Sorrowful Love | Ch#2 | JJK

Sorrowful Love | Ch#2 | JJK

↳ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; All he desires is vengeance.

⇢ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: thriller, angst, love at first sight, au! sexting

⇢ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: jungkook x Sena oc!

⇢ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: This story contains explicit language, graphic violence(murders, blood etc), and other mature content, If you are easily affected by such themes, it might be best to avoid reading it.

⇢ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 0.9k+

𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 | 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐱 | 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭⇢

Sena's Pov:

The sound of my alarm clock rudely interrupts my peaceful slumber, signaling the start of another dreadful Monday. Reluctantly, I drag myself out of bed, my hair in disarray, and I force myself to sit up. With a groggy mind, my first instinct is to silence the annoying alarm. Once the noise is finally gone, I slip on my slippers and make my way to the bathroom.

As I approach the bathroom door, a sudden shadow catches my eye, sending a jolt of fear through my body. For a split second, I feel as if my soul is about to escape my trembling form. But soon enough, I realize that the shadow is none other than my own reflection.

"Fuck me," I curse myself, closing the door behind me with a frustrated kick.

After a refreshing shower, I stand in front of my wardrobe, towel wrapped around me, contemplating what to wear for the day. My fashion sense has always been lacking.

And I can't help but mutter under my breath, "I don't think I'm good at anything." After creating a chaotic mess, I settle on a white top, baggy blue jeans, and white joggers. Once dressed, I quickly brush my hair and apply some makeup.

With my morning routine complete, I head to the kitchen to prepare a simple breakfast of apple juice and a sandwich. As I leisurely eat, I grab my phone from the kitchen counter and my eyes widen as I glance at the time. Hastily finishing my meal, I grab my camera from the closet and my car keys from the bedroom drawer before rushing out of my apartment to make it to work on time.

My name is Sena, as all of you know, the slacker person in the whole world. I work as a photographer at Mg company.

Photography started as a mere hobby when I was 16, but it was my friend Mai who discovered my talent at the age of 18.

Unfortunately.

She couldn't keep it to herself and showed my photos to her father, who offered me a job at his company. I started working there at the age of 20, and it's been eight months since I've been working there.

And so, this is my life. Busy.

After a long and tiring day at work, I finally make it back to my apartment, feeling completely drained. I walk through the door and immediately place my camera and car key in their designated spots before making a beeline for the bathroom to freshen up.

Once I've changed into more comfortable clothes, I make my way to the bedroom and retrieve my phone from my bag. As I settle into the soft and inviting bed, a notification suddenly appears, causing my heart to skip a beat. Curiosity gets the better of me, and I quickly glance at the notification.

To my surprise, it's a message from my brother, someone I haven't heard from in ages. Without wasting a second, I swipe the notification away without even reading the contents of the message. My mind is too preoccupied with other thoughts to fully process what he might have said.

Leaving my phone on the bed, I head to the kitchen to quench my thirst with a glass of water. Taking a deep breath, I try to let go of all the emotions that have built up throughout the day, allowing the cool water to help calm my racing heartbeat. Once I feel more composed, I return to the bedroom, retrieve my phone from the nightstand, and settle back onto the comfortable bed.

As I mindlessly scroll through Instagram for past forty minutes, an art page catches my eye. Intrigued, I decide to read the artist's biography, which turns out to be incredibly fascinating. His work is centered around capturing the emotions of others, which instantly captivates me. Without hesitation, I jot down the contact number provided on Instagram and dial it.

After two rings, a sleepy voice answers the phone with a simple "hello."

Trying to sound composed.

"Um hi, I want to place an order-", I quickly state. However, before I can finish my sentence, the person on the other end abruptly ends the call, leaving me bewildered. I stare at my phone screen, unsure of what just happened. "Well, that was strange," I mutter to myself.

Five minutes later, my phone rings again, and I answer, fully prepared to confront the person about their odd behavior.

But he was quick to speak up,

"I am sorry, my friend posted my number on Instagram without my knowledge. When you called, I was asleep and confused, so I ended the call abruptly. I'm so sorry for my odd behavior."

Taking in his explanation, and understanding that it was an honest mistake, I didn't dwell on the inconvenience caused by the untimely call.

"You don't have to be sorry, it's alright." I reassured him.

"And I'll give you his number, but please reach out to him after a week," the man on the other end of the line informed me before we bid farewell and ended the call.

