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archnemesis — KTH

Summary:Y/N and Taehyung, academic rivals, are always battling for the top spot, but their tension runs deeper than the competition; One late night at the library, Y/N’s struggle with french became her perfect excuse for Taehyung to ‘teach’ her in a way that blurs the line between rivalry and desire.

Pairing: Academic rival Y/N x Academic rival Taehyung

Genre: Smut

Warnings: unprotected sex, dirty talk, finger fucking, tit slapping, spanking, hair pulling, sex in the library, no specified use of contraceptives, rough sex, cumming inside, SOOOO much tension, they’re obviously in love but are in denial. [dont even try unprotected sex unless you wanna be a mama!], etc etc etc.

Word count: 4.5k+ words of pure smut

Writer: riri 🎻

Writer’s note: ITS FINALLY HERE! since y’all wanted a taehyung fic for sooo long i took my time and completed this for you all! initially i wanted to post a gamer taehyung fic, but then again, i thought this library-kinda-academic-rival aesthetic SCREAMEDDD taehyung! i am sorry for keeping you all wait but i am soo busy with college and stuff, and the tests never seem to end. just to keep you all prepared in exams, i’ll be busy for some time. i’ll keep working on my fics though. lots of love to my readers.🤎

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It was always the same—always French.

No matter how effortlessly you grasped Chemistry, Biology, or even Physics, French remained your Achilles' heel, the very subject that kept you from excelling at the top. No matter how hard you tried, the words refused to make sense, slipping through your fingers like sand.

And so, here you were again, for the third consecutive night, hunched over a desk in the dimly lit library. Sleep-deprived and utterly defeated, you stared blankly at the textbook in front of you.

The language felt like a constant thorn in your side, its complexity mocking you at every turn. Frustration simmered in your chest, a mix of anger at the subject and at yourself for not being able to just…get it.

With a heavy sigh, you turned another page, the sharp sound cutting through the quiet stillness of the library. Every word seemed to blur together, each one more indecipherable than the last, and your patience finally snapped.

"Stupid, stupid, stupid!" you muttered, slamming the book shut with more force than intended.

The hopelessness welled up in your throat as you pushed the textbook away, its presence suddenly unbearable.

"I’ll never understand this stupid French," you whispered bitterly, your voice breaking the silence of the empty room.

You were re-reading the same passage for what felt like the hundredth time when a soft noise at the door broke your concentration. Your head snapped toward the entrance, irritation flickering to life. Who would dare disturb you at this hour?

"Of all the times," you muttered under your breath, your annoyance bubbling over. "It had to be now..."

And then you saw him.

Taehyung.

That. Damn. Jerk.

Since your first day in college, you’d held the top spot on the leaderboard—always clawing your way to number one. And always competing with him. Kim Taehyung, your eternal academic rival and the only person who could consistently make your blood boil. His arrogance was infuriating, his talent unfair.

Of course, it had to be him.

Taehyung sauntered into the library like he owned the place, his confidence bordering on cockiness. You didn’t need him to say anything to know exactly why he was here. The look on his face told you all you needed to know: he’d come to poke fun at you, to see you squirm.

And if that weren’t bad enough, there was the history between you two. You hated to admit it, even to yourself, but there’d been... moments.

One night, in a haze of stress and frustration, you’d hooked up with him. To blow off steam, you’d rationalized. To help me study better. The truth, though? It had been impulsive, messy, and far more satisfying than you cared to acknowledge.

Not that it meant anything—at least, not to you. You weren’t the type to fall for a guy like Taehyung. Handsome, brilliant, and maddeningly smug, he was the perfect storm of traits that made your life harder. But that didn’t stop your mind from wandering, now and then, to that night.

He was a golden boy, undeniably. Top marks in every subject, even in French—the bane of your existence. And it wasn’t just his academics that shone. Taehyung was handsome, ridiculously so, with sharp features and a charisma that made people flock to him.

But beneath that alluring exterior was a man who would kick you when you were already down. You’d stumbled in French, and he knew it. He wasn’t here to help. No, he’d come to revel in your misery, and you could practically feel the mockery simmering in his smirk before he even spoke.

"You're a perfectionist in everything, aren't you? Except for French, of course." Taehyung sneered, his voice dripping with mockery as he walked closer, towering over you.

You rolled your eyes, the irritation bubbling just beneath the surface. "What do you want, Taehyung? Just piss off. I’m serious."

Your tone only seemed to amuse him further, a low chuckle escaping his lips.

That was it. His smug grin, the arrogance in his voice—it all made your frustration boil over.

"If only you studied harder, you wouldn’t be stuck here right now. But I guess," he paused, letting the jab sink in, "some people just don’t have the natural talent for perfection like others."

"Do you really need to rub it in my face? Of course, I know I’m not perfect in French!" you snapped, glaring at him. "And can you, like, mind your own business? You’re the last person I want to deal with right now."

For a moment, Taehyung didn’t reply. His gaze flickered over you, slow and deliberate, as if he were sizing you up. His smirk returned, sharper than before, and he walked over to your table. Without asking, he shoved the books in front of you aside and perched himself in their place, leaning closer to you.

“How can I mind my own business," he began, his voice lower, smoother, "when you’re sitting here in that little skirt, looking like... that?"

Your breath caught as his words sank in. His eyes trailed down briefly before meeting yours again, their intensity making your heart race. The skirt wasn’t much shorter than usual, but his pointed observation made it feel that way.

"You did this on purpose, didn’t you?" he teased, his smirk widening. "Maybe you just wanted my attention. Maybe you wanted me to notice how good you look tonight."

You stiffened, your cheeks burning at his insinuation. "I—what the hell? No, I didn’t!" you sputtered, your voice catching on your throat.

Taehyung leaned in even closer, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face with infuriating gentleness. "Hmm?" His gaze locked onto yours, making it impossible to look away. "Tell me, Y/N. How am I supposed to mind my own business when someone as beautiful as you is sitting here, all alone, wearing that?"

You swallowed hard, the nervous lump in your throat betraying you. For a split second, your mind faltered, and you caught yourself thinking Holy shit, is Taehyung actually attractive? The thought hit you like a truck, and you immediately shoved it aside.

Clearing your throat, you forced yourself to glare at him. "Don’t flatter yourself, Taehyung. Not everything I do revolves around you," you bit out, trying to sound firm despite the way your heart was racing.

“Oh but it does baby. You're basically begging for my attention, looking like a pretty little slut in your cute little tennis skirt.”

"Wha— How dare you call me that?!”

"Call you what?”

"You know what!”

"A slut? Aren't you one though, pretty Y/N?" A sly grin appeared on his lips, making you hot. You were too flustered to speak anyway, damn that handsome face and that hot body. His hand cupped your cheeks, his hot breath touching your neck as he leaned closer when your words interrupted him.

"Don't call me that!"

Taehyung’s lips curled into a smirk, his expression a mix of amusement and mischief.

"The last time I checked, you liked it when I called you that." His voice dripped with teasing confidence, watching the way your flustered reaction betrayed you.

“What were you thinking, coming to the library at this hour?” he asked, leaning casually against the desk, his sharp gaze fixed on you.

“I wanted to study,” you replied curtly.

"In that damn skirt...?" His eyes roamed over you, deliberate and slow, sending heat rising to your cheeks. "You know I’m here every Friday night. Is this your plan to distract me? Use those curves to make me forget about my own studies so you can secretly prep for the French test? Because, baby, if that’s what you were aiming for, it’s working already.”

“Don’t be ridiculous," you scoffed, rolling your eyes. "Just because you’re better at French doesn’t mean I have to ‘distract’ you to get ahead."

“Sure,” he drawled, leaning in closer, his smirk never wavering. "Maybe you just wanted my help. You know, to blow off some steam... like before.”

