’t looking.

The guy you hadn’t seen in months, not since your brother’s birthday in March. Not since that one night you accidentally caught him shirtless in the hallway and couldn't stop thinking about the way his ink looked in the glow of the bathroom light.

“…Why are you calling me?” “I, uh…” There was a laugh soft, sheepish. “I didn’t know who else to call. I just got out of the shop and...things got weird at my apartment. I needed a place to crash and well, you came to mind.”

You blinked. “Me?”

“Yeah,” he said again, and now he sounded… gentle. Almost sweet. “You’ve always been really… I don’t know. Kind. Thought maybe you wouldn’t slam the door in my face.” Your heart picked up speed. “What happened at your place?”

“Roommate drama,” he said quickly. “Nothing dangerous. Just loud. Stupid. Didn’t feel like sleeping with a door between me and a shouting match, y’know?” You bit your lip. You should probably say no. It was late. You were in your cute flower pajamas. This was your brother’s best friend. He wasn’t just anyone.

But it was also Jungkook. The one who let you borrow his headphones at the beach that one summer. The one who used to sketch in the corner of your kitchen while your brother cooked. The one who always greeted you like you mattered.

“…Yeah, okay,” you said quietly. “You can come over.”

There was a beat of silence.

“For real?” You could hear the smile in his voice. And maybe something else. “Yeah,” you said, voice soft. “For real.”

You barely had time to straighten your couch cushions, a quick glance at the mirror before the knock came at your door.

It wasn’t loud, but it had weight to it like he knew you were up but didn’t want to startle you.

You opened the door.

He stood there in the dim hallway light hoodie slung over one shoulder, damp from the humidity, and a backpack clutched in one hand. His black hair was messy, like he’d run a hand through it a dozen times. His eyes landed on you, then flicked down briefly, taking in your flower fitted tank top and worn-in sleep shorts.

You suddenly remembered what you were wearing and folded your arms.

“Hey,” he said, smiling a little. “Thanks for not leaving me on the street.”

You rolled your eyes. “You’d probably just flirt with your way into someone else’s apartment.”

He grinned. “Only yours.”

Your breath caught in your throat. Just for a second. You stepped aside, not trusting yourself to respond.

He slipped off his shoes and walked in like he belonged, glancing around the small but cozy space.

“Still smells like vanilla in here,” he said, dropping his backpack near the couch. “You always liked those candles.”

You shrugged, hugging your arms tighter. “Helps me focus.”

He nodded, then looked at you again. “You’ve changed your hair.”

You touched it instinctively. “Yeah. Chopped it off a few weeks ago.”

“It looks good.”

That shouldn’t have made your stomach flutter. But it did.

He dropped down onto the couch, letting out a long exhale, like he’d been carrying tension all day.

“shit,” he muttered, tilting his head back. “You ever have one of those days where everything just… doesn’t stop going wrong?”

“Uni is basically that every week.”

He cracked an eye open, grinning. “Fair. What are you studying again?”

“Still psych.”

“Right,” he nodded. “You always wanted to understand people.”

You paused. “I guess.”

He turned toward you on the couch now, one leg bent beneath him.

“Bet you could figure me out, huh?” You looked at him, startled by the way he was watching you, like he was curious, but also like he already knew something you didn’t. “I doubt that,” you mumbled. “Why?”

You avoided his eyes, stepping toward the kitchen. “You’ve always been kind of a mystery.”

“Is that why you barely used to talk to me?” he called after you, teasing. “I thought you hated me.”

You grabbed two bottles of Soju and returned slowly. “I didn’t hate you.”

He raised a brow. “No?”

You handed him one bottle and sat at the opposite end of the couch, putting just enough space between you that it felt safe.

“You just…” You cleared your throat. “You were always a little intense.”

He smiled over the rim of his Soju bottle. “Still am.”

You didn’t respond, too busy trying to slow your pulse.

He set the Soju down and leaned forward, arms resting on his knees.

“Seriously, though,” he said, softer now. “I appreciate this.”

You looked at him.

“No one’s ever really… picked up for me like that. Not without wanting something.” You blinked. “I didn’t think about it. I just wanted to help.”

He nodded slowly. “Yeah. That’s why I thought of you.”

His words settled between you, heavier than they should’ve been. His eyes lingered on yours a second too long before he leaned back, stretching again, hoodie lifting just slightly to expose a sliver of skin above his waistband and the edge of ink that curled up along his ribs.

You looked away fast.

But he noticed.

And smirked.

“So…” you said after a long moment, tucking your legs beneath you on the couch. “You seriously couldn’t stay at your place?”

Jungkook let out a low sigh, stretching one arm behind his head. “Nah. It’s been weird lately. Roommate brought his new girl over, and they argue like it’s a sport. I needed air.”

You nodded, watching the way the muscles in his forearm flexed beneath his sleeve. His tattoos swirled in and out of view with each casual shift. The sight was hypnotic in the low light.

“Figured I could crash at the shop, but I’ve already been sleeping there too often. Gets cold. Smells like disinfectant and ink.”

You tilted your head. “What’s that like? Sleeping where you work?”

He looked at you, eyes softening. “Kinda awful. Makes you forget you’re a person.”

That made your chest twist a little.

He added, “But tonight, for some reason… I thought of you.”

You blinked. “Why?”

“I don’t know.” He gave a small shrug, eyes dropping to your hands, then back to your face. “You’ve always been different. Sweet, quiet. Like… comfort.”

Your cheeks burned. You looked away, heart picking up pace again.

“I never knew you thought of me like that.”

Jungkook smiled faintly. “Maybe I didn’t let myself think about it too hard before.”

He said it so casually. Like it wasn’t something that would haunt you later in the dark.

“So,” you asked, trying to change the subject, “how’s tattooing been? You said you were working late?”

“Yeah.” He leaned forward, elbows on his knees again. “Finished a half-sleeve on this girl who wanted flowers and a dragon twined together. Took forever, but it came out dope.”

“Do you ever get tired of it?”

He shook his head. “Nah. It’s the one thing I never burn out on. I like the stories people bring. Like… tattoos are permanent. You don’t do that for no reason.”

You smiled. “You sound passionate.”

“I am.” He grinned. “Want one?”

You raised a brow. “A tattoo?”

“Yeah.”

You laughed nervously. “I-i don’t think I’d survive the pain.”

Jungkook scooted an inch closer, eyes locked on yours. “I’d go easy on you.” Your breath caught.

“I’d make it small,” he continued, voice low. “Hidden. Personal. Something just for you.”

You couldn’t think of a single smart thing to say. Your brain was screaming while your mouth stayed frozen.

“You’d let me mark you, right?” he asked, voice barely above a whisper. “I’d take my time.”

You were blushing so hard, it hurt.

“Why are you talking like that?” you managed, voice a little higher than intended.

“Like what?”

“Like you’re… flirting.”

He tilted his head, and now there was no trace of innocence in his expression. “Maybe I am.”

You swallowed. “Why?”

He inched closer. You didn’t move.

“You really want me to answer that?”

His voice was quiet but deep, pulling at something low in your stomach.

“I don’t think my brother would—”

He cut you off. “He’s not here.”

The silence that followed felt like a thread pulled too tight. Every nerve in your body buzzed. You hadn’t noticed how close he’d gotten until now his knee touching yours again, this time intentional. His scent clean and warm and a little sharp clouded your thoughts.

Jungkook reached out gently, brushing a strand of hair from your face. His fingers were calloused, warm.

“You always looked at me like you were scared to say something,” he murmured. “Now I wonder what would’ve happened if you had.”

“I wasn’t scared,” you whispered.

“No?” You shook your head slowly.

He leaned in, just enough for his breath to ghost over your skin. “Say something now.” Your eyes met his and the space between you felt charged, magnetic, dangerous. So you said the truth. “I used to have a crush on you.” He smiled. “I know.” Your jaw dropped slightly. “You—?”

“I could tell,” he said, amused but gentle. “You never spoke more than five words when I was around. You always turned shy when I caught you staring.”

You groaned and dropped your face into your hands. “This is embarrassing.” But Jungkook just chuckled, low and soft.

“I thought it was cute,” he said. “Still do.”

You peeked at him through your fingers. “What about now?” you asked before you could stop yourself.

He blinked. “What?”

“Now that I’m not a kid anymore. Now that I talk.”

There was a beat of silence.

Then, slowly, Jungkook leaned in again his face just inches from yours now.

“I think,” he murmured, “I’m in trouble.”

Your breath hitched.

“I’m serious,” he said, voice thick now. “You’re not just cute anymore. You’re smart. And sharp. And kind. You make this place feel like peace.”

He was so close, you could feel the heat from his skin. His eyes flicked down to your lips, then back up.

“I didn’t come here planning anything,” he whispered. “But now that I’m here…”

He didn’t finish the sentence. He didn’t need to.

You leaned in barely and that was all the permission he needed.

His mouth brushed yours like a question. You answered it with a kiss.

It started slow. Soft. His lips were warm, careful, lingering. But then he kissed you again deeper this time and you melted.

His hand came up to cradle your jaw, thumb brushing the edge of your cheek. You shifted closer, legs brushing his, heart hammering in your chest like a drumline.

He tasted like spearmint and something darker, something you couldn’t name but never wanted to forget.

You didn’t know how long it lasted. But when he pulled back just slightly, resting his forehead against yours you were breathless.

He whispered, “Still scared of me?”

You shook your head.

He smiled. “Good.”

His smile faded as his thumb continued brushing your cheek, slow and deliberate like he was memorizing the shape of your face. The way he looked at you… it was like you were something he’d waited on for too long.

You weren’t sure who moved first this time maybe it was both of you. But suddenly, his lips were on yours again, firmer now. Hungrier.

He kissed you like he meant it.

Like he wasn’t thinking anymore.

Your hands curled into the front of his hoodie as he shifted closer, chest pressing against yours. One of his hands slipped down, resting on your thigh fingers splaying gently, grounding you and making your skin spark all at once. He pulled back slightly, breathless, eyes heavy.

“Tell me if this is too much,” he said, voice low and ragged. You shook your head quickly. “It’s not.”A soft smile tugged at the corner of his mouth before he leaned back in, catching your mouth with his again and this time, it wasn’t sweet. It was need. His hand slid up, fingers slipping beneath the hem of your tank top, just enough to feel the warmth of your skin. He groaned quietly against your lips, like he was holding back more than he wanted to.

You gasped softly when he tilted your chin up, deepening the kiss. His tongue teased the seam of your lips and you let him in without hesitation. The sensation was dizzying the way he tasted, the way he moved, how his body curved into yours like it belonged there. Your thighs tightened instinctively, and he noticed. “You’re shaking,” he whispered between kisses. You whispered back, “I’m not used to this.” “This?”

His lips ghosted down your neck, slow, like he was savoring the words. “Or me? You didn’t answer. He smirked against your skin. “I’ll go slow,” he promised “Just let me kiss you.” And kiss you, he did. His big hands slid around your waist, drawing you into his lap like it was the most natural thing in the world. You straddled him without thinking knees on either side of his thighs, your hands tangling into his hair as his mouth moved down your neck, soft and open.

“Fuck,” he breathed, pulling back to look at you, “you’re even prettier up close.” Your heart tumbled into your stomach. “You’re not what I expected,”

you admitted, brushing a lock of hair from his face. “I always thought you were just…” “Just what?” “Cool. Confident. Untouchable.”

He chuckled, kissing your jaw. “I’m literally touchable right now.” “You know what I mean.” He looked up at you then the teasing dropping from his expression, something more vulnerable peeking through. “I used to tell myself I was imagining it,” he said quietly. “The way you looked at me. I didn’t want to be the guy who made a move on his best friend’s little sister.”

You blinked. “But you’re here now.”

“I am.” He nodded slowly. “And I don’t want to pretend anymore.”

There was something in his tone something serious beneath the heat. It grounded you. Reminded you that this wasn’t a hookup, not for either of you. “Why now?” you asked. “Why tonight?”

Jungkook brushed your cheek again, eyes searching yours. “Because I didn’t want to sleep somewhere cold. And you… you’ve always felt warm to me.”

Your breath hitched again. He looked so sincere. So close. Like he was inviting you to fall, not just kiss. And you did. The next kiss was deeper. Slower. Less urgency, more meaning. His hands roamed your sides, careful, reverent. Yours slipped beneath his hoodie, fingers grazing the taut skin of his abs, the curves of his tattoos and the groan that tore from his throat at that touch made heat flood your core. “You have no idea what you do to me,” he said against your mouth. You smiled against his lips. “Tell me.”

His hands gripped your waist tighter. “You make me want to forget rules. Forget reasons.”

“You already have.”

That earned you a growl of a laugh. “Yeah. I really have.”

He leaned in again but this time, slower, like he was memorizing the taste of your lips, the shape of your mouth. Your hands threaded through his hair, tugging lightly, and his breath hitched in response. You hadn’t realized how much space you’d closed. How tightly you’d wrapped yourself around him. Or how steady his heartbeat was beneath your palms. But you weren’t scared.You were burning. And when you shifted your hips against him curious, tentative his head dropped back with a groan. “Okay,” he breathed, grinning breathlessly, “we should slow down before I actually lose my mind.” You flushed instantly. “Sorry—” He shook his head, smiling up at you. “Don’t be. Just didn’t expect to be this gone over you already.”

You looked at him flushed cheeks, swollen lips, eyes half-lidded with something almost like affection.

And your heart ached. “You’re not just saying that?”

He sat up straighter, arms circling your waist. “I wouldn’t lie to you.”

The silence that followed was charged but soft. He tucked your hair behind your ear, eyes dragging slowly across your face.

“You’re different now,” he said, almost to himself. “Not just my friend’s little sister. You’re… you.”

You tilted your head. “And who’s that?”

He smiled, pressing his forehead against yours again. “Someone I want to see more of. For real.”

Your heart nearly gave out.

“…You want to stay the night, right?” you asked, voice barely above a whisper.

He grinned. “Only if I’m sleeping next to you.”

You handed him a pair of clean joggers you kept from your brother’s last visit. Jungkook changed in the bathroom while you climbed into bed and tried not to let your brain spiral. This wasn’t just a flirtation anymore. Not just a late-night visitor. He had kissed you like he meant it. Looked at you like you mattered. Said things that stuck in your chest like they belonged there.

When he came out, your breath caught.

His hoodie was off now tattoos fully on display, arms littered with black-and-gray ink, a delicate blend of hard edges and soft lines. His torso was toned, lean, and impossible not to stare at. The joggers hung low on his hips, casual but criminal. Jungkook caught your stare and smirked. “You good?” You blinked fast. “t-totally fine. Yep.” Knowing damn well you were was wet as fuck.

He climbed into bed next to you like it was the most normal thing in the world, throwing an arm behind his head and glancing at the ceiling.

20 minutes later

As jungkook tried to sleep, he hard something,in the dead of the night, he heard it. A faint sound. Almost like a soft moan and vibrator. Jungkook froze, straining to listen. You were also gone, which made him confused. But he knew it was you. it was definitely coming from the bathroom,It was quiet at first, like you were trying to hold it in, but then it came again low, muffled, His heart tightened. He knew it was you.

Meanwhile : You were fucking yourself on the toilet seat. You couldn’t keep your body from squirming around as your vibrator leaked all your juices,rolling back and forth the more you dripped the slower you went with the toy. Your poor self clenched around it, thinking about Jungkook “M-mmph—“ you went not having any self control. “J…jungk—“! You moan to yourself softly. Thinking about how he would fuck your wet juicy cunt. you being so overstimmed that your body’s vibrating, legs trembling, tears were almost starting to come and lips puffy from biting them.

