Welcome to my masterlist…

“Shit go down while i hit it from behind.”

Fill Your Void | JJK

Genre: Dating au, boyfriend!Jk x Fem! Reader, smut, fluff.

Word count: 2.1k

Status: Completed…

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“Lies, tell me lies.”

Sweet Lies | JJK

Genre: toxic, toxic relationship, ex boyfriend! Jk x fem! Reader, smut, manipulative.

Word count: 2.8k

Status: completed…

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“The shape of your body is blue.”

Cruel Summer | JJK

Genre: Summer au, romance, fluff, smut, slice of life, teen drama, college boy x high school girl, childhood friends to lovers.

Word count: 3.1k

Status: ongoing, part two coming soon…

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“Boom clap, the sound of my heart.”

Our Lucky Stars | JJK

Genre: fluff, smut, drama, college au, sad romance.

Word count: 9.7k

Status: coming soon…

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“It’s our paradise, and it’s our war zone.”

Continuum | JJK

Genre: smut, CEO! Jk x fem! Reader, erotic romance, agnst, thriller.

Word count: 16.7k

Status: coming soon…

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“We smoke trees in the back of the tour bus.”

Seoul Drift | JJK

Genre: Thriller, Racer! Jk x fem! Reader, smut, drama.

Word count: 10k

Status: Coming soon…

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“You look at me different, so I let you see my body.”

Gamers In Love | JJK

Genre: Gamer boy! Jk x Gamer Girl! Fem Reader, smut.

Word count: 4k

Status: coming soon…

𝙎𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙈𝙚 • 𝙅𝙅𝙆

Genre: Assassin!jk x female! reader, smut, S2L, agnst, slight fluff.

Word count: 2.8k

Now playing: After Hours - The Weekend

A/n’s note: hopefully you guys enjoy this :3

Chapter 01: The Girl Who Cried Wolf.

“Y/N, COME DOWNSTAIRS THIS INSTANT!!”

Your father’s loud drunken voice had rang through your ears, as you sit up weakly against your bed. White bandages decorated your hands and your thighs, your bruised pink plump lips slightly wobble from the sound of his voice. Your dark messy hair falls over your eyes, barely showing your teary face as your small bruised up hands grab at the light blue blankets.

Ever since your mother committed suicide, your father had been drinking non stop. Beer after beer whenever you had came home from school, there he was, lying to waste on the sofa while watching tv in the living.

At first you didn’t mind it, because he never said or did anything to hurt you during the first week of her passing. But soon he started beating you senseless with anything he could get his hands on, broom sticks, cords, belts even a wooden bat if he had to. And you couldn’t afford to go to school everyday with new bandages wrapped around a different body part of yours, it wasn’t shocking that you had nosy friends who didn’t know the concept of minding the business that pays them.

The only thing you were grateful for out of all the beatings you endured, was that he never touched you in a sexual way. Though that may sound selfish but it’s true, plenty of girls out there who would’ve love to take your place as the daughter who gets beat senseless everyday without being sexually assaulted by their drunk of a father.

It didn’t make things better when you found out he was doing drugs, sometimes he’d hallucinate and think you’re his wife and start trying to hug and grope you. Luckily you knew how his messed up routine of getting wasted and high, and your bedroom window was your best friend. Since that’s now where you enter when you come home from school.

You’re a senior in high school, even though you had to repeat the same grade—it’s your last year and you plan on moving out and getting your own place with a stable job and a cat.

The loud stomping snaps you out of your trance as you hide most of yourself under the blankets, soon the door is being abruptly opened by your fuming father with bloodshot eyes as he pants. A belt in one hand as he places the beer bottle onto your dresser.

“D-dad, please no—” You try to say over your stutters but it’s no use, he was utterly drunk out of his goddamn mind.

He takes long steps towards you as he yanks the blankets off of you, revealing your bruised up self and your poorly disheveled school uniform that you hadn’t taken off yet. You don’t get to process what he just done in time before you see him raise the belt in the air, the black belt slaps you across the face.

Sending you towards the edge of your bed, another whack hits you in the back as you fall completely off your bed and onto the grey carpet of your bedroom floor.

You look up through the strands of your hair that slightly blinds you from seeing your father, who stands above you with the belt raised in the air. Your eyes widened as you quickly place both of your arms in front of you, shielding your face from the belt as you feel a sharp sting against your bandage arms. Though they were already in pain, but with the belt constantly slapping against your arms—it’s ten times worse.

Your sobs and pleases are useless against him, he tones out your cries as he repeatedly hits you with the belt until your skin his nothing but dark red and covered in blood and bruises. You don’t see the sick smile that’s plastered across his face but you know it’s there.

“You think you can do whatever you want?! Huh? ANSWER ME YOU DAMN BRATT—” Your father begans kicking you while he yells in your face, though your weak, you find some sort of courage to speak up. Even if you’re being beaten half to death.

“…No!” It almost came out as a whisper in your ears, but your father heard it as clear as day.

“Huh?!” Your father almost scoffs, kicking you in the stomach again before grabbing you by your hair as he stoops to your height. “Wanna repeat that again?!”

You managed to stand up despite the harsh grip on your hair, you stare him dead in the eye, even though all the voices in your head tells you to stop you don’t listen. You couldn’t, not when your life is literally hanging by a thread—to which is out of your control.

It’s either you or him..

“I said..” You began, slapping his hand away from your hair with some strength you had left. “No! As long as you keep putting your hands on me I’ll never do what you say, ever!”

As if god blessed you with strength in your leg, you lifted your leg to kick your father in his balls, sending him on his knees as he curses in pain. You take that as a chance to bolt, running down the stairs with your backpack clinging to your shoulders as you grab your beat up converses. You don’t stop running until your at least five blocks away from your abusive home. You put on your shoes, though you don’t have a jacket to warm you up since it’s raining and all your wearing is your messy school uniform.

Your face is bruised yet beautiful, and your covered in fresh scars and bruises from head to toe, your legs shake from the soreness, your breathing becomes more intense as you take in your surroundings. The street is busy with cars driving by in a rush, people walking past you with different colors umbrellas sending you odd looks before keeping their gaze ahead of them. And you don’t dare to reach out and ask for help, not when you look like you just murderd someone and they put in some attempt to fight back—but clearly failed.

Something in your head tells you to turn around, and when you do you wish you hadn’t. Your drunken of a father waddles up the street in the rain with only his tank top and joggers as his bloodshot eyes glare into your soul the moment he spots you standing there like a deer caught in the headlights.

“Y/N FUCKING L/N!” He bellowed your name like a loin roaring in the distance. You flinch, hard. Your heart drops to your stomach, the billions of eyes that watches him as he only stares at you makes you want to die right there and now. No one in the public eye looks at you, because they don’t know who you are—and they don’t know that he’s calling your name.

