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mxblurps · 1 year

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[6:54 pm]

jungkook came over today to hang out with you, because you’ve been stressed all week with work and exams. he brought you your favorite snacks and put on the movie series the two of you have been binging. you later pause to heat up some food, and walk back in to see him taking pictures of himself. you steal his phone quickly, and start taking silly pictures with him. the two of you glanced at each other quickly, noticing how close your face was to him. your cheeks flushed, and he started to move in slowly. you’ve always loved your best friend, but never knew he felt the same way. soon enough, his lips were on yours, and you were in heaven. here’s to this new chapter.

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fentyjjk · 8 months

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synopsis outside freestyle by raahiim

warnings stalking, unprotected sex, unintentional (?) voyeurism (they fuck against a car outside), y/n is delusional, jungkook is stressed

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Freedom.

He was free of you. Free from your chaotic bullshit. Jungkook knew before getting into a relationship with you that you loved hard and that you bore some trauma from your previous relationships, but more importantly your relationships went bad because of them, your partners. You were never the problem. You were an angel among a bunch of disguised devils. Jungkook once thought the same, you were too good for him, he didn’t deserve you. But you showed him time and time again that you loved him, that he, for some inexplicable reason was worthy of that love.

But your love wasn’t always amazing. Sometimes it was jealous, bitter, obsessive, insecure. You were still reeling from your last relationship when Jungkook asked you out, but you agreed to let him take you out, allowed him to court you—and then you were together. It was cute at first. Wherever he went you were there, puppy love at its finest, maybe the honeymoon phase. Years later that same love began to feel smothering. Jungkook felt suffocated by your presence. He would try to express that to you lightly, calmly, but you always blew it out of proportion. And finally after years of your obsessive borderline abusive behavior he stood his ground and left you.

A simple text marked the end of four years together.

The love of my life: We’re done. You can keep my clothes and whatever else belongs to me at your place or donate them, burn them. I don't care. Don’t contact me again.

Jungkook liked to think you were a lone daisy in a sea of dead flowers, but you weren’t. You were the harsh sun killing all things beautiful. You were evil, obsessed. Jungkook was no stranger to you popping up at his job, his home, places he went to. It’s like you knew how to break him, because right now he’s unblocking you, calling you.

“Get off my property, Y/N.” You smile at the sound of his voice, caressing your fingers over the diamond necklace he brought you.

“Hi, Kookie.” You breathed into the nickname elated that your antics made him unblock you. It only took locking yourself inside his work break room, threatening the girl he was talking to and countless nights parked outside his home for this simple olive branch, but it meant a lot. Your efforts paid off after all. “I miss you… why don’t you come out here? We need to talk about us.” You trailed on focusing on his silhouette pacing his living room through his windows.

“There is no us, Y/N. We’ve been broken up for two months.” You rolled your eyes, your grip tightening on your necklace, grounding you. Jungkook wanted space so you gave him that you didn’t “break up”, no. He’s being dramatic.

“Jungkook, do you want me to make a scene?” Your voice dropped an octave and he stopped pacing, frustratedly pulling at his hair. You’d made a few scenes, his neighbors that would once greet you with warm smiles would now glare at your car in his driveway as you honked over and over again playing obscenely loud music late at night all in an effort to get Jungkook to pay attention to you.

“I’ll call the cops.”

“I’ll lie.” Jungkook scoffed.

“Lie about what?” He spit.

“Assault, pregnancy, anything. Kook, you’re not getting rid of me. You know I got that flimsy ass paper, did you really try and get a restraining order against me, baby?” It didn’t work, obviously. If there was one thing Jungkook liked about you it was how established you were, the connections you had everywhere.

In court as well.

“Y/N, please leave me alone,” he begged dropping down onto his couch in defeat.

“Are you done being difficult?” You murmured boredly, “why don’t you open the door, hm?” You change your tone to something softer, cuter. The voice you talked to him in when you first started dating, when things were good.

“Go the fuck away, Y/n!” Jungkook yells, your hand moved on its on; teasingly hovering over the middle of your steering wheel a loving (sadistic) smile playing at your lips when your nails brushed across the faux leather.