Jungkook’s feet hit the floor with a soft thud, his mind racing. He hadn’t meant to intrude on your space, but now… he couldn't just ignore it. He needed to see it maybe even feel it. He stood up as fast as he could and padded softly down the hallway. The light from under the bathroom flickered, illuminating a small crack where the door was slightly ajar.He knocked gently. "y/n?," he called, voice soft and unsure, "everything okay in there?" There was a pause, then a whimper. "I-i'm fine, don’t w-worry!" your voice trembled a bit. Jungkook’s heart knew better, I’m mean who are you fooling? He knew that tone the one that said you were anything then ‘doing’ fine. He didn’t hesitated for a moment, then pushed the door open You were sitting on the toilet seat, pulling your panties and pj shorts up. knees now hugged to your chest, your face hidden and the vibrator behind your back. He stood there for a moment, unsure of what to do,Before walking towards you. He didn’t touch you right away. He chuckled, glancing you up and down “aw hiding now pretty?, i heard your dirty moans.” Jungkook’s voice was barely above a whisper while saying that, “still shy?” when you looked up, your eyes met his. You looked a little surprised and embarrassed, but there was a vulnerability there. And something in his chest softened.

“Please go away,” you whispered. “Oh no, I’m not going anyway pretty.”

“In fact, i wanna hear you again baby,” Jungkook said, his voice steady. “I loved hearing you.”

He came closer, "Let me see," he interrupted softly, lifting your chin to face him. You looked him up again, not facing him away, he didn’t pull away. Jungkook bit his lip, his mind racing, oh? the things he could do to you right now. "You need to get that cleaned up. Want me to help you?." His gaze flickered over to the sink, and without another thought, he picked you up and putted on the bathroom counter top. The vibrator later fell, And you sat there shy, still in a state of shock. "I didn’t mean to make a mess." You said embarrassed. He smirks and glanced at your pj shorts, seeing a wet stain. Still holding your waist. “But you did baby, take these off. I wanna watch how you touch your pussy.” He said trying to hide his excitement. You listened and nervously pulled them off, closing your legs once you were exposed, and the material slowly fell on the bathroom floor. The fact that you shouldn’t be letting your brother’s bestfriend see your private parts, but jungkook’s eyes kept telling you he knew what’s best and you didn’t know what to do but to listen to him. Your poor wet pussy was betraying you as well, juices leaking down to your little hole as he took his big hands and spread your legs open. You liked the way he was manhandling you. “I know you play with yourself pretty, don’t be scared yeah?. Lemme see your juicy cunt.”

You slowly began rubbing yourself, letting out a whimper as you circled over your aching clit again. You were embarrassingly so soaked, rubbing your fingers down your slippery folds. Your heavy eyes slipped close, you let out a whine. He looked so proud and smiled “my good fuckin' girl, now fuck yourself with your dirty toy” as he grabbed the vibrator from the ground. Licking the left over juices and turning it on. The vibration was shy at first, the toy vibrated at the exact spot where you wanted. Your hip jumps “Mmph— don’t! don’t stop, f-fuck” you parted your lips, sighing uncontrollably.

He stopped and spat a thick glob of salvia onto your already wet messy cunt, giving you a nasty smirk. "What? My dirty slut never had her pussy spat on like this?" He asked, knowing damn well he was teasing the shit out of you. His degrading words sending a shiver up in the most delicious way ever. He didn’t care that you wanted to be fucked badly, He loved how you and your pussy reacted to him, you ofcourse had the most prettiest and tightest cunt he had ever seen. Enough teasing and staring, he put the toy back on. “ouhh, fuckin pretty cunt likes gettin' fucked by the toy huh?” His words were dirty but so delicious, only making you wetter and clench around it, as he shot you that cocky smirk.

you couldn’t help and let out a whine, trying to be stubborn and kicking him, trying to close your legs, trying to stop his big hands and the vibrator in attempts to get him to slow down or stop. “no no no. dirty girl, remember what u asked for,hm?” he spreaded your legs even more apart, lifting one even up and turning the setting a little faster, the toy to hit that delicious spot of yours. you let out a big dirty moan as your orgasm hit you harder than the previous ones, drilling it into your abused cunt. “mmh j-jungkoo! fuck n-no more! no more! Please” you cried, kicking him in attempts to get away.

“acting so dirty and the second i give it to you, you don't want it anymore? aw too bad ‘cause you're gonna take what I’m drilling into you. Keep your fuckin legs up.” Jungkook smirked as he tried to open your mouth. “Open your mouth baby, h-hold still” you open your mouth but also trying to keep focus on him. “aahh” you said with your tongue out. Jungkook spat in your mouth. “Mmhh, you like being dirty huh pretty?.” The vibrator kept drilling your pussy “oh fuck o-oh fuck, yessss”. He looked so intense in your eyes and pussy “keep your eyes on me baby, only on me.”

“j-jungkook p-please!” you were getting close, really close. your mouth was about to make an ‘o’ as your orgasm almost came and that was when he stopped the toy, for the second time now, not having an orgasm. “i'm gonna finger u so good,I’m not stopping until you only know my name, I’m tired this little pathetic vibrator making u feel good, only i can make u crazy. Ready for me mama?” he said, proud but not satisfied at the relentless expression on your face. “ur so so so beautiful when your desperate, aw mama” he slapped harshly on your beautiful clit. and again. making your legs tremble. Then kissed you so harshly. “Mmhh, look at that” He pumped his fingers in and out at an unforgettable pace, the bathroom filled with the sound of your whining and whimpering, as well as the squelches of your sweet little cunt. Your clit throbs “ah- i

“Shh…look at me rubbing that beautiful cunt.” Jungkook spat out, running his fingers up and down your juicy folds. He knew exactly what he was doing and about to do and just couldn’t hold himself back.

This teasing fucker already had you on the brink of an orgasm by just his fingers. The way his long fingers moved back and forth, smearing your sticky juices across his big hands, had you gasping while you tried to hold your legs back. Your body was becoming limp though. “I-i’m gonna cum, please Keep going,don’t stop.” You said breathless. “Let me have a taste”he pert his nose and rubbing it against your swollen clit as his tongue rapidly licked through your soaked folds, then looked you, up smirking and licking his lips “mmhh you taste so fuckin sweet.” He stopped and stood up just to see how fucked u were, he licked his fingers and kissed you like he never did. “mmhh jungkook…” i breathe against his mouth. “t-the bedroom..” he doesn’t hesitate. he grabbed you hard by the ass and stands in one smooth movement, his mouth never leaving mine. “I’m gonna fuck you-“ he throws you on the bed and smirks “sooo hard.” he smiled as he climbed on top of you.

You look him desperately up “Shut up and fuck me…” he grins wider, but he stays silent. like he’s challenging you, like he’s saying, alright. I’ll show you.

“fuck , gonna be a dirty brat?” He licks his lips, toying your sensitive nipples. “fuck baby, I’m so fucking hard.” he was smiling so hard , he loved this. He spreads your legs so wide apart, His Long fingers moved inside you at a rapid pace, repeatedly bruising your sweet spot as he choked you. This man knew how he could make you crazy and you knew you couldn’t hold back any longer. “D-don’t stop… k-keep fingering me. D-don’t stop. gonna cum so hard.” Your voice strained as he applied pressure against your neck “so sensitive pretty , should i make you cum?” you nodded, legs tired as you tried to close them. but that didn’t stop him. “Kook..need you.”

He slided his tip in, his eyes rolling back as he felt your wet hole immediately grip his dick. “Oh fuckkk..so t-tight.” He mumbled, holding back a smile as he pushed himself in a little further. his abs tensed as he rolls his hips into you. Every detail accentuated by the sheen of sweat covering him as he chases his release. He feels so fucking good, feeling him twitching inside of you.

“Fuck y-your so big.” you moved your hips,he chuckled. “am i too big for u, mama?” he groaned “well too bad.” watching your precious cunt suck him in. “Such a beautiful slut.” he said , slapping your face as he grinned, legs almost slap against his face. “your squeezing me in baby, fuck, fuck , feel that?” you moaned. “is that what you are? a dirty princess who lets her brothers bestfriend fuck you dumb?” you nodded and bit your lips , “yes, fuck yes” you open your mouth, wanting his spit. “What a dirty little whore.” he spat a thick glob in your mouth and smearing it on your face. slapped your tits, signaling he’s speeding up. You could feel your eyes rolling back again, head spinning and cunt pulsing as one more push of his big cock hit your climax. And it did, he didn’t know you were a squirter, but he felt it “a-a-a-hhh fuck i n-need too p-pee!” You screamed “its n-not pee baby, come on..let it all out let it all out, be a good slut for me, come on.” He groaned against your head.There it was, you letting a fountain of clear liquid spray both of your bodies as you completely let go. “u-u-ugh fuckkkk, i-i can’t, n-no more!” He tastes the last drop of squirt. “gooood fucking girl, fuckk..you did it, you did it baby…good fuckin girl. look at the mess you made, look at it” he touched your cunt to get some juice so you could taste yourself “here have a taste, you taste so good.” You made intense eye contact while licking his fingers. “your not tired aren’t you?” You nodded. “I-I’m so tired, i cant.” He smirked “too bad, get ready for round two.” He groaned, encouraging you on as his hand went down to spank your clit to make you gush more. “n-no no, i caaaan’t, fuck fuck fuck”

The pressure you were feeling was overwhelming but so was the pleasure that was hitting your body, it had you moaning his name “j-jungkook, fuck yes.” And all while he made you look him in the eyes. “Eyes up here pretty, come on do it for me.” You couldn’t control it, your pussy clenching as he made squirt all over his toned stomach again,from his slowed thrusts. “Good fuckin girl.. let it go.. you know I love doing that to you..” He groaned, encouraging you on as his hand down to spank your clit to make you gush more. “I-i’m peeing again, fuckkkk.” He loved how dumb you were,

He saw your legs tremble,body vibrating and jungkook still got that fucking look in his eyes, like he’s obsessed, like he’s trying to breed something inside you. his hips are dragging slow but punishing, while your pussy’s so puffy and raw, you don’t even remember how many times you’ve came on him. “Your takin my cock and hands so well..” His words were dirty, only making you squirt around him a little more. As he shot you that cocky smirk. He pulled his cock out the came on your stomach “fuuuckk look at that..you made me feel so good.” rubbed his spit-covered with cum on his palm hard over your face. And smearing your squirt on his cock. That had you gasping while you still tried to hold your legs wide. Your body was becoming limp. And rubbing his nose against your nose and kissed you, clit was so swollen. Slap slap slap as he slapped your wet cunt “mmph—“

Jungkook bit his lip, his mind racing from what just happened “You need to get that cleaned up. It looks bad." He teased His gaze flickered over the bed and you. He smiled proudly giving you thousands of kisses. You still lie on the bed, being sore was fuck and in a state of shock. "I’ve never been fucked that good…” You glance at him with a half open eye. “Oh yeah? Cause I’ve never fucked a pussy that good," he replied quickly, trying to make you laugh. He gently lied next to you. The contact was brief, but he still could feel the heat from your skin. And his heart skipped a beat.

His eyes flickered back to you and the your stomach, noticing the mess and the way it was splattered all over the bed. “Let’s get you cleaned up first, alright?” Jungkook’s voice was gentle, but there was a tinge of concern.

You nodded, still looking half knocked out. "I feel so numb." Jungkook took a deep breath, then laughed. Trying to keep his focus. “Don’t. Accidents happen baby?” You rolled your eyes “don’t fuck me in the shower..we still gotta talk about whatever this is.” without thinking he slapped your ass while you were walking towards the bathroom.

15 minutes later.

He moved to grab a clean shirt from the laundry basket so did you. Cleaning the left over mess. He smirked “can’t believe i fucked the woman of my dreams." You sighed sitting on the bed, he flopped next to you. “Your so…so damn beautiful. All fuckin mine.” Jungkook mumbled, his eyes focused on you as you stare.

“What are we..?”

©My1forwonniexluvs 2025.

[btstrology]

you are so important to me 🤍

{cr. 0613data}

[btstrology]

bangtan telling jungkook that he hasn't changed at all ♡

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come and see me || jjk

‘i know it burns to be in love.’

it doesn’t start with love. it starts with a glance at a party and a mouth that tastes like smoke and something she’s never been able to forget. one night turns to two and suddenly it’s three months of 2 am texts of craving each other like poison and returning to each other like a bad habit.

it’s not love, it can’t be. because love would mean facing it, naming it and choosing it. so they keep fucking instead. keep lying instead. keep hoping the hunger will swallow the ache.

pairing: jeon jungkook x reader (f)

total word count: 36.8k+ words

genre: situationship | fuck buddies | erotic romance | smut | tattooist!jungkook | angst | boxer!jungkook | slow burn | sexual tension | yearning | emotional drama |

start date: 14th july, 2025

end date: 21st july, 2025

rating: 18+

warnings: mature themes | sexual activity | oral sex (f & m recieving) | explicit sexual content | choking | intense sex | fingering | unprotected sex | rough sex | dirty talking | overstimulation | multiple orgasms | sex at semi public spaces | birth control pills | creampie | desperate intimacy | sex as an unhealthy coping mechanism | consensual sex while intoxicated | masturbation | strong language | smoking | alcohol I drug | toxic | avoidance | commitment issues | self sabotage |

index:

⊹ ࣪ ˖ 00. first glance (2.9k)

⊹ ࣪ ˖ 01. smoke (1.6k)

⊹ ࣪ ˖ 02. heat (1.9k)

⊹ ࣪ ˖ 03. aftermath (2k)

⊹ ࣪ ˖ 04. inked (3.8k)

⊹ ࣪ ˖ 05. inked deep (2.7k)

⊹ ࣪ ˖ 06. pound (3.1k)

⊹ ࣪ ˖ 07. cruising (5.6k)

⊹ ࣪ ˖ 08. back and forth (1.5k)

⊹ ࣪ ˖ 09. ruin (4k)

⊹ ࣪ ˖ 10. something like love (7.7k) (final)

extras:

✧ looked like love (3.8k)

hi everyone , it’s riri !! i’m finally posting a fic , something i’ve wanted to do for the longest time. i’ve had a bunch of ideas living rent free in my head , but laziness always won lol. anyway , i’m super excited to finally share this with you and i really hope you enjoy it. mwah >⩊<

this story is inspired by 2AM by sza and come and see me by partynextdoor & drake. the vibe of those songs is just too good and honestly , the fwb trope has me in a chokehold especially when the guy is jeon jungkook.

disclaimer: this is a work of fiction. all characters, events and scenarios are entirely fictional and is created for entertainment purposes only. this story is not meant to reflect the real personalities or lives of the idols mentioned. please read with an open mind and remember that everything here exists in a fictional universe. please do not copy or spread hate.

© struberri 2025

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the long awaited jinkook reunion 🐹🐰

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MIN YOONGI YTC IN BUSAN | for @yooboobies 💜

[cr. @jung-koook]

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QUARTER PAST FOUR

⏲︎ Summary: You haven’t seen him in two months. Not since that night you told him you wanted more — and he vanished. But tonight, while you’re trying to move on, laughing beside another man in a crowded nightclub… you see him. Those same dark eyes. That same smirk that undresses you with a glance. He used to come to you at 4:15 AM. No calls. No words. Just him, and your body, and that dangerous kind of love that leaves you bleeding. Now he’s back. And you’re about to find out if your heart can survive him a second time.