So, you pretend that he’s not talking to you. Turning around must’ve been the best decision because your easily smothered in the crowd of people that crosses the street. Hearing your father’s voice that shouts in the distance becomes more and more muffled due the voices of others and the sound of honking.

And when you’re finally out of his eyesight, you find yourself drifting from the busy part of Seoul. Seeping into the underground of Seoul where people get robbed and killed, you heard that there’s a lot of gang activities happening in this part of Seoul though you never cared about it. Because you didn’t think you’d end up in this side of town anyways, well, here you are. And there’s nothing you can do but to keep walking.

Until you can find some sort of shelter, you were going to be walking for quite a while.

Jungkook sits in his black expensive BMW with a cigarette dangling from his lips, eyebrows furrowed as he typed on his phone. Ignoring how some men and women who lingered on front of the gas station staring at him intensely. He found it utterly annoying with how bold people would stare at him before approaching him, and when they approach him it’s almost always one intension on their minds. It made him want to murder them almost completely, did he sound crazy? Yes, and he didn’t give two fucks about it.

There’s only one reason why he came to the gas station, to get some gas for the long trip back to his isolated home. Where his dog is waiting for him and emails that constantly spams his computer from his boss who always as a new target for him.

You would think, that it was normal for Jungook to bring even a gun with him just to enter the gas station—but unfortunately he was bare, no gun and all. Just him and rock hard of hands that works like professional boxers, the man could even kill with his fist. Jungkook sighs as he runs his fingers through his hair, he’s tired, irritated, and most of all stressed out. He’s been on and off with this chick he hooks up with every now and then, their not even in a relationship. But the girl seem to not get the hint of fuck buddies.

But it seems that all girls are the same, women don’t think about men’s feelings—well not Jungkook’s. Because despite him declining their feelings in the politest way or meanest way possible, they still come crawling back like little maggots. And it was truly disgusting.

Before he could let his mind drift further, he sees a strange girl—which was you, limping towards the gas station. Even though it had stopped raining he couldn’t help but notice how your clothes were soaked and your backpack clinging onto you while your bandages that covered your legs were slowly slipping off, showing cuts and bruises.

The bandages on your hand had made him wonder, what the hell happen to this girl?! But all he could think about was how fucked up you looked, he thought, maybe she gotten into a school fight. But that’s not the case, from where he’s sitting—you look like you just went to war and back and now you have to live with the trauma and bruises.

You approach the nearest gas station to use the telephone, or someone’s phone, whoever is nice enough to lend you their phone. You don’t know who to call, because everyone you know, knows your father—and they wont hesitate to inform your asshole of a father where you are. They’ll use that excuse, he needs to know because he’s worried about you. But we all know that’s a complete lie, he cares about getting drunken out of his mind and getting high of drugs weed and pills. It was sad really.

You hadn’t noticed a gang of men approaching you with wide grins on their faces, and when you do—it practically too late. One man with a brown beard had placed his rusty hands on your shoulder, smiling down at you. Even if you were out of your father’s grip, you still couldn’t catch a break. It’s like you were born into this world to be punished by men only.

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing over here?” The male says, you fight the urge to scoff because it wasn’t hard to notice how badly bruised up you were. “Wanna come with us?”

“No thanks.” You say dryly, “I have to go—”

And once again you found yourself in a similar situation whenever you’d come home from school and your father was lounging around on the sofa with a beer in his hold, you always tried your hardest to tiptoe up the stairs and into your room but god forbid did the stairs had some sort of grudge against you. But you didn’t expect the seemingly forgotten memory appear before you, and you don’t even realize the men that’s beginning to drag you away.

And when you do you began to scream and thrash around like a five year old who’s throwing a tantrum, you managed to kick one of the men in their stomach as they let go of your left arm. “Fuck—you crazy bitch!” The man that held you by your right arm had raised a hand and slapped you across the face, you plummeted to the ground—landing with a heavy thud. As they continued to stomp and kick you like you were nothing but waste.

Though, you do notice someone out of the corner of your eye approaching. It was a person, their appearance was clean and not sloppy like the group fo men that hovers above you and is currently stomping on you—no. The boy—or man, has his hands in the pockets of his clean black jogger pants as his neatly yet messy black curly hair. You don’t miss the silver material on his lips that slightly shines due to the sun light reflecting off of it. The stranger is buff and he looks extremely dangerous to approach, yet you couldn’t help but stare at him as he stares blankly at the group of men beating you senseless—like your father.

“Oh look, we have an audience.” The man with the dirty blonde hair had chuckled when he noticed the stranger approaching them, his eyes widened with excitement as he pulled on your bruised leg. Causing you to yelp out in pain, it’s almost pathetic having a handsome stranger watching you get beat up like some two dollar whore off the street.

You continue to shield yourself from the hits that the group of men gives you as you hear the stranger speak, his voice is deep and sexy, something out of those forbidden books you’ve managed to get your hands on in the library—once, because once your father found out you were going to the library, he cut your little vacation trip off.

And in a flash, the handsome stranger grabs the dirty blonde male by his collar, landing a punch to his face. The male stumbles back with a loud cry, “MY FUCKING NOSE!”

Your vision begans to go blurry, and you don’t even notice your being lifted off the ground. No room in questioning the stranger because you pass out right after.

To be continued… Next?!

𝐹𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒴𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒱𝑜𝒾𝒹 • 𝒥𝒥𝒦

Genre: fluff, dating au, smut, romance.

Word count: 2.1k

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Sighing as you take a break from a yoga pose as you watch your yoga instructor guide other people through their next yoga position, mostly it’s only women who volunteered for the yoga in order to somewhat improve in their body and flexibility, possibly.

Sitting on the sidelines you watch the ladies chatting away on their little bit of free time, slightly listening in in their conversation making you cringe most of the time and slightly laughing.

But your tired and you want to go home, you don’t own a vehicle sadly and as to how you got here was by an uber, you groan at the pain that’s coming from your stomach, making you slightly hiss. It’s the kramps, or that you just didn’t eat at all today since you weren’t hungry.

You see a woman approaching you with a pitiful look on her face, making you feel like a pathetic person.

“Hi um, miss Y/N?” The woman carefully asks as she watches you shake your head slightly, confused at to her sudden appearance she continues, making you sigh since you didn’t feel like conversation with anyone.

“Yes, that’s me.” You say, the tiredness didn’t go unnoticed by her.

“There’s someone here for yo—”

Her sentence was never completed when a few gasps and slight squealing from the ladies that were sitting on their yoga mats. Catching your attention and the woman that was talking to you, shocking you both, well only just the ladies since a huge smile spread across your delicate innocent-like face.

