'𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎, 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖. 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖-𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛.' 𝐮𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐟𝐲 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluff, humor, drama, smut, fb. • jjk x female!reader • enemies to lovers • fuck buddies • d͟i͟s͟c͟l͟a͟i͟m͟e͟r͟: please be reminded that members are purely used with visual purposes. this is a work of fiction merely written for entertainment purposes. be advised there's strong language, trauma issues, toxicity, violence, alcohol, kinks and 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙩 𝙨𝙚𝙭. 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: fuck buddies (because i wouldn't even call them 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 with benefits), psychological depth, smut, trauma, past toxic relationships, emotional avoidance, baggage 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 #1 fwb #1 jungkookxyou #16 sexualtension #4 collegeau #30 jeongguk #27 jkff

"can i kiss you in your special place?" p*rnstar!jungkook x you. mdni! sexual themes, soft corruption, alcohol.

every 'amen' came with his breath on your neck. priest!taehyung x you. tw: age gap, sexual themes.

...where the black cat that follows you home suddenly turns into a very hot, very muscular, very unhinged Korean man at the stroke of midnight. And so a crazy, chaotic journey begins through the streets of Soho to figure out what the hell happened to this man-cat. did someone say cinderella?

❝Stop judging me so hard, Mr. Jeon. People have 𝘴𝘦𝘹. Get over it!❞ "I'm not judging you; I'm judging him," his dark voice went traveling down your sweet panties. "He came in two minutes." "So?" Hot embarrassment. That's what is on your face. "I can fuck way better than that." He casually cleaned his firearm before putting it back in the holster. His formal shirt stretched over his muscular pecs, the on-guard position, and his always attentive eyes. Your bodyguard's sex appeal ran miles, and you had never not noticed. He made you feel hot. One wrong move from anyone towards you, and he looked like he would break and skewer limbs. You felt so...𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙙. So cared for. So his. "No one cares about how you fuck," you shoot back. He drops his eyes, a swishing glance at your body. Emotions hardly betrayed his face. He assessed me like he could see my body and feel me. Break down the actions of my young body and read them like an open book. "Your nipples tell a different story, babydoll."

❝You're never going to be my wife. Never going to be anything close to my Michae. You're just a fucking babysitter for Seol. Don't forget that,❞ he growled, pinning her down with a slewing glare. "Get out of my room." She quivered softly, her doe eyes blinking. "B-But didn't we marry?" Her tiny hands tightened on her plushie. "Marriage doesn't mean dogshit to me." He started pushing her out of his room because there was no way he was letting this freak sleep in here. Crazy childish bitch. "Issok, I'll make Seol a big good girl like me, then you'll like me too, Jungkookie." She grinned, innocent to his hate, and pressed an adorable kiss on his cheeks. "Wanna play-" He harshly shoved her out before she could finish and slammed the room's door shut. Stumbling, her cute little figure fell on the ground and her tushie hurt. "Ow! So mean. Hmph, I don wanna play wichyu too!" She stomped up and went to the other room while clutching on to the plushie for moral support. ... Jeon Jungkook finds himself in the trickiest situation of his life when his family falls in love with a 22 year old woman, who has little space syndrome, and selects her as his second wife. All he can muster up is hate and disgust when he looks at her. No doubt she is amazing with his daughter Seol. That didn't mean she was getting a space in his heart or actually be his wife. She happens to be the sweetest, kindest and adorable death to him, and a beam of sunlight in his bleak dark life. Whatever he had touched had broken down, now she was gifting her joyful touch to it and bringing it back to life. Against his wishes, she was playing with the strings of his heart too easily, without a single clue of being so effortlessly beautiful inside-out. In this unknowing whirl of bringing things back to life, she might have also touched Jungkook's heart and it was coming back alive. For her. Was this the start of falling in love all over again? Why was his cold-heart starting to beat yet again?

|𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐃| ❝We can't keep doing this.❞ ❝Try and stop me.❞ ━━━━━━━༻𝓑･𝓑࿔━━━━━━━ 𝗛𝗜𝗚𝗛 𝗦𝗖𝗛𝗢𝗢𝗟 𝗔𝗨 What starts as a sibling bond turns into a strong, forbidden attraction. As they secretly explore their feelings, they must navigate the complexities of a romance that challenges their family's expectations and societal norms, realizing that love doesn't always follow the rules.

"I don't share," he growled right into my ear, his heavy breath hitting the base of my throat. "I'm not yours." I hissed back. He stepped closer, a smirk appearing on his face like all he was feeling at this moment was amusement. My patience was thinning because he never tired of testing it all the time. "As long as you're carrying my name, you are, wife," he whispered, his gaze falling to my lips. Warning: This story contains mature language and scenes - discretion is advised

‧͙⁺˚･ ♪ dancing with our hands tied ♪ ‧͙⁺˚･ jjk x reader