In just a minute, he sends me a number labeled 'Jungkook'. As I glance at it, my heart inexplicably quickens its pace. Uncertain of the reason behind this reaction, I attempt to dismiss the feeling and store his contact details.

Feeling overwhelmed, I decide to let go of all my feelings and simply focus on getting some rest. The weight of the world seems to lift off my shoulders as I release all my worries and anxieties into the universe. Placing my phone down on the table, I take a deep breath and allow myself to drift off into the world of dreams. The soft hum of the air coming from windows lulls me into a peaceful slumber.

© 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐬𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲𝐲 (𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐝)

Sorrowful Love | Ch#1 | JJK

↳ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; All he desires is vengeance.

⇢ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: thriller, angst, love at first sight, au! sexting

⇢ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: jungkook × Sena oc!

⇢ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: This story contains explicit language, graphic violence(murders, blood etc), and other mature content, If you are easily affected by such themes, it might be best to avoid reading it.

⇢ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 0.8k+

a/n: READ IT BEFORE YOU PROCEED TO THE CHAPTER.

So, years ago, my sister and I came up with this story that had us laughing like villains. We were pretty immature back then :⁠-⁠). Well I attempted to write it down about a year ago, but my writing skills weren't quite up to par, so I ended up abandoning this story (sadly) . However, now my soul is urging me to give it another shot. It's our very first story that we created together, and I feel compelled to give it a try. Oh, and PLEASE if you're not a fan of thrillers or action-packed tales, then refrain from reading it.

𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐱 | 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭⇢

Jungkook's Pov:

The constant echo of "I don't want to die" reverberates in my mind, drowning out any other thoughts. The fear of death has taken over, leaving no room for anything else. The throbbing pain in my head intensifies, making it nearly impossible to concentrate on anything. As the blood slowly drips down the back of my head, my eyelids become heavier with each passing moment.

As I struggled to regain control, my thoughts became fragmented, my focus slipping away. The world around me seemed to blur even further, as if my very perception of reality was being distorted.

The air felt heavier, as if it was resisting my attempts to draw it into my lungs. The simple act of breathing, something I had taken for granted my entire life, now became an arduous task.

Time seemed to stretch, each passing second feeling like an eternity. The haze that enveloped my surroundings only intensified. The once vibrant colors of the world now appeared muted, as if drained of their life and vitality.

As I believed everything was over, a voice suddenly called my name. A soft tap on my cheek soon followed, as if someone was gently trying to rouse me from unconsciousness.

And I jolted awake in my bed, drenched in sweat and gasping for air. My shirt clung to my body, evidence of the intense perspiration. The throbbing pain in my head intensified as I sat up.

Without wasting a moment, I rushed out of my bedroom, barefooted, and made my way to the kitchen. Opening the refrigerator, I grabbed a water bottle and took a seat at the kitchen counter, desperately needing to quench my thirst.

As I take a refreshing sip of water to satisfy my thirst, I notice my breath becoming more relaxed. With the water bottle in my right hand, I exit the kitchen and head towards the comfortable living room to find some painkillers. As I reached the living room, I quickly retrieve the pain reliever from the drawer and consume it, hoping for some relief. Just as I swallow the pill, the sound of my phone ringing emerges from the bedroom, grabbing my attention.

I walk into the bedroom, my curiosity is sparked by the caller ID on my phone. After a quick glance, I pick up the phone and hear my hyung's voice on the other end, filled with anger.

"Hey, Jungkook, why did you put my number on your Instagram page? Your customers keep calling me late at night and it's really getting on my nerves. If another one of your customers contacts me at midnight, I'll be dead furious. I might even kill you."

Unable to contain my amusement at my hyung's adorable angry voice, I attempt to calm him down.

"Hey, hey, bro, listen," I say playfully, but Jimin continues his rant.

"Bro, just hear me out," I state seriously this time, and Jimin abruptly stops talking and starts to listen.

"The reason I included your phone number in my bio is because I've been feeling isolated lately. I know it's not right, but at the moment, I just need a break from social media and don't feel like creating art for others. Please understand and handle the customers for a few days. If anyone wants to order artwork, ask them to be patient. I would really appreciate it if you could understand my situation."

And I know Jimin does understand. He knows me since I was four and a half years old and has always treated me like his own brother.

"Okay, bro, just don't stress yourself too much. I'll do as you say, alright!" Jimin says solemnly before ending the call.

