⇝ pairing: jungkook x fem!reader ⇝ summary: Whenever he flies back into town, your doorbell is the first he rings. When he has to fly out again, your bed is the last he lies in. However, you're not stupid. You know your ex-boyfriend, that also happens to be an up-and-coming professional boxer, Jeon Jungkook, doesn't come to you only. Unfortunately, you have no right to be jealous, not when you're the one that ended the relationship. ⇝ genre: angst // smut // exes with benefits ⇝ category: three-shot ⇝ warnings: explicit sexual content, toxic relationship, jealousy, possessiveness, unprotected sex ⇝ NOT SUITABLE FOR MINORS.

" 𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑙 𝑚𝑒. 𝑇𝑜𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑚𝑒 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝐼'𝑚 𝑔𝑜𝑛𝑛𝑎 𝑑𝑖𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑤." ©𝐵𝑜𝑟𝑛𝑡𝑜𝑓𝑎𝑖𝑙- 𝐷𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑢𝑝 𝑜𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚𝑠. #1 jungkookxreader #2 doctorxreader #1 Jimin #1 btsarmy #2 Kdrama #1 방탄소년단

Isadora Park was never meant to end up in Vegas. But when her mom sells the house and tells her to figure it out, she finds herself crashing on a futon above her dad's half-dead Korean BBQ joint, twenty-two, broke, and nowhere else to go. She thought the worst part would be working the grill in triple-digit heat. She was wrong. Turns out, her dad's restaurant is caught in the middle of a turf war, one between rival Korean kitchens, where bulgogi sizzles in the front and blood spills out back. Across the neon-lit strip mall, the enemy fires up their own flames, and at the center of it all is Jeon Jungkook, fast cars, faster fists, and a smile sharp enough to ruin a girl. Vegas is sex and sin. Smoke, money, and gasoline. And Isa's about to learn; in a city like this, everyone's got a role to play. Even the girl who was just supposed to be passing through.

"Full throttle isn't just for the tracks, darling." Jeon Jungkook Rich RACER x Maid AU.

In a world where magic defines worth, Lila was born with none...until the night she lost everything. After heartbreak and blood awaken the power she was never meant to have, Lila becomes something impossible, a girl made of shadow in a world of light. Desperate for answers, she follows her brother to Noxmere, a centuries-old academy where the walls remember, and some secrets refuse to sleep. There, she crosses paths with Jungkook her brother's brilliant, impossible best friend, whose light seems to draw out everything dark inside her. He's the school's golden boy. She's the mistake that shouldn't have been let in. But as Noxmere stirs and the line between light and shadow begins to blur, Lila begins to realize that power isn't what she thought it was. It's dangerous. Addictive. And hers may not belong to this world at all.

(paused, re-publishing) "push-ups are so much easier when you're under me, noona." He's younger. You should know better. You were supposed to be just his tutor - the responsible university student his mom trusted to keep him focused on schoolwork. But when Jeon Jungkook leans closer, calling you "noona" in that low, drawn-out way, knowing better becomes harder every day. high-school!jungkook x tutor!you au MDNI! tw: alcohol, sexual themes, age gap (M18, F21)

When Y/n is selected to pair up on a project with the university's former bad boy, anxiety takes over. But she never imagined that the change in his behavior had such a shocking reason. #1 imaginebts

❝You mean, both of us can get benefit out of this thing?❞ "That's literally the reason people call it FWB," he sighs, tired with your innocent ramblings. "FWB?" You question, confused. Shrouding your smirk behind the tilt of your head, you continue acting oblivious. "Friends-with-benefits, you know that, don't you?" The lines on his forehead show how bothered he was by this. Everyone your age ought to know friends-with-benefits, right? "That's really a lot considering you don't even treat me as a proper friend. Can't it be called something more simple? I don't want to feel like I'm taking benefit of somebody. We can call it sex exchange? Or sexchange?" You smile proudly, coming up with it on the spot. He remains numb, staring dead ahead like always. The familiar expression of his coldness replaces his handsome features once again. So cold, a learned shudder passes down your spine. He's a snowman, he's an iceberg, always so fucking cold. Your insides prick when the expression replaces the rare mood of him wanting to talk. Talking with him is no different than talking to an inanimate object. "Fine, sexchange." "So, you agree? You'll dat- fake date me?" "I'll fuck you. That's it." *** ➼ mature content. ➼ smuts, angst, fluff, love, softness, jealousy and a cold jungkook who can fuck you harder than he hurts you.

Everyone nicknamed him the Street Killer, not because he was a murderer but because he could take a man's dreams and crush them all in one night in the city. People were terrified of having their secrets exploited because they knew he would be coming. I never paid too much attention to the vandalism he wrote on small, business windows, the displays he created with his graffiti of the act of the secret the owner committed, and I wasn't scared of him either. That is, until he decided to pay my father's shop a visit one night. My father shut down his store, got a job at a factory, and didn't once try to regain his dream again. However, I was different from him. I was going to find the person responsible for hurting my father in such a way. It was only when I ran into him spray painting a café window that I decided to confront him. We took turns arguing until suddenly the police showed up, but it's not like anyone would think. Instead of arresting only him, they wanted to arrest me, too. And just like that, I was on the run with the person who ruined my father's dream. In the eyes of the public, I wasn't an eyewitness... I was an accomplice. 𓆩・༺ ꔫ ༻・𓆪 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬 🔞 𝐒𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: • ᴀʙᴜꜱᴇ • ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ • ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ • ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴄᴇ 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐝 ✓

"We only fuck. We can stop at any time. Just tell me when you will find someone else." "I will always choose my wife over you. I am just using you." He has never stayed to cuddle or talk after we've been intimate. The moment we finish, he's quick to gather his things and leave, disappearing back to her. Every time he walks away, it cuts deeply, leaving me feeling abandoned. It stings, yet I find a twisted comfort in this arrangement; at least I still get to see him, even if it's just for fleeting moments. I try to convince myself that it's better to have these brief encounters than to lose him entirely.