Your breath hitched at the subtle reference, memories of that night flashing in your mind, unbidden. You fought to keep your expression steady as his voice dropped lower.

"Don’t flatter yourself, Taehyung," you snapped, desperate to shift the focus. "You and I both know my French is hopeless."

“Let me help you then,” he murmured, his tone suddenly softer, almost intimate. His hand brushed your thigh, sending a shiver through you as he leaned in closer. His gaze locked onto yours, daring yet searching, his face so close you could feel the warmth of his breath.

Your heart pounded in your chest as he brought a hand to your cheek, his fingers brushing against your skin with infuriating gentleness. His eyes flickered to your lips, then back to your eyes, his intent clear but his actions restrained.

“Can I...?” he whispered, his voice rough with anticipation, his expression both eager and patient. He was waiting—for your word, for a sign, for you.

You hesitated, your gaze dropping to his lips. The heat in his eyes was impossible to ignore, and against your better judgment, you gave the smallest nod.

The moment your approval was given, he closed the distance between you, his lips capturing yours with a hunger that left you breathless. The kiss was firm, almost demanding, but it was the way his hands cupped your face, grounding you in the moment, that sent your mind spinning.

The kiss deepened almost instantly, his lips moving against yours with an intensity that left you breathless.

His hands cradled your face, his thumbs brushing your cheeks with a gentleness that contrasted the hunger in his kiss. Your hands hovered in the air for a moment, unsure of where to land, before you gave in, gripping the front of his shirt and pulling him closer.

Taehyung groaned softly against your lips, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. He took that as permission to push further, tilting his head to deepen the kiss. His lips were warm, firm, and insistent, coaxing a response from you that you couldn't hold back any longer.

He pulled away just enough to murmur, "You taste so damn sweet, Y/N..." His forehead rested against yours for a beat, his breathing ragged. "Such a shame you're a no-go at french. It's almost funny how pathetic you are."

Before you could respond-or even think of something coherent-he leaned back in, his lips capturing yours again, slower this time but no less intense. His hand slid from your face to your waist, his fingers pressing firmly against your side as he tugged you closer.

The chair you were sitting on creaked softly as you shifted, your body betraying you by moving toward him. His hand found the bare skin of your thigh, his touch searing against you as his fingers skimmed upward, just beneath the hem of your skirt.

You gasped softly into his mouth, and he broke the kiss again, his lips hovering just above yours. "Is this okay?" he asked, his voice low and husky, his dark eyes searching yours for any hesitation.

Your heart hammered in your chest as you looked into his gaze, so uncharacteristically sincere yet undeniably hungry. You nodded again, the tension between you pulling a tightened string about to snap.

“I knew it anyway. You're a pute affamée de bite…” Taehyung bit his lips, his fingers feverishly travelling to your inner thighs,, leaving a trail of heat in its wake.

“….a what?” You'd asked, trying to stay calm as he brushed his fingers against your panty-clad folds.

You almost moaned loudly when he put pressure against your needy clit, his lips curling into a smirk as he saw you throwing your head back in the chair.

“Oh, I almost forgot you suck at french. C'mon, repeat after me, Y/N. pute-affamée de-bite.” Taehyung said, hid fingers still working on your nub, the pressure not changing.

“P-Pute affamée d-de bite ahh-.”

“Good going, baby.” Taehyung smirked, lifting you up from the chair and seating you on the table, spreading your legs wider so that he could see your panties clearly now. His mouth instantly waters at the lewd sight.

“Si chaud…” Taehyung hummed in satisfaction, his fingers hooking in the waistband of your panties, when he leaned down to whisper in your ear.

“Lift your hips, putain.”

You lifted your hips without being told twice, his fingers lightly brushing against your hips as he peeled off the cloth gently from your body, revealing your dripping cunt to the hungry man.

“You know what a putain means, my Y/N?”

Taehyung asked, bringing his finger to your mouth, silently signalling you to suck, which you did, obediently, nodding a ‘no’.

Taehyung hummed, feeling the warmth and wetness of your tongue in his fingers, massaging it. He pulled out the warm lubricated fingers out of your mouth. You let out a shriek as he shoved his long fingers inside you without warning, fucking your wet pussy in a ruthless pace. Your body started to shiver because of the vibrating sensation and the satisfaction his fingers were providing you.

“It means a slut.” He said, moving his fingers vigorously inside you, curling their ends.

“Oh fuck!” You let out a muffled moan, as you gripped his shoulder with one hand, and balanced yourself on the top of the table from the other.

“A whore. A putain. Aren't you one, for me, Y/N?” Taehyung asked, watching your lewd face, with drool covering your chin, fucking your cunt as fast as ever. You nodded in response, only to earn a merciless pinch in your clit by him, causing you to whimper.

“Answer me!” Taehyung growled, fastening his pace, while his other hand came up to lift your top and your bra roughly, revealing your perky tits to his eyes.

“Y-your slut!” You managed to blurt out, your mind going crazy from the relentless finger fucking by your arch nemesis, only to get disturbed when you feel a harsh slap on your right breast.

“I thought we were studying French, am I wrong, Y/N? Hmm?”

“P-putain!” You moaned, gripping his shoulders tightly when you felt a momentary emptiness which was soon replaced by Taehyung's wet, hot tongue against your center.

You moan at the sudden feeling, your back arching as Taehyung repeats the action, the tip of his soft muscle lapping at your leaking folds until he stops at your clit, circling it with an increasing pressure that has you whining at the sensation.

“Repeat after me, whore.” Taehyung growled, spitting into your wet fold while his tongue teased your sensitive button.

“Je suis ta chienne. C'mon baby, repeat after me.”

"Argh fuck Taehyung! J-je suis ta chienne." you moan out, hands curling into fists as you try to keep your legs as open as possible.

"Mhhhmm, good girl. You look like a mess, Y/N. You're so pathetic that you need my help to cope up with French while I am eating your cunt out till you cum in my tongue.”

You are a mess. Your lips parted, hips squirming, back arched, getting eaten out by your rival. This sure was pathetic for you. But that arrogant jerk knew your body so well that you couldn't help but give in.

"Arrghh f-fuckk," you stammer, relishing in the feeling of his lips brushing your swollen bud, and his nose bumping into your needy bundle of nerves. "Fucking, shit! Let me cum already, asshole!”

He parts your legs wider, allowing him to sink deeper; his nails dig into the flesh of your thighs which has you moaning, whimpering as he makes out with your cunt. You feel your walls clenching around nothing inside, your high nearing, and as your legs start to quiver, your moans becoming chipped and louder, he suddenly removes himself completely, earning a whine from you.

“Did you seriously just call me an asshole, when I am helping you with French, you little bitch?” Taehyung smirked, wiping his damp mouth with the back of his palm. You knew he was intentionally riling you up.

“Fine, I am sorry, okay? Now come on. You've ruined it for me.”

“No, I don't think so, Y/N. Since I am an asshole, I think you can help yourself with that smartass brain of yours.” He stated, a smirk never leaving his lips, as you desperately cross your legs, begging for attention.

“Come on taehyung, please. I won't do it again okay? Just let me cu-”

Before you could complete your sentence, Taehyung plunged his fingers into your cunt making you scream out.

“Oh my ahhh oh fuck!” you blabbed some incoherent words to him. He was satisfied to see you so dumb and senseless, a contrast to your usual demeanor just because of him.

“So fucking dumb. I bet the smartass act you keep up in the class is all a lie. You wanna cum?” Taehyung asked, his fingers working on your wet cunt rapidly, and you nodded your head but screamed when he spanked your ass from the side, leaving a red mark.

“Words, you dumb whore. I see you don't understand when I tell you something once. I wonder if you are even as smart.”

