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Ride Or Die - Chapter 1 (m)

— pairing | Jeon Jungkook /Reader

— word c | 1,673

— genre | Mafia au!, angst Eventually smut.

— summary |  He seemed to have come out of a museum for being so handsome, it seemed to be that badboy coming straight from the teen movies, but as you go deep into his life, you realize he was not a badguy just to annoy his parentes. He was not a Badboy, but a BadMan. He sold drugs and his friends too. He commanded a dangerous, feared gang.And you fell madly in love with him, almost leaving your life and everyone you knew behind, to be with him..

— warnings/tags | Adult content, Violence, drugs, alcoholic beverages, explicit sex, low slang words.

— disclaimer | myself and this fic DOES NOT condone violence, abuse, use of drugs, alcohol or any kind of crimes. This is a fanfic, an alternative reality, I have no intention of offending anyone. If that makes you feel bad, please do not read. In this fanfic the character is not abusive to the reader, and remember, what Jungkook does in this fanfic is not what he does in real life. Myself or this fanfic does not have any type of connection with BTS, Jungkook or Bighit. Hope you like it.

— Ride Or Die - Character Biography.

‘01’ | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08 | 09 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 |

You had met Jungkook at school, he was the typical Badboy, no one there was his friend but everyone knew him, the girls would die for a drop of his attention, the popular guys and the football team hated him. Sometimes you would see him talk to some guys from the group of rockers, but never really saw him spend the snack with them or the breaks.

He did not usually quarrel in on his own, but if someone provoked him, God would take care of the soul of this poor fellow, ‘cause he would only leave him when the director took him away. The fact that he had never been expelled or something was because his family had a great influence on the city, his father was a judge.

It intrigued you, but not to the point you feel attracted to him.

Sometimes you caught him looking at you in the cafeteria blatantly during the lessons that were together or in physical education, but it was nothing like he wanted to flirt with you, he did not smile, did not send kisses and winks, or nodded, he simply stared at you as if he wanted to read or intimidate you.

Sometimes when the classroom was empty because of a storm or some event that would not allow some students to go to school, he would sit next to you in physics classes and tap his pen on the table until you turn him and ask him to stop, so he would look at you with his bowed head and throw the pen on the table, crossing his arms with his eyes still on you.

You felt your cheeks burning with the intensity he was looking at you, then thanked him in a weak voice and returned to class, paying attention to the teacher's explanation and trying to ignore that he was there beside you still staring at you relentlessly. For some reason, you were not scary of him.

The first real contact you had was in physical education class, when you were training gymnastics with your class on the same block that basketball students also played. He was there, sitting in the stands with boredom pouring from his eyes as he scowled at the other people there. These were the only times you and the others in school saw him using any color other than black, and you even admitted that he looked beautiful in the contrast that the blue shirt of the class had on his white skin. . Not even the football players who were known to be the school heartthrobs were as beautiful as he was using it.

You watched him from where you were, so you ended up not seeing when one of the basketball players flew over you, clumsy and trying to lessen the impact, he ended up stepping on hyour foot making you scream with pain and fall with your butt on the floor, holding your sprained ankle.

The game stopped and a group of people gathered around you. Some were your friends and were worried, others were just curious and wanted to see what had happened. The teacher knelt beside you, grasping your ankle and squeezing it, making hyou squeeze your lips and stifle a cry of pain. She said you needed to go to the infirmary. The one who had knocked you down, and who was apologetically tirelessly offered to take you and crouched down to pick you up, and that's when he appeared.

He passed the students, pushing them away and shoving the one who was kneeling beside you on the floor, making everyone look at him incredulously, even you, confused as to why he had done it.

"You've helped enough, don’t you think?" Jungkook said, staring at the boy next to you.

Soon after it was he who was crouching beside you. He put one of his arms under your back and the other under your thighs, rising without difficulty and carrying you out without saying a word and not looking at you.

You were embarrassed and too confused to formulate something to say, so you just kept your head down, looking at your own hands. As soon as you entered the infirmary he sat you down on the stretcher and the nurse approached asking what had happened. You were going to answer when Jungkook just turned his back and left the door behind him without letting you thank him for having helped you.

You ended up having to leave school early, and go to the doctor, who bandaged your foot and asked you to rest. So you stayed in bed for the rest of the week, unable to go to school and finally thank Jungkook.

During the time you stayed at home, you wondered what you could do to thank him, remembered that many times when he passed his car in the parking lot, he heard some rock music playing, so he decided to record a CD for him, it was pretty stupid and had a good chance he'll laugh at your face and make fun, but that's what you wanted to do, and that's what you did.

On Monday, you had not yet seen him during classes or breaks, but as soon as you saw him sitting in the bleachers in gym class, you decided it was time. You took the CD in your backpack and went back to the gym, wanting to do that before you gave up.

You climbed the stairs and as soon as he saw you, he did not look away until you were standing right next to him, your hands shaking as you held the CD. You stared at him for a few seconds and he did the same until you held out the CD to him. He looked at your hand and raised his eyebrows, picking up the CD. There was a note inside the cap saying ‘thank you’.

The corner of his mouth moved, forming a smile, and when he turned to say something, you were already coming down the stairs with a gaping grin on your face, and ran limping off the gym, which made him let out a low laugh, it seemed that you were running away from him. But you were actually trying to get away from yourself when you realized that the act of giving the CD to him and not just saying a ‘thank you’ just showed that you might have an attraction to him.

The next few weeks went by, and the interactions between you started, even if it was with timid "hi" directed to him as he passed you in the hallway and looked at you, or the nods he gave you when were seen from afar. You started to think that you really liked him, but your friends simply told you to leave and not get involved with him.

It was a Friday when you were at school, it was five minutes before the signal hit and you were in the almost empty library. Many students had missed school because the world was falling outside. After finishing reading, you returned the book and walked toward your locker.

"Hi." You jumped when he appeared beside you.

“Hi”

“You want a ride home?”  He asked leaning against the next locker, putting a hand in his pants pocket and bowed his head. He was not much taller than you, but you still had to lift your chin a little to see his face all over.

"I-I ... Why are you offering me a ride?" You ask confused closing the locker after putting your backpack in, not wanting to wet it when you went out in the rain.

"Because it's raining like hell, and that tub they call a school bus takes longer to ride on rainy days.” He said sarcastically. “So?”

"Thank you, but I do not want to bother you."

"If it were to bother me, I would not be offering." He said leaving you speechless and even more curious why he was offering you that. The signal then hit, but he did not move, still waiting for you answer. When you smiled and nodded, he straightened up and pointed to the school exit. You had to run to get to the car, to try to get wet as little as possible, and as soon as you entered, the two looked at each other and laughed. It was the first time you saw his smile and you liked it. The drive to your house was quick thanks to his ability to drive like crazy. The way was silent, only with the presence of guitar chords in the rock songs that played in the loudspeakers. As he parked in front of your house, he lowered the volume of the radio and you stood still for a few seconds until you turned to him and thanked him.

