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Jungkookk, i have my pen ready😍

WHENS MY TURN AGHHHH

Yall boutta see me fully shaved, cute ahh outfit holding a pencil case full of pens ready to sign that goddamn nda contractbaby.

What color? Black? Blue? Red? White?😍

Yall im thinking about my fic ‘if i were you i’d do me’ and i think i need some of yalls opinion too. The story is going all over the place and idek anymore😭 i don’t know if i can stil continue it until part 8 but i will try my best for yall🙏🏻

Tho im afraid the next chapter won’t be out soon so im very sorry for making you guys wait😭

Call me cringe and shit but i still watch those funny compilations of bts on youtube😭

Undercut or underhim?😝😝

ME ( i’m joking.. or not lol )

“Another womans babies will have the eyes that i fell inlove with”

Girl you’re not alone

I needa see seokjin playing fnaf like so badly🙏🏻🙏🏻

GUUURL U’R REALLY OVULATING DAMN😭😭

But same tho, im happy for whoever he is with and i respect that im just curious who it is but not in a bad/toxic way

And suddenly i miss his lives at random hours i miss his voice i miss his laugh, his smile i miss him

It always surprises me so much that I miss the boys when i don't even know them personally and I've never met them, kinda scare me tho lol but they’re my safe place, i only have 2 besties ( they’re not into bangtan like i am & we’re not in the same country :(( ), im not close to my family, i live in a different country ( my family is kinda toxic so when i was 19 I moved abroad ) sooo i feel like the boys fill a void in my life ( ik it sounds weird but it is what it is) im really grateful i found them, when life becomes a little too hard I feel safe with them

Sorry for the yapping we were talking about Jk and I got a little too carried away haha 🥲

I really miss them girl😭 like fr. I don’t even know what to do. ever since they went on hiatus like holy damn i felt so alone cuz the boys weren’t there anymore😭 jungkooks 3 am random lives that i would literally wake up in the middle of the night to watch even tho I don’t understand shit. I really understand how you feel cuz they saved me too and so many ither people around the world.

It feels so lonely qithout them yk? Since I don’t have that much friends too(I don’t lol) im surrounded by people yet still so lonely?? And bts were the only people who really filled that void.

Im afraid i really cannot love anyone else the same way i love them😭

I really would be happy for jk and his gf ofcourse i’m not those weird toxic stans. Also we BADLY NEED a fandom cleanse😭 but like i get those feelings sometimes lowkey jealous that ‘oh a girl is probably getting dicked down by jk and cuddled by him 24/7, getting kisses and hugs from him and it’s not me’😭 i wanna witness jungkook have a family in the future but GODDAMNNNN THAT GIRL MUST BE REALLY REALLY LUCKY TO PULL THE JEON JUNGKOOK

I’d be so scared to look him in the eyes he is so hot lmao I’d fold immediately

I feel like if i saw him irl i would faint😭 i’d have a literall siezure if i did dude😭

Same whoever gets to date Jungkook is so lucky😭😭😭❤️❤️ but when that video came out awhile ago some people found out it wasn’t him in the video apparently 😱

FORREALL!! THO I’D BE HAPPY FOR HIM BUTFR WHO EVER DATES HIM IS SO LUCKY😭

I really wonder (kinda envious) who is jk giving that after glow seven days a week😭 like damn the sex really be that good😔💔 ARGHHH WHY NOT MEEEE

that man sets my standards so high and its stupid cz at the end of the day he’s just a human lol but like damn we talking about THE JEON JUNGKOOK ( with each member tho, I'm greedy and it's not good lmao )

I cannot even love anyone the same way as them😭 literally had a guy break up w me cuz my room had too much pics of them and i ahould put his pics instead like wtf? 😭

As much as i wanna like other people like them, i’m afraid I literally cannot love anyone like how i love them😭 LITERALLY

GUUUURLL LETS CRY TOGETHER 🥲💔

Lets cry😔💔💔💔

I know it’s not even my place to get jealous at whoever is jungkook with but damn fuck his girlfriend😭 jungkook makes sure he does tho