It’s your boyfriend, Jeon Jungkook.

He’s not even halfway inside the yoga studio when he’s spots you, hair is long and fluffy, as his grey sweatpants with a simple black oversized shirt that fits onto his body well, showing off the broad chest and six pack, the tattoos that slightly decorates his arm to his hand disappears into his pocket. Scanning the room as he sees the ladies eye him like a hawk, smirking and twirling their hair around like teenage girls.

But his eyes lands only on one person, the one her came her for, you.

You feel naked under his gaze, it’s intense. But you do nothing but smile, standing up from your seated position on the floor since your yoga mat was already rolled up and put away.

Walking towards your boyfriend you feel him eyeing you up and down, your wearing a simple black tank top with very thin leggings that show off your curves and your ass, the ass that you didn’t even know you had until you finally approached Jungkook and he took the chance to slap making a sharp sound.

You giggled as you heard a few gasps in the yoga studio, but you and Jungkook ignored them, a few whispers here and there but you didn’t care.

As you both exited the yoga studio, you found yourself smiling brightly as Jungkook opens the door on the passenger side for you as you get in and closing the door from the inside. You wait for him to get inside the car while you buckle your seatbelt, knowing how Jungkook will scold you if you don’t.

As Jungkook finally finishes putting your yoga mat and bag in the back seat, he hops into the driver’s seat. One hand on the steering wheel while the other focuses on the seatbelt, once he’s done he finds one hand on your coverd thigh, making you laugh at his actions.

“Hey babe, how was yoga?”Jungkook is the first to ask you about your day, you like that about him, he’s always there for you when you need him the most.

You sigh, “Stressful, they had us doing these impossible yoga poses and my body is small, and I wasn’t able to do them. My stomach was hurting the whole time, and im kinda sleepy.”

You see Jungkook nodding from the corner of your eyes, he was thinking about something. And whatever he was thinking about had to be good, he would always come up with suggestions to help take away your stress or pain—even the kramps, he knows your body better than you do.

“Perhaps i know something that could take away your pain baby.” You fully turn to Jungkook’s direction, caught off guard by his sudden deep voice. You would’ve noticed it earlier but it seems like you didn’t.

Your eyes light up like a Christmas tree, “You do?! What do you have in mind?”

Jungkook swiftly turns the steering wheel with one hand as he pulls up into the driveway of the beautiful large house you both share together, it’s only been two years since you moved in with him. And ever since, both of you can’t live without each other.

As the car comes to a stop you sit still in the passenger seat as you watch Jungkook unbuckle his seatbelt, he does the same to you but you don’t notice, still waiting for his answer.

Finally he looks at you, “I’ll tell you when we get inside the house.” You began to whine but Jungkook gives you a raised eyebrow, making you completely shut up.

Getting out the passenger seat you walked up onto the porch of the house and stick the house keys into the door.

The fresh breeze of lavender scent welcomes you, everything looks clean and neatly organized, the kitchen where the island rests in the center as all the glass bottles of wine remain inside the glass cabinets untouched.

Your pet snowballs, who is a white baby bunny greets you as he hops in your arms, you smile snuggling your face with his you hear a deep chuckle behind you.

Turning around, your met with a deeply handsome Jungkook, who stands there with your belongings in his hold as he uses his foot to close the front door.

Putting snowballs down, you fold your arms as you watch him carefully toss your things onto the couch, you was glad that he did that, because what was about to happen next neither of you wouldn’t feel like picking up items or belongings from off the floor.

“A massage.” Jungkook says casually, you smile at him because you absolutely love his massages and they were the death of you.

Taking off your shoes you look at him once more, “I also had something in mind.”

Raising his eyebrows Jungkook slowly approaches you, licking his lips in the process, “And what would that be? Hmm?”

Running up the stairs you found yourself giggling and laughing loudly as Jungkook chased up behind you, dangerously close to catching you, though you don’t do to much as you still have slight kramps, as you ran into your shared bedroom and closed the door, following with you locking it. Completely forgetting that Jungkook has a key for that very reason.

As you enter the bathroom that’s in the room you quickly take off your tank top, leaving yourself in your black bra and leggings as you turn on the shower.

Your hand reaching under the head of the shower to see if the water was warm enough, not even noticing Jungkook sneaking up behind you. Before you can free yourself from your bra and leggings you feel a strong pair of arms lift you up, practically snatching you away from the shower.

A surprise yelp left your lips as you feel the tip of Jungkook’s fluffy hair against your skin, his face buried in the crook of your neck, his hot breath fanned your skin. You hear him sigh in content, making you giggle.

“Kook stop, i need to take a shower! Im sweaty!” You wined, feeling Jungkook’s hands on your clothed breasts since that was how he was able to hold you upwards, you could feel him give them a light squeeze making you gasp, as he smirks. He does it again and that’s when you completely give in.

Swiftly turning you around to take in your flushed face, Jungkook kisses you deeply, the kiss was passionate and you found yourself letting his tongue explore your mouth more.

Moaning you tug on his black shirt while tilting your head to the side as he continues to deepen the kiss, his hands finds their way on your back as he slowly unclips your bra, letting the material fall onto the clean floor of the bathroom. You don’t hesitate to take off his shirt the moment he removed the only barrier that was covering your breasts, your able to get a full glance at his bare chest and he looks absolutely stunning, with or without clothes.

As you both break away from the kiss, you found yourself panting.

“Fuck, now im horny.” Jungkook groans, making you chuckle, you then move your arms to cover your breasts.

“Well too bad, I have to shower. Maybe after I finish showering then we’ll see.”

Jungkook kisses his teeth making you chuckle, “By then I’ll have blue balls by the time you come out the shower.”

You roll your eyes when you hear Jungkook began groaning, “You have a better idea then?!” You swear you saw a smirk creep onto his face a second ago.

“Shower sex!”

“Absolutely no—” You began, but Jungkook shushes you as he continues to reason with you about the shower sex topic.

“Don’t knock it until you’ve tried it.” Jungkook gives you a raised eyebrow, making your mouth fall open at the catchphrase. Sighing as you thought for a moment.

You or Jungkook had always tried new things during sex, that’s what made your sex life so exciting and fun for the both of you, it was always something different and it made you both feel even more connected to each other.

Car sex, beach sex, even the pool, hotel sex, a 69 position, prone bone position, reverse cowgirl position, doggy style position.

So what made you not want to try shower sex with Jungkook?!

Well, it’s worth a shot, and it definitely sounds hot as fuck…

“Okay,” You breathed out, watching the way Jungkook eyes darkened when you have him the okay to go, he then closed the distance between you both making you slightly confused.