“Yes, taehyung, i wanna cum in you fucking fingers, please!” you cried, your tears falling down from your eyes, chasing your intense pleasure.

Taehyung groaned, feeling your velvety walls throbbing and clenching around his fingers. “Cum, then. Fucking cum on my fingers like a slut you are.”

Your eyes rolled back into your skull and moaned out his name loudly as your climax hit you harder and squirted violently. Taehyung removed his fingers but rubbed and spanked your pussy hastily as your squirt splashed around on his shirt and pant clothed cock “Give me more,” he grunted as he plunged his fingers back into your cunt and fingered you hard. You weakly squirted some more before you felt overstimulated and whined.

“Good girl..” Taehyung hummed in satisfaction, as he pulled out his wet fingers from your freshly finger fucked cunt and licked them clean.

Taehyung's hands reached out to unbuckle his pants, and you could clearly see the outline of his swollen manhood under his boxers. His cock twitched and begged to be released from the tight fabric. He made a quick move in discarding his boxers and freed his cock as it smacked against your pussy.

“Gonna fuck you against the bookshelf and you'll study as i fuck some facts into you, fucking bitch.”

Taehyung growled and lifted you up easily with his strong arms, as if you weighed nothing and bent you over a secluded bookshelf in the corner. Not that anyone was around, but the place was intimate. with only tall shelves surrounding you, with the smell of old books.

You let out a choked yelp when you felt a hard smack on your asscheek.

“Pick your book and start reading.”

Taehyung orders, as he pumped his large length, you nodded, but didn't oblige as you were too busy staring at its swollen, throbbing red cock head that you missed so much.

You only got back to your senses as you felt a harsh stinging slap in your other asscheek by Taehyung, as he pulled your hair.

“Didn't I tell you to pick up a book and start studying, hmm?” Taehyung hummed, his grip on your hair tightening.

“O-oui,” you whined, clearly eager for his fat dick to satisfy your dripping cunt.

You quickly reached out and pulled out a random textbook near your reach from the bookshelf, and opened it. Dang. It wasn't French. But you started reading it, as long as you're getting a cock.

“Bad girl, reading a random book just so you can get my dick up in your slippery cunt.”

He chuckled darkly as his hand slid his cock on your slit, making it slicker with your cum. “I will fuck,” he aligned his cock with your hole, “this,” he pushed his angry head in, “fucking,” your eyes rolled as his cock practically ripped your insides, “pussy,” he shoved it to the hilt.

His breath came out in pants as he buried himself inside you.

“More,” you gasped. “Fuck me like I’m your slut!”

He pulled your hair harshly, his other hand coming up to grip your throat as he whispered in the shell of your ear.

“What's slut in French, baby?”

“Putain!” you answered immediately, making Taehyung smirked as his cock twitched in your cunt.

“Good job baby, you're learning.”

He slowly pulled out a few inches and shoved his cock back, making you moan. His veiny cock rubbed your walls perfectly and the curve of his cock made his hot head caress your G-spot.

Slowly he picked up his pace and fucked you hard, his hips slapping against your ass, His right hand went between your body and rubbed your clit. “Oh my God!” you moaned.

He looked between your bodies where you were sucking him in. His cock twitched seeing how your pussy was all spread open around his cock. The velvety warm walls of your cunt made it harder for him to stay sane.

“Youre such a dirty cumwhore, aren't you?” His thrusts were fast and hard. Your tits jiggled with each stroke. “So fucking pretentious. You think you're better than me, don't you? look at you now, your cunt is practically suffocating my throbbing meat, bitch.”

“mmmmhhhh” You mumbled incoherently, too lost in the feeling of his cock in you.

“Open your mouth,” he ordered.

Like an obedient little slut, you opened your mouth and slipped your tongue out. He collected the spit in his mouth and spat on your tongue.

“Swallow,” he moaned as you clenched so clenched around his shaft. You swallowed his spit and showed him your mouth.

Taehyung could feel you throb around his cock, telling him that you were close. “So close,” you whimpered, holding the shelf tightly, that book now long forgotten.

“Cum, Princess.” He slapped your clit,

“Cum for Daddy,” your legs trembled and your back arched as you cum all over his cock and helped your ride through it. you were a moaning mess.

Taehyung held your legs and fucked you ruthlessly as he chased his own high.

“I swear to god Y/N,” He breathed heavily as he neared his orgasm. “If you don't fucking score good in the French test after taking my cock, I'll fucking come to your dorm and fuck your tight cunt at night, you slut!”

Taehyung slapped your ass one last time as his cock burst open, nutting his thick white sticky fluid inside you, filling you to the brim.

“Shit…” He muttered as he breathed heavily, looking at your sweaty back. Your ass specifically. So red from all this spanking.

After a moment, Taehyung pulled out slowly from your pussy, a gush of white liquid flowing out of it and running down your thighs. He slowly helped you stand and turned you around to face him.

He saw your for face first time after fucking you today.

And you looked beautiful.

An unfamiliar feeling creeped up in Taehyung’s chest, looking at you, so beautiful and disheveled, all because of him, so different from your usual demeanour. But he quickly shaked those feelings away.

He buckled his pants back up and adjusted his clothing, and then reached out to pull out a hanky from his pocket and bent down and started wiping your thighs.

“We need to clean this mess before going back to the dorm..”

You watched Taehyung wipe his cum and your juices of your thighs with his hanky and then he adjusted your clothing and stood up.

“...all done..” He said.

“....yea..”

“Let's keep everything back in its place and clean this, then you can come to my dorm. I can help you study. For real this time.” Taehyung said

Your eyes widened when you heard him say that, but then you raised your eyebrow and questioned him.

“And why exactly would you help me, Jerk?”

Taehyung rolled his eyes, a hint of smile on his face as he picked up the book you were reading earlier and put it back in its place.

“Don't flatter yourself, stupid. I am only doing it for an interesting competition between us. Besides you know, if you score a bad grade this time in french, I'll be in your room at midnight.” He winked, his voice back to his cocky self.

You rolled your eyes at his comment, earning a chuckle from him.

“Seriously though. Let's get this over with. You can clean yourself in my room. Now come and help me.”

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ririkookiemonster · 3 months ago

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Happiest Birthday to my baby @hellokittykookies!!! stay blessed always GAHHHHHHHHH🥳🥳🥳🥳

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ririkookiemonster · 4 months ago

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Be with me- JJK

Summary: Breaking up with Jungkook was supposed to be your freedom from his obsession, but he’s never been one to let go easily. His presence lingers, stalking you even in places you thought were safe. When you finally agree to meet him after the break up, what should have been a simple talk turns into a moment where you 'keep your promise'.

Pairing: yandere ex bf jungkook x ex gf y/n

Genre: smut

Warnings: yandere tendencies, unprotected sex, jk is a freak, dirty talk, voyeurism, rough sex, manipulation, stalking, dub con, sex while being unconscious, recording while fucking, tit slapping, name calling, nipple sucking, groping, jerking off, cumming inside, fighting, jungkook is crazy about yn.

Word count: 8.4k+

Writer: riri🧞

Writer's note: ⚠️this fic contains sensitive contents, which may be triggering to some readers, including adults. please refrain from reading if any of the warnings trigger you. if you still proceed to read my fic, you're on your own. i will not be responsible for your ass, respectfully.⚠️

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You knew you were royally fucked when you laid in your ex’s arms that night, him stroking your hair softly as he drew invisible circles on the small of your back. This was it again. He was back in your life. You let him. You didn’t had a choice.

Thats when you realized

The only way to get rid of Jungkook,

Was to be with Jungkook...