GIRL WHEN THE FUCK IS MY TURNNNNN😭🙏🏻 life just hates me atp😔

I’m jealous too, I think about it every week 😔💔

just one chance w him is it too much to ask ? 🙇‍♀️

I know right?? Those girls are so lucky they got the jeon jungkook fuck them to the brim and do those shits cuz i know damn well i have no chance with him😭

Like WHEN IS IT MY TURNNNNN HUHUU

I know this is weird yall but holy shit i am so jealous of those girls aho probably got the nda with jungkook😔💔💔 like fuck you mean THE JUNGKOOK made you cum??😭 and not me😔

Stuffing you full with his dick and hitting your g spot?😭

(Im ovulating yall im sorry)

omg anon shut the fuck up and block if it’s a fucking problem you insufferable bitch

I just realized what anon means omg wtf i am stupid😭🙏🏻

But thank you so much for the support and love guysss!! I love yall

hi so ive been trying to find this one fic. it was bts wild west au fic and it had a gang called black swan? i think. the reader gets transported there and she's in jail because its a small town or something. i think it was ot7? have you read a fic like that? it was super good and now i cant find it

Hi dearr! I’m sorry i’m not sure what fic you’re talking about but it seems familiar to me too😭 I think i forgot the title of it too😭🙏🏻 is it in tumblr?

Edit: i think ive read one quite similar but on wattpad. It’s called possessive and it has a second book obsessive. It’s by ludaaa12, but idrk. It’s a yoongi x reader thoo

If any of you guys know what fanfic they’re talking about please comment itt

how old are you?

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she's not me - JK - FF - ONE SHOT (M)

pairings : ex!jk x ex!fem!reader

sypnosis : He said he moved on, but why does your toothbrush still stand next to his, even when he has "someone new" already?

genre : ex2l, cheating, smut, fluff if you squint

content/warnings : oral(male recieving), smut, making out, bitch!oc, oc is not very nice, blowjob, missionary, lingerie, cheating! jk and oc.

disclaimer : this fic is completely fictional, i do not know any of the idols personally nor assuming that this is how they act in real life. this fic is for entertainment purposes only

People think they know what it’s like to have everything. They think it must be easy, having the world at your feet, getting anything you want with a single demand. Well, they’re right. It is easy. Easy, effortless, perfect—just how I like it. 

And Jungkook? He was no different.

From the moment he laid eyes on me, he worshipped me. He bought me anything I asked for, made time for me whenever I needed him, and spoiled me in ways even my parents never could. He used to say I was everything he ever wanted, everything he couldn’t resist. But that’s the thing—people always want you until they can’t have all of you. And when Jungkook realized just how much it took to keep me, he broke. He said I was “too much.”

I laughed at him. Too much? He knew who I was from the beginning, knew that I don’t do “less.” I don’t tone it down. I don’t bend for anyone. He thought he could change me, make me softer, more agreeable, more manageable.

Pathetic.

So he left. Said he needed space, that he couldn’t handle my demands anymore. I told him to go, told him I didn’t care. If he couldn’t give me everything, then I didn’t need him. There’s always someone else who can. At least, that’s what I told myself.

Yet here we are—him, in my apartment, like nothing’s changed.

I stand at the foot of my bed, my arms crossed as I watch him pace around the room like he’s trying to convince himself he shouldn’t be here. But he is here. And that says more than any of his excuses ever could.

“You really thought you could move on from me?” I taunt, my voice dripping with amusement. “Please, Jungkook. You know how this works. You always come back.”

He glares at me, his jaw clenched tight. “You think this is funny? You think this is some kind of game, Y/N?”

I roll my eyes. “Oh, come on. Don’t act like you’re the victim here. You knew exactly what you were getting into from the start. You chose this.”

“You haven’t changed at all,” he mutters, shaking his head. “Still the same spoiled, selfish—”

I cut him off with a smirk. “And yet, here you are.” I take a step closer to him, watching the way his body tenses as I invade his space. “If you really hated me so much, you wouldn’t be here. But we both know why you came.”