Backing you up against the wall inside the shower while the head of the shower sprays water down on both of your half clothed bodies, the water is at a nice temperature as you stared at Jungkook’s now wet and long dark hair.

“Oh my god! Jungkook my leggings are soaked!” You yelp out, putting your hands on his shoulder’s as he kneels down to your legs. Yanking off the completely soaked material, right along with your white lacey panties that he found quite sexy.

You laugh at his carelessness when he flings your soaked leggings and panties onto the bathroom floor, looking down at him as you feel his lips leaving tender kisses up your legs and to your thighs, Jungkook stands up as your gaze never left his figure.

Quickly remembering that you’re the only one that’s naked you make him take off his pants as well as his calvin klein boxers, once he’s completely naked for you to see—he pulls you into another passionate kiss.

Using your free hand to close the shower door as the fog begins to form.

Jungkook then lifts you up, his hands under your ass as he holds you and your legs wraps around his waist, you stare him in the eyes while your arms is around his neck. “So, no prep?” You ask innocently, Jungkook murmurs a small ‘no.’

The condom is out of the question, this would be the second time you both have had sex without a condom, but neither of you cared. And you didn’t mind being pregnant with his kids, after all, you both plan on spending the rest of your lives together anyways.

Even though Jungkook is strong enough to hold you by himself, he still has your back pressed up against the showers wall, while he holds you up by your ass. “Kook.” You moan, as you feel the tip of Jungkook’s cock against your wet vagina.

Without warning, Jungkook thrusts in. Making you gasp as you dig your nails into his back. Moaning loudly as he penetrates inside of you, the water harshly dripping down both of your naked bodies as you hear Jungkook groan. But your surprise at his sudden fast pace, as he constantly hits your g-spot making you cry out, Jungkook looks at you with his half lidded eyes as he watches you cry.

Since he was going at a fast pace you used one of your free hands and grabbed desperately onto the handrail that was in the shower above your head for support.

“Jungkook, I can’t.” You sob, feeling you grip on the handrail slightly slipping away.

Jungkook grunts, feeling your walls tighten around his cock. Almost preventing him from thrusting in deeper, pressing his forehead against yours as he whispers sweet nothings into your ear. He knows you’re almost about to cum, because you always become this sensitive. And he loves every bit of it.

“I know, i know.” Jungkook coos at your teary face, he ignores you digging your nails into his back practically decorating it with scratches which he didn’t mind, in fact, he thought it would be hot.

If anyone were to walk in, they’d probably only be met with a foggy bathroom with clothes scattered onto the clean floor, and face with the shower glass door that’s covered with fog. And if they were able to see inside, they’d be greeted with Jungkook’s broad back and your legs wrapped around his waist as your small hands gripping onto his back.

“Fuck.” Jungkook hissed.

“Kook, im close,” You moan out, tighten your grip around him.

A few more thrusts has you both cumming undone onto each other, your hot breaths fanned each other’s faces while making intense eye contact. No words were said until you feel jungkook pulling out of you as hus cum drips down your inner thighs.

Carefully setting you on your two feet to stand up in the shower, you sigh, thinking that he wad done and you can finally and actually shower. But poor you, Jungkook was far from done.

But you would find that out sooner or later right?

𝒞𝓇𝓊𝑒𝓁 𝒮𝓊𝓂𝓂𝑒𝓇 • 𝒥𝒥𝒦

Genre: Summer au, romance, fluff, smut, slice of life, teen drama, college boy x high school girl, childhood friends to lovers.

Playlist: 𝗗𝘂𝘀𝗸 𝗧𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗗𝗮𝘄𝗻 - 𝗭𝗮𝘆𝗻, 𝗖𝗶𝗻𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗼𝗻 𝗚𝗶𝗿𝗹 - 𝗟𝗮𝗻𝗮 𝗗𝗲𝗹 𝗥𝗲𝘆, 𝗪𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗧𝗶𝗺𝗲𝘀 - 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗪𝗲𝗲𝗸𝗲𝗻𝗱, 𝗢𝗻𝗲 𝗢𝗳 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗚𝗶𝗿𝗹𝘀 - 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗪𝗲𝗲𝗸𝗲𝗻𝗱, 𝗟𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵 - 𝗦𝗮𝗺 𝗦𝗺𝗶𝘁𝗵, 𝗔𝗳𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗱 𝗢𝗳 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗗𝗮𝗿𝗸 - 𝗘𝘇𝗶, 𝗦𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 - 𝗖𝗮𝗿𝘄𝗮𝘀𝗵, 𝗛𝗼𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗴 - 𝗬𝗼𝗸𝗲 𝗟𝗼𝗿𝗲, 𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀 - 𝗔𝗻𝗻𝗮 𝗢𝗳 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗡𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗵.

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The sound of your alarm wakes you up out of your sweet dream, you groan, not knowing that today was the first day of summer break. The loud footsteps snaps you out of your sleeping daze the moment you realize who those footsteps belongs to as they grow closer and louder towards your door.

And to behold, it was your mother, now standing over you with two luggages on her side, following with a raised eyebrow.

“I told you not to stay up late, Y/N.” Your mother’s voice wasn’t filled with rage or frustration, just in ‘I told you so.’ But knowing you, your mother was quite unpredictable with her mood swings. Which scared you sometimes.

You groan, putting the pillow over your head as you try to tone out her lecture, once you had your mother started up with a speech, she would never shut up.

“Okay mom, i get it. Could you get out so i can get dressed? I don’t even know why were packing in the first place.” You mutter the last part, but your mother still heard you. A wide smile is plastered across her face as she faces you.

It had to be good if it caused her to smile like a madwoman.

“Today’s the first day of summer break, and we’re heading over to leah’s house in river beach for the summer.” Your mother replied smoothly, though, you could see she was just as excited as you were.

You couldn’t wait to arrive at rivers beach, you wanted to see leah and her son Jungkook. Your long-time crush, you both grew up together, though he always saw you as his annoying little sister.

But that didn’t matter, you were turning sixteen in a couple days. It was time to switch things up, no more making excuses to stay indoors to watch romances and teen dramas while you could be out here experiencing them.

And you were determined to get Jungkook to finally notice you, as a mature woman and not some annoying childhood friend.

Plus you wanted to see your friend mia, it’s been a while since you’ve seen her. And this was the day that you both would be seeing each other face to face, you just know her glow up was insane.

You wouldn’t say so about yourself, in your opinion, nothing really much changed about you. Except that your breasts have gotten bigger and noticeable, but that won’t stop you from having a good time this summer.

You were so excited that you found yourself bouncing in the passenger seat, as your mother blast alessia cara through the speakers, and you jamming to the music.

