Yh: aahhhhhhhhhhhhh stop please, it's hurting . Jungkook : isn't this you want ? me fucking you. yn: I can't please . Jungkook : I waited enough , now be a good girl Attention: main lead is not good he is bad , so read on your own risk ⛔️ Everyone feared Jeon Jungkook. At only twenty-four years old, he was the youngest mafia boss in the country and the CEO of one of the largest companies in Seoul. Born into power, raised in blood, and destined to rule, Jungkook never had to ask twice for anything. Whatever he wanted was placed in his hands before the day ended. Money. Power. Respect. Fear. He had it all. With a loving family standing behind him, loyal men willing to die for him, and an empire built by generations before him, Jungkook ruled the city without mercy. Helping people? A waste of time. Kindness? A weakness. Love? Nothing but a distraction. He watched people suffer without feeling guilty. He watched enemies beg without feeling pity. And blood never made him look away. Then one evening, while sitting in the back seat of his luxury car, waiting for a traffic light to change, he noticed a girl. Not because she was beautiful. Not because she stood out. But because she was doing something he could never understand. Helping strangers. While everyone else walked past an elderly woman struggling with her groceries, she stopped. Without expecting anything in return. For the first time in years, Jungkook found himself staring. She wasn't fearless. She wasn't perfect. In fact, she got scared easily. She hated violence. She couldn't even look at blood without feeling sick. Yet somehow, the ordinary girl from an ordinary home managed to capture the attention of the most dangerous man in Seoul. A man who never cared. A man who never loved. A man everyone called the Devil. And once the Devil chooses something... He never lets it go.

Park YN is a walking menace. Sassy, fiercely independent. She leaves her peaceful life in Busan for the elite, fast-paced jungle of Seoul National University. She has a sharp tongue and zero intention of getting distracted. Jeon Jungkook. A dangerous legacy heir who treats the world like his personal playground and people like disposable entertainment. Her older brother, Jimin, gives her one golden rule: "Stay away from the Jeon Jungkook." But when a black sports car rolls into campus and those bottomless, arrogant eyes scan her, YN doesn't look away. She glares right back. For the first time in his life, Jeon Jungkook finds a puzzle he can't solve in thirty seconds-and the calm before the summer storm is officially over. . . . . . . HIGHEST RANKING 🥇#KIMTAEHYUNG

"I'm trying so fucking hard to be gentle, angel... but the way your tight little cunt keeps squeezing my cock...fuck!" Jeon Jungkook's voice was low and strained as he rolled his hips slowly, pushing his thick length deeper into her soaked heat. She was impossibly soft everywhere. Her walls fluttered and clenched around him like velvet, pulling him in greedily even as her body trembled from the stretch. Her hands clutched desperately at his shoulders, nails digging into his tattooed skin. Those big, innocent eyes were half-lidded and glassy, tears slipping down her flushed cheeks every time he bottomed out. Her breasts bounced softly with every thrust, full, perky, and so sensitive that even the brush of his chest against her hard nipples made her whimper. "So soft," he groaned, burying his face in her neck, inhaling her sweet scent. "Look at you... taking every inch like a good girl even though you're shaking. Your pretty pussy was made for this, wasn't it? Made to get ruined by me." She let out a broken moan, thighs quivering around his waist as she clenched tighter around him. The sight of her, shy, overwhelmed, and dripping wet just for him, made something dark and possessive twist deep in his chest. He kissed her tears away, then whispered against her ear. "Don't cry, baby... I'm only getting started."