︎⏲︎ Couple: Jeon Jungkook x Reader, Jungkook x Y/N

⏲︎ Age restrictions: 18+

⏲︎ Size: one shot (12 500+ words)

⏲︎ Tags: ex situationship, smut, angst, toxic relationship, dom!Jungkook, emotionally vulnerable!Reader, crime, mention murder, emotional damage, pining, obsession, mutual desire, hot and cold dynamic, fwb turned heartbreak, slow burn (kind of), breakup aftermath, late night regrets, he comes back, still not over you, you can’t resist him, painfully in love, emotional manipulation, denial of feelings, he knows what he’s doing, dominant jungkook, rough sex, public teasing, car sex, dirty talk, jealous sex, praise kink, possessive jungkook, desperate need, wet panties, he ghosted you, you fell first, he fell later, reader has self-respect but also horny, he always finds his way back, you said it was the last time (but it wasn’t)

⏲︎ From author: Note at the end of the story👇🏻 Once again, I couldn't keep it short 🤭

⏲︎ Dedication: to love of my life @curse-of-art. My beloved, this is dedicated to you because you love every version of my Jungkook. I love you with all my heart and soul 🫠🥰💗

⏲︎ Permanent tag list: @kelsyx33, @curse-of-art, @someoneelse0109, @kooklovee, @kookiesncreamri, @kooko009, @bhonbhon, @smokinghotstargirl, @mskookie, @minimoninini, @medstudentlifestyle, @bhonbhon, @indigomoonchild09, @goldenboysmuse, @hisdecalcomania17, @ggingerismm, @tranquilreign, @asyr97, @mar-lo-pap, @diame93, @kash98 (If anyone wants to be add to my permanent list of tags, let me know 🥰)

⏲︎ Warning: This fanfic contains explicit sexual content, toxic dynamics, emotional angst, manipulation, jealousy, and messy unresolved feelings. If you’re sensitive to themes of heartbreak, obsession, or unhealthy attachment — please read with caution. Also, English is not my first language, so there may be awkward phrasing or unusual sentence constructions here and there 🥺 Thank you for your understanding 🙂‍↕️

The nightclub pulsated with lights and rhythm. Any heavy thoughts dissolved in the bass vibrations in your chest. Alcohol, human bodies, smoke, and light—everything merged into one endless night. You sat on the sofa with your colleagues — after a stressful week, it was a well-deserved rest. Instead of the usual trip to a restaurant with grilled beef and soju, one of your colleagues, Inha, suggested going to a club, and everyone agreed that it was a good idea.

Your glass was not yet empty, and the smile you gave the guy next to you seemed sincere. He was new to the department, handsome, and easy to talk to. His hand accidentally touched your shoulder, his jokes made you laugh, and you felt the attention you had been missing for so long.

Each cocktail seemed to relieve the tension from your shoulders. The image of one man who had been haunting you for a long time was fading. His features were blurring, disappearing somewhere in the fog of the night lights.

And now all you saw was Donmin. His attentive gaze. His closeness. His desire, which was evident in his every movement.

You hadn't had sex in over two months. Not since Jungkook disappeared. The thought of giving yourself to someone else finally stopped seeming impossible. It lit up in your head like a green light, alarming and seductive.

The evening continued. For the first time in a long time, your mood was genuinely positive. Four cocktails brought a sense of lightness and carefreeness. And when Donmin sat closer, touching your thighs with his, you did not pull away.

"Are you sure you can handle another one?" His voice was soft, his gaze playful. You clamped the straw between your lips and sipped the liquid, feeling the bitter taste of the cocktail on your tongue.

"I'm much tougher than you think," you smiled. You weren't trying to be seductive. But it came naturally. His gaze lingered on your lips, then slowly rose to your eyes. Donmin leaned closer, his hot breath touching your ear.

"I want to kiss you," he whispered.

But his words were like background noise mixed with loud bass. Your eyes met a gaze you didn't expect to see. Eyes you swore you would never look for again. And yet... they were looking at you.

A few tables ahead of yours, you saw Jungkook. He was watching you intently — and you didn't know how long he had been staring. But when your eyes met his, a cheeky, familiar smile slowly appeared on his lips, sending a wave of heat through your body.

Jungkook. The man who caused you emotional pain. The man you fell in love with, even though you had no right to.

You knew what he was like — not someone who would offer a serious relationship, not someone with whom you would have a happy marriage. But there was something magnetic about him. Something that made every cell in your body burn with endless fire.

You turned away.

You took a sip of your cocktail, trying to hide behind your glass. You turned away so you wouldn't see him anymore — not his eyes, not his smile.

But your heart was already pounding like crazy.

And Donmin noticed.

"Are you okay?" he asked, leaning a little closer.

"Yes," you replied, forcing a smile. But inside, your insides felt like they were being beaten with a spoon.

Donmin looked awkward because he had confessed that he wanted to kiss you. But you didn't notice that; you were trying to control the wave of emotions inside you. He thought you had taken his confession too seriously.

"Hey, Y/N, I'm sorry if I was pushy..." he said guiltily. You looked up at him and tried to understand what he meant for a few seconds, and when you understood, you decided to smooth things over.

"It's okay, I like you too, but I don't want to rush things," you said kindly. He nodded in agreement, relieved, and continued talking to you.

The other colleagues who came with you to the club returned to the table after dancing. You tried to hold back, but the thought of Jungkook being there, and so close, made you feel noticeably nervous.

You accidentally glanced in his direction while watching a colleague tell a story and saw Jongkook's face again. He was still sitting at that table in the company of men. You saw his profile, the line of his jaw that you had studied so well with your lips. He was turned toward his friend and laughing. You saw his nose wrinkle and his double piercing glint in the neon light. His satisfied smile made your heart ache. Jungkook was indecently attractive, and you didn't know how he could be even more attractive to you, considering the fact that he had disappeared without any explanation.

You met him a little over four months ago.

It was your colleague's friend's party in honor of her thirtieth birthday. You didn't expect anything special from that day — just another birthday, another evening in the company of friends and strangers. Sajin invited you to a restaurant and said she would introduce you to some guy named Jungkook, her boyfriend's friend. She said you would like him when she heard about your passion for tattoos.

You went to that party without any hope of meeting anyone, you even forgot that your friend had reminded you several times that he would be there too.

You were terribly late to the restaurant because you had a problem with the dress you had to buy at the last minute. You arrived by taxi. Thanking the driver on the way, you quickly got out of the car, holding a lush bouquet of flowers and a large gift package in your hands.

The heels on your shoes didn't hold you properly because you were in a hurry, and you stumbled several times.

Looking to make sure you didn't catch your skirt, you didn't see where you were going and almost ran into a man in front of the restaurant entrance.

He held you with his hands so you wouldn't fall.

"Hey, be careful," you heard his voice. You didn't look up, walking away while still feeling his hands on your forearms. You bowed quickly several times, apologizing.

But when you looked up and saw him, your heart skipped a beat.

The first thing you saw were his eyes.

Dark, heavy, with a gaze that seemed to read you instantly. And then — the tattoo. It started at his fingers, ran up his entire right arm and disappeared somewhere under the edge of his T-shirt, peeking out from behind his collar and touching his collarbone.

The design was colorful, graphic, with thick lines. His lips were adorned with a double piercing.

The metal rings glistened in the light of the sun. And, damn it, it looked... damn attractive.

His hair was dark, parted in the middle, with a falling fringe.

A black T-shirt hugged his body, emphasizing his muscles. And on his hips were classic black pants. He was dressed stylishly, but his image was completely rebellious.

You stared at him for too long and only came to your senses when he smiled playfully.

"The party hasn't started yet, you're just in time," he said, looking you up and down. And the way he did it so brazenly and slowly made you feel like you'd been electrocuted.

Your heart sank. Your breath caught in your throat. You nodded with a slight smile, hiding your nervousness behind restraint.

"Thank you," you said, walking past the guy and hurrying to the restaurant. Not seeing him turn around, take out a cigarette, and keep his eyes on your figure.

Later, Sajin introduced you officially.

"This is Jungkook," she said. "He's my Jimin's best friend. They grew up together," and then you realized that this was the same guy your friend had wanted to introduce you to for so long.

"Nice to meet you," you replied, but he didn't shake your hand.

He lingered his eyes on your lips and said,

"Nice to meet you too," he smiled as if he had already decided he wanted you. You had a short conversation in front of Sajin, and as he was leaving, he said, "See you later."

You had a good time, and constantly keeping your eye on Jungkook. His gaze constantly met yours, and you couldn't help but notice the spark that ignited between you instantly. Jungkook was with his friends for a while, but when your eyes lingered longer, he decided to approach you.

You talked, he asked you a lot of questions, and you willingly answered. And when you tried to ask him something about himself, he skillfully avoided the questions, distracting you with casual touches, questions about your jewelry or dress.

Towards the end of the party, you became even closer to Jungkook. You remember wanting to dance, so you went to the dance floor. You asked him to dance with you, but he remained standing by the table where you were drinking champagne. You moved with a feeling of freedom and lightness, and suddenly felt him standing behind you. His palm touched your thigh. You turned around to meet his playful eyes. You smiled seductively, touching his crotch with your buttocks.

He endured only a few movements, then leaned over and whispered in your ear:

"You shouldn't tease me with your sweet buttocks, otherwise I can't be held responsible for my actions."

His breath and low voice in your ear sent a wave of goosebumps down your body, awakening your desire.

You continued to rub against his crotch, pressing so that there was not even a millimeter between you. Your back touched his chest, and his palms rested on your thighs, as if that was the place they were meant to be.

"Am I really teasing you?" you asked innocently. Jungkook squeezed your thighs with his fingers, and you could clearly feel his cock getting hard. He turned your face, moving in time with you and the music. The people around you seemed not to notice you, just as you did not notice them. Jongkook stared at your lips, and you couldn't take your eyes off him.

"You've teased me and you must be punished for it," he said. Your lips spread into a cheeky smile, and the next moment his lips were already on yours. His tongue entered your mouth, intertwining with yours. He was persistent, his lips soft and demanding at the same time. You felt yourself getting wet. His cock was pressing against your buttocks, and all you wanted was for Jungkook to fuck you.

You weren't a fan of sex on the first date or with a stranger, but Jungkook completely changed your views. He broke away from your lips, still holding you close. He looked into your eyes for a few seconds, seeing only complete desire and your consent. He took your hand and silently led you to the bathroom.

He fucked you right on the table by the sink. Jungkook was dominant but attentive to every part of your body. He touched you, bringing you to blissful pleasure like no one else before him. He did everything to make sure you got the most pleasure, and his dirty talk during sex enhanced the effect of his actions. That evening, you had the best orgasms of your life and were glad you let it happen.

He smiled at you in the mirror after he came on you, his forehead covered in sweat. You quickly cleaned yourselves up and returned to the hall unnoticed.

In the early morning, he drove you home in his car. The black Genesis GV80 matched his image, and he looked so natural behind the wheel of this car.

As you said goodbye, Jungkook kissed you and you exchanged numbers.

And you remember that you didn't expect a message or a call from him. You thought Jungkook looked like the type who had casual relationships. But when he came to your house the next evening, you definitely didn't expect it, and you were pleasantly surprised that he actually remembered where you lived. But he remembered.

And since then, he started coming over. Late. No calls, no warnings. He just showed up — sometimes at night, sometimes in the early morning. You got used to waiting for him, and he came. At first, it was less often, but then more and more often. Each of your meetings began with a glance, a casual conversation. And ended with sex.

It wasn't love. You weren't a couple. You just became friends with benefits, with crazy sex that was like a drug for both of you. Your meetings continued for several months until Jungkook disappeared.

You turned your head away so he wouldn't notice your gaze. It was getting harder and harder to be in that club.

You warned that you were going to the bathroom when your bladder was overflowing. You got up, leaving your glass on the table, and headed for the hallway. People were crowded around the entrance to the restroom — some were smoking, some were kissing, laughing, holding hands. The space was stuffy and filled with the scents of perfume, smoke, and alcohol.

You went into the women's restroom. You closed the door. You just sat down, sighed, and closed your eyes for a few seconds.

It was supposed to be a normal evening. It was supposed to be a step forward. But everything was pulling you back again.

When you came out, your thoughts had calmed down a little. Until the moment when you were almost back at the entrance to the hall — you bumped into him.

Jungkook was standing right in front of you.

As always, he was calm, confident, almost defiantly relaxed.

You took a step to the side, trying to walk past him, but he took a step with you, blocking your way. You tried again to walk past him, but at that moment, his hand rested on your waist. You felt yourself being pressed against the cold wall.

"Did you really want to walk past without even saying hello?" he asked quietly but defiantly. Your jaw tensed.

"Does someone who ran away as soon as they heard a confession of love need a greeting?" you replied sarcastically.

He smiled.

He slowly ran his fingers down your cheek and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

"Have you fallen out of love with me so quickly that you don't even want to say 'hello'?"

You were angry that he had the audacity to mention your feelings for him.

"Go to hell," you said clearly, clenching your teeth. He grimaced as if he had heard something really unpleasant, but with a playful note.

"You shouldn't be mad at me," his smile didn't fade. "We agreed it was just sex. I didn't know you would take it so seriously."

You raised your eyebrows, and the memory of night when you see him at the last time flashed unpleasantly through your mind.

You were in your bathroom. It was almost 5 a.m., and Jungkook often came at 4:15 a.m. Lately, he had been coming at exactly that time. When you asked him why he came at that time almost every morning, you only got a long, greedy kiss and the words, "I missed my favorite pussy."

You wanted to hear that he missed you, not the opportunity to fuck you.

Jungkook also often came home with scratches, which you carefully treated. Your intuition screamed that he was involved in something... dark. But you kept quiet and didn't ask any more questions. Because you saw how he avoided them, and you wanted him. Only him.

You began to feel that sex alone was no longer enough for you. You wanted this man not only at night, you wanted him to be with you during the day as well. The way he treated you, being attentive and caring after sex, created the illusion of mutual feelings that seemed to offer hope. But as it turned out, Jungkook had a completely different perception of your relationship.

He was deep inside you. You sat on top of him, pressed tightly against his body under the citrus-scented water. Foam covered your hands, and warm water spilled out every time he moved sharply inside you, trying to go deeper, stimulating your G-spot with his large, thick cock.

You merged in another passionate kiss, which was never enough. Jungkook fucked you, enjoying the tightness of your pussy.

You broke the kiss and pressed your forehead against his, moaning with pleasure. He kissed your neck, moving inside you, and you whispered:

"Kook..." He didn't answer, just continued kissing and fucking you. "I feel so good... I feel so good with you..." you said between moans. Hearing your words, Jongkook looked up at you and quickened his movements. You, in turn, moved to meet his hips.

You opened your eyes and saw him looking at you with burning eyes.

"Maybe we should see each other more often... Not just at night?" you asked, pausing for a moment. Jungkook also froze at your question, then thrust into you as deeply as possible, knocking the air out of your lungs.

"Are you really so greedy for my cock that you want to see me more often?" he smiled playfully. But there was no lightness in his gaze. You remembered how to breathe, feeling blissful pleasure between your legs.