“Baby, don’t be like th—“ click. He… he fucking hung up on you. Scoffing you called him again—straight to voicemail. You called again the voice you’d grown accustomed to reaching your ears, “This caller cannot be—“ you hung up flinging your phone into the seat across from you. The first press of your horn he ignored, the second, he left the living room, the third you didn’t let up you held your hand still letting the loud blaring noise ring out into the night. “Come on, Kookie…” A minute had gone by the neighbor’s next door front porch light flickered on then the same happened on the other side of Jungkook’s house. You stopped, sinking into your seat as one his neighbors peeked outside angrily rubbing into her eyes as she looked around to find the culprit. She wobbled back inside her home slamming her door and you went back to it honking again and again.

Jungkook was losing his mind. You wouldn’t go away, you wouldn’t stop honking. It wasn’t like other nights when you’d honk and wait and then honk a few more times in a row and stop, wait for him to react, no, you wouldn’t take your hand off the horn tonight. He unblocked you once again calling you back.

“Hi, baby—“

“Y/n, I swear to God if you don’t leave right now—“

“What?” You said amused, egging him on, “what will you do, huh?” His eye twitched as you chuckled.

“Y/n, don’t make me drag your ass off my property.”

“I’d like to see you try, we haven’t touched in so long—well, except when I visited you at work.” Visit? He almost laughs, you make it sound so casual; as if you were his lover and just stopped by his job. That’s probably what you actually think, that thought alone makes him feel sick.

It happened a little over a month ago, seven days after he texted you that it was over. You showed up at his job and he quietly tried to make you leave, desperately pleaded with you. “Not at my job, Y/n, please, please they just promoted me, Y/n.” He had it—you under control until his coworker, Uri, his overly friendly coworker whom you hated even while with Jungkook came over questioning you. “Didn’t you two break up? Wah, you’re really crazy, Y/n.” You charged at her and Jungkook dragged you into the breakroom. You let him, his touch was so warm, so inviting. Once he set you down on your own two feet you kissed him. Well, you tried to. He shoved you away insisting that you two were over with.

You dropped to your knees gingerly touching his thighs and for a second that look—that desire he always had for you no matter how toxic you were passed over his eyes. But then it was gone and he was stepping away. You took off your top, he left the room. So you locked yourself inside. It wasn’t until hours later did Jungkook find out what you had done.

None of his fellow employees could get inside the break room. A line of annoyed and amused workers caught his attention on his way to the bathroom. He was stifling laughter himself as he heard moaning, immediately he assumed two horny employees couldn’t keep it down in the breakroom. At that moment he didn’t understand why his coworkers were eyeing him when he approached the group until he heard his name. “Ah, Jungkook! Yes!” His cheeks flushed. That was you. He knew how you sounded especially when you were being fucked—were you being fucked?

He got inside the room after his boss Namjoon dismissed the crowd and told Jungkook to not so subtly handle his shit. You never stopped moaning loudly, it was embarrassing. And once he was in he saw you naked, legs spread on top of one of the circular tables as you pumped your fingers in and out. The same look, lust, passed over him. It was so surreal what you were doing that it turned him on, the dirtiness of it all was hot. But it disgusted him just as much. Your moans and touchy behavior was revolting and as he redressed you with much difficulty he made sure to let you know that. “You fucking slut-“ He sneered.

“Mmm say it again, I think I almost came.”

“Coming to my job, are you kidding me, Y/n?! This is my work place!” You nodded along touching his chest as he tried to slid on your panties. After picking you up and physically kicking you out you waited at his car—you were a parasite driving the happiness out of him, the life out of him. He hasn’t been able to live down the jokes at his job or the bewilderment from his older coworkers. Namjoon was kind enough to not fire him after he explained his situation in lengthy detail, but he was warned: “If something like this happens again, I’ll be forced to fire you, Mr.Jeon.”

And now here you were trying to embarrass him, again. Different crowd, same shameful crazy ex-girlfiend behavior.

“Don’t make me come outside, Y/n—“ you honked.

“What? Sorry, I didn’t catch that.”

“Y/n-“ honk. “Let me speak—“ you honked again. Across the street another porch light came to life. He tossed his phone onto his bed muttering curses as he exited the house. You were estatic, beaming even as he stalked towards you a dark look looming in his eyes, but you welcomed it, got out of the car arms wide.

“Hi, baby–“ you choked as he gripped your neck pushing your body back against the car. You couldn’t breathe.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?! I don’t want anything to do with you!” You could barely croak out a response as his grip got tighter, cutting off your air supply completely.