“You'll do something tonight?” - He asked as soon as you turned around picking up the door handle to open the door. You turned to him in surprise for what he had asked. He would ask you out? “I have a party to go, if you have nothing to do, I can take you.”

You thought well what was happening. He had brought you home and now was calling you out. He was being nice to you, maybe wanting to get close, you just did not know exactly why he wanted it, but seeing that you had nothing to lose and for some reason you trusted him, you decided to accept.

“What should I wear?” You asked instead of saying a simple yes or it would be cool. He laughed and looked away before looking back at you.

“Don’t wear colorful clothes”

You laughed and nodded as you got out of the car and ran toward the porch of your house as Jungkook's car disappeared down the street, leaving tire marks on the pavement.

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Ride Or Die - Chapter 2 (M)

— pairing | Jeon Jungkook /Reader

— word c | 5,607

— genre | Mafia au!, angst , Smut.

— summary |  He seemed to have come out of a museum for being so handsome, it seemed to be that badboy coming straight from the teen movies, but as you go deep into his life, you realize he was not a badguy just to annoy his parentes. He was not a Badboy, but a BadMan. He sold drugs and his friends too. He commanded a dangerous, feared gang.And you fell madly in love with him, almost leaving your life and everyone you knew behind, to be with him..

— warnings/tags | Adult content, Violence, drugs, alcoholic beverages, explicit sex, low slang words.

— disclaimer | myself and this fic DOES NOT condone violence, abuse, use of drugs, alcohol or any kind of crimes. This is a fanfic, an alternative reality, I have no intention of offending anyone. If that makes you feel bad, please do not read. In this fanfic the character is not abusive to the reader, and remember, what Jungkook does in this fanfic is not what he does in real life. Myself or this fanfic does not have any type of connection with BTS, Jungkook or Bighit. Hope you like it.

— Ride Or Die - Character Biography.

01 | ‘02′ | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 | 08 | 09 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 |

You started hanging out every Friday and Saturday of the month, and on Sundays he would come to your house and you would talk until the night, when he kissed you and left, leaving you dizzy with happiness. Being with him kept you alive, made you feel alive. You told your parents that he was your friend, because that was the truth, you were not dating, just hanging out together.

At school, you eventually drifted away from your friends and ended up sitting with him at lunch, and in physical education you kept talking about stupid things that made you both laugh. In physics classes, when he started tapping the pen on the table, you did not ask him to stop anymore, but would turn to him and slap his hand, knocking the pen down and making him laugh and drop a comment like ‘the princess is angry today’ and ‘someone needs to calm you down, princess.’ People were confused when they saw you together. When you walked together through the crowded hallways and someone laughed, Jungkook would give them deadly looks that made them lower their heads or look away. And some girls were staring at you with bad eyes for you doing something they never could, catching the official Badboy from school.

One day, Jungkook said he would arrive later at school because he had some things to do, but it was snack time and he still had not shown up, so you sat with your friends and were talking about random things until you decided to get up and ended butting heads with a girl who was with a glass of juice in hand, making some juice spilling on the floor.

"Are you blind, you bitch?" She yelled angrily, calling the attention of everyone in the cafeteria and everyone stopped what they were doing to see what was happening.

"I'm sorry, but it did not even touch you." You said in defense, that's when the girl threw the juice of the glass at you, wetting your shirt and pants, making you take a few steps back in shock. You did not know what to feel at that moment. You did not know if you were embarrassed, humiliated, angry or all together. Your friends by your side were as shocked as you and did not have the courage to say a word because the one with whom you had bumped, was the captain of the cheerleading team and was dating one of the football players who had two logs instead of arms, so the fear of him doing something against them was too big, and you understood that. The whole canteen was invaded with the laughter of the people. They loved to see someone being humiliated, they felt better with it.

“Are you going to cry?" Chelsea, the girl asked you, bursting into laughter.

“Apologize to her." 

You were still deciding whether to jump on her neck or get out of there when a voice spoke over the laughter and made everyone shut up and look at whoever was behind Chelsea. She moved to the side, looking back and there was Jungkook with an unhappy expression on his face. Everyone there had seen that look before, when a guy tried to pull fight with him and succeeded, ending up in the infirmary with a broken nose and a dislocated shoulder. “I told you to apologize, you bitch.” He yelled making Chelsea jumped back and turned at once to you.

“I'm sorry, please, I'm sorry.” She whimpered, clasping her hands together, as if imploring something. It was very easy for people to be afraid of him, but that was something you had never felt before. What you felt for him was completely different. You ignored her and just focused on Jungkook who walked up to you, putting the jacket he wore on your shoulders and hugged you giving you a kiss on the forehead.

“Never fuck with her again.” He threatened between teeth for Chelsea who was quiet, before leading you out of the canteen.

For some reason, you did not feel bad for her, did not feel that Jungkook should have taken it lightly with her, you just wanted to kiss him and thank him for what he had done, so as soon as you entered the dressing room, you pulled him behind the cabinets, hiding from the door and pulled him against you, kissing him hard, digging your fingers through his hair, making him moan against your lips as he grabbed your waist and lifted you up, placing your thighs around his waist and leaning against him in one of the cabinets, pressing his volume between your legs. His kisses went down to your neck, making you tilt your head a little more to give him more space. You groaned with Jungkook's hot wet lips on your skin, which made him groan back.

"If I do not stop, we'll end up having sex here." He whispered back to kiss you, invading your mouth with his tongue, increasing the pressure of his lips. “Tell me to stop.” He whispered, lowering his kisses to your neck. It was a joke, how did he want you to stop him when it was being so good?

"I say, if you promise to continue it later." You said panting, pulling at his hair. He laughed against your skin and lifted his chin, looking directly into your eyes.

"Is that what I understood? The princess wants to spend the night with me?”

"It does not have to be at night, we can do it after class.” You said biting your lips, seeing lust running through his eyes.

"I'm not good at taking anyone's virginity, I'm just warning you.” Hearing those words, you threw your head back and laughed, leaving him confused by your sudden outburst.

"I'm not a virgin, Jungkook." You said down from his lap, wiping your tears that eventually fell for you laugh like crazy. He frowned and stared at you waiting for an explanation. "It's not because I refuse to walk with the popular that I am the nerd and innocent who has never laid a hand on a dick in life and is ashamed of the sexual safety class. I am not virgin.” You laughed again and this time he accompanied you, pulling your arm and pressing you against the cabinets again, pushing himself toward you. He held your arms over your head and gave you light kisses on the cheek before attacking your mouth again.

“Great.” He whispered hoarsely. "That means I do not have to take it easy with you later." And so he bit your lip, making you press your thighs, wanting some kind of touch between your legs.

“Great.” You repeated what he had said and pushed your tongue against his mouth.

"But I need you to give me something." He said separating the kiss, looking at you seriously and dropping his arms. You laughed.

"I'll make you cum, what more do you want?"

"You," he answered without hesitation, without laughing or smiling, he continued serious. You frowned, not understanding exactly what he meant by ‘you’. “Officially." And then you get it. He was asking you to date him, in his strange and hard way. You smiled and wrapped your arms around his neck, giving him a calm, slow kiss.