You were a beautiful woman, with big eyes, a perfect body, pearly white teeth, and certainly popular among men. Jungkook absolutely hated how other men ogled you. You were his woman, not theirs. He couldn’t stand how you laughed with your male friends, or how your girlfriends giggled whenever a man eyed you from head to toe. He despised it. And you hated how overprotective he was.

His intense jealousy often ruined social events, and slowly, you began to isolate yourself from friends. You feared his angry outbursts more than you enjoyed your social life.

“Why were you talking to him for so long? Don’t you know how much it hurts me to see you with someone else? You belong with me, only me.”

He insisted on knowing your whereabouts, your schedules, and even installed a tracking app on your phone, claiming it was for your own safety. Jungkook loved you so much that he couldn’t bear the thought of you getting into any ‘trouble’. The world was too dangerous.

“I just worry about you so much. This way, I can always make sure you’re safe. You don’t mind, do you? It’s because I love you.”

His constant checking on you started to feel more like surveillance than care. You hated it, but you loved him.

At first, you found his constant attention flattering, but his possessive grip on your hand felt tighter with each passing day, as if he feared you might slip away if he let go.

“I can’t stand being away from you for even a moment. The thought of anyone else seeing you, talking to you… it drives me crazy. You’re mine, and I need you to know that.”

Jungkook wasn’t always like this, you swore to your friends. You knew he was a great boyfriend. They just didn’t know him the way you did. He took care of you, wanted to protect you from everything in this world. You were his heart. He often bought you gifts to show his love for you. You loved when he gave you a beautiful necklace, a token of his love for you that you were supposed to wear all the time.

“This necklace is a piece of my heart, Y/N. I want you to wear it always, so everyone knows you’re taken. Promise me you won’t ever take it off.”

As time went by, what seemed like a romantic gesture became a chain, a constant reminder of his possessiveness and ownership over you. Jungkook would get so upset if you ever forgot to wear it. Why did you have to remove it in the first place? Didn’t you love him enough to keep his necklace close to your heart?

“He’s too controlling!” your friends said, but Jungkook wasn’t controlling. He just wanted you to himself. You’re his girlfriend, right?

Jungkook wasn’t possessive or controlling, but he didn’t like when you snapped at him for being too possessive and controlling. Mind you, he was just teaching the guy a lesson for asking to buy you a drink. He had to teach him a lesson. So what if he broke his nose? So what if he threw a few punches? Nobody flirts with HIS woman.

“he wasn’t flirting with me!”

“Oh, shut up, Y/N! He clearly wanted to get into your pants!” Jungkook snapped.

You scoffed at his remark. Was he serious? So what if the man was flirting? He didn’t know you were taken. And even if he did, he didn’t deserve to get beaten up so brutally that the bar had to kick you both out and ban your entry in the future.

“This happens every time, Y/N! Every. fucking. time!” Jungkook was fuming.

“I don’t like it when they see you like you’re a piece of meat. Can’t you see how beautiful you are, baby? A body so flawless, men can’t help but be drawn to you. You’re mine… and I don’t like to share what’s mine…”

Damn. There he was again, turning a heated argument into an emotional conversation in the blink of an eye. You hated how smooth he was, how he’d come closer and wrap his arms around you, whispering sweet apologies in your ear. You hated how you always gave in to his embrace. It was like this every time. Your friends wanted you to break up with him, but he always had you like this. In his arms, where he glided his hand down to cup your ass firmly, giving it a possessive squeeze.

You hated how hot he was… so uncontrollably hot. And you hated how this night was going to end… yet again.

“F-fuck!” you whimpered at the animalistic pace Jungkook was pounding into you. Jungkook groans as your cunt wraps around him so wet and perfectly, grinding on him back and forth.

“You love it slut? Looking like a cock hungry slut for my dick. Gonna bust my nut right fucking now because of how wet you are.” Jungkook groaned, maintaining his pace, pounding hard and fast into to.

“O-only for y-your dick daddy! so big and hard” you mewled, a tiny droplet of tear falling out of your eye at the pleasure.

Jungkook was fucking good at fucking good.

“Yeah? gonna make make you cum so hard whore, you’ll forget your own name.” He moaned out, not slowing down his face. He loved the dirty talk during sex. and so did you. it was fucking hot.

Jungkook knew you were close when he felt you tightening around him. He took his camera, like he always did, and turned it on to record your precious expressions of the pleasure that he gave you.

He loved recording you.

And you loved to get recorded.

Jungkook thought you were the most beautiful woman in the world. Looked so fucking beautiful riding cock out your climax as your face contorted, letting out a thread of profanities from your mouth. He loved to keep a record of your beautiful tapes. Only for him; Only for his eyes to see.

He kissed your temple lightly, cradling you in his arms after doing the deed. You looked so angelic after the afterglow.

“You did so amazing baby… so pretty moaning my name like that. i could listen to you for years.” Jungkook said, playing her tape, replaying her sweet moans again and again. Fuck, he means when he says that.

“Tell me Y/N, would you let me record you sleeping, baby…?”

You hummed lightly, lying boneless in his arms humming at whatever stupid request he was making. You were used to him rambling, you had jeon wrapped around your fingers.

“Really babe? you'd let me fucking record you while i use your body while you're asleep?”

Jungkook asked, excitement evident in his voice. Just the thought of recording your tape while youre sleeping… it turned him on so much.

“Promise me Y/N. You wont back off, right?”

“Alright, baby…” you murmured softly, your voice laced with exhaustion.

“You can’t back off now,” he whispered, his breath warm against your ear, eliciting another sleepy hum from you. He pressed a tender kiss to your temple, his fingers gently combing through your soft locks until you slipped into a much-needed, peaceful slumber. After what felt like an eternity, he carefully disentangled himself from your embrace and sat up, his back resting against the headboard of your bed.

Jungkook reached over to the nightstand, picking up his camera with a reverent touch. He lowered the volume to ensure your sleep remained undisturbed. His eyes gleamed with possessive pride as he played the video he had recorded just moments ago. Your face, captured in the throes of pleasure he had bestowed upon you, was a sight that fueled his obsession. He couldn’t resist the allure of watching his recordings of you over and over. To him, you looked utterly captivating, a vision of raw sensuality.

He was consumed by an all-encompassing obsession. He’d rewind the tapes countless times just to hear his name fall from your lips again. Each repetition sent shivers of satisfaction down his spine. He could lose himself in those recordings for days, weeks, even months, relishing in the intimacy they captured.

Only he deserved to see you like this. Only he had the right to make you scream in ecstasy. Only he was entitled to touch you in such intimate ways. He wanted to be the sole possessor of your every touch, every glance, every breath. The thought of anyone else witnessing your beauty, your vulnerability, was unbearable. You were his. His woman. He was your lover, your protector, your everything. Only he deserved to see your pictures and videos.

Hell, only he deserved to see you at all...

7:47 PM

You turned your phone screen off after checking the time, stretching your back as you rubbed your sore eyes. You got up from your chair, feeling your spine crackle and pop with relief. After all, you had been hunched over your laptop for the past two hours, grinding away at your English assignment. Even though they were enjoyable in their own way, but they could be a real headache, especially when it came to meeting Professor Smith's sky-high standards. She was a tough cookie, but thats what made her challenging assignments even more interesting. You wandered over to the window, taking a moment to breathe in the fresh air and clear your head now that you were free for the rest of the weekend.

You were hungry. After working your ass off on that assignment, you were finally free for the rest of the weekend. There was nothing better than cooking up something for yourself and sinking down on your bed to watch Bridgerton. The night was still young. You could hear the faint sounds of crickets coming from your bedroom windows, even though they were locked. you slowly opened the windows and felt the cool air caressing your face in the moonlight. You loved summer nights. You loved how lively they were and how the cool breeze flowed through the balcony of your apartment building, even though it was a hot season.