“Kook-“

“When will you get it, huh? When?!” He was screaming in your face not once letting up on the grasp he has on your neck forcing your nape to dig painfully into the top of your car. “Why can’t you just leave me the fuck alone?!” Jungkook was seething, yelling at you, yes, but you knew him well.

Jungkook used to box earlier in your relationship. He said it was a way to release anger… but then he had you. He said he prefers taking his anger out on you then going to the boxing center he used to frequent. He would fuck you hard and like the good girlfriend you are (were) you took it. And you’d take it now as well.

Once he finally stopped shouting at you, you stroked his wrist. He pulled away recoiling at your touch, but you yanked his hand forward putting it back onto your neck a sadistic smile decorating your lips as you forced him to hold you like that again, you really were crazy. You were smiling at him even though blemishes of his hand was imprinted on your light brown skin.

“Its okay, you can take it out on me.” The look wasn’t there, the desire wasn’t displayed on his face. The look he was giving you was somewhere between creeped out and pure anger. But only the ladder could get you what you wanted. “I love you, Jungkook, and you love me, why don’t we stop this back and forth, hm?” You widened your eyes in faux innocence blinking up at him. His grip tightened on his own and you dropped your hand.

He’s in your face, repulse tainting his every word as he spoke, “I want nothing to fucking do with you, you’re going to leave me alone, Y/n, or else.”

“Or else what, baby?”

“I’ll fucking kill y—“ you shut him up with a kiss, tightly pressing your lips to his and in an expected turn of events he didn’t push you away. His grip got tighter, but he was kissing you back holding you still by the hold on your neck and aggressively shoving your jeans down with the other. “You disgust me,” he spit out between kisses biting your lower lip, “everything about you disgusts me,” he says again as you moan, rutting into his hand when he cups your heat. You were already wet, no surprise there.

His words heavily contradict his actions as he spun you around pressing his hard length to your panty clad ass. “So fucking nasty,” he twitched as he placed himself between your cheeks thrusting forward. “God, I hate you so much.” Hate that you can’t leave me alone, you think as he continues humping your ass. You moan when he switches the position; this time his bare length thrusting between your thighs rubbing your clit.

“Kook, please fuck me.”

“Shut the fuck up,” he groans gripping your hips and pulling you back, as if he’s really fucking you. “F-fuck—fuck you.” He doesn’t sound angry nor sincere, just horny. Your shirt comes off next, sort of. His tattooed hand pulls your shirt down and your bra as well without unclasping it properly. He pushes you further into your car, your breasts rest against the cool glass of your windows. “Fucking slut,” he remarks pulling down your wet underwear, the thin material soaked in your arousal.

“K-Kook ple—“

“Fucking shut up!” His hand is back on your neck as he thrusts forward slipping inside you. You can’t think, can’t say you love him, you feel so full, too turned on to think straight. The drag of his thick cock is the only thing you can focus on, every vein imprinting itself into your velvety walls. “Fuck, how’re you so tight? I’ve fucked you so many times and you’re still so damn tight.” He emphasizes each word with each movement of his hips, each thrust sharper than the last each movement causing him to grip your neck tighter and tighter.

“L-love you—fuck!” He lands a hit to your ass efficienctly shutting you up. Everythings hot, minus the glass against your tits, his hand on your neck is burning, his chest against your back is scorching. It’s all so hot.

You’re close, he is too. His thrusts turn sloppy and lose rhythm. The grip on your neck is released when he places both hands on your hips pulling you back and forth on his cock like his own living breathing fuck toy. The sound of skin meeting skin rings out into the night only pushing you further to the edge. Anybody could be watching, listening; any of Jungkook’s neighbors that woke up could see you two, record you.

“I-I”m gonna come,” You tell him, the smack of his balls against your swollen clit has you shaking, your creamy arousal beginning to ring around his cock.

“Hate you,” he grunts as he spills inside you, usually he’d make sure you come first then he would, but you don’t mind the change—that is until he steps away from you, his seed dribbling down onto your thighs. He didn’t let you come… at all. “Leave.” He says coldly, pulling his sweats back on. It’s suddenly cold, the night breeze brushing across your skin raising goosebumps. His warmth is gone, his words sinking in. He used you, but it's fine.. right? You’ll take anything Jungkook gives you, right?

Then why do you feel like crying?