Alternatively, I slip my phone into the right pocket of my pants and head towards my basement art gallery. Grabbing my paints and brushes, I settle down on the stool in front of a large canvas. With a whirlwind of emotions inside me, I feel the urge to express them all on the canvas, finding solace in my art.

As I pick up my colours, the weight of the world seems to lift off my shoulders, replaced by a surge of vibrant colors that dance before my eyes. With every stroke, I am transported to a realm where words fail to capture the depth of my feelings, and only the language of art can truly express my emotions swirling within me. The process is both exhilarating and exhausting, as I pour my heart and soul into every detail.

Finally, the moment arrives when I step out of the gallery, my masterpiece complete. The weight of the world returns, but it is now accompanied by a sense of accomplishment. With a contented smile, I whisper to myself, " Finally i can find some peace now". And then I retreat to my bedroom, ready to rest and recharge.

© 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐬𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲𝐲 [𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐝]

like what, the world is so cruel. 🥲🥲

the world is so so mean to sleepy girls. What do u mean i have to get out of my bed

A collection of small drabbles | 18+| 𝐦.𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

© 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐬𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲𝐲 [𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐝]

↳next time | smut(li8), dark(a little bit), fluff, strangers to ??

-synopsis: It was quite unexpected when a heavenly stranger joined you at the club’s roof, just when you were feeling all alone.

↳drive you insane | smut, fuck buddies, uni mates, age gap (2 or 3 years)

-synopsis: Your senior knows very well how to drive you insane.

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↳knife | dark, smut, knife kink

-synopsis: As you make your way towards your new home, an unexpected encounter with a mysterious man interrupts your journey. Will this encounter be a simple interaction or will it lead to an exciting adventure?

↳wedding night | smut, fluff?

-synopsis: you are married to your father's business partner, a man you have never laid eyes on before. your family has a longstanding tradition that's you have to sex on the wedding night. would you be able to accept this man as your husband, Would you be willing to do sex?

drive you insane | Kim Seokjin drabble

↳ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; Your senior knows very well how to drive you insane.

⇢ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: smut, fuck buddies, uni mates, age gap (2 or 3 years)

⇢ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: senior student Seokjin x reader

⇢ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: unprotected sex, orgasm denied, oral (f receiving), fingering while fucking with tongue, spitting, maybe there's more, I've forgotten.

⇢ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.2k+

a/n: I actually wrote it last night because I was incredibly bored and my mind just wasn't functioning properly. So, I wrote down whatever thoughts popped into my head at that time while I was listening (drive you insane). If this type of theme doesn't interest you, feel free to skip it. 💃

© 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐬𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲𝐲 [𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐝]

"Yeah~ just like that-um", you let out a soft moan, feeling your back arch and your eyes roll back in pleasure. The sensation is so intense that you start to wonder if you might pass out. Your nails dig into his shoulders, clinging to him as if your life depends on it. The feeling of your senior's dick deep inside you, hitting your g-spot, is absolutely mind-blowing. He never fails to impress you with his sex skills in bed. You're grateful that you took the chance and asked him to hook up at the university party. That day, he claimed you completely, devouring you with every thrust. You were his, and he made sure to fuck you until you couldn't even walk straight the next day.

He withdrew his cock from deep within you, leaving you feeling a sense of loss as if a piece of your heart had been taken away. But it was the effect of his dick that you simply couldn't resist.

Even when early today he engaged in conversation with his friends, you found yourself captivated by the way his Adam's apple would prominently move up and down as he spoke. Your mouth would water at the sight of his Adam's apple bobbing. Your weakness was undeniably his Adam's apple and his dick. You longed for him to take you right then and there, and you acted on that desire by sending him a message expressing your need to be fucked. He gave his friends an apologetic smile as he bid them farewell in a hurry, taking you to his dorm. Throughout the journey, you couldn't help but smile like a fool, knowing that he too couldn't resist you.

"Hmm? Are you asking me to pleasure your sweet little pussy exactly the way you want?"

He whispers softly, his voice resonating with the intensity of the passionate sex encounter taking place in his dorm room. His gaze, filled with desire, locks onto yours, making it impossible for you to resist any longer the longing for him deep inside you. With a desperate yearning, you arch your hips, yearning for the connection between your bodies. However, he retreats, settling on his knees before you. A mischievous smirk dances upon his plump, perfectly shaped lips, causing you to clench around emptiness.

"Please, Jin," you plead, your eyes welling up with tears as you never break eye contact with his now sparkling gaze, clearly amazed to see you so vulnerable beneath him.