"No... It's just... I think we could spend more time together," you tried to catch your breath while Jungkook rhythmically fucked you, while you wanted to say important things. He looked at you without taking his eyes off you. "I want to be closer to you..." you gathered your courage and said, "You... are constantly on my mind, and I feel like I feel something more than just physical attraction to you."

Jungkook stopped, and you felt something stir in your lower abdomen. His face was serious, but when he spoke, his voice sounded mocking:

"Are you in love with me?"

You didn't expect him to ask that question directly. And you weren't ready to say it right now, but what you felt for Jungkook was love. It was clear from the way he never left your thoughts, from the way you liked absolutely everything about him: his eyes, his nose, his lips, his jawline, every mole, the one under his lip and the one on his neck specifically, his voice, his soft hair, his tattoos, his piercings, his body, his fingers, his laugh, his humor, his way of thinking. There was nothing you didn't like about him.

"What will you do if it's true?" you asked. Jungkook raised one eyebrow, and you could clearly see the smirk on his face and that he wasn't being serious. He suddenly grabbed your waist with one hand and held your butt under the water with the other. You found yourself a few inches from his lips:

"Stop it," he interrupted coldly. "What people call 'love' will never be between us," he said seriously, and those words cut you like a knife. You wanted to get off him, to escape from the bathtub. But he held you, forced you to stay, not letting you get off, moving even deeper — and your weakness won again.

When you woke up in the afternoon, he was no longer there. You waited until the next morning, but he didn't come. You waited for the next few days, a week, and not a word, not a message from him. He disappeared. He just disappeared without explanation.

So now, looking at him, you feel the unbearable pain you suffered when he left, breaking your heart. For the first time, you sincerely wanted to slap someone.

"I don't want to know you, take your hands off me," you said, trying to break free from his grip, but without success. His body is too strong against yours.

He leaned closer, touched your temple with his nose, slid to your ear, and whispered:

"I don't believe you didn't miss me. Because I missed you. A lot."

You could barely contain yourself, your heart was pounding, and those damn butterflies were fluttering in your stomach. But you couldn't give in to him just because he said he missed you. If he really missed you, why didn't he come back sooner? Where had he been for the past two months? You raised your eyebrows even higher and said spitefully:

"I'm here with my colleague. I already have a partner. So I don't have time to miss you."

Jungkook's face tensed, but he smiled again.

"Is that the clown who was sitting next to you? All you did was laugh at him. He really does look like a joke."

You smiled too, realizing that you had hit him hard.

"Clown or no, he has every chance of fucking me tonight," you said cheekily. "And with you... it's over. So stop holding me back. Let go!" you said colorlessly.

The muscles in Jungkook's jaw twitched. He nervously touched the tip of his piercing with his tongue.

"You know," he leaned toward your lips, his voice becoming hoarse, "that no one fucks your pussy better than me."

Your pulse pounded in your temples. Your pupils dilated. You held your breath. And at that moment, his lips fell on yours — greedily, deeply, with all the passion that still lived between you.

At first you tried to pull away, but you gave up. His hands slid down to your buttocks, one sliding up your thigh to where the incision was. His palm touched your buttock and squeezed it hard. You felt yourself getting wet — just from that kiss. When he pulled away, you were both breathing heavily.

"I want you. Right now..." Jungkook whispered lowly, touching your forehead with his.

"No. I can't… I'm with my colleagues... I'm already long time to gone. They'll be looking for me..." you said, trying to stop it from happening. Even though it was what you had wanted so badly for the past few damn months. Jongkook just smiled, not taking your lame excuses seriously. His thumb touched your lips, pressing them gently.

"The parking lot. In ten minutes. I'll be waiting," he leaned down, bit your lower lip, and left.

You stood there, confused and excited. You couldn't gather your thoughts after everything that had happened. You tried to calm down. You adjusted your skirt. You took a deep breath. And you walked back to the table. You returned to your colleagues with a forced smile, trying to appear calm, but everything inside you was trembling. Your body was pulsing. Your legs felt like cotton. And in your head... there was only him.

You sat down next to Donmin, mechanically picked up your cocktail and took a few sips without hearing a word. In your imagination, Jungkook's gaze, his hands, his lips on yours were still burning.

Your body had already made its choice — it wanted him. So much so that it seemed you would go mad if you didn't feel him again.

But your mind was on fire. You needed to restrain yourself and not go to him. If you didn't go now, you might save yourself from further pain, which was only just beginning to subside. Perhaps if you don't go, you will finally become stronger and show Jungkook that he has no power over you. However, it was enough to remember his voice for a moment and how he said he wanted you to realize that you had lost this battle with yourself. Once again.

"I'm sorry... I... I need to make a call, it's very urgent..." you muttered, leaning toward Donmin, feigning shy guilt.

"It's okay. Don't rush," he smiled, completely unaware of what you were about to do.

Your feet carried you across the hall, through the neon lights, through the music that no longer mattered. You stepped outside. The cool air hit your face. You held your breath.

"I'm crazy," you said to yourself and moved on.

The parking lot was dimly lit. Cars were parked in rows. Jungkook was standing there leaning against the hood of his black Genesis, smoking. The closer you got, the faster your heart beat, but your need for this man was stronger than any emotion or fear inside you.

Jungkook was wearing a black shirt with rolled-up sleeves that exposed his tattoos. His piercing glinted in the light of the streetlamp when he turned his head. Jungkook threw away his cigarette butt when he noticed you.

The look he gave you...

If looks could undress, you would already be naked.

"You came," he said with a smile, as if it couldn't be any other way.

You were silent. You just stood a few steps away from him. And he approached you. Closer.

His fingers touched your cheek, lightly, barely... and you felt that hot wave inside you start to burn again.

Jungkook kissed you, turning you toward the car and pressing you against it. It’s felt like fireworks inside you. Jungkook kissed you desperately, as if he couldn't get enough of you.

You clenched your fingers into his shirt at the back, moving your lips and tongue against his with no less passion. The desire that had been building up for two months burst out. And no one could stop you anymore.

When you found yourselves in the back seat of the car, he pulled you toward him, and you ended up on his lap. His lips pressed against yours again — hot, greedy. His hands tugged at your blouse, and you were already unbuttoning his belt.

Your breath was ragged, and your heart was pounding as if it were about to burst out of your chest. You felt his fingers find you under your skirt, sliding suddenly to the wet center of your desire.

"You're already wet... for me, aren't you?" he whispered, squeezing your thigh.

You moaned as his movements on your clitoris became more intense. Jungkook watched your face with great pleasure, smearing the wetness between your folds, bringing you closer to orgasm.

You sating on him, face to face, and you could feel how aroused he was. His cock pressed right into your center, making you want more.

"I missed this pussy so much..." he whispered, pulling you close to him, his voice rough with desire. Leaving your pussy, his hands remove your blouse and he brazenly pushes your bra up to see your breasts. His fingers — confident, slightly rough, with scars on his knuckles — squeeze your nipples, playing with them while he kisses you.

Your moans merge with his breathing as Jungkook's tongue penetrates your mouth. He tastes you greedily, and your head is already spinning with pleasure, with Jungkook and the sensations he evokes in you.

Jungkook's lips slide down to your neck, biting your skin, leaving marks like seals of his right to you. You move your hips, making his cock harder. Jungkook squeezes your breasts with his palms and kisses them. His tongue sucks on your nipple. You watch Jungkook suck your nipple, running your fingers through his hair.

He with big pleasure your breasts while pressing your buttocks with his other hand, forcing you to rub against his cock. You hear his low growl, which sends shivers down your spine, and inside, everything tightens into a tight ball of anticipation.

"Take it off," he whispers, helping you slip off your skirt. You rise for a moment to pull down your panties — they're wet, just like you are.

He unzips his jeans, frees himself, and your eyes involuntarily drop — he is hard, ready, his tip glistening with excitement.

Jungkook grabs your waist and forces you onto him. You gasp, near his ear, holding your breath, feeling the pain. But the feeling of being filled with his cock is what you love most.

"Fuck..." he moaned, plunging into you all the way. A soft whimper escaped your lips , overwhelmed by a wave of pleasure that engulfs you.

Jungkook begins to move his hips, and you instantly feel pleasure. He picks up the pace, and you cannot hold back the moans that accompany every movement of your bodies. Jungkook kisses you deeply, sweetly. He parts your lips and smiles. You move your hips to meet his, feeling every inch of his cock inside you.

"Yes, yes... just like that..." you whisper, squeezing his shoulders, giving in to the rhythm that turns you into pure desire. Your body is on fire, his touch is like fire.

"It’s good to you, baby?" Jungkook asks you with a cheeky smile on his lips, not stopping for a second.

"Yes," you say as you exhale.

"Hmm..." he grunts, "Yeah... it’s right no one fucks this pussy better than me."

Jungkook pressed you even tighter, as if wanting to convey all the power of his desire to you. His hands squeezed your buttocks harder. You felt your pulse beating in your temples, and every touch ignited you from within to an incredible heat.

Jungkook rose a little higher to increase the depth of penetration, and you felt a wave of even greater pleasure wash over your entire body. His movements became faster and more decisive, as if he wanted to drown himself in all this long-awaited pain and desire. Your heart was beating so loudly that it seemed even the night could hear it. You placed your hands on his chest, feeling the strength and tension of his muscles under your fingers.

You felt him harden inside you, and your walls felt the approach of pleasure, but Jungkook stopped. You opened your eyes to meet his full, hungry gaze. Your body begged for more.

"I want you from behind," his voice was low, slightly breathless. He lifted you up and you climbed off his lap. You turned around, kneeling with your back to him. Jungkook positioned himself behind you and his hands instantly slid around your waist, gently but firmly. His breath—burning, hot—touched your back. He made a trail of kisses along your spine.

Jungkook straightened up and, placing the head of his cock at your entrance, entered you again with one sharp thrust. You heard him moan. And it was so sexy.

"Yes. That's how you look perfect. My obedient girl..." He covered you with his body, touched your shoulder blade with his lips and whispered, "Hold on. Because I won't spare you," said Jungkook, finding your clitoris with his fingers. He smeared your wetness, stimulating you.

You pressed your lips together, trying to hold back a moan, but the rhythm of his fingers and thrusts quickly made you let go of all restraint. His movements were somewhat rough but precise — he knew how to hit every sensitive spot inside you.

His lips touched your ear and you felt his heavy breathing, which made you even more desperate.

"You're so quiet today," Jungkook remarked, "I want to hear you, don't hold back your moans for me, baby. Scream," he commanded.

You obeyed him and no longer held back your voice, and your moans echoed loudly, filling the entire space between you.

Jungkook sped up, going wild, merging with you into a single body burning with passion. You felt the wave of orgasm already at the threshold, but he suddenly stopped again.

"It's not time yet," he said in a low voice. "I want you longer..." He turned you back around abruptly, lifted you onto his lap again, pressed his lips to yours, and kissed you so that you felt like you were floating in the endless ocean of his passion.

He turned you around and sat you on his cock. You felt it slide inside you. Jungkook's hands squeezed your breasts, and his lips kissed your neck. You grabbed the driver's seat for some support. His hands slid down to your hips, and he began to fuck you frantically.

Jungkook moved with such fury and power that you had no chance of forgetting reality. Each thrust was deep and penetrating, making your body tremble with excitement and pain at the same time, mixing sweet pleasure and sharp passion. You felt every cell, every nerve enveloped in a burning fire that grew stronger with each of his movements.

He possessed you, knew your every secret desire and subtly manipulated them. His fingers slid to your clitoris, stimulating you further, and his lips left hot marks on your neck and shoulders, like a brand confirming that you belonged only to him.

You swear that no one could fuck you better than him, and that made you happy and annoyed at the same time.

But you couldn't think about the messed-up relationship between you; all you could think and feel was the approaching wave of pleasure.

Jungkook squeezed your thighs, lifting you up and lowering you back down with incredible force. You felt every movement bringing you closer and closer to the edge.

The explosion of orgasm overwhelmed you like a storm, you clenched your fingers on the seat you were holding onto, surrendering to every wave of pleasure, and he didn't stop, putting all his strength and desire into every movement. You felt him accelerating to his peak, his arms wrapped around you so tightly that you wanted to remembered that moment forever.

"I'm... going to..." he muttered, and at that moment you felt Jungkook spill inside you. His cock twitched, releasing his semen. Jungkook pressed his forehead against your back, and soon you both froze.

Your breathing was heavy. You sat on his cock for a while, recovering from your orgasm. And when you finally came to your senses, you moved. Jungkook straightened up behind you too. You felt him caressing your thighs, as if to calm you, and then one of his hands reached for your chin and he turned you toward him.

Jungkook's lips were on yours, his tongue entered your mouth unhindered, completely taking possession of yours. You kissed, putting an end to today's moment of passion. When he separated your lips, you clearly understood what had happened, and the awkwardness of the moment began to weigh on you.

You turned away and climbed off his lap, sitting down next to him. You silently began to get dressed, feeling Jungkook's gaze on you. He sat with his legs spread, naked. His cock glistened with your juices and his cum.

"Are you just going to leave silently?" Jungkook broke the silence. You felt a twinge inside from his rough, low voice, the one you loved to hear more than anything else in the world.

"What am I supposed to say?" you asked, pulling your skirt over your hips. Jungkook leaned toward your face, his lips almost touching yours. You stared at his lips, frozen.

"I don't know. Something like you've been waiting for your best orgasm for months and it finally happened," you raised your eyebrows. You forgot how rough and harsh he was in his words. "Or that you missed me and still love me..."

Jungkook seemed to be mocking you. And you couldn't let him enjoy the fact that you were suffering from unrequited love for him.

"All I can tell you now is that it was the last time. My parting gift to you," you smiled confidently and slowly, seeing his confusion, which he tried so hard to hide. Jungkook leaned back in his seat, and you put on your blouse and started buttoning it up. Your fingers were shaking, and you wanted to leave his car as quickly as possible.

"In what sense parting gift?" Jungkook asked, and you felt the tension in his voice.

"Literally. I don't want to see you anymore," you turned to him, trying not to look down. "I've been through it all. And I don't need your attention anymore. I'll find another man who will love me, not just want to fuck me," you got fully dressed, ready to go.

"Really?" Jungkook raised his eyebrow mockingly. "Is your clown first in line for that role?"

You gave him a cold look, then moved toward the door. You knew it wasn't locked, and that made you happy.

"All the best," you said, opening the car door and stepping out into the cool night, feeling Jungkook on every inch of your body.

You returned to your colleagues and spent the rest of the night in their company. Your mind was far away from them and their conversations. Your thoughts kept returning to Jungkook and the sex you had in his car. You don't really regret what happened. You want to put an end to your strange relationship with him, which in essence was not a relationship at all. However, you are almost powerless when he is around.

If it didn't hurt so much, you would forget Jungkook and find a man worthy of you who would want you not only at night, but also during the day. Jungkook is not a guy for a serious relationship, and you made a mistake falling in love with him.

Donmin, who never left your side, seemed like a really nice guy. So you let him sit closer, touch you, but his touch didn't spark anything. It wasn't like with Jungkook, who made your skin tingle from the very first touch. You sat next to him, barely listening to him, feeling Jungkook's semen dripping onto your underwear.

And again, the image of the one you wanted to erase is in your head. His eyes. His breath. His cock inside you. His voice...

"You know that no one fucks your pussy better than me..." These words cut deep, yet they also aroused you. You want he gone... You closed your eyes. You decided that this was the end. That this was the final nail in the coffin. A parting gift. But your body... it was as if it still belonged to him.