You slipped on your slippers, intent on cooking something quick for the night, when the faint glow of your phone screen caught your eye, indicating a notification received on silent mode. Curiosity piqued, you picked it up and saw a new message from an unknown number. The message was short, just a few cryptic words that sent a shiver down your spine. You couldn’t shake the strange feeling that crept up in your chest as you read it, like someone unseen was watching, waiting for your response.

[Unknown]: “All done with work, baby?”

You didn’t know who this person was or how they knew you were free now. A strange unease settled over you, but you couldn’t quite pinpoint why. Maybe it was curiosity, or perhaps a nagging sense of denial that urged you to dismiss "it". Taking a slow, deep breath, you hesitated before finally deciding to text the person back.

[You]: “Who is this?”

You hit the send button after which you got a reply almost immediately.

[Unknown]: “It’s me, babe. JK.”

So it was him again. “What did he want now?" You muttered to yourself, a mix of frustration and anxiety rising within. It had been three months since you finally ended things with him, discovering the invasive cameras he had installed in your home to monitor your every move. He didn't stop there; he even sabotaged your social media, deleting precious memories and controlling what you could share, claiming you were only meant for "his eyes" to see. You couldn't tolerate his manipulative and possessive behavior any longer, and that was when you finally decided to cut ties for good.

You still remembered how he acted up on the day you decided to end things with him...

“You cant do this to me! I love you!”

“I don’t care Jungkook! What you did was unforgivable. We’re done.”

Your words broke Jungkook. His hands were shaking, eyes filled with tears. He gave you your everything and you were breaking up with him, like nothing mattered to you. All he wanted was to protect you from everyone. You were his.

“No, we’re not done, Y/N. We are not done.”

He sees you stand near the window, looking out at the city lights, your arms crossed defensively. He’s sitting on the couch, his eyes fixed on you, a mix of desperation and anger in his gaze.

"I can't do this anymore. This-whatever this is-it's not love. It's suffocating.” You declared, your voice firm.

"I did all of that because I love you, dammit! I can't stand the thought of anyone else seeing you, touching you, being near you. You're mine, and I need to protect yo—“

”Protect me!? Really, Jungkook?” You scoff, turning to look at him, all desperate. You knew he was shaking, but didn’t know why. It could be sadness, anger or desperation. But you refused to gave in. “Protect me by Sabotaging my social media? Protect me by tracking my phone? By deleting my online presence? You deleted my emails, Jungkook!”

“This isn’t true, baby. I just want the best for you, pleas—”

“Get out of my house, Jungkook.” You cut Jungkook off. You knew you had pissed him off, but this needed to be done.

Jungkook didn’t like how straight off asked him to leave your apartment. You never told him what to do. so why now? he didn’t like it one bit. He stood up abruptly, knocking over the coffee table in his anger. His face contorted with rage and desperation.

"You can't leave me! I won't let you. You need me. No one else will love you like I do. You know that." Jungkook spat. “If you loved me, You’d have known i was doing this for us, Y/N! Goddamit!”

You flinched at his words, but your relsove did not harden.

“Get out before i report you for stalking and spying”

Jungkook’s face hardened.

“so you’ll report my love now, huh?" He narrowed his eyes, taking some calculative steps towards you.

“You’ll get no one, Y/N mark my words. No one who’ll love you like me. I have always loved you. I have always cared you for you. I have always wanted to protect you. cant you see that baby? i have always loved you, my angel. I can change, just give me a chance…” He spoke, his fingers gently brushing against your cheek.

You flinched at his touch, your resolve hardening. You did feel a little sad about the situation, but you knew you had to do it. You had to distance yourself from him. Whatever this was, it wasn’t healthy.

"It's too late for that. You need help, and I can't give it to you. Leave.”

“You think you’ll ever find someone like me, little brat? No one will want you! Because they dont love you the way i do! so stop being a bitch.”

“Jungkook. leave.”

He stared at her for a long moment, his eyes filled with a mix of hurt and fury.

“This isn’t over, Y/N.” Jungkook spoke as hep turned and walked out the door, slamming it behind him.

Jungkook didn’t take the breakup well. He was absolutely shattered when you ended things with him. He never expected it from you, and the shock was too much for him to handle. In the days following the breakup, his messages became relentless. He would text you at all hours, begging you to take him back, saying he couldn’t imagine life without you. At first, you tried to respond politely, but his persistence became overwhelming. It felt like every time you looked at your phone, there was another message from him, each one more desperate than the last. Eventually, you couldn’t take it anymore. His constant pleas were starting to get under your skin, and you needed space to move on. So, you blocked his number, hoping that would be the end of it. Since then, the silence had been a relief. But a small part of you couldn’t help but wonder if he had really given up, or if he was just biding his time.

Till today.

He was texting you with a new number…

[You]: What do you want, Jungkook?

[Unknown]: i just want to talk, Y/N.

[Unknown]: please...

[You]: No

[Unknown]: i want to make it right baby… i am not asking you to take me back. just please see me this once.

[Unknown]: just want a closure

[Unknown]: if you ever loved me you’d do this

[Unknown]: lets talk for the last time baby

[Unknown]: like adults

You sighed reading his messages. You knew he was watching you. there was no point in ignoring him. you just wanted to get this over with. You still loved jungkook but staying together with him was a BIG NO for you. You took a deep breath and typed out your next text.

[You]: Just talk right?

[Unknown]: yesss baby just wanna talk. don’t expect you to take me back

[Unknown]: miss your face

[Unknown]: let me see you for the last time :(

[Unknown]: i am outside your apartment building. know you are free right now.

[You]: Fine. But dont get your hopes up.

[Unknown]: i wont, i wont baby. be right there

You nervously started fidgeting around your room, playing with your fingers and pacing back and forth. It was sinking in just how dumb a decision you had made by inviting your ex over to talk. Not just any ex, but him. Jungkook. The thought of him coming over filled you with a mix of dread and curiosity. How did he even know you were free right now? You decided to push that unsettling question aside, focusing instead on the fact that Jungkook could arrive at any moment.

In a rush, you dashed to the bathroom to brush your tangled hair, hoping to look at least somewhat presentable, regardless of your relationship status. Anxiety spread through your body like wildfire as you heard the doorbell ring.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

Jungkook was here.

And YOU gave him the permission to do so.

But you wanted to get this over with. nothing else. theres no way you and jungkook would get back together, he knew that too. it was just a friendly talk and you both will part ways after that. Taking a deep breath, you slowly walked over to the door.

Heart pounding, you opened the door to find Jungkook standing there, a small smile playing on his lips. "Hey," he greeted softly, holding up a takeout bag. "I brought us some food.

Thought we could eat and talk things through."

Food. Were we going to have a long chat?

You forced a smile, stepping aside to let him in. "Hey, thanks. That's really thoughtful of you." As he walked past, you caught a whiff of his familiar cologne, stirring up a whirlwind of memories.

You both settled on the couch, the tension in the air thick enough to cut with a knife.

Jungkook unpacked the food, handing you a container. "I got your favorite teokbokki" he said, his voice gentle, almost apologetic. "I remember you always loved this place."

He remembers…

You took the container, your hands trembling slightly. "Thanks, Jungkook. I appreciate it." You hadn't eaten all day and your stomach growled in protest, but a part of you was reluctant to accept anything from him.

Jungkook noticed your hesitation and frowned slightly. "What's wrong? He questioned. “You don't trust me?"

Absolutely not.

"It's not that," you lied, forcing a laugh. "I'm just not that hungry."

His eyes darkened for a moment, but he quickly masked it with a reassuring smile. "Come on, just a few bites. I promise, it's safe. I wont kill you or something." He said nonchalantly, making you gasp. You didn’t trust this man one bit. But you needed to get things over with.