"I've always been and always will be yours.”

After class is over, Jungkook took you to his house. He had already mentioned that he lived with a friend because he had his own job and did not want to live at anyone's expense. Then with 16 he left his parents' house. As you entered the house and came to his room, it was only a matter of him locking the door and you were in his bed.

You no longer detach yourself from there, and in the next seven months you came even closer. You began to spend even more time together, to go to more bars, you got drunk and spent the night in the street with him, you fucked in the car, leaning against it, in the toilets of the bars, in the bathrooms of the houses that went to parties, in his house, and in other places as well. He taught you to drive and you would sometimes get your car to practice, always with him praising you in a coded way, hiding behind Badboy's attitude.

Now in the present, your parents who had already made it clear that they did not like him and would never like Jungkook, intimated you to break up with him. They took your cell phone and your laptop, so you could not talk more with him and not only changed schools you, because there was only a month to your graduation. After realizing that your parents had fallen asleep, you rose from your bed after crying for hours. You had spent all day lying in the bed, just listening to your parents screaming at you how stupid you were to be dating someone like him, saying that you would destroy your life if you continued with him. All this just because they did not like your boyfriend.

You pulled on your shoes and grabbed your jacket, left the room walking on tiptoe and went downstairs, opened the front door and out. Once moved away a few meters from the house, you began to run away from there. It was past ten at night, and Jungkook would kill you to know you were on the street by yourself at this time, but there was no other way to get to him other than that. As soon as you reached the street where he lived, you felt exhausted after running so hard to get there. Approaching the house, you saw him out the front door, slamming it and striding toward the Dodge 78 that was parked in front of his garage. He was wearing a leather jacket, black pants, and black hair was thrown forward, covering his forehead. As he stepped onto the sidewalk and turned his face two centimeters, he saw you walking toward him.

He was ready to scold you for not answering any of his messages or his calls, but as soon as he saw your condition and your tears falling down your cheeks, another thought popped into his head: Who would he beat up for making his girl cry?

"What happened, Princess?" He asked, hurrying toward you and holding you in his arms while you were crying compulsively. He held your body and fit your thighs around his waist, backing down the path and kicking the front door to enter the house. Hoseok, a friend of Jungkook who lived with him was watching TV and was startled by his friend's sudden action, but when he saw you and your state, understood why. Jungkook sat on the couch with you on his lap and let you cry as much as you wanted on his neck, just stroking your back and squeezing his lips. Every sob that you gave, the more his anger rose. Whoever would have hurt you would pay.

Hoseok went to the kitchen and took a glass of water to you. So you took a sip and calmed down.

“Who made you cry?” He asked seriously.

“My parentes took my cell phone and my laptop so I could not talk to you. They want me to break up with you.” You said quietly, almost whispering. Jungkook sighed, relieved that no one had hurt you.

"Baby, your parents never liked me, and that was never an impediment to us.”

"This time it's different.” You whimpered again. "They want to send me to Australia, to an aunt's house ..." And at that moment the blood rushed from Jungkook's face. He clenched his jaw and looked at Hoseok who was in the next chair, equally surprised.

“When?” He asked.

“After graduation.”

“Fuck!” He hissed, grabbing his hair. He knew he had to control his anger, because you were on his lap. He could not imagine his life without you anymore, he could not even look at another woman but you, he would break if you left, just like you. Silence reigned in there. No one has anything to say, there was nothing to say.The feeling of thinking you would have to get away from him, made your heart clench and you started crying again, grabbing his neck and murmuring "I do not want to get away from you" several times.

“Jungkook, can I talk to you a minute?” Hoseok said getting up.

"It's not the best time, Hoseok.”

"Seriously, Jeon!" He said. Jungkook knew that, since Hoseok never called him by his last name.

“Princess, give me just a minute, okay?” He said to you, who nodded through sobs and threw yourself into the seat next to him. So they went to the kitchen and let you cry a little more. “What?”

“Let's put her”. Hoseok said, causing Jungkook to frown, soon after realizing what he was talking about. “If ...”

“No, no way. I'm not going to involve her in this.”

“Think with me dude, we're in need of someone else, and it's easy work, she will only have to drive. And the sooner she gets to know what we do, the sooner she can come live with you.”

”It's dangerous...”

"Being with you is dangerous, you're crazy. This job, this is easy job close to dating you.”

“Real funny, dork!” Jungkook said sarcastically.

“What I mean is that being with you is already dangerous enough, she's going to have to learn to live with it if you want to be together. Sooner or later you will have to tell her.”

“I can’t ask her that ...” He said leaning on the sink and running his hands over his face. “She's ... too good for that.”

"Do you want her to leave?" Hoseok asked and Jungkook glanced at him, showing that the answer was obvious. He did not want you to leave him, he wanted you with him. “Because I'm sure she does not want to go. And I'm sure she would do everything for you, as you would for her. And we cannot continue here if she comes to live with us, the house hardly fits us. And I'm sure you will not ask your father to ...”

"What if we can not do the job, Hoseok? We're going to be arrested and so is she.”

“I can’t believe that I'm alive to see the sociopath Jeon Jungkook caring about someone.” Hoseok said discredited, shaking his head in disbelief.

“Exactly, I still have control over some emotions, but that's not the case here. She's the only thing that matters to me. I'll just kill her parents and problem solved.”

“Do not kill her parents, at least not yet” He sighed. “Just think about it, okay? This will help her and you. And if you doubt whether or not she would do anything for you, just ask her.”

Jungkook nodded and went back into the living room with his friend, seeing you curled up on the couch, but this time without crying. He sat down beside you and pulled you onto his lap.

"I'm going, if you want to show up, it's going to be really cool. And y/n?”

“Yes?”

“It will be all right, I'm sure no one will separate you two. You’re too stubborn to let that happen.” He said and it made you smile. Hoseok waved to you and left the house. Jungkook was involved in thoughts and only realized that you were calling him when you kissed him on the lips.

“Is everything okay?" You asked and he stared at you for a moment. You were the most precious thing that had come into his life, the person with whom he cared most. He would do everything for you, he would die for you, kill for you.

“You are the most important person in my life, no one is above you. I'll do anything for you, Y/n. Everything.”  He said putting his forehead on your, your breaths came together and you felt calm at the moment, safe. The power he had over you was immense. "Tell me what you want me to do about it and I'll do it."

“Let's take a bath together?” You asked him, who smiled. “I missed you.”

“Is that really what I understood? Does my little hottie baby want me inside her under the shower?” He asked, lowering his hands to your thighs, no longer seeing the sadness that had made your eyes clouded before. You nodded biting your lip and standing. He slapped you in the ass that made you scream and climb the stairs toward the only bathroom in the house that was down the hall. As you walked toward it, you turned around and started to undress, throwing your clothes down the hallway as Jungkook followed you, watching the show, his eyes glittering in temptation, beginning to undress as well, starting with the jacket, then the shirt and finally the pants. When he reached you, he took you in his arms kissing you as you fumbled the door, opened it, entering the bathroom.