You hastily pull your jeans back on and fix your top, facing him. He just stares at you as if you’re some bother to him, some nuisance like he didn’t just take you a few moments ago against your car. “Jungkook—“ he walks away from you and you frown following him. “Where are you going?”

“To bed,” he says clearly annoyed. Once he reaches his door with you hot on his tail he spins towards you. “Fuck off.” You’re guessing that’s his form of goodnight because then he slams the door in your face.

And suddenly you don’t just feel like crying, you do.

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bangtan-radio · 1 year

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Thanks alot Saguion for Putting about him in Such Good Words.. All the Best for your future journey and explores about Jungkook💜💜 -------------------------------------------------- Like, Comment and Share Follow for more videos: @_bangtan_radio #jeonjungkook #saguion #jeonjungkookbts #btsjeonjungkook #dreamersfifa #dreamers2022 #전정국💜 (at BTS - OT7) https://www.instagram.com/p/ClyDblnv8rE/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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eroskky-virt · 1 year

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messyshades · 1 year

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lastmanstandin · 4 months

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Boombastic - Shaggy || Mr. Lover lover JUNGKOOK || Trending tiktok song ...

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exo-btsgamgi · 2 years

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Jungkook always speaks so highly of Namjoon 🥺🥰 • I was @jinsalanghae with 38K but it was taken down 💔 ♥ Collection @rachel_jin92 ♥ __ From: Slide 1: 5th Muster in Busan Slide 2: 2020 Bangtan Bomb Slide 3 : In the Soop S1 Ep. 1 Slide 4: Run BTS Ep. 148 Slide 5: Run BTS Ep. 149 Outro credit: cry4kim & jeonkerr on TT Follow me @Jinsalanghae7 for more 💜 ‼️𝐆𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 🌸 “Your presence can give happiness. I hope you remember that.” ~ Jin ☆•* ☆•* ☆•* ☆•* ☆•* #btsjeonjungkook #namjoonedit #kimnamjoonbts #bt21koya #jeonjungkookbts #jungkookbts #btskimseokjin #jungkookmemes #btskookie #btstwt #namkook #jungkookedits #kimseokjinbts #btsmeme #lilmeowmeow #yoonkook #btstweets #btsfunnymoments #btstwitter #memebts #btsthreads #btsmemes #btsthread (at BTS ARMY) https://www.instagram.com/p/CZ1uHz5Fxcn/?utm_medium=tumblr

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zan-97 · 3 years

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This baby is amazing 💜 #jungkookie #jungkookjeon #jungkook #jungkooktattoo #jungkookbts #btsjungkook #kookie #btskookie #jeonjungkook #jeonjungkookbts #btsjeonjungkook #bunny #🐰 #justinseagull #maknaebts #maknae #btsmaknae #talent #bts #bangtanboys #bangtansonyeondan #전정국 #정국 #구기 #방탄소년단 #방탄소년단정국 #bts_saranghae_ (at Bali, Indonesia峇里島) https://www.instagram.com/p/CQygfc6lK9k/?utm_medium=tumblr

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orangeseoks · 4 years

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Trouble Maker // j.jk

part two - part one here

[ disclaimer! ]

this is of pure fiction and is NOT to be taken seriously!

genre ;; fluff, smut, angst | hybrid au

pairing ;; jungkook x reader, hybrid!jk x reader, (kinda) namjoon x reader.

notes ;; jungkook is a horny mf, reader is a virgin *cOuGh*, mentions of abuse, a few fights happen here and there, namjoon is a complete dork, (y/n) and namjoon are besties uwu, eventual smut, jk randomly finds porn, masterbation, (y/n) fights with her family + daddy issues, highschool is hard, jk has a virgin kink, surprise heats, jk has wet dreams (ovo; ).

warning ;; there may be quite a bit of fob in here, idk

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Shivering, I clutch the bags in my hands tightly, waiting silently for Namjoon to return from the bathroom - I kinda wish the shopping centre didn’t have toilets located outside of the large building. Maybe it was so its easier for costumers of the clothes store to access a restroom without having to waddle back inside?

I shrug the thought away with a huff, watching a cloud of smoke appear in front me, “hurry up Namjoon.” I whisper to myself, shifting awkwardly from foot to foot, “first a bus stop and now outside a public restroom?” A voice chuckles - instantly catching my attention.