He doesn’t answer, but I can see it in his eyes. He’s struggling, caught between the version of himself he wants to be and the one he can’t escape. The one that always finds its way back to me. He’s with someone else now, or at least, that’s what he’s told everyone. He’s “moved on.” He’s “happy.” But if that’s true, why did he come here tonight? Why did he show up at my door, knowing exactly what was going to happen?

Because I still own him. No matter who he’s with, no matter how much he tries to deny it, he’ll always come back to me.

I run my fingers along his jawline, feeling the tension beneath my touch. “You’re still mine, Jungkook. You can lie to yourself all you want, but we both know the truth.”

His breath hitches, and for a moment, he falters. I can see the struggle in his eyes, the fight between wanting to leave and wanting me. But it doesn’t last long. It never does.

Without warning, he grabs me, pulling me closer, his hands rough against my skin. He’s angry, frustrated, but I can feel the need beneath it all. This is what he wants. This is why he’s here. And no matter what he says, I know I’m still in control.

I don’t even have time to smirk before he’s on top of me, his lips crushing mine with a desperation that’s almost laughable. He hates me, or at least, he wants to. But that hate only makes him want me more.

I give in, letting him take what he needs, because this is what I wanted from the start. He thinks he’s the one in control, that he’s the one making the decisions, but the truth is, he’s doing exactly what I want him to.

And then, just as I knew it would happen, the sound of his phone interrupts us.

His body goes rigid, and for a second, I think he’s going to stop, going to pull away and regain whatever shred of dignity he thinks he has left. But he doesn’t. He keeps going, ignoring the buzzing in his pocket as it continues, relentless.

I smirk against his lips, pulling back just enough to whisper, “Your girlfriend’s calling.”

He freezes, his breath heavy against my skin. The phone keeps buzzing, the screen lighting up with her name. I glance down at it, the smirk never leaving my face.

“You gonna answer that?”

He doesn’t respond, but I can see the guilt flicker across his expression. It’s almost endearing, how he still tries to pretend like he’s better than this. Like he’s not exactly where he wants to be.

The buzzing stops, and for a moment, there’s silence. But I’m not done yet.

I brush my lips against his ear, my voice soft but biting. “You’ll really always come back, won’t you? No matter how many times you try to run, no matter who you’re with… you’ll always end up here. With me.”

He’s silent, but the look in his eyes tells me everything I need to know. 

The phone buzzes again, and this time, I laugh. A low, mocking sound that cuts through the tension between us.

“You should really answer her, you know. She might start wondering where you are.” I pull away from him completely, walking toward the bed with a casual grace that I know drives him crazy. “Or maybe you’d rather stay here. With me.”

Jungkook doesn’t move at first. He’s still standing there, conflicted, torn between two worlds that are pulling him in opposite directions. I can see it in his eyes—the guilt, the frustration, the longing. He wants to leave. He should leave. But he can’t. He never does.

And that’s the thing about Jungkook. No matter how much he tries to fight it, no matter how many times he tells himself he’s done, he’ll always come back.

Because I’m the one thing he can’t let go of.

I sit down on the bed, crossing one leg over the other as I watch him wrestle with himself. The phone buzzes again, louder this time, as if it’s demanding an answer. But he’s not going to pick it up. He’s not going to leave.

Jungkook’s phone buzzes again. This time, instead of ignoring it, he lets out a frustrated sigh and pulls it out of his pocket. His eyes flicker to the screen, and for a moment, I think he’s going to silence it like before, but then his thumb hovers over the answer button.

Interesting.

He presses it and brings the phone to his ear, his voice changing, softening in a way that makes me roll my eyes.

“Hey, Sewon,” he says, his tone so calm, it’s almost disgusting. “Yeah, I don’t think I’ll be home tonight… I’m at my mom’s house. She’s sick, so I’m staying over to take care of her.”

I arch a brow, barely able to hold back a laugh. Your mom’s house? Of all the lies he could’ve told, he picked that?

He glances at me while he speaks, and I can’t help but smirk. His lies are so obvious, so transparent. Sewon must be a fool if she buys this.