But the way he treated you led to a sober realization: he disappeared without explanation, and that says a lot. You didn't know where he had been all this time, what he had been doing, or with who he was. So how could you let someone back in who had already broken you with his silence?

Forget him. Erase him. It's over. But something else echoes in your head: No one can replace him. His warmth. His voice. His body. The way he looked at you after...

You squeezed your legs tighter. Feeling how the wetness still reminded you of him. Of him inside you. And you knew — love doesn't disappear so quickly.

It just hides under anger. Under pain. Under feigned indifference.

But now... Now you didn't want to play this war with yourself anymore.

"If only my eyes hadn't seen..." you thought. Because then, maybe your heart would have forgotten. But the truth was different. It was love. Painful, wrong, not the kind that brought pleasant feelings, but the kind that left deep wounds that hurt.

In the early morning, you let Donmin walk you home. He was kind, attentive, gentle. He said something — you nodded. But you hardly heard him.

When you stopped in front of the house, Donmin hugged you goodbye, saying he would see you at work. You hugged him back and said that if he wanted to, he could call. That was your way of hinting that you were open to developing your relationship. Donmin was more than happy and asked if he could call later that day to see how you were feeling, and you nodded, saying you would eagerly await to it. He nodded and left.

You went into the house. You took off your shoes, threw your purse on the nightstand, and removed your earrings. Your fingers touched the collar of your blouse, and the fatigue slipped from your shoulders. You began to undress. Everything in you wanted to be cleansed—your soul and your body. You headed toward the bathroom. Something unpleasant stirred in your chest. Donmin was a chance to start a new, healthy relationship, but somewhere deep inside, you weren't ready for it.

You touched the zipper on your skirt and pulled it down. The skirt fell to the floor and you were left in your underwear. You picked up the skirt, clutching it in your hands. The memory of how Jungkook had lifted it up on you today made you feel a wave of excitement and sadness. You involuntarily glanced at the clock on the dresser and saw that it was 4:14. Before your eyes, the minute changed and now the clock showed 4:15. Your heart quickened. This was the same time that Jungkook often came to see you. Almost every morning at 4:15, he was at your door, and you waited for him. You let him in, feeling your feelings grow with each passing day. And when he was last at your place at this time and you confessed your feelings to him, he never came back at that time again.

The sound of the doorbell broke the silence and knocked all thoughts out of your head.

No.

It couldn't be him. But who could be coming to see you at this hour?

You threw on your robe and approached the door. You didn't want to look through the peephole. You didn't want to be disappointed if it wasn't him, or, on the contrary, to see him there and be afraid to open the door. You grabbed the handle. The coolness of the metal brought you back to reality. You pressed the button and opened the door.

Jungkook was standing on your doorstep. He was dressed the same as when you saw him today. He slowly raised his head when you opened the door and your eyes met. It was a moment that seemed so familiar, but it was not the same as before. Because now you weren't waiting for him to spend another night with him. You didn't expect to see him again, but he came as before. At the same time.

"What are you doing here?" escaped from your lips. Your voice was neither joyful nor sad. It sounded dry, a little harsh. Jungkook was silent for a moment, then took a step toward you. You instinctively took a step back.

"What you said in the car? Is that really what you want?" He stood over you, staring into your eyes. "You don't want to see me anymore?"

Your palms were sweaty. Your heart, which was already beating wildly in your chest, skipped a beat. He was here. Standing on your doorstep, asking if you really didn't want to see him. Had your words really hurt him?

"Yes," you said firmly, despite your condition. "I don't want to see you anymore." Jungkook didn't answer again, just looked at you as if you hadn't said anything and he was still waiting for your answer. You crossed your arms over your chest and said:

"You think you can disappear without warning. Not answering text messages or phone calls, knowing full well how I feel about you, and then showing up and thinking we'll continue as before?" You tried not to cry, even though the lump in your throat hurt. Jungkook laughed bitterly. He lowered his eyes for a moment, running his hand through his hair. You looked at him, trying to hold back your tears.

"Damn it... I really thought like that,"

You laughed sadly, almost mockingly.

"Then you're a complete asshole," you said, still smiling. Jungkook took half a step toward you, and you didn't back away. You're not sure if it was because you didn't want to or because you couldn't.

"I am an asshole," he agreed. His fingers touched your chin and you swallowed hard, feeling yourself tremble. His touch made you feel a wave of heat inside. He leaned a little closer, leaving a small distance between you. "I saw that clown walk you home. But apparently, he didn't get to fuck you tonight," Jungkook leaned even closer, touching your waist with his hand. "Is that because I already fucked you?"

Your eyes darted between his. You tried to find the right words, but his closeness made you forget how to think and speak.

"Get out" you whispered, closing your eyes because you couldn't bear his gaze. You felt his lips touch your cheek. He kissed you, moving his lips to your ear. You grabbed his hands, trying to push him away, but he stepped on you and in a moment you were pressed against the wall. The front door thundered, and you realize that he has closed it with his foot.

"You can't give yourself to anyone else because you only want me, right?" he whispers in your ear. His teeth bite your earlobe and you let out a trembling breath. "If to be honest, I wanted to rip this clown's arms off when he hugged you. Seeing another man touch you was unbearable for me," Jungkook moved closer to your face, "I never thought I was capable of jealousy,"

Jungkook pressed you closer, his thigh pressing against your pussy, and you felt yourself getting wet.

"Were you watching me? For how long?" you asked. Jungkook lowered his eyes to your lips, and you knew that if you didn't do something now, this morning would end like all the others. You would have sex again, and then he would just leave and come back when he wanted to. And then he would definitely see that you were powerless against him and couldn't fight him off.

"Long enough to see what made me feel this way. You even promised to eagerly await his call... Is your impatience the same when you wait for me when I’m come inside you or a little less?"

Jungkook's hand slipped under your robe and found the edge of your panties. You quickly grabbed his hand to stop him. He didn't move it. He didn't force himself. But he didn't take it away either.

Your eyes met again. Your eyes were burning — not with desire, but with indignation. With pain. With disappointment. And for the first time, he didn't see the usual submission there.

"Don't you dare," you said, referring to his words and his hands reaching for you. He still had his hand on your underwear, but it seemed that for the first time he didn't have easy access to it. "I woke up every damn morning at a quarter past four, hoping you would show up. You made me go through hell. And I want to forget you..." you whispered your last words. Tears rolled down your cheeks and you closed your eyes to calm down. Jungkook put one hand on the wall opposite your face and slipped the one you were holding into your panties, even though you tried to stop him.

When his fingers touched your clitoris, you held your breath, and his lips touched yours. He kissed you, taking complete possession of you. His palm pushed aside the fabric of your lace thong and he skillfully spread the moisture between your folds, kissing you until you were dizzy, making you moan into his mouth.

You felt his cock harden and press against your thigh. Your heart pounded in your temples, your breathing broken into ragged gasps. His fingers spread your wetness so confidently, as if he didn't just know your body — as if it had belonged to him for years.

"Don't do this," you whispered through your breath. But he kissed you with the same obsessive confidence as always. And your fingers, which were supposed to push him away... treacherously dug into his shirt. His lips moved down — along your cheeks, chin, to your neck, leaving burning marks, while his fingers had already penetrated inside you. You squeezed his hand between your legs, trying to curb the sweet pain.

"Oh God..." you moaned as he slowly inserted one finger, then another. There was no haste in his touch — only determination. His breathing became heavier. And you knew — he was on the edge too.

"You lied. You want me. I want you. So why do we have to end this?" Jungkook asked, fingering you. His movements quickened, and you felt that you wanted more than just his fingers. But his words hurt you. He doesn't understand that this is no longer about sex and pleasure. You've fallen in love, and it's serious.

"Because I'll never be to you what you've become to me," you said, barely breathing. "I don't want to fall even more in love with you."

"Don't say that to me," he said harshly, and you opened your eyes. His fingers went deep inside you. Jungkook froze for a moment, then in one motion tore off your robe. It fell to your feet, leaving you in your underwear. Jungkook just as abruptly pulled off your thong, and it got stuck on your hips.

He pulled his fingers out of you and placed them on your clitoris, and began to massage it. You squeezed his shoulders harder, still looking at him in fear. You realized that he was angry, and the painful movements on your clitoris confirmed it. You bit your lip to endure these movements. Jungkook almost touched your lips and said, stimulating you mercilessly.

"Don't tell me you love me anymore!" he said harshly. "I don't need your love! I only need your body..." His words echoed with a dull pain in your chest, and the movements of his fingers on your aroused center were more unpleasant than ever.

"Stop," you whimpered, trying to push him away. Instead of listening to you, he kissed you, greedily, deeply, so that your tongue was completely captured by his, so that your mouth was completely in his power. You put your hand on his to pull it away from your crotch, but he grabbed your hands and pinned them above your head. You felt his hard cock pressing against your bare pussy.

Jungkook stopped kissing you but did not move away from you. Your heavy breaths, full of passion and incomprehensible feelings, intertwined into one.

"I want you. I want you all the time, and it drives me crazy. I don't believe in this damn love because it doesn't exist," he almost growled into your lips, and each of his words echoed in you like a new painful scar. "As soon as I tell you who I am, your love will disappear. So don't say you love me," he snapped. The lump in your throat hurt again. You didn't understand anything he was saying, and what was most unpleasant was that you really loved him, but he didn't believe it. What's more, it made him angry.

"What nonsense is this?" you asked with a trembling voice. "What does that mean? Why will my love disappear if I find out who you are? Tell me, plea..." you wanted to finish, but he didn't let you. His lips on yours prevented you from doing so. He lowered your hands and found your breasts under your bra. He squeezed your breasts with the same anger, kissing you hard.

You felt him squeeze your breasts under your bra with such force that it almost made you moan, not from pleasure, but from pain. His lips moved against yours, pushing the words back into your throat. And you wanted to scream — not from physical pain, but from how he was breaking you inside again.

He picked you up by your buttocks and went to the bedroom, never stopping kissing you. You found yourself on the bed, and without saying another word, he removed your underwear, which was hanging on your hips. He took off his shirt and climbed onto the bed. He spread your legs, and you knew what he wanted to do.

"Kook... let's talk..." you begged, but he didn't hear you. His tongue pressed against your aroused center and you arched toward him, touching his silky hair with your hands. His tongue carried you to paradise, and his fingers, which cut through your delicate skin, forced you to remain in the reality you were in. Jungkook ran his tongue over your folds, making you tremble with every touch. He made a long, slow movement along your clitoris, making you moan. His tongue entered your pussy, and after a few seconds he returned to your folds.

"Fuck... you're so sweet, baby," he said in front of your pussy, which was completely open to him. He returned to licking you, and his hands found your breasts. He squeezed one of them, pressing his lips against it, sucking on your tender, swollen center.

You felt the orgasm rapidly approaching, and in a moment the knot in your lower abdomen untied and a wave of pleasure washed over you. Your clitoris twitched on Jungkook's tongue, and a cry mixed with a moan escaped your lips.

Jungkook only let you go when you stopped twitching, and your legs fell limply, opening you up completely to him.

You barely lifted your head to see Jungkook getting off the bed. His chin and lips glistened with your juices. He slowly licked his lips as he took off his jeans. His cock was erect, and it was clear from its bulge that he wanted to free himself from the tight clothing that was constricting him.

You were breathing heavily, unable to move. The pleasant sensation after orgasm was still rippling between your legs, and when you saw Jungkook completely naked, your mouth filled with saliva. You wanted to suck him off. But he didn't give you a single chance to do so.

Jungkook climbed onto the bed and crawled towards you. He grabbed your legs and raised it, placing his large, engorged cock at your entrance. You were very wet, and before entering, Jungkook smeared some of your wet with the head of his cock along your folds.

Finally, he pressed against your entrance and entered. To your surprise, it was slow, millimeter by millimeter, and you enjoyed it with almost no pain.

Jungkook took you under the knee, moving your leg away so that you were as open to him as possible. He leaned toward you when he was fully inside you and froze. You looked into his eyes and thought that these eyes were your favorite, but why did they seem so unfamiliar now?

"I love being inside you, baby," he said in a breathless voice. He moved his hips and you moaned softly.

Jungkook slowly withdrew from you almost to the very edge... and then entered you again, deeply, completely, to the last millimeter. His movements were slow, lingering, almost torturously sweet. You felt him stretching you from within, filling you completely, forcing your body to arch toward each new thrust.

His hand slid under your waist, lifting your pelvis slightly — just the way he knew you liked it. He adjusted the angle, and the next thrust made you moan louder. Deeply. Exactly. Right where it was most sensitive. His gaze never left yours — hot, hungry, a little angry.

"Damn, that's good," you said, unable to contain your delight. Jungkook smiled triumphantly without stopping his movements.

You clenched the sheet, feeling your whole body tense as another wave approached. His moans merged with yours as he entered you once again, all the way to the bottom. His fingers found your clitoris again and began to massage it as he moved inside you in a rhythm that erased your thoughts. Your hips rose to meet him, seeking more. His hips slammed against yours with a dull thud that sent shivers down your spine.

Jungkook leaned down and pressed his lips to your neck, leaving hot kisses and small marks, like marks of ownership.

He straightened up on his knees and pulled out of you, but you could still feel that he was inside you. He turned you onto your stomach, lifted your ass, and you braced yourself with your hands on the bed.

Jungkook took his time. He held you in front of him, your hips in his strong arms, admiring the curve of your back, the way your delicate buttocks trembled, raised and submissive. He stroked your buttocks with his thumbs, gently, almost caressingly. But there was strength in that tenderness — the kind that made you melt beneath him.

"You have no idea how much I want you..." he whispered hoarsely and leaned down to run his tongue along your spine — from your waist up. You shuddered at the combination of his hot breath and the slight moisture that remained on your skin. And then... he entered you again from behind — deep, sharp, forcing you to grab the blanket even tighter.

You moaned when you felt his movement — he entered you completely, and from this position the sensations were even more piercing. His hips confidently slammed into yours, and he held you by the waist, guiding, controlling, leading.

"You drive me crazy when you arch your back like that for me..." he said, quickening his pace. His voice was deep, almost animalistic. And you didn't just hear him — you felt him deep inside you. Every movement seemed perfectly precise.

His hand moved lower and found your clitoris again, while the other slid under you to pull you closer. You felt small in his arms, completely filled, and it... was bliss.

"Fuck. You're so perfect for me," he groaned. You felt that pleasant pleasure enveloping you between your legs again. Orgasm approached with every movement of his hips, and then the explosion and unearthly sensations made you moan very loudly. Jungkook felt your walls squeeze his cock and he tried to hold on. He stopped, enjoying how you squeezed him.

You were breathing quickly and deeply, thinking it was all over, but Jungkook was still hard inside you. He pulled out and you fell onto the bed, trying to catch your breath. Jungkook moved to the head of the bed and gently pulled you toward him.

"Sit on me." His eyes were burning. He lay there with his erect cock demanding attention. You sat near on him, exhausted, unable to climb on top of him.

"Kook, I'm tired... maybe me just suck you off," you reached for his cock with your hands, but he grabbed your hand and pulled you closer to him.

"I want to cum inside you. So get on top of me," he said and pulled you towards him, and you had no choice but to slowly climb on top of him with trembling legs and cheeks flushed with heat. Jungkook held your hips, helping you sit on him, and when you were fully seated, you both let out a sound of pleasure at the same time.