“O-Oh, um! I’m actually waiting for a friend of mine, he’s - you know..” Smiling awkwardly, I sniff and look up at the person speaking. “Wait, bus stop?” My mouth literally hangs open at sight of the person standing before me. “Your the guy from last night, right?”

The man nods, giving me a wide smile, “so, do you need help carrying those bags?” He asks out of the blue, fiddling with his beanie before gazing back at me. Clearing my throat awkwardly I shake my head, “no I’m fine. My friend, he should be out soon.”

“You sure? It looks like you’ve been standing out here for awhile, your lips are practically blue, you know?” I instantly gasp, transferring some bags from one hand to the other to touch my lips. “No way! They aren’t are they? Please tell me your lying!”

Panic washes over me as I rub furiously at my lips, attempting to warm them with the constant friction. The man before me merely laughs at my actions, “it was a mindless joke. Don’t be so serious,” he chuckles, shifting in his spot to lean against a pillar. I huff and drop my hand to my side, “that wasn’t funny.”

The man hums, eyeing me up and down with a questionable look, I gulp at his odd action and avert my gaze from him. “Are you always filled with so much anxiety?”

What?

Raising an eyebrow, I glance at the man, “sorry?” I retort, grasping tighter onto the bags in my hands. The mans quirks a brow, wetting his lips before speaking yet again; “you’re always so anxious. Its intoxicating,” he says. Confusing me even more, fazed I blink once - twice.

What?

“Nevermind,” he utters, scuffing the toe of his shoe on the concrete beneath him. Nodding, I glance at the mens bathroom, relieved to finally see Namjoon walking out; his hands tucked neatly into the pockets of his coat.

“Ah, (Y/n), sorry to keep you waiting - there was a, erm, a line.”

“Its fine, c-can we just go? Its really cold,” Namjoon nods slowly, his eyes flickering towards the man lent against the pillar. “Did something happen?” He asks, taking a handful of bags from me. I simply shake my head and smile, “no.”

“You sure-”

“Nothing happened, he was just keeping me company while you were busy.”

Namjoon hums, “okay. Thanks man,” he murmurs the last part, walking off leaving me to trail behind him. The faint echo of the mans goodbye filling the oddly quiet parking lot.

Waddling back into my small home, I dump the bags I was carrying onto the couch, flopping lifelessly onto the floor with a faint oh my god. I’d purchased so much while out with Namjoon, maybe a bit too much.

My poor wallet.

Sighing, I roll onto my back and stare up at my boring ceiling, “your bunny (Y/n).” Namjoon sputters from above me, crouching over my thighs and holding the wriggling rabbit in his hands. “Found him buried under your kimono, he wouldn’t stop smelling the damn thing.”

Giggling, I take Jungkook from his hands, placing him onto my chest - the ball of fur quickly hopping over to my neck and beginning to sniff and lick the area. “Gosh you,” I say between laughs, “you’re so clingy.”

“He likes you.. alot, I think I’m jealous.” Namjoon laughs, walking into the kitchen to boil the jug. Grinning, I sit up, being sure to keep Jungkook in his spot since he seems to comfortable there. “Is that a confession Mr Kim?”

Snicking, Namjoon leans against the tall island between the kitchen and living room - his brows raised. “Its whatever you want it to be,” he says, tossing me a wink. I instantly break into a fit of giggles, a raging blush colouring my cheeks.

“Fuck you,” I shriek, listening to the jug flick off, Namjoon shuffling toward it and pouring the hot water into his cup. “Can you make me a hot chocolate please,” I ask. Pecking Jungkook’s forehead gently, “yeah.” Is all Namjoon says in response. I thank him in return, deciding to gently run my fingers through Jungkook’s fur.

Dumb move.

Flinching, the bunny in my warmth drops from his spot and into my lap with a grunt, frowning I pick him back up and coo, “sorry my little baby.” I apologise, noticing Namjoon walking over with both our drinks, I mouth a thank you and take my mug from his hand.

“So,” Namjoon starts taking a long sip of his drink, “who was that guy earlier?” Sighing, I look up at Namjoon from my drink, “an acquaintance? I dunno, we only met last night.”

“Where?”

“At the bus stop.”

“The bus stop?” He gawks, leaning forward in his seat, “yes! The bus stop, I was sitting and eating!”