After turning on the shower, you helped him take off your bra. He pushed you against the wall of the box and came down kissing your body until took off your panties and tossed it out.

"You're so wet, baby.” He said after kneeling on the floor and lift one of your legs to get a better view of your cunt. "You want me to suck you, huh?" He asked letting out a chuckle and looking at you who nodded frantically as you bit your lips, while massaging your entry with his thumb. “Use your words love, you want me to suck you, hm? Want me to make you crazy using my tongue in that piece of paradise, huh?”

“Yes Jungkook, please suck me." You whispered and so he did. He ran his tongue over your clit and began to suck you, making your legs tremble as soon as he started. That was one of the things you liked best about him, the pleasure he had in doing that to you, which many guys did not have. Unable to hold it, you grabbed his hair and started to roll in his mouth, making him smile between the act. This was his favorite part of it, when you could not hold the pleasure. Your loud, delicate groans echoed through the bathroom and perhaps even through the house, but you did not care, and neither did he. That's when you feel two fingers coming at you, at first slowly, but then he increased the speed and strength, making you bend over him, moaning and raving.

"I do not want to cum now. "You moaned, tugging on Jungkook's hair, begging him to stop.

"It's all right, baby. You'll come again, I promise.” He said against her clit causing him to shiver. A little more and you moaned loudly when the wave of pleasure took over your body. Jungkook laughed pulling his fingers out from you and then he was standing, placing you face against the wall and pulling your hips back making you steep as he played with his cock in your entry, before putting it in until the fist. “Fuck baby… I never get tired of getting in here, baby. I really like being inside your fucking tight pussy.” He whispered in your ear as he moved slowly inside you, holding onto your back, which made you growl and arch your back.

“Harder, please.” You begged, making him laugh maliciously.

“Do you want harder, baby? Stronger? Deeper? Hm?” You shook your head, nodding, standing on tiptoe, prancing toward him, moving against him, begging for more contact. “Do you want me to screw up that tight little pussy with my dick going deep inside you?” You nodded desperately “Your wish is my command.”

So he increased his movements, going back and forth hard, going deep into you. The snap of his hips slapping against you echoed with your moans all over the bathroom, even over the shower water falling over. Jungkook ran one of his hands down your stomach and climbed up to your neck, holding and forcing you to lean back a bit as he squeezed a little, just letting the necessary amount of air flow into your lungs while his other hand came down up to your clit and began to play.

“Oh baby” You moaned, through your breath, holding the arm he use to choke you.

“Yes baby? Do you want to cum in this dick, hm? Do you want to cum with my fat dick inside your little pussy, baby?”

“Yes please Jungkook, please make me cum.” You groaned feeling her walls begin to tighten around him.

“How bad do you want to cum, baby? Tell me and i will make it real.” He whispered hoarsely, biting your ear, causing you to roll your eyes and move your hips toward his hard, increasing the strength of the movements.

“So bad baby, i want it so baby-oh my god”

“Wrong deity, baby.” He said through clenched teeth, increasing the strength of strokes, making her scream with pleasure. As soon as you felt you were close, you gripped Jungkook's arm and screamed with orgasm taking hold of your body as he stocked hard and deep.

“I love you." You said dizzy with all the pleasure that still ran through your body. This was the first time you'd said that, and because it was at the moment he was hitting you from behind, it was so spontaneous than something inside him exploded, making him growl and kiss the full length of your neck and shoulder as he whispered dirty words and moaned.

"Oh fuck y/n, I fucking love you." He groaned as his cock throbbed, coming inside you. The mismatch breath, the feeling of pleasure involving two of you. Jungkook hugged your body and leaned his chin on your shoulder, trying to calm his breathing and his heart. Now he was sure you would do anything for him, because now he had heard from you that you loved him.

After sex, you were lying on the bed, both silent. He had you on his chest and stroked your hair thinking about what to do about your situation with your parents. He definitely wanted to bring you to live with him, but not in that house, it was small and the neighborhood was not good. He wanted someplace better for you to grow together, to love together.

When he started having that feeling for you, when he started to feel love it was weird for him. Sociopaths are not known to have feelings for other people. Sociopaths do not like to stay in groups, they preferred solitude, unlike the psychopaths who manipulated the feelings of the people in their favor. The only feeling that Jungkook manipulated in his favor was fear. He liked it when he saw people falling apart under his gaze, and sometimes he wondered if he was a sociopath or psychopath, after all, he did not like manipulating feelings, but he liked to kill. After you entered his life, his need to kill diminished. That was really weird. But now that he has discovered that your parents want to send you away from him, the desire to kill has come back. He would do nothing for now, but if he had to, he would not worry about doing what he thought was right, for the both of you.

He did not care that you were young, in two months you would be turning 18 and could be officially free to leave your parents' home. But now that they decided to take you away from him, he needed to act quicker since he could not wait until you turned eighteen. Well, maybe killing them now is not a bad option. He thought. He sighed lost in thought and did not realize you was staring at him all the time. As soon as his eyes came down to you, you smiled.

“You are so handsome”

“I know.” He said causing you to giggle and slap his abdomen. “Hey, violence is never the answer”

“Said the guy who hits someone just by looking at me.”

“This is different, you are my woman, I have to protect my girl.”

“You should protect me from yourself, dork, I'm still numb, but tomorrow I'll be all sore.” You said laughing, getting off him and lying down next to him.

“You asked for it, doll, and I do everything you ask , remember?” He said caressing her cheek. "Say it again, baby.”

“Say what?”

“Those words you said while you were cumming for me. I want to hear them again.”

“I love you." You said, making an innocent smile spring from his lips.

“I love you too.” He said making you smile and pulling you into a strong and comfortable hug.

The next day he gave you a phone so you could talk to him when you needed it without your parents knowing. You spent the day together, and at night you went to a bar. You had some clothes at his house so you would not have a problem with that. As soon as you arrived at the bar, you observed the place, it was not very different from the bars that you had already frequented with him. It was big, there was a sign over the door with green neon written Rock Bar. Inside, there was a small stage with some musical instruments on top, the place was large and crowded, as was usual at night with live show. He said he had to talk to someone and asked you to wait at the bar and so you did. You were sitting at the bar drinking alcohollessly since you would not be given liquor there, had talked to the barman who was a friend of Jungkook, when someone sat next to you and was staring at you. Starting to feel uncomfortable, you turned to the person and asked if he had lost something in you.

“No, I just thought you pretty much for a place like this.” The man said and you narrowed your eyes.  “If you want to go to a better place than this...”

“I would not do that if I were you.” The bartender said, making you take another sip of your drink as the man looked at the waiter.

“And why not?” The man asked.

“She's Jeon's girl.” The bartender said and so you looked at the man who was amazed. His eyes widened. Why do people seem so afraid of Jungkook? You thought blinking a few times and taking another sip of your drink.

