❝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?

"You chose Jeon as your donor, and since none of his semen samples took, we've had to inform him, and he assured us that he stands by his policy." "His policy?" "Some donors have them. If three straws are used and none takes, he offers manual insemination." "Manual?" you ask because he can't possibly mean-"What do you mean 'manual?'" "To rule out bad batches and faults during storage, he offers to come here to do it manually if you want. Intercourse." ~~~ sperm donor!jk x f!reader

"There's always been only you for me." ──── ୨୧ ──── You are stuck in time, and Jungkook doesn't stop running from it until he eventually does, and you learn that grief doesn't wait for death, that love isn't all that dignifying. ──── ୨୧ ──── Tropes: Forbidden love, Angst, Smut, He falls first and he falls harder.

you seek out a vampire to help you with something. vampire!jk x sadgirl, blood donor!reader

❝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."

Pairing: Jimin / Reader (female) Genre: Fantasy / Enemies to Lovers / Princes of Hell!AU / Witch!AU Word Count: 41,774 Rating/Warnings: 18+ for sexual content. Fingering, dirty talk, oral (female), condom-less sex (with mention of other protection), breast play. Somewhat graphic injuries occur to main characters throughout the story. Summary: As penance for a crime committed long, long ago, the Witch Council banished you to the feared Tholoss forest. Your sentence was one hundred thousand days of solitude - or death, whichever came first. Your only hope of salvation comes from the demon names routinely sent your way; creatures who escape the inner circles of Hell and pose a threat to the mortal realms. For each demon you kill, days are removed from your sentence. For years you've existed, biding your time, until one morning you receive a name which throws your entire world into chaos: the name of Park Jimin, High Prince of Hell himself.

After sparking a sinful conversation on a dating app, you vow to yourself that you won't give in to more the notorious college fuckboy Jeon Jungkook might have to offer. That is, until he rings your doorbell just one night later - and it's truly not your fault that he's so damn hard to resist.

It started as friendship, turned to a casual fuck, then ended in heartbreak. Turns out, he wasn't who he said he was, and years later he enters your life again, forcing you to face all the emotions you'd been trying to bury. OR Officer Jeon looks really hot in his uniform and you wish you didn't hate him as much as you do. - genre: (undercover) Police Officer Jungkook; ex-fwbs; angst, smut (18+) - cop jungkook x (f.) baker reader - WARNINGS: blood and injury, minor character death, mentions of drug dealing, mentions of a raid, mentions of break-ins, stalking (nothing intense), foul language, explicit sexual content (oral, unprotected penetrative sex [please be safe!]), sex dreams, slight police officer kink (18+) Note: This story was written in 2021