“Seriously? You could’ve waiting until you came home,” Namjoon spits gulping down his drink with a sigh. “True, but I - I dunno, he seems like a nice guy anyways.”

Nodding, Namjoon settles into his seat, completely relaxed, “he kinda gives off this weirdass vibe - you know?”

“Oh, so now you read vibes?” I jokingly press, a grin crossing my features - “no you idiot. Just something about him reeks of mystery, lies.” He retorts with a huff, “its like he’s hiding something under all his charm or whatever.”

“Boring~!” I complain, placing my cup beside me and laying on the flat of my back, “no wonder why you’re failing your exams.”

“Hey!”

Rolling my shoulders back with sigh, I wave Namjoon off as his car pulls out into the road - leaving me alone in the cold night air. Shivering, I rub my arms and make my toward the unit, “was that your boyfriend?”

Jumping, I glare up at my sister, her phone clutched tightly in her hand - an ugly pimple coming exposed when she turns her head slightly.

“No you dumbass, it was Joon; we finished my project and went shopping.”

I watch as my sister raises a brow at me, “so when are you going to kiss him?”

“Ew, what the fuck!?” I screech, making a puking motion with my hand, she merely laughs. “Whatever, dad said to get your ass inside.”

With a scoff, I walk back to the unit, slamming my door shut and locking it - pulling the curtains behind. “Jungkookie~!” I call, the small bunny I’d called for instantly running over to me, my kimono dragging behind him.

“Wahh,” I coo, sitting on my knees as Jungkook engulfs my legs with his - his ears twitching and rubbing against my bare skin. I giggle and pick him, pressing a chaste kiss atop of his head.

He flinches and lowers his ears over his face somewhat, “ah is my Kookie shy?” I sing, kissing him again.

And again.

I kiss him to the point I end up laughing my brains out; so here I lay on the ground, cradling the male bunny in my arms as the final set of giggles pass my lips.

“I hope you’ll like your new home, Kook.”

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laurajournal · 3 years

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JUNGKOOK SPREAD✨🐰💫

Oh my god It’s my dearest Jk’s birthday!!!

I wish him all the best, he really is my euphoria

I love him with my whole heart💘

#bullet journal #bts jeon jungguk #jeon jungkook #bts jungshook #bts kookie #bts jk #bts spread #bts journal #btsbulletjournal #btsjk #btsjeonjungkook #jeonjungkook #happy birthday jeon jungkook #bujo bts #bangtan #jkedit #btsedit #mine

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fentyjjk · 8 months

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synopsis numb to the feeling by chase atlantic

warnings dacryphilia, college drabble, jungkook is lowkey toxic, y/n’s a pretty crier, mentions of sex

songathon m.list

There’s something wrong with him.

There is no way in hell, you standing there in just your underwear as you attempt to get him to date you—or wait, was it driving you home? lt doesn’t matter, the point is you're barely clothed and your makeup is running as tears spill from your waterline. Your lips have the slightest pout, Jesus Christ. You’ve never looked so hot to him. All the girls that have been with the infamous Jeon Jungkook can attest to how good the sex is and how hard it was to let that go. Its like he picked your brain for everything you liked, he’d study how you reacted to certain stimuli and mastered the technique in minutes. It was everything but heavenly, in fact it was sinful how fucking good it was.

And now he was letting you go, right after ruining you for all other men. Usually when girls beg and cry for him to give them a chance he’s bored and oddly enough having sex with you, he was bored during that. Your body was nothing special. You barely had anything going for you. Your ass and your tits were okay, not too big, but not small either. You had a little stomach, and the sex was average at best. Your attempt to ride him was decent, and your head game was good, but again nothing special. But this display of desperation, the teary eyes, the pouty lips.

Fuck.

He leans against the headboard examining you closely, it's so cute the way you clutch your shirt to your chest as if he hadn’t just seen every inch of your body bare.

The thought crosses his mind as your black tears stain your white shirt, he should fuck you again.

His cock stiffened as he beckons you forward with the ruse to comfort you. His arms wide, his smile as predatory as it is fake.

You don’t refuse his lips on yours or the subtle way he pushes your clothes away from your chest.

Or when he lays you down again.

You do refuse with teary eyes once again when he tells you to kick rocks and then he takes you to bed again and again. Something about your eyes and your face when you cry. He’ll never feel like this again. He’s numb to all the other girls that try to get him to give them a chance, but you, you’re special.

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