You watch as the trees and houses pass by in a flash, the windows down on both sides of the car as you stick your arm out, moving them in a wave motion. Ignoring the lopsided smile your mother gives you, chuckling in response you continue to enjoy the music.

Slowly, the familiar sign you’ve been dying to see again pops up into view.

‘Welcome to Rivers Beach.’

You smile widely as your brown innocent eyes watches the sign fly pass you since your mother was driving somewhat fast than she usually does.

“We’re here,” Your mother sings, as she slowly drives through the town, people waving and smiling towards your way. But it’s strange, no one usually greets you first unless you’re with your mother. As you turn to look at her with a slight confused face she shrugs.

You wanted to know why that happened but a familiar large house with a baby blue mailbox comes into view, making you squeal in your seat, your mother mirrors your actions as the car finally comes to a stop.

Quickly unbuckling your seatbelt, you hear your mother laughing at your actions, you were dying to see leah, she was like an aunt to you.

You hear the front door opening, revealing leah and your best friend who decided to surprise you by waiting there for you, mia, she knew leah and her son, she was also like family to them and you. Smiling like an idiot you quickly ran towards leah first, jumping in her arms as she hugs you tightly just as well as you did her.

Your mother is next in line, as she hugs her best friend, the one person who she views as a sister.

You then hug your best friend mia, as she spins you around while still embraced into the hug, you laugh while she lets out a exaggerated sigh. “I swear I thought i was gonna die if we didn’t see each other again.”

“I did too,” You laugh still unable to stop smiling, “But here we are.”

“Yeah, here we are.” Mia holds up her hand, waiting for you to high five her, which you gladly did, smiling like a five year old kid.

“Looks like im not the only one who had a major glow up.” You roll your eyes playfully, slightly pushing her away as you see leah and your mother enter inside the house.

“Come on stop it mia.” You pleaded, she was always dramatic with her compliments, but who’s to say that you didn’t like them?

“Im serious,” Mia began, “You look nothing like you did last year, your literally glowing. You’ve finally bloomed into a young woman, Y/N.” If you were the emotional type, you’d be bawling your eyes out right now.

You couldn’t hide the shyness from her compliment, “Thanks, you look amazing yourself.”

Mia began to laugh, “Let’s head inside, I bet that four hour drive must’ve tired you out.”

With no room to complain, you happily followed her inside the house. You were a bit tired from the drive, but you didn’t want to rest until you’ve at least eaten.

This was going to be the best summer yet.

✧…✧

After what seems like forever, you were finally done unpacking your things, in the room you’d always be in whenever you and your mom would visit leah and her son during the summer. The room was left just how you had it the last time you was over here, your pink and blue aesthetic room filled with plushies, plants and books and makeup from your friend mia.

Some seashells rested peacefully on your drawer, right along with some necklaces and pearls that were gifted by your friend.

You kept hearing soft footsteps passing by your door back and forth, you thought it was either Mia or your mother, so you opened the door when you saw the footsteps abruptly stop in front of your door through the crack.

And to be hold, it was jungkook, talk about glow up. He was beyond handsome and good looking, he was a greek god, standing before you with a dry towel against his long cury wet hair. You hadn’t noticed the lip piercing until he lifted his head up to fully get a glance at you, a simple grey shirt with some basketball shorts still managed to make him look good.

You found yourself gulping as you cleared your throat, it’s been a while since you and jungkook seen each other, you didn’t want to ruin your attempted impression by acting like an idiot or a total weirdo.

“Uh, hi Jungkook.” You say awkwardly, you were definitely not ready to encounter him right at this moment, maybe at the dinner table but this? Definitely a no.

“Hey.” It’s short and simple, but the husky voice of his makes you unable to focus properly, he’s already taller than you, and he’s looking down at you. He knows that you’re surprised by his new appearance, he’s muscular and one of his arms is covered with tattoos. And a lip piercing following with his ears pierced didn’t help.

Jungkook takes the time to eye you up and down, your wearing biker shorts, the usual, with a simple pink tank top. Your now long and wavy hair is down to your shoulders as you look up at him with your plump pink lips and innocent brown eyes.

He admits that you look absolutely nothing like last year, and honestly he would’ve teased you about it for god knows how long, but now, he’s honestly left speechless, though it doesn’t show on his face. Whatever type of glow up you went through sure did question if he really saw you as the annoying little friend you were.

But it doesn’t matter that you look different, so does he, he’s gotten buff, tattos, piercings, and even started smoking. But that’s nothing new, just like he’s been on and off with girls, something his mother had told him to tone it down since you and your mother were going to be around this summer.

“Well, your mom sent me up here to get you, she said it’s time to eat.”

You found yourself only nodding instead of give him an actual response, you both stood there for a few seconds before you slowly closed the door. As you hear his footsteps walk away from your bedroom door, you couldn’t help but let out a squeal.

A picture of you and jungkook hanging on your mirror, there’s multiple pictures of you two being silly, but it was back then, to you Jungkook was more loving and kind, even if he didn’t acknowledge you like he did a few minutes ago.

Your room door suddenly opens, revealing Mia who’s one step away from passing out the moment she sees you putting on your clothes over the bikini she had bought you as an early birthday gift, thankfully you didn’t wear your other swimsuit, the other one looked like you were trying out for the swim team.

“So, your mom agreed with letting you and i go on a late night swim with some friends, you down?” Mia asks with anticipation.

You wanted to stay inside and binge watch some shows and sleep, but you promised yourself that this summer will be different. You will not back to the old you, which is now dead the moment you smile at mia.

“Yeah, im down.”

You and mia head downstairs and eat dinner with your mother and leah, the. You both head back upstairs to get ready.

After a few minutes of Mia picking out her bikini you both were ready than ever to go on a late night swim on the beach, walking as you hold onto your shoes as you let the sand swallow your feet with every step you take.

You and mia could see people already at the beach gathered around a campfire with beers and smoking, some people making out in the public eye and in cars, but that didn’t matter to you, because a certain someone catches your eye. It’s Jungkook, with his arm wrapped around a girl who in your opinion looks way prettier than you- which is understandable.

He’s smiling like how he’d usually smile when he’s with you, you see him talking to three people with the girl clinging to him desperately, your not the jealous type, you just expect defeat because you know jungkook will never feel the same way towards you.

You feel the huge lump in your throat, refusing to stare at the sight before you any longer you snatch a margarita from someone’s hand and chug it down in one go, even though that wasn’t enough to get Jungkook off your mind.

Mia is no longer in sight, she’s already in the water but when she sees you slightly wobbling as you approach the water with a lopsided grin.

“Y/N, come join us!” Mia, along with a few other people yell out your name. It wouldn’t hurt to swim anyways, even though you were drunk just a tiny bit tipsy off whatever that guy who was wearing a cap have gave you.