Reluctantly, you picked up a fork and poked at the food. Your stomach growled again, louder this time, and you gave in. "Fine, but just a little." The corners of Jungkook’s lips turned upward at your decision.As you took a bite, Jungkook watched you intently, a strange glint in his eyes. "See? Not so bad, right?" You nodded, chewing slowly. "Yeah, it's good."

He relaxed slightly,opening his own container and taking a bite. "I've missed you, you know," he admitted after a moment, his eyes meeting yours. "I know things ended badly between us, but l've been thinking about you a lot."

You swallowed hard, your mind racing. "I've missed you too, Jungkook. But a lot has happened. It's not that simple. Especially after what you did. it makes me want to rethink my choices that why even are you in my house in the first place."

"I know," he replied, his voice earnest. "But i love you, Y/N. i really do. I might a been a little controlling but i never thought anything bad about you. I just wanted to look out for you, baby.” Jungkook sighed, before continuing. “But I want to make it right. I want to fix things between us."

You continued to eat, each bite filling your empty stomach but doing little to ease your nerves. The food tasted a little strange, but you brushed it off, just like you brushed off his bullshit. You didn’t wanna have this ‘i DiD wHaT i DiD bEcAUsE i LoVe YoU’.

"So, what have you been up to?" you asked, trying to start a conversation.

"Just the usual," he said, shrugging. "Work, gym, thinking about you. You know, the usual."

You laughed lightly, though it felt forced. "Yeah, I know the feeling."

After a few minutes of normal conversation. You did ease yourself a little in his presence. He didn’t seem too persuasive. Maybe he really just wanted to have a conversation. Though, it was unlike Jungkook but he did seem less Jungkook-ish this evening. And it wasn’t normal.

a normal Jungkook, a normal conversation and this bad headache.

Nothing was normal.

You started to feel dizzy, your vision blurring. "Jungkook... I don't feel so good," you mumbled, dropping your fork. Jungkook's expression shifted, a frown forming on his lips, along with a crease forming between his eyebrows. He was worried.

But was he? A hint of something dark flashing in his eyes. But he didn’t wanted to show it to you. Yet.

"Maybe you should lie down," he suggested, his voice smooth. "I'll take care of you." He said, getting up to hold you by your shoulders lightly.You tried to stand, but your legs gave out, and Jungkook caught you, his grip firm.

“Shh… its okay… you’re gonna be alright. Just a little headache and dizziness for an hour or so. you wont get unconscious, don’t worry baby.” He cooed, slowly guiding you towards your bedroom

Panic started to rise as you started to breathe heavy, your body growing heavier. Though you were still conscious, you had almost no control over your body. “What did you do?" you whispered.

"Shh," he soothed, brushing a strand of hair from your face as he laid you on the bed. "It's just something to help you relax. We need to talk, really talk, without any distractions. Gotta talk about your fake promises that you made with me, pudding."

Your vision blurred, and you fought to stay in control. "Jungkook, please..."

Your vision swam as Jungkook's words echoed in your ears, his tone shifting from gentle persuasion to something more intense. "I did everything to love you. Protect you. even built a shrine for our love." he murmured, his grip tightening on your arm. "But you left me. You broke your promise."

Fear and confusion clouded your mind, but his proximity and the drug's effects left you unable to resist. "Jungkook…" you managed weakly, your voice barely audible. He leaned closer, his breath hot against your ear.

"I can't let you go, i wont let you go," he whispered, his fingers tracing along your jawline. "You made a huge mistake by breaking up with me, Y/N. And i’ll make you regret it today. You’re mine.”

You swallowed hard, the weight of his words pressing down on you. Despite the fear of his threat, a part of you recognized the desperation in his eyes, a twisted kind of love. obsession.

"Okay," you finally breathed out weakly, hoping to calm him down, to keep yourself safe. Maybe agreeing was the safest option for now, a way to gain his trust. Deep down, you knew this was far from over, you played along, hoping to keep yourself safe from his dangerously twisted self.

His expression softened slightly, a manic gleam in his eyes as he pulled you closer. "I knew you'd understand. Had no choice. Gotta love you some more. Need to keep our promises alive." he murmured, a dangerous edge to his voice. Though his embrace was not something you should enjoy at the moment, you felt a surge of relief mixed with dread.

Your mind raced as Jungkook's grip on you tightened, his words cutting through the haze of the drug. "You're mine, Y/N." he whispered, his voice a chilling blend of possessiveness and longing. "No one else can have you."

You forced yourself to stay calm, nodding weakly in agreement."I know, Jungkook, I belong to you.” You managed to say, your voice trembling.

He nodded, a dark satisfaction crossing his features. "That's right," he murmured, his hand trailing possessively down your arm. "We'll fix everything. Just you and me."

You flinched inwardly at the intensity of his gaze, his touch sending shivers down your spine. "I'm sorry for leaving, kookie. I couldn’t see how much you were looking out for me." you offered softly, desperate to placate him, to find a way out of this nightmare.

Kookie. He missed that. He smiled, a hint of warmth in his gaze, contradicting his devious smile.

"You'll make it up to me, I won't let you go again." He insisted, his voice firm.

As his words sank in, a sinking feeling settled in your stomach. You knew this wasn't right, that you shouldn't have to endure this kind of control. But for now, you had to play along You were drugged by this man. And he was crazy.

Jungkook leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your ear. "You're mine forever," he breathed, his grip on you unyielding. "And I'll do whatever it takes to keep you." Fear mingled with resignation as you nodded weakly, hoping beyond hope that this little act of yours would finally set you free in the future.

"You have to understand," Jungkook continued, his voice low and urgent. "I can't let anyone else have you. If you try to leave again, I'll... I'll do things you wouldn't like, and you know how persuasive i can be, baby…" His words sent a chill down your spine, the threat hanging heavy in the air.

"Kookie, I didn't mean to hurt you. I just needed some time."

His expression darkened, his grip on you tightening almost imperceptibly. "Time? You had all the time in the world with me," he growled softly.

"But you ignored everything i did for you, Chose to walk away. You made me promise things, and you broke them."

Tears welled up in your eyes as you struggled to find the right words, to calm him down without provoking him further, despite being hazed. "I'm sorry," you slurred, your voice breaking. "I never meant to hurt you, baby…"

He studied you for a moment, his gaze intense and searching.

"I know," he finally said, his tone softening slightly. "That's why l'm giving you another chance…”

You sighed in relief, only to gasp after.

“Remember babe? You promised to let me record you…sleeping”

“P-promised you…?

“Tell me Y/N, would you let me record you sleeping, baby…?”

You hummed lightly, lying boneless in his arms.

“Really babe? youd let me fucking record you while i use your body while you’re asleep?”

“Promise me Y/N. You wont back off, right?”

“Alright, baby…”

“You can’t back off now.”

“Y/N?” Jungkook shaked you lightly, dizziness evident in your eyes.

“Yeah..?”

“I wanna fuck you and record you while you’re asleep. You wanted to earn my forgiveness, right? We can start off by completing the promises you made.” Jungkook said, almost in a quiet tone, staring right into your eyes.

You gulped in nervousness over his words. You had no choice.

You wanted to save yourself from Jungkook

and that could be only done

by being Jungkook’s…

You nodded sofly, a hint of small smile playing on your lips, as you stared at his beautiful brown eyes.

Jungkook looks so sweet. Too sweet that you almost forgot who he really is.

“Of course kookie… I’d do anything to earn your forgiveness…”

Jungkook slowly slumps down your unconscious body on the bed. He felt a surge of excitement, as he was finally be able to do what he had been wanting to, from a long time, and youd finally be able to keep your promise.