"Come on, baby. Now... you're in control," he said quietly, stroking your breasts and stomach. His fingers squeezed your nipples, and you began to move — slowly, feeling every moment. The control was in your hands, and you felt it — how you were regaining power over yourself... over him... at least for a moment.

His hands slid down your back, and his mouth left kisses on everything he could reach. Your movements became faster, and your body hotter. And when another wave of orgasm began to roll in, he pulled you close, squeezing your buttocks. He was deep inside you, and every inch of this union made you revel in the sensuality. His moans mingled with your breath as you quickened your pace, pressing your breasts against his chest, dissolving into him.

"Like that... yes..." Jungkook gasped, pressing his lips into your shoulder, running his fingers along your spine. He clutched you closer, frantically, as if with each thrust he wanted to keep you inside him forever.

You felt his hips pull up from below — he could no longer hold back. He began to move with you, and now you were flying — in a rhythm that was yours alone. A whisper of your name escaped his lips, and a few seconds later his whole body tensed, he froze... and you felt a wave of warmth spread through you as he came, deeply, powerfully, with a breath that burned your ear.

He hugged you tightly — very, truly — and pressed you to his chest, as if nothing else existed in the world at that moment. You were both breathing heavily, chest to chest, forehead to forehead.

For a long time, no one said anything. There was only silence — cozy, full, like after a storm.

You finally climbed off him and lay down on the bed, completely exhausted. Jungkook lay down next to you, breathing heavily. You felt his semen flowing out of you and thought about taking the anti-inflammatory pill you had forgotten to take yesterday.

You felt Jungkook move, and then in a moment he was pressed against you. His lips found yours and he kissed you again. So many times, more than ever before when you were together. You felt the pleasure that these lips kissing you now belonged to the person you loved, but there were many unresolved issues between you. And this sex just delayed the inevitable.

Jungkook pulled away, and you immediately got to the point:

"Tell me who you are. Why don't I really know anything about you except that you have one friend, Jimin?"

Jungkook raised his eyebrows when he heard your question. He moved away and then got out of bed. You sat up without covering yourself. Jungkook went over to his things and started getting dressed. You felt a wave of irritation wash over you. Your eyes watched the muscles move on his back. It seems like he wants to run away again without any explanation. You also got out of bed, wrapping yourself in a blanket.

When Jungkook wanted to put on his shirt, you pushed him and turned he to you.

"Tell me who the hell you are! And why should I fall out of love with you when I find out who you are!" You could no longer contain your anger. He still looked at you silently. Your anger excited him, but he didn't want to tell you who he was. That was the reason why he had disappeared for two months.

Jungkook was silent. His eyes slid over your face, as if trying to memorize every feature before doing something... irreversible. He stood in front of you — half-dressed, hot with passion, but there was something cold in his eyes. Determined. Painful.

"If you find out," he finally spoke, quietly but firmly, "you will fear me."

You pulled the blanket tighter around yourself. Your throat was dry, but you forced yourself to look straight ahead and speak clearly:

"Just say it already," you didn't shout, but your voice was filled with rage born of pain.

He came close to you. You raised your head so as not to take your eyes off his dark eyes.

"I'll tell you, and then we definitely won't be able to see each other. So choose..."

You swallowed hard, exhausted by everything in the world. It was important for you to know what kind of man was standing in front of you. Because if he was really dangerous to you, you had to end it.

"Jungkook. I'm not a child. I have the right to know. And I have the right to decide for myself. Tell me."

He was silent. You could see him struggling with himself, whether to tell you or not. His lips parted and he said:

"I... I'm a mercenary..."

The silence after his confession seemed louder to you than any scream. You felt your stomach tighten.

"Mercenary?" you asked, almost not believing what you had heard. Your voice broke into a whisper. Jungkook just nodded. His jaw was tense, as if he were waiting for a blow. Waiting for you to scream, run away, curse him.

"I worked for those who paid the most. Mostly in security. But also... cleanups, eliminations. Sometimes just passing on information. I'm no hero, baby. And I'm certainly not someone to love. I'm not the kind of guy for a serious relationship," he touched your cheek with his fingers and stroked it gently.

You slowly moved away from him and sat down on the edge of the bed. Your heart was beating hard, each beat echoing in your ears. Everything you knew about him began to crack at the seams. Or rather, it finally fell into place.

"Is that why you disappeared?" you asked quietly.

"Some people wanted to kill me. Because I refused to follow orders. And then... when things calmed down a bit... I couldn't come back for a long time. Because I knew that if I saw you again, I wouldn't be able to leave. And I would drag you into something that couldn't be resolved without bloodshed."

He came closer. He stood right in front of you, crouching down to be at eye level with you. His palms touched your knees.

"Are you a murderer?" you asked, feeling your body tremble.

"Yes," he said firmly. "I am a murderer."

There was a silence that weighed heavily on both of you. You couldn't believe it. Of all the possible secrets — you were ready for betrayal, a double life, even marriage... But not this.

"And you don't regret it?" you asked in a trembling voice. He sighed.

"I regret that you had to find out about it. But I did what I had to do."

"Is the police looking for you?" you asked again.

"No. Because some people in the police... are on my side."

You closed your eyes. Every word was like a nail. You were silent for a long time. Your breathing finally evened out. Now you saw him differently. Not just as a lover. Not just as a missing man. But as someone... from a completely different world. Cruel. Dangerous. And now the scratches you had treated him for made sense. His late arrivals made sense. His disappearance made sense.

"I couldn't come to you at other times and I can't be with you during the day because you might be in danger. I knew it would be better not to show up at all, but I couldn't help myself. I am constantly drawn to you. But you don't deserve someone like me. At the same time, I can't imagine you with another man. It makes me so angry." Jungkook got up and you followed him with your eyes. He walked away from you and started putting on his shirt. You weighed all your feelings and the facts before you.

"Jungkook," you called him. He turned back to you and saw the verdict in your eyes. It hurt him, but he was ready for it. "I really fell in love with you..."

"Don't say that..." Jungkook interrupted you. It hurt him to hear you say that, and he couldn't accept it because there was no place for love in his life. You fell silent and then started again.

"I'm in love with you, but who you are... I thought you disappeared because you didn't want to see me. But the fact that you kill people is a completely different matter," your voice trembled and your eyes filled with tears. "Do you really have to do this? If you have a chance to leave it..." you said, but Jungkook interrupted you.

"No..." he said sharply. You fell silent. He exhaled heavily. "No, baby. I can't get out of it, I've been in it for too long..."

You bit your lip to keep from crying. Losing Jungkook for the second time that day was the most painful thing you had ever felt. Even that other time didn't hurt this much. Back then, there was hope, small and meager, but it was there that he could be brought back. But now... now you know that he is involved in crime. And the fact that he can take someone's life just like that sends a chill down your spine. Your eyes fill with tears. You look at his face — so handsome, so familiar, with the cheekbones you used to kiss, his lips — and you no longer see the gentle, ordinary, daring boy you fell in love with. You realize that now the possibility of being with him has become almost impossible.

You looked at him. There was so much in his eyes: fatigue, pain, struggle, despair... and something else — something so deep that it took your breath away. But alongside this — a shadow. The shadow of who he had become.

"I just..." You swallow your tears, trying to breathe evenly. "I didn't expect this. I was ready for anything. Even if you were married... or had children... or dealt in stolen goods... But that you kill people — I couldn't have imagined that even in my worst nightmare."

Jungkook didn't take his eyes off you. But he didn't come closer. He didn't touch you.

"It's really scary," you said quietly, admitting it. "I look at you, and my heart still aches... with love. But it's really scary... Because I don't know what you're capable of. And who else you might kill..."

He clenched his fists, as if holding back the urge to scream. His face was contorted with pain.

"I would never hurt you," he said softly.

"What about the people around me? Can you promise that? That your world... will never touch mine?"

He didn't answer.

"See?" you whispered. "So we really weren't meant to be together... I'm sorry, I don't know who I need to be to accept that..." Tears rolled down your cheeks. You didn't even wipe them away. They dripped onto the blanket, onto your palms, leaving warm, heavy marks.

Jungkook finally slowly approaches you. He takes a few steps closer, but doesn't touch you.

"You don't have to accept this," he said hoarsely. "I didn't want you to find out. But I... I couldn't help coming. I really missed you. Like an idiot. I shouldn't have come..."

"But you did come," you say quietly with a hysterical, tired smile, "and you would have run away again if I hadn't asked. And that's what hurts the most — that you probably never planned to tell me the truth."

Jungkook bowed his head in acknowledgment. Something flashed in his eyes — shame? Guilt?

"If I stay... will it destroy you?" he asked, hope in his voice. But when he saw the look on your face, he understood the answer.

You took a step back. Not out of fear. But because you couldn't bear his gaze. He was silent. His breathing was uneven, his chest rising heavily. He looked at you, knowing that this was probably the last time — long, as if trying to engrave the smallest details of your face in his memory.

He didn't want to come back to you when he left. But you managed to tie him to you, and it destroyed him. Even though he swore he would never have a girl to friend with benefits. But you're like a damn drug. He wants you constantly, day after day. And when he came back today for the first time in a long time, he had sex with you like a madman. He forgot who he was, what world he lived in. All he wanted was you. You stood in front of him, wrapped in a blanket, so small in front of his shadow. But you already not been his.

Jungkook stood there, silent. He didn't try to convince you. He just stared. Like a doomed man. You stood in front of him, wrapped in a blanket, so small in front of his shadow.

"I'm asking you... Go. Really go. And don't come back... and don't even think about touching anyone around me... If I find out that anyone has disappeared, is scared, is being followed... I'll go to the police. Not the ones who cover for you. The international ones. I'll do everything to stop you. Do you understand?"

Jungkook could barely control himself. His jaw ached from clenching it so tightly.

"Yes, baby. I understand you," he said, smiling through the pain in his chest. "I'll go. And you'll never see me again."

There were tears in your eyes, and you couldn't see properly because of them. His image blurred as he turned and walked away. Without looking back. Without touching you goodbye. He just disappeared. Like a storm that left only destruction and emptiness behind.

Everything was like a fog. You weren't living, you were just existing. You didn't talk to anyone. You texted your friends that you were busy at work, and you lied to your parents in short phone conversations. You ate almost nothing. You didn't leave the house except to go to work.

Donmin, your colleague, was the first to notice. He brought you coffee, tried to talk to you, joked, invited you to lunch. But you... it was as if you didn't exist in the same world as everyone else.

The nights were the worst. You couldn't sleep. You constantly listened to the sounds outside the window, to the silence in the house. You felt like he was watching you. That he was somewhere nearby. And the scariest thing was that you were almost certain of it.

And then you felt sick. You threw up when you were getting ready for work. The first time, you thought you had food poisoning. It wasn't surprising, since you had eaten something spoiled the night before. But when it happened again the next morning... you looked at the calendar.

It showed that you were four days late. With everything that was going on, you hadn't noticed that your period hadn't started.

You were instantly overcome with panic. You hadn't had sex with anyone except Jungkook, and you remembered that you hadn't taken your birth control that day. You felt so bad that you completely forgot to take it.

You rushed to get dressed, grabbed your wallet, and ran to the nearest 24-hour pharmacy because it was early in the morning.

You bought not one but three tests to make sure that if one lied, the other two would show the truth. With trembling hands, you opened the box and followed the instructions. You waited in the bathroom, your heart pounding in your chest like crazy.

You sat on the edge of the bathtub. Your gaze was glued to the little window on the test. The first line was the control line. And almost immediately... the second line appeared. You couldn't believe your eyes. Two lines.

You grabbed the other two tests, and although they hadn't fully developed yet, both showed two lines.

You clutched your head in your hands and the world around you collapsed. Thousands of thoughts raced through your mind, each one worse than the last. The phone lying on the nightstand by the sink vibrated. A notification came in, but you didn't pay any attention to it. The time on the phone showed 4:15. And you almost fainted when you realized what you had just found out. You were pregnant. Pregnant by Jungkook.

AUTHOR NOTE:

Hello to my dear ARMY 💜 It’s been a while since we’ve seen each other, and I haven’t written anything new for you in a long time.

So, I want to tell you that I’m feeling better, but life is still kinda shitty, to be honest 😒 The only light for me right now is BTS and you, my dearest ones 🥺💗 Receiving your words of support is incredibly touching and heartwarming 😭🙏🏻

Please forgive me for constantly talking about my condition (I really think I should just shut my mouth 😀), but it’s directly connected to why I so rarely post anything.

I have projects ongoing and I plan to continue them. When exactly? I’m planning to do it in the coming weeks, but besides going to work — which drives me into breakdowns — and going to therapy, I’ve also started studying, which will take some of my time too 🥲😔

But I promise I’m not going anywhere and I’ll keep writing “One Night…” and “No Mercy” (one sweet anon almost hung me upside down demanding a continuation 😅 I PROMISE I’ll write the next part very soon 🙌🏻)

And this story again is about toxic relationships. God, I don’t know why but I’ve been drawn to writing this kind of thing lately!

Should I write some fluff without explicit scenes? (I don’t even know if I can write like that, but maybe I should try 🤭)

I really hope everyone will enjoy it 🙏🏻 If this came off as harsh to you, please forgive me — this is just how I saw the story 🙏🏻 Please don’t write anything too mean, I’m very sensitive right now 🥺

I also want to sincerely apologize to everyone whom I haven’t replied to in DMs or question boxes yet 🥺 My dearest ones, I’ve really closed myself off a lot and I’m so sorry that you worry about me, but I just can’t give a proper response 🥺💗

Please bear with me if you’re willing to — I will reply to every message. (To be honest, the only thing I’m able to do is write a little. That’s the only thing I still have the will to do in this life.

I’ll share a secret with you — it’s unbearable for me to be around people, sometimes even my loved ones. I think I’ve really lost it 😭🤨 (I don’t know if I’m allowed to say this here, but I want to be honest with you.)

So if someone likes my new story, I’ll be happy with any interaction. You know that despite my weird state, I can’t stop loving you all 🥹😭💜

I really love you so much and I miss the way you interact with me 🥹 Don’t focus too much on my state — better tell me if this story was worthy of your attention, if you’ve read this far 😊🥹

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𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊 𝐌𝐄 𝐔𝐏

↪︎𝒔𝒚𝒏𝒐𝒑𝒔𝒊𝒔: "if you could curse one day of your life, it would be the day you met him. because him—he's fucked up fucking for you, forever."

↪︎𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: smut, fwb, fuck buddies, angst, fluff, slow burn ↪︎𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: here ↪︎𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: jungkook x reader ↪︎𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒔: ongoing | 𝒘𝒄: 190k+ | 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔: 25/? ↪︎𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒔: ao3 | wattpad

⋆｡°✩ chapters ✩°｡⋆ | * = smut

#01 | #02 | #03 | #04 | #05 | #06 | #07* | #08* | #09 | #10 | #11 | #12* | #13 | #14 | #15 | #16 | #17 | #18* | #19* | #20 | #21 | #22 | #23 | #24 | #25* | #26

⋆｡°✩ plot ✩°｡⋆

When your search for affordable NYC housing leads you to apartment 6B, you think you've hit the jackpot. That is, until you realize your new roommate is the guy from that one wild night on January - the one who ruined you for anyone else. Now you're stuck sharing walls with the living embodiment of your worst mistake, and the sexual tension is thick enough to choke on. Between his emotional damage and your trust issues, this arrangement is a disaster waiting to happen.