But you didn’t finish the drink, thank god.

Forgetting that you were still wearing your clothes over your black bikini so that very reason you didn’t wet, you rushed towards the water where everyone else was waiting for you.

Now in the water people began splashing each other as you laugh, the thought of Jungkook completely being erased from your mind.

This is what you needed.

Two hours has passed by and you’re more lively than ever, your completely drunk out of your mind due to a drinking contest, and you don’t seem to care, after all, it’s the summer time and it was time to let loose.

“ARE YOU GUYS HAVING A GOOD TIME?!” You scream out, feeling all the undivided attention on you while you watch everyone’s gaze linger on you.

“YEEEAAHH!” The crowd screamed back, holding their beers and margaritas up in the air, making you smile.

Though you feel a certain pair of eyes on you from afar, as if someone was watching you from afar. You think it’s your friend mia so you shake off the feeling, you began to dance, lost in your own world. Feeling a pair of hands on your waist, you turn around, it’s a male, with nice brown hair. The stranger doesn’t ask for your permission as he continues to dance along with you while holding your waist.

Your to drunk to push the stranger off of you, but you get the feeling in your gut that if you let this continue on it’ll be out of your control.

“Hey…let go of me-..” Before you could even get the rest of your words out the stranger was suddenly yanked back by his collar, revealing Jungkook who had been watching you the moment you gave that drunken yet short speech. The stranger tries to punch Jungkook in the face as an attempt to free himself.

You instantly but barely sober up the moment you see jungkook punching the guy to death, the first day of summer break slightly becomes a mess, this wasn’t how you imagined your first day of summer break. Well, that was another thing to add in your diary.

‘First day of summer gone wrong.’

“Jungkook!” A feminine voice was heard through the crowd, Jungkook had heard it as well but ignored her. To enrage of what he almost had to witness with you.

It was the girl you saw that was clinging onto onto Jungkook earlier.

“Jungkook, please stop.” You instantly stepped in between Jungkook and the stranger, a few gasps was heard the moment the stranger spit out blood, looking up an down at your state he knew you needed to go home. It wasn’t right for you to even be at a party, why were you here in the first place.

“What are you even doing here? Shouldn’t you be at home like you usually are?!” Your slightly embarrassed that he said that to you, but you quickly swallow that embarrassment the moment he’s about to scold you.

“Jungkook im not twelve years old anymore, im about to be sixteen. And that’s none if your concern.” You say, folding your arms.

Jungkook only scoffs when you say that, but you were right, your not the same person he once knew that only liked to stay indoors and read books and binge watch shows. You’ve bloomed into a young adult, and now it was time to explore the life of a teenager.

But he chooses not to acknowledge that, “Come on, im taking you home.”

“No,” You quickly reply, “I came here with Mia.”

“And obviously she’s leaving without you, I’ll just give you a ride.” Jungkook points at mia who’s getting inside a vehicle with a boy, you wasn’t mad because you both did arrive at the beach on foot.

“Jungkook wait!” The familiar feminine voice that called out his name earlier was slightly jogging towards the two of you.

“Sofia, what are you still doing here?!” Jungkook quickly looks over at your confused expression before his eyes travel to the approaching woman.

“Sofia?!” You say, looking back at Jungkook and the girl who embraces him in a passionate hug.

There it was, the familiar lump that was stuck in your throat the moment you saw them two together, your aching heart couldn’t take it anymore. Before the girl could turn around to even speak you walk towards Jungkook’s car and open up the door, hoping in the back seat.

You didn’t care if you were acting a bit childish, but you couldn’t help but want some attention from Jungkook yourself.

This summer was supposed to be different, not you being hooked up on Jungkook who’s not even paying you an ounce of attention, this summer is about you. Nothing and no one else.

Your eyes began to grow heavy, you were tired from all that screaming and partying, not even noticing Jungkook—by himself, opening the car door to the driver’s side. “You finished talking to your girlfriend? She seems nice.”

You say, it wasn’t in a sarcastic way or anything. You were just being the supportive side character you guess. Jungkook begins driving as you sigh.

“She’s not my girlfriend, just a friend.”

“And I’m your friend, your childhood best friend at that Jungkook. And if we’re being honest, that hug she gave you earlier did not look like you two are just friends.” You said with all honesty as you sat up, looking at him as his eyes stare ahead at the road, you could see his fists clenching the steering wheel as his knuckles turned white.

“Okay?! What do you want me to say? You’re so—!” You quickly cut Jungkook off.

“So what?! Annoying? All you do is call me annoying, do you even know how much i lo-..”

Before you could even let more of your emotions out you sat back onto the seat, a frustrated sigh leaving your mouth. You never thought you’d be arguing with your crush who’s acting like an asshole right now.

Though eventually he would become aware of your feelings, but by then he’d probably be in love with someone else, someone that isn’t you.

✧…✧

Waking up with a headache wasn’t on today’s agenda, as you try to piece together how you got yourself to bed, a soft knock on your door snapped you out of your trance. “Come in.” Revealing leah, a small smile had decorated her beautiful face as she held up a small gift.

“That’s this?” You chuckled, still taking the gift that leah had got you, “My birthday isn’t here yet.”

“It’s an early gift.” Leah replies smoothly.

You nod, appreciating the small designs that decorates the wrapper of the box with a pink bow on top. You were greatful, leah was just one of the nicest seconds mother figure you’ve ever had, and Jungkook should be grateful for her as well.

As leah disappears behind the door, you let out a deep sigh. The unknown feeling suddenly leaving your chest the moment you think about Jungkook, and what happened last night, you were way out of control.

As you get ready for the day you hear another knock at the door, before you could even give the person to enter the door slowly creaks open, revealing Jungkook.

“Hi..” You say, though you don’t find any courage to look him in the eye.

“Hey.” He says back, still looking at your nervous expression. “Um, i was wondering if…you’d want to go swimming with me at the beach.” You finally look up at him, god, you wish you hadn’t.

He’s now shirtless, his tattooed arm is on full display as well as his abs, and the hem of his calvin klein underwear is visible from underneath his shorts, making you pry your innocent eyes away from him before he notices you staring.

To late, he already saw you..

“Uh, sure. Yes, i would love that.” You said, a small smile emerging on your face as Jungkook chuckled, he found you somewhat cute whenever you did that.

And with that, both of you were on your way to the beach with a towels and swimsuits on and a surfboard Jungkook brought with him.

Yep, looks like this will be the best summer of all. You and Jungkook found yourselves smiling at each other.

A/N: idek what this is lol, but more Jungkook stories are yet to come.

𝒮𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓉 𝐿𝒾𝑒𝓈 • 𝒥𝒥𝒦

Genre: ex boyfriend, toxic relationship, manipulating, smut, heavy agnst, college au.