Promises aren’t meant to be broken, you both know that. Jungkook loved how he still had you in his arms even after everything that happened. Thats the power of the shrine he made at his home of your knick knacks. He knew his love held an immense power as you, the love of his life had finally decided to open your eyes and see what Jungkook was doing for you.

He was your savior. Your lover. Your life.

If it hadn’t been him, you’d have been so lost. so hurt, so vulnerable, so messed up. Mind you, you could have even be murdered by someone.

Or by Jungkook, if you weren’t his.

But you had Jungkook

He was your life. He knows it.

He stared down at your soft body, lying unconscious on your pink sheets, that smells like vanilla. Jungkook knew you loved him and wanted to prove it when you agreed to take on the sleeping pill 10 minutes ago. You were his. His to use, his to love, his to fuck.

It didn’t take Jungkook long to strip your clothes away from your body, laying you in nothing but your light pink cotton lingerie in front of his gaze. Even though he had seen you without them countless times, (well in the past), it felt like he went through a jolt of electricity, sending shivers straight to his spine, a smirk to his lips.

Jungkook's smirk turns into a wicked grin as he looks down at your unconscious body, his fingers staring to trace over the smooth texture of your skin. His eyes glint with excitement and desire, once seeing your fluffy breasts, his cock standing in salute.

"Fuck, you have amazing tits, baby..."

Jungkook mumbles to himself, as he takes a second to admire them before pulling your bra down to free your tits. Wasting no time, He leaned down, taking the soft flesh in his mouth, his lips wrapped around your nipple, sucking softly, swallowing around it, tongue flicking it inside his mouth. They were for him to squeeze, kiss, lick and pinch, after all.

He couldn’t get enough of you, like ever. And so, for a brief moment, he pulled away, releasing your wet and tortured nub, as we walks to his drawers, taking out the same camera he used everytime you to did stuff together.

"This is going to be so fucking hot. I am going to make you mine again, baby. I missed you so much…"

Jungkook turned on the camera. The small red light near the lens indicated the video had started recording. Jungkook makes his way to the bed again, where you were lying there completely at his mercy. He slowly settles himself down beside you, moving the camera closer to your body, recording every inch of you as if he was doing it for the first time. It was Getting hot. You were hot. Jungkook gulped as he slowly removed his white tee, showing off his soft traces of abs and the tattooed arm. He added a few more to his sleeve tattoo collection when you two were not together. Jungkook turned on the air conditioner and sets the temperature on 24. Perfect.

He drifts his attention back to you, his hands move up to your already freed and sucked tits, touching and squeezing them, making sure to get a close-up. His mouth finds a way to your neck, taking in a whiff as he kissed it slowly, his lips wet against your neck. His fingers knead into the flesh of your tits, nipples hard in his palm as he relieves his stress.

He then moves his hand down to your panties, slowly pulling them off as he continues to film. He lets out a satisfied hum when he sees a patch of slick on your panties, not much, but enough to say that you were turned on. In this state. This was how Jungkook made you feel. You were utterly the doe eyed boy’s, in every possible state. This is what true love is. He slowly moved your thighs away, taking a close up of your pussy. Hell, it wasn’t freshly waxed. Jungkook knew you liked to keep it clean whenever you both would get intimate. His heart almost swell in pride as he got a proof that you weren’t fucking anyone all this time. (Not that he didn’t knew it already, he always kept tabs on you.) It still had a soft little patch of hair, but not enough of to make an obstacle to film those luscious lips and needly clit of yours.

Jungkook starts to touch your cunt, filming his finger’s movement. He starts to rub your clit, watching your reaction, not that he expected any. He starts to whisper filthy things while recording the sinful act.

“Look how wet she’s for me. She’s so fucking hot. Fuck,"

The sight of your now slick wet cunt, being teased by his slender fingers made him extremely tight in the pants. Fuck, it was hard to jerk off to the footages of you in your room, doing your thing when Jungkook used to find ways to get his Y/N back. He had missed you so much. God knows how many times he had came in front of monitor just by seeing you change into your pajamas every night. Or when you crossed your legs while watching TV in the couch, wearing his favorite pink tank top.

He lost a month’s worth cum when he saw you playing with yourself with the toy HE gifted you. That was the only toy you owned. Only that thing was allowed to enter you whenever Jungkook wasn’t around. You were using his toy. Why? You wanted him. You need him. You needed Jungkook, isnt that why you used His replacement to calm yourself down. Why didn’t you use your fingers? They weren’t long enough? wrong. they didn’t satisfy you? No. Jungkook knew why. You obviously missed him. You wanted him back.

Jungkook continues to touch and record himself pleasuring you, his own desire growing with each passing moment. He slowly starts to finger you, starting with one finger, soon followed by a second one, making sure to capture the slick movements, the camera moving a little due to the jerks produced by his other hand working on you. "This is so hot, she's practically begging for it,"

Jungkook continues to finger you and suck on your nipples while the camera captures everything. How wet your pussy was. The slick. The wet sounds. Jungkook’s grunts. Your soft breathing followed but a few straggled breaths. Everything . "Look at her, she loves it. Such a dirty slut. My pretty Y/N. She needs my cock inside her."

Jungkook pulls his fingers out of you, admiring the wetness and a sticky thread of your juices joined between his fingers before bringing them to his mouth and sucking on them, followed by a satisfied hum as if just tasted a forbidden fruit. Well, technically yes, the only difference is this fruit wasn’t forbidden. It was completely his.

Jungkook then moves the camera away from your pussy and focuses it on himself as he undoes his pants, the metal of his belt makes a soft click sound as he pulls down his Blue Calvin Klein Denim jeans, followed the the pair of his black Calvin Klein Boxers. His painfully hard cock was already standing parallel to the floor, the veins on it as swollen as the bulbous head, sparkling with a drop of precum. He slowly start to touch his thick length while recording himself.

“You want this… My filthy Y/N. You want my cock inside you.”

Jungkook starts to jerk off, his hand moving vigorously over his shafts, focusing the camera to your body time to time.

“She doesn't know it but she is a slut. My slut.”

“She was stupid to even think about leaving me.”

“She missed me so much. I am going to fuck her so hard to show how much she means to me.”

Jungkook knew he couldn’t take it anymore. You were in front of his eyes after a long time. he needed to be inside you, and fuck you like he means it. He focuses the camera on your body once again and spreads your legs wide open, positioning his hips against yours, his hard and heavy cock being brushed against your folds. Jungkook groaned as he pushed the tip in, head being thrown back as he basked in the feeling of your tight walls. It always felt like first time whenever he fucked you.

“Fuck! Shit! Y/N I missed this cunt.”

In one swift movement he enters you fully, burying himself to the hilt. He can barely contain himself, his fingers dig in your waist as he fucks his cock inside you, his mouth letting out a guttural moan, pulling his length back just to pound into you again. and again. and again. The sound of your thighs meeting fills the room, with soft grunts and mewls of pleasure escaping Jungkook’s mouth, his eyes solely focused on the sight of your round tits bouncing with every thrust. So pretty, so round, so soft, all his.

Jungkook lips turn into a twisted crescent at the sight. Unable to hold himself any longer, he starts to squeeze and slap your unconscious tits, causing them to become red, which only fuels his desire to slap and squeeze them more, just how you loved it.

“You’re my cunt, bitch. Gonna Fuck this fact into you.”

Jungkook had noticed that you had started to stir a little, maybe the the reaction of the pill was slowly wearing off. He found you moaning unconsciously at the feeling of his cock pounding facts into you to the hilt.

“M-mhhh…k-kook ahh-“ He heard you mumble incoherently, feeling your walls clench around him tightly.

“Such a slut, just woke up and you’re already about to cum? You missed my dick that much baby?” Jungkook groaned, his thrusts becoming erratic as he chases down his own orgasm. It took him all his might not to bust a nut just right then at the feeling of you clenching around him so tightly.