I leaned into his body, holding onto him all scared he'd run away, but his body had softened around mine. "Are you okay?" He whispered, hand gently smoothing against my lower back. "Mhm," I replied, eyes dragging down to the fault lines of his stomach and I reached out, fingers brushing softly against the hard scars etched into his abs. I let out a small broken breath upon feeling the way his skin reacted to my fingers. "Jungkook," I bit my bottom lip, emotion racking through me as I continued to trace his scars. They weren't small. Some were thin and pale like faded scratches. Others were thicker, uneven lines that cut across his skin like lightning cracks through glass. My fingers moved slowly over them, careful, afraid they might reopen if I pressed too hard. "I don't like these, it breaks my heart." I admitted. He stayed silent, closing his eyes shut carefully like he was bracing himself. "Don't look at them," he said. "They don't matter." ・・・・・ ... 𝐎𝐑 𝐈𝐍 ׂ ׂ╰┈➤ You didn't know much about his existence until you got assigned together for a final Senior year project. Midnight, the boy who walks around with bruises and a mind too far gone to be polite. Or rather, Jeon Jungkook, the boy you found yourself doing anything to heal. Jeon Jungkook, the boy who crushed on you since the seventh grade and yet, he can't see himself having a strong enough future to be breathing in a year's pass although you insist it's time to runaway with him and leave every single problem behind. 🩹 |Dr*g addict Jungkook x Fem! Reader| [FIRST PERSON POV] Warnings: HEAVY ANGST(happy ending), HeAvy slow burn, trauma, physical harm caused by self and/or others, smut, language, violence, underage drinking, suicide attempts, DRUG CONSUMPTION , stupid fathers. Word count : 152k

Y/N grew up knowing she was never supposed to get too close to Jeon Jungkook-the ruthless mafia leader and her father's most powerful ally. At 34, Jungkook is cold, feared, and impossible to read. At 18, Y/N is the one person he refuses to treat gently. But when her father's life is threatened, Jungkook becomes her only protection. Forced to stay under his roof, Y/N begins discovering that behind his cruelty lies something far more dangerous: Feelings he was never supposed to have for his best friend's daughter. He was supposed to protect her. He was never supposed to fall in love with her.

She's sunshine; he's a storm. She talks too much; he doesn't talk at all. When an innocent maid stumbles into the dark world of a ruthless mafia boss, the line between danger and desire begins to blur. It's a tale you've heard before-just not quite like this.

'call me bunny one more time, and i'll f*ck you so hard you forget your own name.' in which jungkook needs help becoming more dominant, and you are just the woman for the job. ☆ | dom!kook x brat!reader | mature content | complete ☆ @bangtanbagels ~ 2023

Enemies to lovers ----- "So if I can't call you Ms. Y/N, what can I call you?", Jungkook randomly asked. "Just Y/N", you shrugged your shoulders. "Hmm, I think I'll choose better words like a brat or princess", he smirked. And he's back, a total jerk who was supposed to follow you around for God knows how long! ----- Start: May 1st 2020 End: January 30th 2021 -- Highest ranking: #1 in Jungkook!!! #18 in BTS!!! #8 in fanfiction!!! #7 in series!!! #11 in jeonjungkook!!! #38 in Kpop!!! #26 in Jungkook!!! #154 in fiction!!! #29 in enemiestolovers!!! - Recommend reading this in dark mode! 😙

To the rest of the world, Jeon Jungkook is untouchable. The cold, arrogant billionaire heir to the Jeon empire returned from his overseas exile sharper, more ruthless, and entirely unbothered by the legions of elite girls fighting for his attention. He is used to getting whatever he wants, whenever he wants it. To Y/N, he is a ghost from a childhood she is desperate to forget. As the daughter of the estate's personal driver, her life is dictated by strict, invisible boundaries. She is meant to be part of the architecture-invisible, quiet, and obedient in her simple servant's uniform. Their worlds are never supposed to collide. But when a casual glance at a crowded dinner table brings back a flood of buried childhood memories, Jungkook's detached boredom twists into something dark, sharp, and intensely possessive. ________ Four years ago, he was the spoiled heir who broke her pencils. Now, he's a dangerous stranger who controls her entire world. ~~~ Y/N: "Please... someone will walk in. Your mother, your friends-if anyone sees us like this, I'll lose everything." Jungkook: "Let them look." His hand slid up her waist, his thumb tracing a slow, burning line against her skin as he leaned down, his breath brushing her lips. "Let them see exactly who you belong to." ____

You kneel. Naked. Vulnerable. Bruised in places that only he sees. But he wants you that way unwrapped, stripped bare, exposed. Jungkook doesn't speak right away. He circles you like a predator, gloved fingers brushing the top of your head, teasing the line of your jaw. You feel the weight of his presence behind you, the thick scent of leather and desire, as suffocating as it is addictive. ~He moves to stand in front of you, hands placed confidently on his hips, staring down at your vulnerable form with burning intensity."Look at you... so beautiful all bruised up." His smooth, dangerous voice wraps around you like smoke. "Do you know why I keep you like this?"