"What Jin? Words baby, 'cause i asked you something", he responds with a playful tone, and it's unable to deny how much you love this side of him. It's fascinating how he asks you questions during intimate sex moments and becomes serious when you're unable to answer due to the overwhelming pleasure he brings. You prop yourself up on your elbows, partially sitting up, just so you can get a better view of him.

'Fuck' A soft curse escapes your lips as you feel his intense gaze burning into your nacked body. You can't help but notice how his chest rises and falls with each breath, how his broad shoulders seem even broader in this small room. His hair, damp with sweat, falls perfectly over his forehead, just the way you like it. You find yourself yearning to run your tongue along his perfectly toned skin, from his abdomen all the way up to his neck. And his impressive dick, reaching his abdomen, looks so hard, throbbing, and enticing that you can't help but desire to take it in your hands and feel it deep inside you. Your impatience grows, and he's the reason for your desperate longing. After all, who in the entire university wouldn't want him? All the girls desire him, and you're no exception. But what sets you apart is that he hasn't been with anyone else on campus except for you.

"Yes, I want you to treat my pussy like I want", your request was clear, your desire evident in the way you spoke. Your voice, hoarse and unrecognizable to your own ears, betrayed the urgency of your need. But the focus wasn't on that, was it? No, the focus was on him, on making him understand what you craved. You're craving his dick.

However, as you looked at him, it seemed like he had other plans. His eyebrow cocked up in a mischievous manner, a smirk dancing on his plump, pink lips. His body shifted slightly, moving closer until his face was level with yours. His warm breath fanned across your lips, sending a shiver down your spine. You were under his spell, completely at his mercy.

"I'm not going to give it to you the way you want," he whispered, his voice dripping with lust. It dawned on you then that he was going to play with you, with your mind, with your body. And he knew exactly how to play the game.

He moves in more closer, his eyes filled with a mix of desire and hunger. His lips gently graze yours, sending shivers down your spine. You can't help but lift your head to meet his kiss, only to be surprised when he suddenly grabs your neck firmly with one hand and pins both of your wrists with his other hand. Your eyes widen in shock at this new, unexpected move. Your body responds with a surge of arousal, your senses heightened by his touch.

As he leans in closer, his eyes now filled with a sense of urgency, he playfully nips at your lower lip, causing you to instinctively wrap your legs around him, drawing him even nearer. You can feel the heat of his body against yours, his hard dick pressing against your wet pussy. But just as you start to give in to the moment, he bites down on your lip a bit too hard, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from you. Despite the pain, you maintain eye contact with him, a single tear escaping from your eye.

In a sudden shift of mood, he releases your lip, neck, and wrists all at once, rising to his knees once again as his gaze darkens.

"Turn over onto your stomach," he commands, his voice firm and authoritative. Without hesitation, you comply, your body moving almost on its own accord in response to his dominance. You can sense that he's about to take things to a new level, exploring uncharted territory with you. Though he's been rough with you in the past, this new side of him, with his orders and control, is both thrilling and intoxicating. It's a side of him you've never seen before, and you find yourself eagerly anticipating what comes next.

He grabbed your knees firmly, lifting them effortlessly onto his shoulders. In an instant, your whole body was suspended in the air, with only your hands and face touching the plushy surface beneath you. Your hands instinctively clutched the bedsheets, holding on for dear life as you felt the rush of adrenaline coursing through your veins. A strange sound escaped your lips, a mixture of surprise and anticipation as you realized how vulnerable you were in this position.

"Jin, what are you going to do?" you managed to stammer out, your voice trembling with uncertainty. You couldn't see his face, but you could sense his amusement as he chuckled softly in response to your question. His smirk seemed to grow wider, adding to the mystery of his intentions.

"Just going to drive you insane," he replied cryptically, his words sending a shiver down your spine. You weren't sure if you understood his logic, but you knew that he had the power to unravel your senses with ease. As his face drew closer to your drenched core, his hot breath fanning over your sensitive skin, you couldn't help but arch forward in response. The sudden proximity of his face to your most intimate parts made you gasp, causing you to grip the bedsheets even tighter.

He's exploring new territory today, and it's leaving you wondering why. In the past, he's always pleasured you but never indulged in tasting you. He's made it clear that he would never taste any woman, so why is today different? Why do you have this overwhelming feeling that he's going to devour you?