“I know,” Jungkook continues, running a hand through his hair, trying to sound convincing. “I’ll check in tomorrow, okay? Don’t worry about me.”

He nods as if she can see him. “Yeah, love you too. Get some rest.”

When he finally hangs up, there’s a brief moment of silence between us. The phone in his hand feels like an invisible weight between the two of us, heavy with the guilt and deceit that’s been left hanging in the air.

And then, just like that, he tosses the phone onto the dresser and turns back to me. His eyes darken, the softness from his voice with Sewon gone in an instant, replaced by the hunger that’s always been there. The one he can never hide when he’s with me.

I laugh quietly, shaking my head as I lean back against the pillows, propping myself up with my elbows. “Your mom’s house?” I mock, biting my lip to keep from outright laughing. “That’s the best you could come up with?”

Jungkook doesn’t respond. He doesn’t need to. The look in his eyes says everything.

He crosses the room in two quick strides, grabbing me with a possessive force that sends a thrill through my body. He pulls me to him, and before I can say another word, his lips crash against mine.

There’s nothing soft or gentle about the way he kisses me this time. It’s desperate, raw, and full of frustration—everything that’s been simmering between us since the moment he walked through the door.

The kiss deepens, and I feel the heat radiating between us. Jungkook’s hands grip my waist, his fingers digging into my skin, igniting every nerve in my body. I can taste the urgency in his kiss—the need, the desire, the pent-up frustration from the distance we’ve kept between us.

He pulls away just long enough to look me in the eye, and I can see the battle raging inside him. “i shouldn't be here” he says, his voice a low growl. But there’s no conviction behind his words. I can see the truth lurking just beneath the surface.

“you shouldn't..” I reply, my tone dripping with confidence as I pull him closer. “but aren't tired of her?”

With a sudden burst of determination, Jungkook’s hands slide down to the hem of my dress. In one swift motion, he tears it away, the fabric ripping apart like it’s made of paper. The cool air hits my skin, sending chills down my spine, but the thrill of being exposed to him makes me gasp.

My lingerie, black lace and delicate, is now the only thing standing between us. I can see the way his eyes darken, the way his breath hitches as he takes in the sight of me. I can feel his desire, raw and intense, radiating from him.

“God, Y/N,” he breathes, his voice thick with lust. “You drive me insane.”

And just like that, I know this is what he wants—what we both want. The boundaries of our past and present melt away in the heat of the moment, and all that matters is the connection between us, the electric tension that fills the room.

I can’t help but smirk as I lean back, teasingly inviting him to explore what’s beneath my lingerie. “Then stop talking,” I whisper, “and show me just how insane I make you.”

"take this off, please" i whined "desperate that much? all for cock?" he hissed under his breath chuckling "your cock" murmured breathly. 

"unbuckle it then. show me how much you're a slut for this cock" he demanded me. ofcourse our sex was always great, no matter what happens he'll always come back to me. i got up on my knees and start unbuckling his belt while keeping eye contact.]

i palm his obviously hard bulge teasing him. "Feel this? It's just for you." he mutters "ofcourse it is" i give him a look "who else is it supposed to be for?" i laugh hysterically, enjoying every moment i'm in control. 

I slip his pants and boxers down in one smooth motion, exposing him fully. His breath hitches as I continue palming him, watching his reactions with satisfaction. His head tilts back slightly, his jaw clenched in restraint, but I can see how much control I have over him in this moment.

"That’s right,” I purr, my voice low. “No one else can make you feel like this.”

Jungkook lets out a low groan, his hands gripping my waist, pulling me closer, but I keep the pace slow, teasing him. His frustration is palpable, but that only spurs me on. I love seeing him like this, powerless beneath my touch despite how dominant he tries to be.

"You're enjoying this way too much," he mutters through gritted teeth, his eyes narrowing at me.

I laugh softly, leaning in just enough to whisper in his ear. "And you're going to let me, aren’t you?"

For a moment, there’s only the sound of our breathing, the heat between us overwhelming. His hand moves to the strap of my lingerie, tugging at it roughly. “Take it off,” he demands, his voice a growl, filled with need.