But hey, at least the hate sex is phenomenal.

⋆｡°✩ drabbles ✩°｡⋆

➵ that first night: her POV ➵ that first night: his POV [WIP] ➵ rules of engagement (yeji meets irya) ➵ griffin’s survival guide on stupid humans ➵ the great coffee war ➵ whiteboard chronicles ➵ polaroid memories (tae and jk)

⋆｡°✩ extras ✩°｡⋆

✧ playlists: • fuck me up - the soundtrack • songs fmu!jk plays on his electric guitar 🎸 | drawings | aesthetic & vibes ✧ moodboards: characters | relationships ✧ floor plans: apartment layout • jungkook's bedroom • apartment 6B visuals

✧ d͟i͟s͟c͟l͟a͟i͟m͟e͟r͟ ✧ please be reminded that members are purely used with visual purposes. this is a work of fiction merely written for entertainment purposes.

© jungkoode 2025 no reposts, translations, or adaptations

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jeon jungkook fanfics recommendations that will ruin your sleep schedule 🪩 (jungkook masterlist)

hey my babies 💗 ... it’s been a long time since i posted my last list and i missed so much. Thank god I’m still doing my silly reviews when i can, cause life can be so so hectic sometimes. But between the busy schedules and stressful tasks, fanfiction light up my days through the cracks and i’m so grateful. This wouldn’t be possible without these amazing writers that deserve all the love and praise for putting these masterpieces into the world. Thank you so much 💗 That all being said, hope you guys enjoy my list and my reviews ofc :

🌟 the love bug by @jungkxook | pairing: jungkook x reader | genre: spiderman!jungkook + fluff / smut | spiderkook, spideykook | completed

summary: every night, jungkook puts on the red mask and flings himself confidently into perilous danger; but that same heart of steel that fuels his will and spirit seems to fail him whenever it comes to you

🌟 handle with care by @dreamersparacosm | pairing: jungkook x reader | completed

summary: in which your landlord sends an electrician to fix your power, and you end up learning firsthand the magic of blue collar dick.

🌟 web between us by @nvrngl | pairing. bts ﹢ spiderman!jungkook x mj!reader ﹢ flu | ongoing (?)

summary: it's the middle of the night and jungkook stumbles ( yet again ) through your window, wounded, sheepish, irresistably adorable.

🌟 bitchin by @kinktae | pairing: fratboy!jungkook x reader | genre: 1980s au, eventual smut, e2 | completed

summary: The 80s were a time of choices. Which perm was right for you? What color neon would you wear next? None of these choices, however, were more questionable than a certain deal you made with Jeon Jungkook.

my review, my review, my review, my review, my review, my review, my review (i think this is one of my favorite fanfics EVER)

🌟 delivery date by @dntaewithluv | Pairing: pizzadeliveryboy!jungkook x reader (pieceofyou!jungkook x reader) | completed (i guess)

summary: Everyone’s raving about the newest pizza place in town, Pizza Paradise. One Friday night, you find your curiosity piqued and decide to see if it’s really worth all the hype. However, it turns out you’re much more intrigued by the gorgeous blonde delivery boy than the cheesy contents of the box he’s carrying.

🌟 study break - part one by @ggukivrse | pairing: jungkook x f!reader | genre: college au, established relationship, smut (?) | ongoing (?)

summary: in which you’re all distraction and no remorse, and jungkook keeps coming back for more.

🌟 married for 7 days by @kooklovee | Pairing - bf!Jungkook x gf!Reader | Genre - mostly fluff, smut | completed

summary: Matching rings and a joke—your boyfriend says you're married. What he didn’t expect is for you to play along the whole trip... And the more you pretend...the less it feels like a game.

🌟 dilf jk: series masterlist @venusiangguk | pairing: jungkook x reader / dilf jk x grocery store clerk oc | genre: strangers to lovers, friends with benefits, smut, fluff | ongoing (and im waiting for updates everyday)

summary: you find a baby in your store and in turn, a dilf finds you

my review, my review (i think about this fanfic pretty much everyday)

🌟 just this once by @ggukivrse | pairing: jeon jungkook x f!reader | genre: friends to lovers, smut, fluff (?) | ongoing (?)

summary: when you complain to jungkook about your lack of action in the past year, you're not really asking for a solution. but when he casually offers to help, you just can't seem to bring yourself to say no. after all, what's the worst that could happen in hooking up just this once?

🌟 ghosts just wanna have fun by @sugaxjpg | Couple: Jungkook x Reader | Psychic!AU & MedSchool!AU | Filed under: fluff, crack | completed

summary: When Jungkook discovered that he could communicate with dead people, the last thing he expected was that they would be there to give him romantic advice.

🌟 secret encounters by @jiminsafairy | waiter!jungkook x reader | completed

summary: in the middle of an awfull date, when the hot waiter gives you a note: 'meet me in the bathroom'. And you don't hesitate to follow him.

🌟 apart-mental issues (my review my review) by @mister0ctopus | mini-series | Pairings: Neighbor JK x Reader | completed

summary: Just your awkward and embarrassing encounters with your next-door neighbor, Jungkook.

🌟 EXBF!JUNGKOOK HEADCANNONS by @dearjoons | exboyfriend!jungkook x exgirlfriend!reader | completed

summary: REQUEST: “i was thinking like you guys are still somewhat friends after the breakup (maybe in the same friend group or smt) and he’s still very much in love with you type thing ykk 🤭”

🌟 Fuck me Up (FMU) by @jungkoode | genre: enemies to lovers, emotional slow burn, smut with plot, fuck buddies | ongoing

summary:

When your search for affordable NYC housing leads you to apartment 6B, you think you've hit the jackpot. That is, until you realize your new roommate is the guy from that one wild night on January - the one who ruined you for anyone else. Now you're stuck sharing walls with the living embodiment of your worst mistake, and the sexual tension is thick enough to choke on. Between his emotional damage and your trust issues, this arrangement is a disaster waiting to happen.

But hey, at least the hate sex is phenomenal.

my review, my review, my review, my review

🌟 basic needs | jjk, myg by @ggukivrse | pairing: jungkook x f!reader, yoongi x f!reader | rating/genre: m, smut, roommates au | little bit of jk x yoongi | completed

summary: missing sex while being stuck in your apartment with your two roommates during quarantine is being the worst nightmare you could've imagined. fortunately, you're not the only one who's touch starved.

🌟 something In the silence by @cgvejjk | genre : soft, cozy, comforting. | pairing ,, best friend!jk x bsf!reader | completed

summary: two best friends who are in love but won’t admit it, but what happens when one makes a move?

🌟 Never to Forever by @sushispective | Genre | rivals!au, angst, slow burn, comedy, fluff | Tropes | e2l, academic rivals | ongoing ?

summary:  Rivals logically, but lovers illogically. Jungkook and you never gave the other a second, with snarky comments and sharp retorts, but when things spiral out of control, will the banter return?

🌟 OUR LITTLE LIFE by @kookooluvr | pairing: dad!jungkook x (fem) mom!reader | genre: fluff, smut (angst is barely sprinkled in here and there) family!au, slice of lifelau, businessman!jungkook, sahm!reader, lots of cute married couple moments | ongoing

summary: moments in your little life with the man of your dreams, from the domesticity found in early morning burnt toast and bedtime kisses to late-night diaper disasters, passive-aggressive arguments about laundry, and him proving that married sex can in fact still break the headboard.

my review, my review (COWBOYKOOK)

🌟 after school hours by @jeonette | genre : enemies to lovers | pairing : jungkook x reader | completed

summary: A classic 90's enemies to lovers skit. Mixtapes, rooftop hangouts, and harmless bickering between classes. But somewhere between hallway glances, stolen car rides, and one kiss under the stars, everything changed.

🌟 Ghost!AU with Jungkook by @springday-aus | Genre: fluff, platonic bc he’s literally dead | ghost!jungkook, mentions of ghost!Yoongi and neighbor!Taehyung | completed

summary: ghost!jungkook basically

🌟 accidental roommates by @jjkeverlast | pairing dilf!jk x fem!reader | oommates AU, hate to love, fluff, angst, humor | completed

summary: moving apartments is stressful and difficult enough as it is. all the planning and packing and multiple moments of rearranging furniture; all you crave is peace. yet it seemed like peace was far within reach as the owner of the apartment had left out one tiny crucial detail from the ad — a ripped tattooed adonis, coupled, with a tiny baby daughter will come as your roommate.

feel free to recommend your fanfic or anything you like 🌟💗

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ONE NIGHT STAND ; M.LIST

➥ rundown ; as if the unexpected twist of a one-night stand turning out to be your CEO boss wasn't surreal enough, the situation takes a more challenging turn when both of you discover that you're expecting his child.

genre ; enemies to lovers | CEO au , pregnancy au

✦ Jungkook x y/n ✦ word count ; 200k | 18+ ✦ status : complete

warnings - contains smut.

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His To Keep. JK

Pairing- Mute (fem) reader x father's right hand man Jeon.

Word count: 4,926

Genre: Dark romance, Mafia au (one shot)

Tropes: Arranged Marriage, Mutism, moments of trauma, Dominant Male Lead, Protector Dynamic, Violence, morally grey ml x soft fl, Intense, smut , explicit content, virgin reader, hair pulling, rough sex, manhandling, choking, possesive , nsfw content , explicit language, Underworld Setting, mentions of death.

Summary : After a near fatal attack inside her own home, Y/n who's mute since childhood and the only daughter of a powerful underworld figure is given to one man no one dares to cross: Jeon Jungkook, her father’s feared right hand. Desperate to protect what matters most, her father sacrifices her freedom for safety binding her fate to a man more dangerous than the enemies lurking in the shadows.

The chandelier above the marble foyer dripped with crystals. Blood stained the edges of the staircase streaking through the house. The guards were already covering the windows, dragging corpses in black masks out into the night. Her father’s enemies had breached the mansion.

And Y/N had almost died.

She sat curled in the corner of the hallway, her gown torn at the shoulder, eyes wide with wordless trauma. The knife they’d held to her throat had left a warning stroke. Her trembling hand tried to hide it with her hair. But her mutism left her defenseless. Her silence wasn’t voluntary it was a prison. Not a sound had escaped her as they broke through the back entrance and dragged her by her hair across the floor.

“Enough,” her father growled, voice like broken gravel, soaked in fury. His custom Italian shoes crunched over the glass as he walked past the dead men without blinking.

“Call him,” her father barked to his consigliere. “I want Jeon here tonight. Now.”

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The mansion gates rattled asa blacked out Mercedes Maybach G-Class, matte black in colour tore down the drive like it didn’t belong to the world outside. It didn’t slow for the turn.

The guards stepped aside the second they saw the license plate.

They knew better.

The door swung open before the engine even died.

Jeon Jungkook stepped out.

The guards nodded with respect. Or fear. Likely both.

Jeon had arrived. Towering. His gaze swept the chaos, unfazed.

Inside the hallway, his jaw clenched as he took in the blood smeared on her skin, the tear down her dress. His fingers flexed at his side like he was fighting the urge to draw his gun again and again.

Jeon didn’t rush to her.

He moved with purpose, unbothered by the corpses around him.

Her father, standing near her, stepped forward.

“She was the target.”

Jeon didn’t acknowledge him.

He reached Y/N.

Kneeled.

One hand on his knee, the other pulling off his black coat with a single motion and simply draped it over her shoulders. He adjusted it, covering the torn part of her dress, his knuckles brushing the side of her throat. And for a moment just one his fingers gently touched the corner of her eye, brushing away a strand of hair matted to her cheek.

Jeon stood. Wrath boiling just beneath the surface.

He didn’t speak to her, not yet. His attention turned back to her father.

“I want them all dead,” her father spat, pacing. He walked over to his desk, slammed his fist on it, then turned toward Jungkook. “Their children, wives, mistresses, I don’t care. Burn their money.” Her father stormed into the main room, hand shaking in fury. His voice echoed off the marble walls like gunfire.

His voice cracked. “My daughter. My only blood. You understand what that means, Jeon? She can’t scream. My daughter doesn’t speak. She hasn’t since she was five. And those bastards knew it" he growled, voice rough.

“They got through,” her father snapped, his voice strained. “They knew when the security was weakest. They timed it for when you were gone.”

He threw his glass against the wall shattering it.

Y/N flinched.

“ If they’d dragged her out of here tonight, if they’d taken her I would’ve never heard a sound. She’d be gone without a trace!” Her father's voice cracked just slightly.

Jeon’s eyes flickered.

“Whoever did this,” he said calmly, voice low and razor-sharp. Jeon replied, his voice low and emotionless. “won’t see the end of this week.”

“Then marry her”

Y/N’s head shot up.

Her nails dug into the floor.

The room stilled.

“I said marry her. Tonight, tomorrow I don’t care. I want your name on her. I'm not asking. You owe me this, Jeon. Chain her to the one thing no enemy will dare touch.”

Y/N stood, suddenly. Her legs buckled. Jeon caught her instinctively, one arm locking around her waist.

“Careful,” Jeon said, voice sharp and low as he caught her.

One word quiet but commanding. Protective. Possessive.

“She doesn’t get a say?” Jeon asked, quietly.

“She doesn’t need to. She knows.”

And she did.

Because if Jeon claimed her, the world would think twice before trying to claim her too.

Jeon’s jaw ticked. He looked down at Y/N. Her eyes met his, glassy and panic stricken.

And he saw it.

The smallest nod. Then he looked up again.

Cold. Final.

“I’ll take her.” he said, voice a weapon.

And her entire world turned black.

Jeon caught her without hesitation.

Her father stepped forward, but Jeon’s glare stopped him cold. “Don’t,” Jeon said, his voice like cold steel. “She’s had enough.”

He gently shifted her into his arms, bridal style. Her lashes fluttered faintly.

“She’s not strong enough for this,” Jeon muttered under his breath, but no one missed the edge in his tone. He wasn’t angry at her

“She will be,” her father said from behind, eyes locked on Jeon. “Make her strong. Marry her. I know only you can protect her with your life .”

Jeon didn’t respond.

He was already walking.

She awoke to unfamiliar silence.

Not the echo of her room. This silence was warm. Deep. Padded by expensive walls and dim lights. And the scent..masculine. Clean and Spiced leather

She blinked slowly, eyes adjusting to the low light.

Soft sheets beneath her. A velvet headboard behind her. She wasn’t in her bed.

And the coat the coat was still on her. Draped gently over her like a blanket.

Her fingers clutched the fabric instinctively.

Her eyes turned and she froze.

Jeon was standing near the tall glass windows, back to her, hands in his pockets. His sleeves were rolled up, showing his tattooed arm. His black shirt clung to his frame like a second skin.

He turned his head slightly just enough to show her he knew she was awake.

“I had your clothes and other things brought,” he said quietly. “They’ll be here soon.”

She sat up slowly, groggy. Her mouth opened, but no words came. Just silence. Just air.

“I know,” he murmured, approaching her. “You don’t have to try.”

She looked at him, eyes still unfocused.

He added, slower now. “We’re getting married. Tomorrow.” Jeon leaned down slightly, just enough to meet her eyes where she sat, still clutching his coat.

“I don’t expect you to like it,” he said. " I’m a complicated man. Soft isn’t in my nature. But I’ll keep you alive whether you like it or not."

Then he reached for the coat on her shoulders just to fix it where it had slipped and for a second, his fingers brushed her bare collarbone.

His touch was warm. Gentle.