“Jeon Jungkook? The dealer? The Drug dealer?” As the words entered your ears, you choked on the drink. The bartender's eyes widened and he glanced at the man as if to say ‘you should not have said that.’

You was about to ask what he was talking about when Jungkook appeared to put his arm around your shoulders, causing that man to get up at once, scared, apologizing to Jungkook saying he did not know you was his girl and so disappearing among other people. You'd thought he'd confused Jungkook with someone, but as soon as you saw his frightened gaze, he knew it was from the same person he spoke to.

“Drug dealer?” You hissed between your lips, confused and turned to Jungkook, who was frowning at you. “Drug dealer, Jungkook?”  You raised the tone of your voice and you could see the blood fading from his face as soon as he heard what you had said. You got up and ignored his calls, slipped out of the people and walked out of the bar, walking furiously and confused at the same time by the sidewalk.

“Y/n, wait.” You heard his voice scream, and his feet hit the ground as he rushed toward you. “Princess...”

“That man said you're a drug dealer, Jungkook, please tell me that's not true." You said turning to him, already with tears threatening to fall.

“I can’t.”

“You can’t what?”

“I can’t say that is not true because it is.”

“Fuck Jungkook." You cursed throwing your hands up in disbelief, beginning to walk in circles on the sidewalk, trying to control your emotions, until you leaned against his car and stared at the sky taking a deep breath. The world collapsed around you.

“Do you love me less because of it?” He asked in a cold voice, making you look at him. The answer was no. You still loved him with the same intensity as you had loved since you fell in love with him months ago. You studied him for a few seconds, tense shoulders, tight jaw, uncomfortable position, arched eyebrows, all waiting for you to respond. You sighed and shook your head, denying it. He seemed to ease, but still continued standing there, he did not want to force the issue, still had a great chance that you broke up with him there at that time. But incredibly, break up with him not crossed your mind. You were angry, yes, but did not know if you was angry at him for not telling you anything or for being what it is.

You ran a hand through your hair and sighed heavily. You did not want to argue with him now, you did not want to quarrel with him. But that was too much for a weekend. You had quarreled with his parents, they had yelled at you, you told Jungkook you loved him and he returned the feeling and now you had discovered that he was a drug dealer.

“Take me Home." You asked, opening the passenger door and getting into the car. He sighed and walked around the car, entering and driving to his house silently. When you reached the street of your house, you remembered that you had left the house last night and that you had not yet returned there. Your parents were on the sidewalk talking to their neighbors and as soon as they saw Jungkook's car, you did not know if they were relieved or furious. Jungkook parked the car and you left without saying a word. He did the same and followed you up the sidewalk and holding your wrist, making you look at him.

“Please ... Let's talk about this.” He asked now holding you face, forcing you to look at him, to see his worried and frightened eyes. “Don’t leave me.” That was his fear at that moment. He was not afraid you would tell the police or something, he was afraid of losing you. Because you were the most important person in his life, as he was for you. That was not Badboy Jungkook who spoke, the one in front of you was just the Jungkook, the sweet Jungkook, the one you had fallen in love with.

“Y/n y/s/n, go inside now.” The voice of your mother screaming brought you out of the trance that was to plunge in those black eyes of your boyfriend. You sighed again, having no desire or patience to talk to anyone at the time, even if it was with him.

“We'll talk tomorrow at school, okay?” You said. He did not smile, he was not satisfied with that answer, if it was someone else, he would press up to speak what he wanted to hear, but with you it was different. He just nodded and gave you a kiss on the forehead, releasing you. As soon as you passed your mother, you heard your father yell at him.

“I don’t want you near my daughter, you brat.”

“You don’t have to want nothing.” He roared angrily. “‘Cause while she stills loving me and wanting me to be with her, I'll stay by her side. And there is no one in this world who will take her away from me as long as she wants to be with me.” So he glanced at her before getting into the car and leaving.

You ignored the screams of your parents against you saying how dumb and irresponsible you were and just came into your room locking the door and throwing yourself on the bed, starting to cry again. What would you do now?

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Ride or Die - Chapter 11 (m)

— pairing | Jeon Jungkook /Reader — word c | 5,606 — genre | Mafia au!, Angst , smut. — summary |  He seemed to have come out of a museum for being so handsome, it seemed to be that badboy coming straight from the teen movies, but as you go deep into his life, you realize he was not a badguy just to annoy his parentes. He was not a Badboy, but a BadMan. He sold drugs and his friends too. He commanded a dangerous, feared gang.And you fell madly in love with him, almost leaving your life and everyone you knew behind, to be with him.. — warnings/tags | Adult content, Violence, drugs, alcoholic beverages, explicit sex, low slang words. — disclaimer | myself and this fic DOES NOT condone violence, abuse, use of drugs, alcohol or any kind of crimes. This is a fanfic, an alternative reality, I have no intention of offending anyone. If that makes you feel bad, please do not read. In this fanfic the character is not abusive to the reader, and remember, what Jungkook does in this fanfic is not what he does in real life. Myself or this fanfic does not have any type of connection with BTS, Jungkook or Bighit. Hope you like it.

— Ride Or Die - Character Biography.

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Jungkook was sitting on the edge of his bed, he stared at your photo as wallpaper on his cell phone screen and sighed every time he thought how much he missed you. Of all the decisions he had to make in his life, leaving you was by far the most painful and difficult. He didn’t mind killing people, torturing them, making them suffer, let alone the consequences his actions would do to their lives. But when it came to you, it all got complicated.

During the months that you were separated, he tried his best to stay away from you, the first month was easy, until the day Hoseok came saying that he hadn’t found you and that the neighbors hadn’t seen in weeks. Jungkook panicked, sending as many men as he could to search for you around the city. When Hoseok called him again saying that everything was fine and that you had appeared safe and sound, he had to hear your voice to prove it, he could barely hold himself as he heard your tearful voice calling his name on the other end of the line, and when he hung up the phone, he tossed the phone into the wall and destroyed everything that could be destroyed in that room. He hated to be the reason for your pain.

The second month became difficult, Jungkook had to fill himself with jobs to not go after you and to take you in his arms, beg for you to forgive him and accept him back. That month was simply the worst month for anyone who decided to annoy the infamous Jeon Jungkook. The fury, the anger, the lack he felt from you was consuming him and he managed to become even more dangerous and deadly than before. Anyone who crossed his path, anyone who dared go wrong with him, annoy him or who simply touched on the subject ‘you’ Jungkook had no mercy.

The third month became impossible for Jungkook to overcome the lack of you. He started to get out of control, with the feelings on his skin, taking control of his mind and body, making him unstable and a million times more dangerous, so he turned away from the leadership of the Century, leaving it in Hoseok's hands. Jungkook barely left the room during the day, and if he hadn’t eaten before, now he simply didn’t even come close to meals. When he realized, he was going out at night to chase after you. Often he just stopped across the street from your house and watch you through the living room windows. Sometimes he would go to college and watch you from afar, how happy you looked with your friends. But he knew you well enough to know that the smiles you gave them was fake, because he knew you were suffering too. Other times he would follow you through the streets at night, hidden in the shadows, while you were doing night walks. He loved the way you shook your head, moved your feet and arms, totally relaxed, dancing to the music that came from your headphones. He hated dancing, but he loved watching you dance.