I look up at him, my eyes glinting with defiance. “Make me,” I challenge, knowing full well what it’ll do to him.

The tension between us crackles

His eyes flash with a mix of frustration and desire, and I can feel the heat radiating off his body as he grapples with the control he’s trying to maintain. “You think you can play games with me?” he challenges, but there’s a smile tugging at the corners of his lips, betraying his eagerness.

With a swift motion, Jungkook grips the strap of my lingerie and pulls it down, exposing my skin to him. The cool air sends a shiver through me, and I let out a soft gasp. His gaze darkens, drinking in the sight before him, and I can’t help but feel empowered by his reaction.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, a hint of pride lacing his voice as he watches me, eyes burning with hunger. “Now, let’s see how much you really want this.”

I bite my lip, reveling in the control I have. I shift my weight back on my knees, arching my back just a little, offering him a glimpse of everything he craves. “You want me to beg for it?” I tease, my tone laced with playful challenge.

He chuckles darkly, shaking his head as if to say he’s not going to give in that easily. “I want you to show me, Y/N. Show me how desperate you are.”

With a sly smile, I lean forward, keeping my gaze locked on his as I lower my mouth to his hardness. I let my breath ghost over him, the teasing anticipation making his muscles tense even more.

“Feel this?” I ask, my voice sultry as I glance up at him. “she can never ever make you feel this way”

“uhuh- y-yeah” he retorts, his voice strained.

I laugh softly, enjoying the way my teasing drives him wild. The power shifts back and forth between us, but for now, I hold the reins.

I wrap my hand around him, giving him a few teasing strokes. His eyes widen, and a groan escapes his lips, making my heart race. The rush of power I feel is intoxicating, and I lean in closer, taking him in my mouth slowly, savoring the moment as I begin to work him with my tongue.

“God, Y/N,” he gasps, his hand threading through my hair, encouraging me to take him deeper. I can feel him fighting to maintain control, but the way he pulls me in tells me he’s losing the battle.

I look up at him, watching the way his face twists in pleasure. “You love this,” I whisper, pulling back just enough to let my words hang in the air between us.

“Don’t stop,” he growls, the command wrapped in desperation. “You know I can’t resist you.”

I smile, knowing I’ve pushed him just where I want him. The thrill of our back-and-forth dance adds another layer of heat to the moment, and I relish in the chaos we’ve created.

With renewed determination, I take him deeper again, swirling my tongue around him while my hands continue to work his length. The sounds he makes spur me on, igniting the fire within me, and I can feel my own body responding to the thrill of the moment.

“God, Y/N, i-i'm cumming” he admits, breathless and raw, his eyes wild with need.

I pull away slightly, my lips glistening. “Then don’t. Let go,” I encourage, my voice low and sultry. “I want to see just how far you’ll go for me.”

His breath catches at my words, and I can see the battle within him intensifying. Jungkook's eyes darken with a mix of desire and urgency, the tension crackling between us as I watch him teeter on the edge of control.

“You’re insane,” he mutters, his voice rough. “Do you know that?”

“Maybe,” I tease, a playful smirk on my lips. “But you love it.”

Before I can say anything else, he grips my hair tightly, pulling me back up to meet his gaze. The sudden shift catches me off guard, but there’s a wild glint in his eyes that sends a thrill down my spine.

“I want you, Y/N,” he growls, and it’s a statement, not a request. “Now.”

With that, he shoves me back onto the bed, his hands exploring my body with urgency. The way he caresses me is both rough and tender, his touch igniting every nerve ending as he hungrily takes in the sight of me beneath him. I feel alive, electric under his gaze.

“Look at you,” he murmurs, his voice low and laced with a possessive edge. “So fucking perfect.”

As he leans down to kiss me again, his lips find mine with a fierce hunger. I feel myself melting into him, our bodies pressing together, a collision of heat and desire. It’s intoxicating, and I can’t help but lose myself in the moment, all thoughts of Sewon and the outside world slipping away.

“Please, Jungkook,” I whimper, the need pooling within me, begging for release. “I need you.”