Please be aware i suck at writing…

Playlist: 𝗖𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗿 - 𝗝𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗸𝗼𝗼𝗸, 𝗣𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗧𝗮𝗹𝗸 - 𝘇𝗮𝘆𝗻, 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗕𝗲𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗧𝗼 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱 - 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗪𝗲𝗲𝗸𝗲𝗻𝗱, 𝗖𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲 - 𝗡𝗶𝗰𝗸 𝗝𝗼𝗻𝗮𝘀 𝗳𝘁. 𝗧𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗹𝗼, 𝗬𝗼𝘂 - 𝗔𝗿𝗶 𝗔𝗯𝗱𝘂𝗹

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₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ.

Comfortably sitting in your living room on the sofa with a small glass of water eases your mind, you don’t know the reason of you being suddenly worried, but the unknown feeling sure did kept you up.

As you watch an unrecognizable show on the tv a sound is heard from your phone that sits across from you, with a raised eyebrow you grab your phone from the table. Checking your messages, you come across an unrecognizable message as the contact says ‘unknown’.

Unknown: I miss you.

You’re not sure if you should reply or not, maybe they have the wrong number. Mistaken you for someone else, but before you could come up with more conclusions your phone goes off again this time. Almost startling you.

Unknown: i know you see me texting you.

In an instant you tossed your phone onto the couch before heading upstairs, but a loud knock was heard at your front door. It was strange.

Because no one knew where you lived.

Halting your steps on the stairs, you stood there for a good minute to see if the knocking sound was just your imagination, but before you could shake it off the loud knocking sound was heard again. Following with the sound of a door knob rattling, as if someone was trying to break in.

Without much thinking you approached the front door, the sound of locks clicking filled your ears as you opened the door, revealing the one person you’d been avoiding for almost three months. Jeon fucking Jungkook.

“Hey-..”

“How the fuck did did you find my address?!” You were straight to the point, not even caring that Jungkook had gave you a glare.

Kissing his teeth as he eyes you up and down shamelessly, the black shorts that fitted on your body well as your curves were visible. A simple white tank top with your nipples slightly poking the material. “So that’s what I get the first time we see each other after what, three months?!”

You sigh, it was completely dark outside and the street lights were somewhat keeping the streets and the neighbors houses visible.

“What do you want?” Your voice is soft, you don’t feel like raising your voice at him when all he did was show up at your front door, looking absolutely stunning. His hair had gotten longer and somewhat curly, and the black sweatpants doesn’t add onto the feeling inside your gut.

Then your eyes fall onto his white tank top that matches the one you’re wearing, minis the small bow that decorates your tank top. Which was called a lace trim tank top.

“I wanted to see you.” He admits, biting his lips when takes a glance at your perky nipples through the tank top.

You slowly nod your head, as you look anywhere but him.

“Look i told you, I’m done with you.” You say, but the small crack in your voice says otherwise. Jungkook looks at you for moment before chuckling.

“But im not done with you.”

This catches you off guard, as you began to close the door on his face to only be stopped by a large tattooed hand hovering over your small ones.

There’s a dark look in his eyes, as many times as you’ve been with jungkook when you both were still in a relationship he’s never fully shown this side of him to you. Sometimes it would slip out when you both would sometimes argue but it was only briefly.

You’re surprised by his sudden actions, but it doesn’t lasts long when you remember that you promised your mother you’d no longer have contact with him whatsoever.

“Look,” Jungkook starts, “I just wanna talk.”

Sure he does, but when you glance at his doe eyes you can see there’s somewhat truth in them. Naively, you gave in.

“Okay, but were just talking.” You say, not even noticing the small smirk on his face.

Stepping outside of your apartment, you close the front door behind you. Following jungkook to his BMW you found yourself slightly smiling when he opens the door of the passenger side for you to get in.

Carefully seated in the passenger seat as you watch Jungkook walk around the car to the driver side and open the door, as he gets inside the car a small breeze welcomes you.

There is silence, besides jungkook rolling up a blunt and the smell of it doesn’t bother you. In fact it only eases your mind.

“What have you’ve been up to lately?” Jungkook is the first to break the silence, you could feel his gaze lingering on you. It’s a simple question really, but you found yourself not being able to reply.

You sigh while staring down at your bare thighs, it wasn’t a difficult question. You just wasn’t sure on how you’d reply, there was so many things you’d wanted to ask him yourself.

“Nothing much, exams after another. Sometimes i’d have a girls night out with my friends. I still go to work, so what’s new?”

Jungkook only nods his head before taking a puff of his blunt, letting the smoke spill from his mouth. And since the car windows were up the car was clouded with smoke, the smell of weed and whatever else he was smoking was making you feel like you were high.

“Here,” jungkook hands you the blunt with half lidded eyes.

Shaking your head in response you began to push the blunt back his way, “Jungkook I don’t—!”

“Just fucking take it.” He shoves the blunt into your hands, as you gulp down at it. Never to once have you smoked and never planned to, jungkook on the other hand was always on cloud nine here and there.

Taking a quick puff, you found yourself coughing violently as you handed the blunt back to jungkook who chuckles at your actions.

“Atta girl, that wasn’t so hard was it?” You could barley nod since you were trying to get the tabacco taste buds off your tongue, Jungkook fights the urge to grin but fails.

You were fed up, with Jungkook’s ways and how he would always find ways to find you, or how you would always crawl back to him like a kicked puppy. It was time to actually end this, for both of your sakes.

“I can’t do this with you.” You say, trying your hardest not to fall victim of his twisted mind games again.

Jungkook puts the blunt out of its misery before staring at you, he’s about to tell you a bunch of lies and manipulate you into giving in because he knows how naive you are. He won’t admit during those three months without you contacting him drove him crazy, the thought of someone else having you didn’t sit right with him.

Only he was able to have you, and if he couldn’t have you then no one could.

“You sleeping with someone?!” Jungkook lets his thoughts get the best of him, he knows the answer to that question. After all jungkook is the one who took your virginity when you both were still in a relationship.

“Why do you care? It’s none of your business Jungkook.” You found yourself frowning deeply at his conclusion.

Jungkook kissed his teeth, “It is my business, don’t just go around opening your legs for anyone that isn’t me.” You wanted scoff, tired of his harsh words slapping you in the face.

You were so deep in thought you hadn’t noticed jungkook hopping in the back seat, a deep sigh left his lips as he sat on the seat while manspreading. “Come back here with me.”

Shaking your head as you realize the reason why you left him in the first place puts you back on track, “No. our conversation is over, im heading back inside. Go home Jungkook.”

“You tryna to run back to your lil boyfriend or sum? Because why the rush?”