Too gentle for the man he was. Just long enough to make her breath catch.

Then he stood back, stone faced again. Controlled.

“I’ll be downstairs.”

And with that, he left her alone with his scent, and a future that belonged entirely to him.

___

The wedding wasn’t held in a church. It wasn’t held in any grand hall or estate garden.

It was conducted in the study of Jeon’s private estate deep within stone walls behind biometric locks and guarded by men who’d kill before they questioned.

A single table sat in the center of the room. Two chairs. A stack of marriage documents. Two pens.

Y/N stood in a white dress that wasn’t chosen by her but fit her too perfectly to be coincidence. Simple. Elegant. Long sleeved. High neck. Lace at the cuffs. A delicate veil draped over her face, shielding her expressions from the world but not from Jeon.

He stood across from her.

Black shirt. Collar unbuttoned, sleeves rolled halfway.

There were no vows. No priest.

Only a government official who had the good sense to keep his mouth shut and sign the documents quickly. He glanced nervously at Y/N before pushing the papers toward her with a pen

Jeon watched her. Not impatient just still. Like a wolf watching its chosen mate.

She signed.

Her name sealed her fate. Then Jeon stepped forward and signed with a single movement firm, confident, absolute.

The official stood, grabbed the documents and exited the room without a word.

The door shut behind him. They were alone.

Married.

Bound by paper and blood.

Y/N stood motionless, staring down at her hands. She didn’t hear Jeon move. But she felt him. He stopped just inches from her.

Then slowly without hesitation he reached up and lifted the veil from her face. His eyes drank her in. No hunger.

Just possession. Quiet, deep possession.

His fingers lingered on the edge of the veil before lowering it behind her shoulders.

“You’re mine now,” he murmured. “And that means something.”

Y/N's lips parted slightly, eyes wide. Her breath hitched.

Jeon reached into his pocket and pulled out a small black velvet box. The motion was smooth, practiced like he’d thought about this already. He opened it.

Inside was a diamond unlike anything she’d ever seen. Oval cut. Set in a band of platinum. Crystal clear with an icy blue fire trapped inside it rare, cold and exquisite. A stone that whispered of danger, power and obsession.

Jeon took her left hand in his, eyes not leaving hers as he slid the ring onto her finger.

It fit perfectly.

“This isn’t for show,” he said lowly. “It’s not for love either.” He leaned in, voice brushing against her skin.

“It’s for my claim on you."

Her chest rose too fast, her lips parting but no sound came.

His thumb brushed under her eye, slow, grounding. And then, without warning Jeon leaned in. And kissed her forehead.

Firm. Final.

“Come,” he said.

His voice was low and unyielding

Y/N didn’t move at first but when his hand extended toward her, open and waiting something inside her stirred.

Obedience. She placed her hand in his.

His fingers wrapped around hers like steel.

He led her out of the study without another word.

The hallway was dim, the lights low and warm against the hard lines of the estate. The only sound was the subtle click of her heels against the marble floor each step echoing louder than it should have.

Too loud. Too sharp. Then she stumbled just slightly.

Jeon glanced down.

Her steps were uneven. The heels were too tall, and her ankles hurting beneath her.

He didn’t say a word. Just stopped. Turned to her. And without warning, scooped her into his arms. She gasped silently, clutching at his shoulder as he carried her down the corridor like she weighed nothing.

“You shouldn’t be walking in these,” he muttered, glancing down at the heels with a flick of annoyance in his expression.

She looked away, heat blooming in her cheeks.

But he kept walking. Strong, steady, with every step deliberate. He didn’t put her down until they reached the master bedroom. The door swung open at his touch.

Luxury greeted her in silence dark walls, silk sheets and blackout curtains drawn tight. It was beautiful. Cold. Intimate. When they entered the bedroom, he didn’t put her down immediately.

He set her down gently on the edge of the bed, kneeling in front of her as if it were nothing.

Then his hands reached for her ankles. She flinched slightly. But he didn’t stop.

One by one, he unclasped the straps of her heels with a precision that didn’t match the rough strength of his build. When he slid the first heel off his thumb brushed the bone of her ankle. He held her foot in his palm and pressed his thumb just above the heel. Just enough to send a wave of warmth spiraling up her leg.

He moved to the other ankle. Did the same.

Silent. Focused.

The silence between them was deafening.

Y/N sat on the edge of the massive bed, barefoot now, her ankles still tingling from where Jeon’s fingers had worked away the pain. Her dress was pristine still fitted, still proper but she felt anything but proper.

Jeon stood across the room, his back to her for a moment, as he removed his watch, unbuttoned his cuffs, and rolled his sleeves up revealing his tattoes slowly with the precision of a man preparing for something inevitable.

When he finally turned, his dark eyes locked on hers. He walked toward her slow, measured, his shadow stretching across the bed before his body did. Her breath caught, her fingers curling into the sheets.

He stopped in front of her.

“You’ve never done this,” he said quietly. It wasn’t a question. His voice was low, dark and heavy.

She looked up at him, lips parting. But her nod was small, hesitant and real.

Jeon’s jaw clenched. He knelt in front of her again just like before but this time, his fingers didn’t reach for her heels.

They reached for the hem of her dress.

“Look at me,” he ordered. She did.

“This is your choice.” He dragged the fabric up slowly, baring her knees, then her thighs, his eyes following every inch as it was revealed.

“I don’t do gentle,” he said, his voice firmer now. “And I take rough. Because that’s who I am.”

Y/N’s heart slammed in her chest.

He leaned in closer, lips ghosting near her ear. “But I’ll only take what you give.” And then he waited. She could’ve pulled away. Shaken her head. Instead, she reached for his shoulder. Just barely. Fingertips brushing over the black fabric of his shirt. A whisper of touch.

That was all he needed.

He stood again, this time pulling her to her feet. And with a single tug he unzipped the back of her dress. It slid off her body pooling around her ankles. He looked at her like she wasn’t just his wife now she was his territory.

He brought his hands to her ribs, rough palms moving over her bare skin as he turned her slowly, making her face the mirror above the dresser.

“Look at yourself,” he whispered, voice like gravel. “Look at what belongs to me now.”

She did.

And in the reflection, she saw him behind her—his chest broad, his hands large on her hips, his mouth brushing the nape of her neck as he kissed it..hard.

His lips moved lower. And then she was on the bed. Flat on her back.

And Jeon’s mouth was on her inner thigh, kissing high too high. His tongue teased the edge of her lace and she gasped.

The lace was torn away. Not removed. Torn.

His eyes darkened. He stripped his shirt. Then his belt. Then everything else.

She saw the full weight of him and her breath faltered. But his hand gripped her thigh, pushing it open again. “I’ll make it hurt,” he said darkly, “but only so you remember it was me.”

And then he was inside her. Her eyes watered. Her fingers dug into his forearms. He cursed softly under his breath, head bowed, fighting for control. “Fuck,” he growled, hips still. “You’re so tight, it’s driving me insane.” He held still, letting her adjust, breathing hard against her skin.

When her fingers relaxed when her body stopped resisting he began to move. Slow at first. Then brutal. Possessive.

His hand gripped her throat not to choke.but to hold her still as he claimed her over and over again. Her nails clawed his back and though she made no sound, her body screamed for him in every trembling movement.

And Jeon listened. He heard her in her silence.

He lay beside her, breathing hard, pulling her into his chest without asking. His hand slid into her hair, gripping the strands gently, anchoring her. And for a long, heavy moment, the room was still until he reached for a glass of water on the nightstand and held it to her lips.

“Drink,” he said.

He pulled the blanket over her body, then slid beside her again gathering her into his chest again. His hand stroked the back of her head in slow, hypnotic movements, guiding her into sleep. And she did sleep. Eventually.

Her breathing evened out. Her fingers loosened their grip on his shirt.

And only when he was sure absolutely sure that she was asleep, did he move.

Jeon rose from the bed and walked toward the balcony, pushing the glass door open just enough to let the cold night air kiss his skin.

He lit a cigarette. Leaned against the marble pillar. And stared out into the darkness beyond his estate.

Eyes narrowed. Mind racing. One arm crossed over his chest, the cigarette burning between his fingers.

She was his now. And no one was going to touch what was his.

Jeon turned back to glance at her but only the diamond on her finger catching the dim light. Only the proof that she belonged to him now in every way that mattered.

__

The first breath of night air had barely touched Jeon’s skin when the sharp crack shattered the stillness.

A gunshot.

The balcony glass exploded inward shards like frozen daggers scattering across the marble floor, glittering in the dim light.

Jeon’s cigarette dropped from between his fingers. His eyes snapped , danger flaring in them like a storm igniting.

And then footsteps. A frightened gasp.

Y/N’s eyes flew open. Her body jerked awake, heart hammering against her ribs like a trapped animal. The sound of breaking glass had ripped her from sleep.

Her breath hitched, her silent panic blooming in the darkness. Before she could fully process, Jeon was there fast as a shadow, stronger than any storm.

He slammed the door behind him, locking it with a fierce click.

“Stay close,” he barked, voice low and unforgiving.

His hand was iron around her wrist, pulling her toward a narrow hallway.

They moved quickly no words, only the sound of boots striking stone floors and the faint echo of their own breaths.

Jeon’s grip tightened when she stumbled on her bare feet.

“I told you to be careful,” he hissed. But his voice was more warning than anger. He led her down a concealed staircase.

The walls closed in thick steel, reinforced doors, blinking panels of high tech security.

The kind of place no one knew about but him.

The room was windowless.

He locked the door behind her, palm pressed to the scanner until the seal hissed shut.

“You don’t open this for anyone but me,” he ordered, stepping toward her. His voice was low but it vibrated with something feral.

She nodded shakily. His hand came up, touching her cheek before leaving.

And the door sealed shut behind him.

__

Jeon’s world went silent as soon as he stepped back into the night. No hesitation. No mercy. His world narrowed into one burning point: find the man , the man who dared to shoot at what Jeon claimed as his.

Jeon followed the faint trail of heat signatures and scattered footprints beyond the estate perimeter and he found the man. Waiting. Armed.

Jeon was methodical. Merciless. Predator and executioner.

Within minutes, he cornered the shooter in an abandoned warehouse. The man's face pale with regret too late to matter.

Jeon didn’t hesitate.

With one brutal sweep, he disarmed the man's fingers snapping the gun clean from his grip. Jeon’s fists crashed into the man's ribs, jaw, throat each hit a silent sentence. The man gasped for air, eyes swimming with panic.

Blood soaked Jeon's knuckles by the time the body hit the ground , unrecognizable.

Because she could’ve died. And he would’ve burned the world if she had.

__

She sat curled on the edge of a chair in the secure room.

The silence gnawed at her. Her legs wouldn’t stop shaking.

The sound of that glass of death missing her by inches still echoed inside her skull.

And then the door hissed. Unlocked.

She looked up and froze. Jeon stepped inside.

His shirt was soaked in blood. Blood stained his neck, clung to his jaw. His eyes still wild, still dangerous swept the room and landed on her.

She didn’t think. Didn’t hesitate. She ran. Straight into him.

Her arms wrapped tightly around his waist, burying her face into his chest despite the scent of blood, sweat and mental

His arms crushed around her in an instant.

Possessive. Desperate.

Her breathing trembled against him. Her hands clutched his back like she didn’t care what he’d done only that he’d come back.

“Shh,” he muttered, his voice still rough with rage. “It’s over baby”.

And then he pulled back just enough to see her face. There was a streak of dried blood across her cheek. With the back of his hand, Jeon wiped it off. Slowly. Carefully. The same hand he had used to kill just minutes ago.

Jeon’s breath was still ragged. The silence of safety hadn’t touched him yet not fully.

He needed something stronger to calm him.

He needed her. His fingers gripped the back of his shirt yanking it over his head in one swift motion. The blood slicked fabric landed on the floor as he stood before her, bare chested, muscles twitching with leftover fury.

Y/N looked up at him seyes glassy with exhaustion and something else she couldn’t name.

She barely stood when his hands came to her waist.

He moved toward her slow, dangerous and turned her around with one sharp pull. Then he grabbed the back of her night gown and ripped it open. Fabric tore like paper.

He didn’t unbutton anything. Didn’t unclasp. He ruined it fist clenched in the lace as he yanked it down her arms and let it crumple around her bare feet.

His palm slid up the curve of her spine. She shivered. Her knees buckled. He caught her again. Effortlessly.

Jeon spun her and slammed her back into the wall, caging her in with his body, one hand gripping her throat just holding her still while the other dragged her panties aside.

“Too tired?” he rasped darkly, mouth brushing her ear. “Good. I'm gonna do all the work.”

Her head rolled back. Couldn’t even nod. But she didn’t resist. And that was enough.

Jeon groaned low and feral and then slammed into her with a single brutal thrust.

She cried out but her entire body jerked in response, legs instinctively trying to close but his grip kept her spread open .

One hand under her thigh. One hand fisting her hair.

He used her body.

Bounced her on his cock like a machine rough, fast, punishing.

His hips snapped against hers, every thrust shoving her harder against the wall, her back scraping the stone, but she couldn’t even feel the pain. Only him.

Only Jeon.

“Look at me,” he growled, yanking her face up with a grip on her jaw. “Fucking look at me while I remind you who owns this body.

Her wide eyes met his glassy, desperate, barely coherent. But he saw everything in them.

The fear. The trust. The surrender.

She was completely gone. And that drove him mad. His lips crashed into hers not gentle, not tender. Just brutal, teeth and tongue devouring her mouth as he fucked her harder , deeper.

She gasped but her body responded, her nails digging into his shoulders, her thighs squeezing around him in helpless agreement.

She didn’t need words. He knew. He felt it.

Her body clamped down around him.

“Fuck,” Jeon groaned, head dropping to her shoulder. He slammed in one final time raw and deep.

He stayed like that for a moment. Still inside her. Still holding her against the wall like a shield.

Then he pulled back carefully watching her eyes dazed, lips parted, hair wild against the wall behind her.

He kissed her. Once. Just her cheek. Then he lifted her up again cradling her after all that brutality and carried her to the bed.

He dressed her in one of his shirts and carried her back upstairs. Back to their bedroom.

Glass shards had been cleared. Fresh sheets replaced. Guards outside.

Safe.

He pushed the door open with his shoulder and stepped inside, laying her down on the bed slowly, reverently. Then he climbed in behind her. One arm wrapped around her waist one hand tangled in hers.

She laid her head on his shoulder, her eyes fluttering closed.

Her hands didn’t cling. They simply rested.

As if her soul finally knew it didn’t have to run.

[End🤍]

[ Hi guys! It’s been a while I know. I’ve been incredibly busy these past few months, life is hectic. ]

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my seven 😭

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golden ☀️

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the wannabe-photographer chronicles (masterlist)

You’re so tired of Kim Taehyung’s hipster, wannabe-photographer ass. You’re so tired of Kim Taehyung’s stupid smile and stupid jokes and stupid way of getting under your skin and sticking in your brain.

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Rating: Explicit

Genre/Trope: Frenemies to lovers, smut, fluff if you squint

Word Count: 18,802

A/N: Repost dedicated to @taehyungcentral & @norushtolive

Soundtrack: Camera - DJ Drama, 1st FKI, Post Malone, Lil Uzi Vert, Mac Miller

1 - wanna fuck on camera

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2 - wanna make a movie

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3 - wanna watch a sex tape

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4 - wanna stream a porno

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jungkook took the perilla leaves case really seriously lmaooo 

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