He pulls back slightly, his eyes searching mine, as if gauging my sincerity. “You really want this?” he asks, a hint of disbelief coloring his tone. “After everything?”

I nod, desperation spilling over. “You know I do. You always come back to me, Jungkook. We can’t fight this.”

He grits his teeth, his grip on me tightening. “You’re right. I can’t fight it.”

And just like that, he reclaims his dominance, his lips crashing against mine once more, the kiss deepening as he settles himself between my legs. I feel the heat radiating from him, the raw energy making my heart race faster.

“Then let’s stop pretending,” he murmurs against my lips, his breath mingling with mine. “Let’s give in to what we both want.”

With a swift motion, he pulls my lingerie down, leaving me completely exposed to him. The thrill of vulnerability sends shivers through my body, the anticipation of what’s to come making me dizzy with excitement.

“Jungkook,” I gasp, my heart racing as he moves closer, his warmth enveloping me entirely.

He leans in, kissing down my body, his lips trailing fire across my skin. Each touch ignites a desperate longing within me, pushing me closer to the edge. “You deserve this, Y/N,” he whispers, his voice low and raspy. “You deserve everything.”

His hands explore every inch of me, igniting sensations I’ve only ever dreamed of. The pleasure builds, a wave of heat that makes me writhe beneath him, and I can feel myself teetering on the brink, the tension coiling tighter and tighter.

“Jungkook, please,” I plead, my voice trembling with need. “jungkook..please- fuck!! i'm cumming- im cumming”

He looks up at me, his expression a mix of mischief and determination. “go” he commands, his voice deep and commanding, sending another wave of desire coursing through me.

With one swift motion, he positions himself at my entrance, and I can feel the heat radiating from him, the promise of everything I crave.

“wanna cum again?” he asks, searching my eyes for any hesitation.

I nod, my heart pounding. “yes! fuck- yes please!!”

As Jungkook fills me, a gasp escapes my lips, a mix of pleasure and relief washing over me. Every inch of him feels like home, like the part of me I didn’t know I was missing until this very moment. It’s intoxicating, the way he moves, his body melding with mine as if we were always meant to be this way.

He begins to move, slow at first, savoring the moment. Each thrust sends ripples of pleasure coursing through me, and I can feel the tension in my body tightening. My nails dig into his back as I pull him closer, urging him to go deeper, to give me more of what I crave.

“Y/N,” he breathes, his voice strained and filled with desire. “fuck. you're so tight”

I can’t help but smile, the rush of excitement and control coursing through me as he loses himself in the moment. “You like this, huh?” I tease breathlessly, my hips meeting his with every thrust. “You like coming back to me, even after everything.”

He groans, the sound vibrating through his chest and into mine, driving me wild. “I can’t help it. You drive me crazy.”

With each movement, the rhythm between us builds, and I can feel the way his body responds to mine, the way he lets go of everything else that exists outside this room. 

“More,” I whisper, my voice barely above a breath. “I want more, Jungkook. Don’t hold back. fill me up”

His gaze sharpens, and there’s a flicker of something dark in his eyes. “You asked for it,” he warns, but there’s no hesitation as he picks up the pace, his thrusts becoming deeper and more urgent.

The world around us fades away, and it’s just the two of us—lost in our own little universe. I feel every sensation magnified, the pleasure building with each movement, spiraling higher and higher until I feel like I might burst.

“Y/N,” he gasps, his voice thick with desire. “You’re so fucking perfect. I can’t get enough of you.”

I can feel my walls tightening around him, the pressure building, and I know I’m close. “Jungkook,” I breathe, my voice trembling with need. “I’m going to—”

“Let go,” he urges, his breath hot against my ear. “show me who's making you cum like this.”

His words push me over the edge, and with a cry, I let the pleasure take over. It washes over me in waves, pulling me under until I can hardly breathe, and I can feel him following me, the way his body tenses, the deep groan that escapes his lips echoing in my ears.

“Y/N!” he cries out, and the sound sends another rush of pleasure through me as we both ride the waves of ecstasy together. The connection between us is electric, and I can’t remember ever feeling so alive.