Sitting in that bed, looking at your photo, he remembered one night as he was following you, he was across the street, hidden in the shadows of the alleys. You were dancing again, as you did every time you went out to walk the night. He then spotted a man a few meters behind you. From the way he walked and looked at you, Jungkook knew that this man would try something and he wouldn’t let anything happen. No one would harm you, his angel, his light.

With quick, silent steps, he crossed the street and approached the man who was already approaching you from behind. The music on the headphones was so loud that you didn’t even hear that approach. Jungkook crept behind the man and grabbed him from behind, covering his mouth and pulling him to an alleyway few yards behind you. Jeon threw the man on the floor of the alley and peered into the street, seeing that you kept walking and dancing quietly, a sign that you hadn’t noticed anything.

“Are you crazy ...” The man started talking, rising from the ground and heading toward Jeon who opened his pocket knife and let the blade slip out, striking the man with the knife, piercing his lungs, letting him fall to the ground and agonize.

"Yeah, I got crazy when I saw what you were about to do with my girl." He said quietly lowering himself to the side of the man who groaned in pain and began to choke on his own blood. He smiled, satisfied with what was happening, the blood being pumped out of the man's body through the hole Jeon's knife made, soiling his black shirt with blood. “I'll have mercy on you and I will not stab you again. I hope you suffer a lot on the road to hell. One day, I'll be there to stab you again, and again and again.” He growled and got up, putting his penknife in his pocket and walking with his hands in the pockets of his jacket, as if nothing had happened.

Returning to the present, Hoseok's voice caught his eye, making him look at the door and see his friend leaning against the portal. He did not have a good expression on his face.

"Yoongi and Namjoon are in Velvet and apparently have members of the East gang there. The two are thinking that maybe the guys want to pull a fight with them. I tried to call Taehyung to send him there, but his phone It's off. "

"Alright." Jungkook said getting up from the bed and walking out of the room. The two of them left the house and entered the Dodge, heading towards the nightclub.

When Jungkook and Hoseok arrived at the pub, the first thing they did upon entering the establishment was to look for Yoongi and Namjoon, who were leaning against a wall, in a dimly lit corner of the place. Both of them had crossed arms and stared a specific location, four guys sitting in the bar, talking to each other and looking disguisedly in the direction of the two.

"Did they say anything to you?" Jungkook asked as he approached his friends.

"No, but they've been staring at us since they arrived. The first one, wearing that red T-shirt, I've seen him walking with the lider of the East gang. He's a guard or something.” Namjoon said.

"And the four of them are armed." Yoongi said. "They'll do something, and if it's not with us, it's with the place. If they're not going to attack us four, that means they intend to attack the place."

“They're in Century territory, if they do anything, they will provoke war with us and the Jeon's mafia.” Jungkook said turning around and watching the men. "They cannot be stupid enough to get into enemy territory in just four. There must be more of them around here."

"And if there are more of them, we're at a disadvantage. Where is Taehyung anyway?" Namjoon asked.

"I don’t know, his cell phone is off." Hoseok said. Jungkook snorted and pulled out his cell phone, trying to call Kim again. That's when Hoseok saw Taehyung coming through the door of the nightclub. Yoongi and Namjoon were relieved to know that nothing had happened to the boy, but Hoseok frowned when he realized that there was a hand holding Taehyung's arm. It was a small, delicate hand, it was a girl's hand. “Holy shit.” Jung exclaimed loudly and nudged Jungkook's shoulder, drawing his attention as he turned in the direction the others looked at with wide eyes. Jeon almost had a heart attack when he saw you standing next to him, holding his arm as he made his way through the crowd.

You wore a white dress, and high heels. So innocent and helpless hiding behind Taehyung. Jungkook did not know what to think at the time. He followed you both with his eyes and as you walked towards the drinks counter, where those men were, the fury invaded the veins of Jungkook. He didn’t think twice before taking the gun he kept at his waist and walking toward the drinks counter. The other three did the same, following the leader. He was not going to allow anyone to touch you. They wouldn’t allow it.

Meanwhile, you and Taehyung ordered your drinks from the bartender and talked about something random when one of the men who was sitting next to you, wearing a red shirt, said something catching your attention.

"Wow, Jeon's famous girl is even prettier up close.”

Taehyung raised one eyebrow, looking directly at that man.

"Yes, but it's not for your beak, you scumbag."

"Now that you're done, you decided to get another member of Century, sweetheart?" The guy in the red shirt asked, raising his hand toward you, but before he could touch your skin, Taehyung pulled you back and Jungkook quickly approached, holding the man's head and slamming it against the counter, pushing it against the furniture, and placed the gun on his head. The other three boys made a point of doing something, but Yoongi, Namjoon, and Hoseok placed them on the sight of their pistols. The bartender simply ignored that gesture as half the people there as well.

“If you touch her, I'll spread your brain across the floor.” Jungkook growled, putting pressure on the hand that shoved the man's head against the counter. You stared wide-eyed at the scene above Taehyung's shoulders that held you protectively behind him. You couldn’t describe the feeling of seeing Jungkook again after so long. He was still the same, handsome, charming, intimidating, passionate, and dangerous. He was still the same man you fell in love with. “I want you and your fucking friends out of my area in 30 seconds, or I'll hunt you down, kill you and send your bodies to your families, you got me, you shit?” The man just nodded frantically before Jeon grabbed his hair and tossed him to the floor. Half a minute later, those four men rushed out of the nightclub, which made Hoseok slightly confused. It seemed to be being too easy.

As soon as Jeon saw that these men had left the pub, he turned toward Taehyung, advancing furiously against him, hitting him with a punch in the jaw, making you hop back and cover your mouth, smothering a cry of surprise .

“But what the hell are you doing with her? What the fuck do you have in mind? What did I tell you to do, you idiot?” He screamed and hit him with a knee in the stomach, making you hold your breath, startled by Jungkook's reaction to Taehyung. “I told you and the others to stay away from her precisely because of that. The danger.”

And when you saw that Jeon would strike another blow toward Taehyung, you jumped in front of him, intending to protect him. You closed your eyes tightly, waiting for the impact Jungkook's punch would have on you, but nothing happened. When you opened your eyes, Jeon stood with his fist raised, standing in the air, his eyes wide and his face pale. Namjoon and Yoongi looked at each other in astonishment as Hoseok went on the defensive position, ready to fight Jungkook if he had really hit you, even though he knew Jungkook would never do it. Seconds later, Jungkook's face turned red and he lowered his fist, exploding shortly afterwards

“What the hell, (Y/N), I could have hit you, are you crazy?"

Three months away from you and that's what he had to say? You sighed, feeling the tears threatening to fall from your eyes, the sadness and happiness of seeing him again personally, but the sadness you felt through his words was triggering an avalanche of emotions that you just couldn’t handle and pretend to be okay.