And just as you suspected, he does exactly that. With a long, sensual lick, he explores every inch of your clit, slit, and folds all at once. The intensity of the moment causes your eyes to shut tightly, and your mouth opens wide in silent awe. Your heart races, feeling as though it might burst from your chest, and the sound of your own heartbeat fills your ears.

He withdraws his tongue from your clit, only to firmly grasp your torso with his large palms as he moves his head further between your thighs. This time, he takes your cunt into his mouth, causing a sinful growl to escape from his lips and a moan of pleasure to escape from yours. And then he repeats it, over and over again.

Lick and suck.

The sensation is so intense that your abdomen clenches, and you feel like you're on the verge of exploding on his face. Your pussy vibrates with pleasure, and he knows just as well as you do that you're about to climax. But he doesn't stop. Instead, he nibbles on your cunt between his teeth, spits on your pussy, and plunges his tongue deep inside your hole, fucking you with his beautiful tongue.

"Oh my fucking God", you found yourself overwhelmed with pleasure, letting out a series of passionate moans as you moved your hips against his face. The sounds of desire escaping his throat only fueled your arousal further as he eagerly pleasured you. Your body tensed as you clenched around his tongue, the sensation both embarrassing and incredibly satisfying. The intensity of the moment built up until you couldn't hold back any longer, needing to let him know you were on the brink of climax. Struggling to lift your head to meet his gaze, you realized the effort was almost painful and you'll break you neck if you try harder.

"Jin, stop I'm going-", your voice was abruptly silenced by a gag as his two fingers entered your core. His tongue still exploring deep inside you, his fingers began to move within you, skillfully finding that spot you were craving for his dick to be. But instead, it was now filled with his tongue and digits, pleasuring you in a way you never imagined. The sensation of him fucking you with both his fingers and tongue simultaneously was overwhelming.

Unexpectedly, you reached the peak of pleasure and cum all over his face as he continued to pleasure you with his tongue and fingers. Your entire body vibrated with ecstasy as you experienced one of the most intense orgasms of your life. However, the moment was shattered when reality hit you like a ton of bricks - you came on his face. Your face flushed with embarrassment, realizing it was the first time he had ever eaten someone out.

But as he licks you once again, your thoughts are abruptly interrupted. The intensity of the moment makes it difficult to process everything what's happening. However, what you can register are the shallow breaths escaping your lips, evidence of the small pleasure coursing through your body again. And then you realized, it's something unexpected - he's cleaning up the aftermath of your powerful orgasm with his tongue.

'Oh fuck'

It's an intimate act.

As he removes your legs from his shoulders after cleaning you, a slight ache lingers on your hips, a reminder of his touch while he was devouring you. You decide to turn over and lie on your back, needing a moment to catch your breath.

When your eyes meet his face, your heart skips a beat. It's a surreal sight - your own orgasm painted across his chin and lips. But what truly takes your breath away is the mischievous grin on his face, his chest rising and falling in a rhythmic manner.

You can't help but smile back, a mix of humiliation and anticipation swirling within you. His eyes hold a different kind of intensity now, something primal and raw.

You're the first woman he's ever pleasured in this way, and judging by his expression, maybe he thoroughly enjoyed it.

You couldn't help but ask, "Why did you eat me out?" even though you didn't really want to. But, curiosity got the best of you.

He wiped away the remnants of your essence from his lips, using the back of his hand. Slowly, he inched closer to you, his movements captivating your attention.

"You always looked at me with those intense eyes, silently urging me to taste you. So, I decided to give it a shot," he explained, causing a smile to involuntarily form on your lips as you listened. He seemed hesitant to admit it, but you couldn't help but wonder if he enjoyed it, if he liked your flavor.

"You enjoyed? Didn't you?" you asked, trying to mask any hint of insecurity with a playful tone.

He chuckled softly, rising from the bed. Your gaze trailed down to his still erect dick, momentarily forgetting that he had fucked you before eating you out. He didn't force you into anything; he simply provided pleasure. Retrieving his pants and boxers from the floor, he dressed swiftly.

"Yeah, I enjoyed it a lot," he replied, pausing to meet your gaze before continuing with a smirk that lit up his handsome face.

"And fuck, I think I'll be doing it every day from now on."

Your eyes widened in surprise, a wide grin spreading across your face as he openly expressed his desire. He had truly driven you crazy.

guyz I'm tired, don't know whyyyy