As we both come down from the high, Jungkook collapses beside me, panting heavily, his chest rising and falling with every breath. I turn to him, a smile spreading across my face, knowing that despite everything, we always find our way back to each other.

“See?” I tease, nudging him playfully. “I told you you’d come back.”

He chuckles, looking over at me with that familiar warmth in his eyes. “You make it impossible not to.”

And just like that, the playful banter flows between us, the tension easing as we bask in the afterglow of what we just shared.

But then, the moment is interrupted by the sound of a phone ringing, cutting through the air. Jungkook’s expression shifts, and I can see the annoyance etched on his face as he glances at his phone.

“It’s Sewon,” he says, and I can’t help but roll my eyes at the interruption.

“Shouldn’t you pick it up?” I challenge, raising an eyebrow, trying to gauge his reaction.

He hesitates, his thumb hovering over the screen. “I don’t want to,” he admits, his voice low.

“Then don’t,” I reply, my heart racing at the thought of him choosing me over her, even if just for a moment.

But Jungkook sighs, and I can see the conflict in his eyes. “I have to,” he says reluctantly. “She’ll worry if I don’t.”

“Why should you care?” I shoot back, frustration bubbling beneath the surface. “You’re here with me, not her.”

“I know,” he replies, running a hand through his hair. “But I don’t want to deal with her drama right now.”

“Then don’t,” I urge, my tone softening as I reach out to touch his arm. “Just be here. Be with me.”

He looks torn, glancing back at his phone before finally silencing it. “You’re right,” he says, his gaze locking onto mine. “I’ll deal with her later.”

I smile, feeling a surge of satisfaction. “Good. Now come here.”

He chuckles, leaning in to kiss me softly. “You always know how to get what you want, don’t you?”

“Of course,” I reply, smirking. “It’s what I do best.”

taglists : @crazyovayou @sinfullygay @minghaosimp @pitchblack0309

i am learning yall how to write a good smut😭😭

my sweet addiction - J.JK - OS (M) teaser

pairings : boss! jk x fem! reader (mentions of hoseok x oc)

sypnosis :Keeping everything professional, despite what happens between you two...in your mind...or so?

contents/warnings : explicit sex (ion wanna put the smut warnings rn), secret relationship, forbidden relationship?, semi public sex, fluff, oc is very blind, jk is kinda non chalant?, more suprises

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genre : corporate au, fluff, smut, boss x employee au

Pick whatever yall wanna get

I’m posting the teaser of i can see you tomorrow so yall know what yall are getting into.

Okay i just saw this edit on tiktok and i was like AHHH OMYGOD I WANNA MAKE A FIC ABOUT IT and im thinking i might just cancel “she’s not me” and just keep it in my drafts and do this instead??? What do yall think?? Please answer😭🙏🏻🙏🏻 i need yalls opinion badly. What do u guys think? Should i cancel she’s not me and do this inspired fic instead?

Actually im gonna change the first part😭 it makes me ick

she's not me - JK - FF - OS (M) teaser

pairings : ex!jk x ex!fem!reader

sypnosis : He said he moved on, but why does your toothbrush still stand next to his, even when he has "someone new" already?

genre : ex2l, cheating, smut, fluff if you squint

content/warnings : oral, smut, making out, yelling, semi public sex?, bitch!oc, oc is not very nice, mentions of hoseok x oc, blowjob, cum eating, missionary, tit play, lingerie, designer lover! oc, cheating! jk and oc.

disclaimer : this fic is completely fictional, i do not know any of the idols personally nor assuming that this is how they act in real life. this fic is for entertainment purposes only

I’ve been spoiled rotten, and I love it. I deserve it. I don’t care if it makes me sound like a bitch. I’ve worked too hard at being perfect to let anyone take it from me.

Except, apparently, Jungkook.

He used to be just like everyone else—willing to spoil me, give me everything, and more. I asked for his time, and he dropped everything. I asked for his love, and he fell hard. I asked for his attention, his affection, his devotion—and for a while, he gave me all of it without question.