"Is that all you have to tell me?" You whimpered, a tear trickling down your cheek, making Jungkook's expression soften instantly. He lowered his shoulders, finally realizing you were there in front of him, but he was acting like a jerk again.

You snorted and turned, running toward the pub's exit, head down and after passing through the sea of people, you finally left the nightclub hugging your body feeling the chill of the night. That was not how you planned your re-encounter with Jungkook, that was not how it was supposed to be. In your head that scene would have happened completely different. After he had expelled those men from there, he should have held you tightly, let you cry on his chest, he should comfort you, he should apologize for the days you missed crying for him, he should say that he loved you, and missed you. He should have been sweet to you and not rude. You sniffed once more, holding as much of your tears as you could, you didn’t want to cry.

And at that moment, you could only think of Jimin's words. It was always him who dried your tears, it was Jimin who was always with you when you cried because of Jungkook and in that moment, once again you cried because of him. That wasn’t right, why were you in love with Jungkook? Why couldn’t you be in love with Jimin? He sure wouldn’t make you cry like now. However, your body, soul and heart belonged to Jungkook. And forever would be his, even if it hurts, even if you were not together, you would never find someone like him, you would never love someone like him, not even Jimin.

Jungkook didn’t waste a second and went after you, past people and following you out. He saw you walking briskly down the sidewalk, arms wrapped around your body, trying to shield you from the cold. For three months he had the urge to talk to you, to touch you, but he held on because he knew it was right for you, but at that moment he was fucking himself for what was right. He wouldn’t let the woman of his life walk alone on the street, in that cold. He walked over to the Dodge, he sped the car and approached you. He did not have to honk, because you knew the engine sound of the Dodge 78 well. You thought to ignore and keep walking, but the truth was, you needed to be close to him. You stopped walking as the car parked beside you on the sidewalk.

Jungkook reached for the backseat and took out a jacket. He got out of the vehicle and turned around, approaching you. As much as he wanted to pick you up and kiss you, he just helped you put on his jacket. You still sniffed and refused to lift your head, but didn’t think twice before stepping into the car in silence as he opened the passenger door for you.

He wasn’t running this time, he was in no hurry to get anywhere.

“Why are you doing this?” You asked after twenty minutes that Jungkook was just roaming the city. He drew his attention from the street to look at you who had eyes and a red nose before turning his attention back to the road with a shrug.

"I couldn’t leave you alone on the street at this time and in the cold."

“Why do you care?”

“Because I love you.”

"Then why did you break up with me?" Your voice cracked as you said that, shrinking again and crying. He drove for another few minutes to park his car in front of a park and turn off the engine. He remained silent, listening to the sniffles echoing through the car. He then finally took a deep breath and began to speak.

"The day you left that house, my life was over, (Y/N)!" He started, staring out of the car through the front window. "I didn’t ... I didn’t want to break up with you, you know what you are for me. You know how important you’re to me.”

“If I were really important, you wouldn’t have left me." You said interrupting him. Jungkook immediately turned to you, his eyebrows drooping and his jaw clenched, not believing what he was hearing. You shrugged into the seat, not looking at him. "You just had to talk to me, if you really cared, you wouldn’t have left me."

"I know you're hurt, I know a part of you must hate me, but never say that I don’t care about you." He said putting his hand on your chin, turning your face toward him, forcing you to look at him. As he looks into your eyes, he can see various feelings passing through them, anger, pain, fear, sadness. But he could also see that affection you had whenever you looked at him. “I did what I did to protect you. Your parents are dead because of me, but they wouldn’t be if I hadn’t come into your life.”

"Stop it, Jungkook.” You growled, growing angry. You left the car, slamming the door behind you, leaning against the hood. Jungkook frowned and left, going after you. “Can you stop acting like you regret meeting me?” You asked turning to him with your arms crossed. “I know the fact that someone murdered them was because of my connection to your family. And I honestly blamed you in the beginning, then I started to blame myself, because if it was really someone else's fault, it would be mine because I took the ride.” You said walking up to him, it was your turn to hold his chin and direct his gaze to yours. “I agreed to date you, I chose to continue with you after finding out what you and your friends were doing.”

“(Y/N) ...” He tried to argue and pull away, but you pushed him and held him against the car door. You were the only person in the world who could intimidate him.

“Do you regret loving me, Jeon Jungkook?

“Of course not.” He answered without hesitation.

“Good, because I don’t regret accepting you, I don’t regret having left my parents' house to be with you, I don’t regret anything that I did with you and for you. But the most important thing is that I don’t regret loving you.” And at that moment his eyes seemed to shine, with the glow it always had when he heard you say that loved him, and a smile threatened to leave his lips. “I love you, I cannot stand being without you anymore, I cannot bear to pretend I forgot you. I know what are the risks of being with you, but I don’t really care.”

“It's risky, baby ...”

"Life is risky, Jungkook, there's no point in always running the risk, one day we have to face them all. If we don’t take risks, we will not live." You said putting both hands on the back of the boy's neck, pulling him closer. "You always let me make my choices, so let me choose that too, let me choose to be with you."

And so he grabbed your face, sealing your lips in a passionate and loving kiss, a kiss that made your bodies wake up from all that sadness, making you both realize that that moment was real and not a hallucination of your minds.

"I need you." You whispered between his lips. "I love you. I need you now, Jungkook. I need to feel you inside me."

He moaned in response, moving away. He opened the car door and pulled the seat forward, throwing himself into the back seat, sitting up in the middle of it, with his legs spread wide. He flashed a wink and a smile at you before hitting his palms on his thighs, beckoning you to sit there. You went in and closed the door, just threw his jacket on the floor of the car. You ended up banging your head on the roof of the car and laughed as you lifted your dress up to your waist and placed one leg on either side of Jungkook's waist, sitting on his lap, putting pressure on his cock.

Your hands thrust into his hair as your lips were together again in a fierce kiss. Jungkook's hands came up to your waist, causing you to move and rub between your pussy and his hard jeans-covered cock, making you both groan with the sensation of pleasure. He broke the kiss, lowering his lips down your neck and shoulders, nibbling, sucking, licking and kissing your exposed skin as you moaned his name, lower than he would like.

“You look beautiful in this dress, but if you don’t get it off in the next two seconds, I'll tear it up.” He said with his hands on the hem of your dress, ready to take it off. You laughed, raised your arms a little, and let him take it out. “No bra? So naughty baby.” He whispered, grabbing your breasts and gently squeezing them into his hands. "You have no idea how much I missed it, my love.” Jungkook began to run his tongue between your breasts making your whole body shiver and a moan come from your lips.

“Ah Jungkookie.” You moaned grabbing his hair as you felt his tongue around one of your nipples as his hand played with the other.  “Please."

“Are you begging already, baby? I have not even started.”

“I need you, I missed you.”

