Author: kpopfanfictrash Pairing: Jungkook / Reader Rating: 18+ Genre: Enemies to Lovers / College!AU Synopsis: Jeon Jungkook had messed with you for the last time. That was what you thought when the hockey team - led by the insufferable Jungkook - kicked your dance team out again from your reserved room at the gym. In retaliation, you planned a prank of epic proportions and were caught in the act by none other than Jungkook himself. Before the rift between you could grow any deeper, you accidentally overheard something you were not meant to hear. Something which overshadowed even your heated rivalry. Faced with the choice between obvious wrong and teaming up with your worst enemy - you reluctantly chose the latter. But what will you do when feelings you once thought of as hatred become something decidedly... not? Warnings: oral (male and female), nipple play, fingering, big cock, dirty talk, a TINY bit of degradation (maybe?), denied orgasm, light clit slapping, Jungkook has tattoos TW: blackmail, commentary on male/female power dynamics, college drinking Word Count: 42,435 Author's Note: This one shot was requested as part of my fundraising initiative for BLM. Know that this fight is not over and we still have tons of work to do. If you can still donate, please do so. If you're living in the US, ensure you're registered to vote at TurboVote.Org.

O N - H O L D ! By daylight, Professor Jeon Jungkook is sharp, controlled, exactly the man his students expect him to be. When the camera turns on and the helmet slides into place, something else awakens-something unrestrained, magnetic, and meant to stay unseen. Across campus, Y/n keeps her head down, quiet and diligent, secretly writing stories about the helmeted man whose videos the internet can't stop talking about. But between what she writes and what he hides, could there be a connection? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Disclaimer: This fanfiction is purely a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Images from Pinterest, all rights belong to their respective owners. Warning: This story contains mature content, including explicit scenes and strong language. It is intended for adult audiences only. Reader discretion is advised. Copyright Notice: All rights reserved. No part of this work may be copied, translated, or distributed without my explicit permission. If you enjoy my story, don't hesitate to leave a star and share your thoughts in the comments-I truly appreciate your support!

"Shh, crying isn't going to help you. It's just going to make me hard, princess." What happens when suddenly one night you travel back in time, a dangerously cruel yet good-looking king tells you that you're his wife and that he loves you, but does he really do? Or there's more secrets to unfold? _____ PLEASE DON'T READ IF NON-CON TRIGGERS YOU, I WRITE ABOUT IT DOESN'T MEAN I SUPPORT IT!! [ WARNING - mature content, non-con explicit scenes, gore and death ] ©ComfortKook

Jeon Jungkook, 30, is the CEO of Jeon Enterprises. Cold, arrogant, and infamous for being a playboy, he lives by money, power, and fleeting nights of pleasure. Marriage was never in his plans, but business and family pressure corner him into an arranged marriage with a 21-year-old ordinary student, Y/N. Y/N is nothing like the glamorous women Jungkook is used to. She's quiet, simple, and carries innocence that unsettles him. He never admits love, never shows affection openly-but whenever his eyes fall on her, his heart secretly turns into poetry. The poetry remains unspoken, hidden in his chest, while his actions push her away. 🔹 Major Themes Arranged Marriage → Slow Burn Love Unspoken poetry → Silent yearning Playboy CEO → Softly crumbling before innocence, sensual tension Disclaimer This story is pure fanfiction. No hate comments Please.

➥ SUMMARY: In which your annoying neighbor-that you can't stand-turns out to be the person behind the online account you've been sexting. You still don't know his name. ➥ GENRE: smut ⋆ cybersex ⋆ enemies ➥ CATEGORY: three-shot ➥ WARNINGS: explicit sexual content, sexting, pornography, strong language, degradation, exchanging nude photos, cybersex, hidden identities, sexual intercourse, minors DNI NOT SUITABLE FOR MINORS.

|𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐃| ❝Don't go easy on me, princess. I'm here to kill your entire family after all.❞ ━━━━━━━༻𝓟･𝓑࿔━━━━━━━ 𝗚𝗔𝗡𝗚 𝗔𝗨 长 𝟮𝟬𝟬𝟮 How far would a detective go to put a sweet, but not so sweet, little angel behind bars without running the risk of falling hard for it? ˣ ˣ ˣ ⚠️ +𝟷𝟾 | 𝙼𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙴 𝙰𝚄𝙳𝙸𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝙾𝙽𝙻𝚈 ⚠️

"GO FUCK YOURSELF DUMBFUCK!" "NOT IF YOU FUCK ME FIRST!" .... "What?" "-What?" ❖ An aspiring, young manga artist starts to find inspiration for her very explicit yaoi mangas in her arch enemy. Or; How to unlearn judging people at first glance and embrace their peculiarities, because we're all a little bit weird.

Her breath hitches, just for a second. But I catch it. "So you're frustrated after waiting only two months because there are things between us that don't make sense?" My voice is low, almost amused, but there's a sharpness beneath it. A bite. "Try waiting an entire year." She blinks, confusion flickering across her face. "A year?" Her voice is quieter now, uncertain. "What are you talking about?" _____________________ It all starts with One night stan

❝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?

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.