You sigh, “You know what, fuck you, im leaving.” As you reach the car door handle to open the car door, you find it locked.

“It’s pointless,” Jungkook shrugs, “Just come back here so we can talk, that’s all I want.”

In a swift motion Jungkook grabs your arm, causing you to halt your movements. You give him one of your best death glares possible, but it doesn’t faze him at all. In fact, it only turns him on like the horny dog he is.

It’s been a while since you’ve had sex, but you didn’t mind since you weren’t a sex addict like jungook is, when you two were in a relationship sex was always involved every two seconds. The moment you lost your virginity to him everything changed, sure, he was able to keep his dick in his pants for a certain amount of time but that was only it.

He wasn’t that entirely bad, just dealing with a little trauma from when he was a kid. He had told you about how his mother would have different men at their house when he was young, or how she would beat him if things didn’t go her way some sort.

You were there for him every step of the way, and then there’s just you. The pretty little naive and innocent girl who got good grades and didn’t really socialize with anyone.

But that all changed the moment Jungkook laid eyes upon you, it started with an innocent date. Then it turned into something more when you decided to give your body to him, your way of showing him how much you loved and cared about him.

But as time went by he started to change, not liking you with other people—not even your own mother. He completely made you loose all contact with your family, he felt as if you didn’t need them and only needed him.

And you being the naive person you were, you agreed with his actions and let him do what was best in order for both of you to be happy.

It had gotten so bad that he almost completely shut you off from the world, but thankfully for your mother doing what a mother does best, stepping in when their child is making wrong decisions, told you to lose all contact with him and move forward with your life. Do something that will actually take you somewhere other than tolerating a toxic boyfriend.

A hot one at that.

“Okay,” You gave in entirely as you crawled into the backseat with jungkook, that was all Jungkook had wanted the moment he showed up at your doorstep.

You were once again wrapped around his finger, looks like your efforts went to vain, curse jungkook for being so sexy even in his ‘I don’t give a fuck’. outfit. You couldn’t help but feel butterflies in your stomach when he helped you crawl into the backseat.

Expecting to sit next to him, Jungkook pulls you by your waist as you plop down onto him. Completely Straddling his lap without much effort.

You stared at jungkook for a moment before trying to get off his lap, but he keeps you in place.

“Don’t move, just let me..” Jungkook trails off the moment he’s met with your trim lace tank top while your nipples is slightly visible through the white fabric towards his face. “Fuck, you’ve gotten way too sexy after three whole fucking months.”

It wasn’t a lie, you have gotten sexier, your hour glass body and long hair with your smooth light skin didn’t make it any better. And by now you could feel the large bulge that forms on Jungkook black sweatpants through your thin black pajamas shorts.

You only giggle when his large hands trail up your sides and ass, his hands slowly and carefully eases it’s way up underneath your tank top. Feeling your bare breasts, though a soft moan doesn’t fail to escape your plump pink lips, Jungkook eyes darkened the moment he hears you moan.

“Jungkook,” You moan a little louder the moment he gives your breasts a little squeeze.

“You know what,” Jungkook kisses his teeth, “Fuck it.” You automatically knew what he meant by that, quickly lifting yourself up from his lap to remove your shorts including underwear all together, jungkook slightly pull down his sweatpants just a little to pull out his huge cock.

Normally Jungkook would’ve used a condom and preped you, but you both were caught in the moment and it was too good to stop now.

You’re dripping wet the moment the tip of his cock is angled towards your pussy, who would’ve thought the outcome would be like this, you in the car with your supposedly ex boyfriend who shows up at your door. Looking awfully sexy while he only asks to talk.

You should’ve known this would turn out like this, another reason why it was so goddamn hard to leave this man, no doubt about it that he was a sex god. Naturally good in bed, showed you how a real man is supposed to treat you in bed, and you were hooked the moment his tongue did wonders to your clit the first time.

You were cut out of your thoughts the moment you feel Jungkook thrusting upwards, causing you to jolt, following with a yelp.

“Don’t back out on me now, Y/N.”

It’s the first time in three months without you both seeing each other since he’s said your name, though it would be on occasions when you would catch him slipping.

With you bouncing violence on his cock, as jungkook somehow snakes his hand around your neck slightly squeezing it to gain your undivided attention. You squeal, not expecting him to do that so suddenly, But when he looks at you with those dark eyes of his it’s quickly forgotten about.

“What did i tell you?” Jungkook’s voice is deeper than usual, and it’s not because he smoked a blunt a few minutes ago.

As if you were a trained dog, you responded, “T-to look at you when you’re talking to me-!”

Jungkook chuckles, “Wrong, you look at me while I’m fucking you regardless.” You let out a cry when you feel his other free hand shot down at your sensitive clit. While you still bounce on his cock.

“Ugh, Jungkook.” You whined out, trying to hild onto something as he thrusts harder and faster, by now, if people were to walk past the car they’d probably be disturbed by the vehicle rocking back and forth violently. Or a hand print against the window while moaning and groaning are heard.

But thankfully, it was midnight.

Jungkook gives your perky nipples some attention while you sob out his name like a prayer, your tits bounce in his face, he’s occupied by them and their softness.

You grab onto his hair before tapping violently on his back, “Stop, im gonna come.”

He ignores you, which your not bothered by, but what does bother you is how he nor you decided to bring a condom, well of course not, none of you didn’t think that you’d be having sex in the back of a car—late at night.

“You see Y/N, no one can fuck you like i can.”

You could only respond with a cry, as jungkook pounds into you—while you’re still on top of him. “Go ahead, cum all over me you slut.”

And what seemed like forever you finally came undone on top of jungkook who still fucks into you, he could feel you clenching around his cock tightly which slightly prevents him from thrusting upwards. As he cums deeply inside of you, not even asking if you’re on the pill.

Both of you are fucked out, and overstimulated from the pleasure. Jungkook looks at you with a lazy smile on plastered across his face, which you mirrored.

“Fuck, i needed that.” Jungkook sighs in content, but he’s still hard and you know it won’t be enough for him.

After three months without sex, Jungook was sure he’d get blue balls. Looking at your fucked out state he admires the mess he made, how he was the one to get you to look like that.

“Round two?” You found yourself nodding, it’s to late to regret anything. You already madw your decision, to go back with Jungkook, no matter how many times he lies to you it wouldn’t matter. You’ve come to the conclusion of that’s just how he is at this point.

But secretly, you loved it when he would tell you those sweet lies. That’s just how it is at this point.

“Yeah, round two.” Jungkook then takes off your tank top revealing your bare chest.

Because after all, no matter what he does, you’ll always come crawling back to him like the good little girl you are.

Just two toxic people who were made for each other.