But that wasn’t enough for me. It never is.

I needed him to give me more than just what I asked for. I needed him to want me like I was the air he breathed. I needed him obsessed, and for a while, he was. But then… I don’t know. Something shifted. I pushed him too far, maybe. I asked for too much. Suddenly, I was “too much” for him.

So he left. He said I was suffocating him, that he needed space, that I was too demanding. “I can’t do this anymore, Y/N,” he said, as if it was all my fault. Like he didn’t know who I was from the start. I thought it was just another one of his tantrums. I laughed it off, expecting him to come crawling back. He always did before.

But this time, he didn’t.

Weeks passed. Weeks where I didn’t get my good morning texts, my spontaneous gifts, or his undivided attention. He was serious this time. And honestly? I hated it. It burned me up inside. How dare he think he could leave me? How dare he act like he didn’t want me anymore?

No one leaves me. No one.

That’s why I’m here now, back in his apartment, sitting on his couch like nothing has changed. I didn’t tell him I was coming—I don’t need to. This place is practically mine anyway, just like he is. He can pretend all he wants that he’s over me, that he’s “moved on,” but we both know the truth. He’s still mine, even if he doesn’t want to admit it.

I glance around the apartment. The same minimalist decor, the same scent that lingers in the air—fresh, clean, unmistakably Jungkook. My eyes land on the toothbrush I left behind in his bathroom, still standing next to his like I never left. My lips curl into a smirk. He can’t even bring himself to throw that away.

Pathetic.

The door opens, and I hear his footsteps before I see him. I don’t turn around. I don’t need to. He’s already noticed me. I can hear the hesitation in the way his steps falter, like he wasn’t expecting to see me here. Good. I like catching him off guard.

“Y/N,” his voice comes out low, cautious. “What are you doing here?”

I stand up, slowly, deliberately, turning to face him with that same entitled smirk. “What? Not happy to see me?”

His jaw tightens, and I can tell he’s already losing his patience. “We broke up.”

“So?” I shrug, walking toward him. My heels click against the hardwood floor, the sound echoing in the silence between us. “That doesn’t mean I can’t visit. Or do I need an invitation now?”

His eyes narrow, but I can see the conflict there. He wants to be mad, but he can’t help it. Not when I’m this close. Not when I’m me.

“We can’t keep doing this,” he mutters, but even as he says it, his eyes are tracing every inch of me. He’s trying to keep his composure, but I can see the cracks forming. He’s trying so hard to hold on to whatever self-control he thinks he has left, but I know better. Jungkook’s always been weak when it comes to me.

I step even closer, close enough that I can feel the heat coming off his body. I tilt my head slightly, letting my lips brush against his ear, my voice a teasing whisper. “Then why aren’t you telling me to leave?”

He doesn’t answer. He never does, not when I’ve got him like this. I can practically feel the battle going on inside him, the way his fists clench at his sides as he tries to keep his distance. But it’s no use. He can’t resist me. He never could.

“Jungkook,” I say his name like it’s a command, like I already know he’s going to give in. “We both know you don’t want me to go.”

I watch his expression shift, the tension in his body building as I continue to push. I’ve always had this power over him, and it drives him crazy. He hates that he can’t stay away from me, that no matter what he says, he still wants me. I can see it in his eyes, feel it in the way his breath quickens as I run my fingers down his chest.

He exhales sharply, his resolve crumbling piece by piece. “Y/N…”

I pull back just enough to look him in the eyes, my smirk widening. “What? You said I was ‘too much,’ remember?” I raise a brow, daring him to deny it. “But you’re still here. And so am I.”

The silence between us is thick, charged with tension. He’s trying so hard to fight it, but we both know how this is going to end. He always caves. He always comes back. And I always get what I want.

“I don’t know why you’re still pretending, Jungkook,” I whisper, my lips inches from his. “We both know you want this.”

His breath hitches, and I know I’ve won. He grabs me, pulling me closer, his hands rough against my skin. He’s not gentle, not anymore, but I don’t care. I don’t need gentle. I need him to give me what I want.

And right now, I want him.

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