“Gonna cum in you, you want that, right love?” Jungkook said, his hips never stopping to move against yours, as you slowly started to feel faint trickles of your orgasm, which got stronger and stronger with Jungkook’s pounding. You gasped loudly as he thrusted himself in you for the last time, emptying thick ropes of his cum inside you and filling you to the brim.

The room was quiet, the only thing that could be heard was the humming of air conditioner, and both of your soft breathing, as you lay on the bed beside, your back firmly pressed against his chest. You still felt a little drowsy due to the effect that pill had on you, but Jungkook had made sure to clean you up and change you to your comfortable pjs. The purple satin ones.

His face was buried in the crook of your neck, his fingers playing with the chain of your ‘pendant’ that Jungkook had bought you tonight as a gift for your union since you threw the last one.

“…do you forgive me ggukie…?” You mumbled, earning a soft hum from him.

“I forgive you, Y/N. But if this happens again-"

“It wont happen again.” You cut him off. “I promise, kook.”

His smile returned, though it lacked warmth. "Good," he said, his voice tinged with possessive satisfaction. "Now, let's forget about everything else. It's just you and me now, Y/N No one fucking else. I’ll kill them if anyone gets between us, Y/N.”

You hummed, finally surrendering to the situation that has you caught up in a fucking cycle. And you knew.

The only way to get rid of Jungkook,

was to be with Jungkook.

Jungkook felt you slowly drifting away, so he shifts you in such a way that you were lying on your back. He sat up, his back pressed against the headboard. He reached to the night stand and grabbed his camera, to see how you kept your promise to earn his forgiveness.

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i was supposed to post this on halloween 😭 but had been so so busy with college. my exams are coming up so I won't be able to post as much, please keep supporting.

please like and reblog

-riri🫐

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ririkookiemonster · 4 months ago

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ririkookiemonster masterlist

so, yeah, i tend to write more about the maknae line, but it's not because I'm a solo stan or anything like that. it’s just that their personalities click with me more when i’m writing. i vibe with the older members too, but the younger ones just have this energy that I really connect with. it’s not about favoring them over anyone else—it's just what naturally comes out when i’m writing. i’m here for the whole group, no question about that. please be mindful before coming after my life.

☆ JUNGKOOK ☆

🖇️Syllabus of secrets🖇️

Professor!jungkook x Student!reader

Summary: you have been crushing hard on your hot english professor, jeon jungkook for months. when nothing seems to work when you do everything to get his attention, totally fed up and desperate, you decide to go all out: submitting a smutty story for your english project, pouring all your fantasies about him into it.

🖇️No textbooks here🖇️

Pairing: male model jungkook x female model oc

Summary: being a model in the art class was common for you, but this time, you gave a chance to be the female model in biology class. it was for educational purposes anyway, how far could it go?

🖇️Be with me🖇️

Pairing: yandere ex bf jungkook x ex gf y/n

☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

☆ JIMIN ☆

🖇️Breaking point🖇️

Pairing: Roommate!Jimin x Roommate!reader

Summary: After months of tension, your roommate Jimin catches you grinding on his hoodie in a moment of pure desperation.

☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

☆ TAEHYUNG ☆

🖇️Archnemesis🖇️

Pairing: Academic rival Taehyung x Academic rival Y/N

Summary: Y/N and Taehyung, academic rivals and the smartest in their class, are always battling for the top spot, but their tension runs deeper than the competition; One late night at the library, Y/N’s struggle with french became her perfect excuse for Taehyung to ‘teach’ her in a way that blurs the line between rivalry and desire.

MORE OF MY WORK COMING SOON!!!

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ririkookiemonster · 4 months ago

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HAPPY HOBI DAYYYY!!!💘

HAPPY BIRTHDAY JUNG HOSEOK ! (cr. @magicshop / trans. doolsetbangtan / templates)

#bts #jung hoseok #hobi #hobi day #hbd #happy hobi day #hbd hobi #btsedit #btsgif #j hope #hobiedit #gif #raplineuser #rjshope #jhope

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ririkookiemonster · 4 months ago

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WHAT DO YOU MEAN MY EXAMS ARE OVER!? GAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

I'll start working on my new work asap! i want to finish at least two fics before my competition exams. :pp

see y'all soon

-riri

#bts #jimin smut #taehyung smut #ririkookiemontster masterlist #ririkookiemonster

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ririkookiemonster · 4 months ago

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HAPPY VALENTINES DAYYY!!!!!

HAPPY VALENTINE'S MY LOVE!!! ❤️🎀

#bts #ririkookiemonster

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ririkookiemonster · 5 months ago

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Hi! I really love your blog, especially Breaking Point! If requests are open, I was wondering if you could write dom!jimin somnophilia smut?? I’m not picky on the storyline cause you should have the freedom to write what you want (though I’d love it if there was a creampie and some overstimulation involved too👀), I just noticed a lack of those types of smut for Jimin on tumblr and am really in the mood for it lmao

I hope it’s an acceptable ask, thank you!💕

hi! thankyou so much! i am really happy that you love my writing and support it.

certainly! i can write that. i have externals this month but I'll start working on it ASAP. :))

you can also dm me (if comfortable) to add you in my TAGLIST so that whenever i post the jimin fic, you can get notified.

all the best :))💮

#askririkookiemonster #ririkookiemonster

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ririkookiemonster · 5 months ago

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₊☁️♡𓂃 ִֶָ☾. BLOG RULES ⋆.✰°🎧 ִֶָ୧

ִֶָ𓂃˖ ִֶָ🐇 this is an nsfw blog, that includes dark themes and smut. most of my work is 18+. please be mindful before reading writings. minors stay away.

ִֶָ𓂃˖ ִֶָ🐇 i only write for the BTS maknae line.

ִֶָ𓂃˖ ִֶָ🐇 the oc is automatically 18+ in all my writings.

ִֶָ𓂃˖ ִֶָ🐇 my blog contains dark themes like yandere tendencies, dub con, cnc (it's a dark themed blog) so please be mindful. you're on your own.

ִֶָ𓂃˖ ִֶָ🐇 I mostly write one shots that contain the word count of ALWAYS more than 2.5k to keep the plot interesting. part 2 can be made only if the requests are sufficient.

ִֶָ𓂃˖ ִֶָ🐇 i am university student so I have to deal with a lot of pressures and timetables. but i always try to post regularly. once a month if everything is going smoothly.

ִֶָ𓂃˖ ִֶָ🐇 please respect my private space and don't ask me to post. i know what i am doing. i try to make the comeback posts as better as I can make for you. i need some support and understanding from your side too. <3

ִֶָ𓂃˖ ִֶָ🐇 i do any kinks spanking, rough sex, dirty talk, spanking, slapping, hair pulling, edging, voyeurism, dacryphillia, bimbofication, daddy kink, step incest, masochism, CNC, and more! Just check in with me.

ִֶָ𓂃˖ ִֶָ🐇 i don't do sick kinks like necrophilia, pedophilia, shart kink, piss kink etc. get help of you like them.

ִֶָ𓂃˖ ִֶָ🐇 requests are accepted! you can send your ideas via asks, however, i'd only work on the ideas given if they are original, and not have a fic on it yet.

ִֶָ𓂃˖ ִֶָ🐇 please be as specific as possible for the scenarios and ideas when sending requests so i make the work good for you.

ִֶָ𓂃˖ ִֶָ🐇if you're uncomfortable, just block me or don't interact. don't tell me you "flagged" or "reported" my work. i am working for my audience here.

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ִֶָ𓂃˖ ִֶָ🐇 i love my followers and the people who appreciate my work. <3 i'll try my best to give you the best work everytime i come back. i love you so so much. tumblr is my safe space.

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