[SHORTFIC] "Your body was made for me to split open." You've let worse men have you. Greying, powerful, shameless men who thought they were taking something, and you let them think that. Because it kept you ahead. It kept you in control. You just had to close your eyes to get through it. And every time you did, you pretended it was the same face, the same dark eyes, the same unbothered expression of a man who keeps his hands exactly where they're supposed to be. You've built a career on knowing exactly what men want from you. Jeon Jungkook is the first one you can't read. bodyguard!jungkook x idol!you. h e a v y angst. MDNI! drugs, alcohol, sex, mentions of trauma around sex, death.

next-door neighbor Jungkook doesn't mind lending you a bit of assistance however, to seal the deal, you give jungkook what he wants-your cunt. author 1 book.

To impress his skeptical friends and break free from a life of casual flings, he sets his sights on an unlikely candidate-you.

he liked the taste of your lipstick. collegecore!taehyung x you. tw: heavy angst.

"We dated for four years. What's one more week gonna do?" When you and Jungkook show up to your much anticipated graduation trip and realise neither of you had the guts to tell your friends about your recent break up, there's only one thing you can do to keep the trip from falling apart: pretend. But somewhere between fake kisses and real feelings, you start to wonder if letting go was ever the right choice at all. → ORIGINALLY POSTED ON TUMBLR ( @ggukivrse ) 041925 - 072025 | WC - 48.4k | COMPLETED © ɢɢᴜᴋɪᴠʀꜱᴇ

Author: kpopfanfictrash Genre: Fuck Buddies / Enemies to Lovers Pairing: Jungkook / Reader Synopsis: Born with a silver spoon in your mouth, you've done your best to rid yourself of the taste since you were old enough to walk. Occasionally though, your mother manages to rope you into an obligatory function - or a blind date with playboy billionaire, Jeon Jungkook. Jungkook stands for everything you loathe about the world you left behind, but you can't deny the spark of attraction between you. Intrigued by the promise of mutual satisfaction, you agree to one night in bed... and quickly realize you're in far, far deeper than you ever intended. Rating: 18+ Warnings: semi-public nudity, slight voyeurism, dirty talk (mention of a threesome, mention of restraints), nipple play, fingering, spanking, oral (male), face-fucking, multiple orgasms, slight possessiveness Word Count: Each Chapter will be around 10,000 words. Total series will be upwards of 100,000 words. Status: Ongoing

friendship rule number one: don't imagine how amazing your best friend's cock would feel inside you. except that's all you can think about after accidentally discovering taehyung's kink for panties. specifically, the lacy ones you're so fond of wearing. Pairing: Taehyung x Reader Genre: smut, fluff, a bit of angst Contains: college au, roommate au, childhood best friends to lovers, underwear kink, masturbation, fingering, oral (f), condomless sex, a lot of softness, a lot of dirty talk

'who are you?' he whispered, gazing at the beautiful creature. the moment he spoke, her eyes opened. and namjoon was done for. | namjoon x o/c | fantasy, romance, fluff, smut | completed: 15.07.2023 @bangtanbagels ~ 2023

Isadora Park ends up in the middle of Vegas and not by choice. Her mom sold the house. Her dad's got a BBQ joint with a body count and an open invitation she's been ignoring for years. But options are tight, and Isa is out of them. And nobody comes to Vegas clean, Isa just doesn't know that yet. Doesn't know that this city has sides, that her family's claimed one for twenty years. Doesn't know that the boy across the lot, burning like Vegas was built around him, has claimed the other. By the time she does, she's already on fire. Because what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas, that's what they say. Even the 3am secrets. Even the things two people do when nobody's supposed to know. Even a Romeo who deals in things that don't stay on the strip, and a Juliet who should know better than to love the smell of smoke. Two families, one ugly strip of Nevada asphalt, a grudge so old it's got roots neither of them can see the bottom of. She thought she knew how the story went. ... she didn't know the half of it.