“Me too, princess.” He whispered back to kiss you. You lifted your hip slightly, so he was able to open the zipper of his pants and push it down with his underwear. He gripped your waist while you used your hand to position him at your entrance. “So wet, baby. Oh fuck.” He groaned loudly as you sat down on his lap all the way in. It was so good that he held you still for a few seconds, not wanting to cum so fast. "So tight baby, damn it! So wet.” He moaned still holding you. “My dick missed that pussy.”

“Can I move? I need more, love."

“You want to ride on that dick, baby?" You groaned in response and he let go of your waist, giving you permission to do what you wanted. So you started to move on his lap, rolling, bouncing and rubbing as he clung to your neck and squeezed your breasts. “Yeah baby, use this dick to fuck that tight pussy, like the greedy little bitch you are.”

“I love it.” You groaned smiling and squinting, while increasing the speed of movement.

"Do you love that dick, baby?"

"I love this dick, baby. I love it when it fills me, oh shit." You moaned as Jungkook moved his hips toward yours, taking a deep thrust. "Fuck me, Jungkook, fast and hard."

"As you wish." He whispered, grabbed your waist and began to move against you, using his strength to get in and out of you. You moaned loudly, grabbing his shoulders and closing your eyes, just feeling the pleasurable friction between you.

"Baby ..." You groaned tightly around his cock. “Oh God."

“I'm almost there too, Princess ... Cum for me, my love.”

And without him having to say another word, you tossed your head back, digging your nails into the back of his neck as you felt the surge of ecstasy running through your body, making you shout his name and your legs tremble. Jungkook tightened his hands around your hips and groaned as you let his liquid inside you, slowing his movements until it stopped, both of you without air. He hugged your body, placing his face between your breasts as you thrust your face into his hair.

"Can I still be your bride?" You whispered through his hair. Jeon pulled back a little, pulling the hair from your sweaty face, before stroking your cheek and smiling.

"You never ceased to be."

He is here. That was the first thought you had when you woke up the next morning. You turned to the side and saw Jungkook sleeping soundly. The night before was tiring for both of you. You smiled and kissed him on the cheek before rising slowly so as not to wake the boy by your side. You looked at his watch and it was still eight o'clock in the morning.

You went down to the kitchen to make breakfast. You couldn’t take your smile off your face, being with him again was as if the light had entered your life again, even if it came in the form of a fallen angel.

As soon as you stepped on the floor of the living room, the doorbell rang and you frowned, staring at the door. You were not expecting anyone, and it was Saturday morning, who would be there that hour?

Forgetting that you were wearing only panties and bra, you opened the door, facing Jimin. You stared at him and he didn’t look happy at all, he had his eyebrows down and his jaw clenched. When he got there and saw Jungkook's car parked, he knew something was happening, but seeing you in your panties and bra confirmed his theory.

“Are you together again?” He asked dryly and directly. You sighed, you had no reason to deny it, so you just shook your head. Jimin glanced at the street, before turning red toward her. "I thought we were making some progress, (Y/N). I thought ... I thought you liked me.”

"And I like you, Jimin. But I love him. And you knew that from the beginning ...”

"He hurt you, (Y/N), for god sake.” Jimin screamed, throwing his hands up, his eyes wide, unable to believe that this was happening. "Don’t you remember how you cried every night because of him? Because I remember it very well. You cannot want this for your life, he will only hurt you even more ...”

“What the fuck?” Jungkook's voice behind you caught the attention of the two of you. You turned back, watching him coming down the stairs, a furious look on his face. His gaze did not leave Jimin as he walked toward him. Standing next to you, he held out the shirt he was about to wear for you and you picked it up, confused as to why he was giving you that, that's when you looked at your own body and saw that you were all in your underwear. You hurried to get dressed while Jungkook stopped in front of the door, blocking Jimin's sight.

“You know you'll only hurt her.” Jimin said, not intimidated by the psychopathic look Jungkook carried on his face.

"I don’t care what you think. Go away while you still can.” Jungkook growled, pointing to the street.

"And if I do not want …"

"Jimin." You pushed Jungkook gently to the side, and looked at the blonde. "Please do not make it any harder. You know what will happen if you try to make me choose between you and him.”

Jimin seemed to be taken aback by your response. He then sighed and shook his head. He turned his back and walked down the porch stairs to his car and out of there. Jungkook grabbed your arm and pulled you inside, closing the door and pushing you against it. He grabbed your wrists and pinned them to the wood, making you breath out of breath.

Jungkook sighed heavily and studied your face for a few seconds. It was visible that he was annoyed at something, you just couldn’t tell if it was because you were in your panties and bra when you opened the door, or because the person who saw you half naked, was another man.

"You fucked him?" He asked, making you eyes widen. You did not have to answer, because your facial expression said it all. Jungkook narrowed his eyes and licked his lips, releasing the air heavily.

"You told me to stay with someone else."

"So now you decide to do what I say?" He asked in a low, almost menacing voice, making your whole body shiver. Oh he was angry.

"That depends, if I like your order, yes, I will obey." You said petulant. Jungkook's face darkened and you lost your breath as you faced those big black eyes staring at you like a hunter looks at his prey. At that moment Jeon thought of a thousand and one ways to deal with that situation, but only one of these solutions would please you both, so he took a step back and pointed to the couch.

“Put your hands on the arm of the sofa and bend over, now!” He commanded his voice low, his eyes clouded by something you knew well, desire. You just blinked a few times and obeyed. So your ass stayed up, and you waited anxiously to know what he would do to you.

"You know how much annoys me know that another man touched you as I do?" He asked stopping behind you, holding your hips and pushing him against you. You sighed and nodded, confirming that you did. "And yet you did?" He asked and you nodded again. Jungkook let out a cold chuckle and stroked your shriveled skin. "Did you enjoy fucking Jimin?" He asked and you nodded again, letting out a loud moan as Jeon hit you with a strong slap in the ass, which made your pussy clench instantly. "I'm going to ask you again, baby, did you enjoy fucking Jimin, hm?" He asked in a low voice, now caressing and admiring the mark his hand formed on your skin. “Did you like his cock fucking that tight pussy?" You nodded again and yelled as his hand hit you once more in the ass. You started to gasp. It was impressive as with him, your horny never had limits. "Are you sure about that, baby?" He growled and you shook your head. "No?"

"No."

"Then why did you let him touch what is mine?"

“Because you asked me to forget you. And I was trying." You answered by moving your head a little to the side, looking at him over your shoulder, staring into dark eyes, full of jealousy and lust. "But nothing and no one could make me forget you."

"That doesn’t get you out of punishment, baby. You want to know what I'm going to do with you?" You nodded frantically. "I'll show you who owns this pussy. I'll fuck you until the neighbors have decorated my name. I'm going to fuck you until you forget that shit and remember that I'm the only one who can make you cum. And at the end of it, baby, you will not even remember the name of that little bastard. "

Oh boy.

The noise of your panties being ripped made you whole body tremble with desire. Jungkook wouldn’t even need to touch you to get you wet because you were already soaked.

"Look at that pussy, all wet, and I didn’t even touch you baby. My slaps left you like this, love? Or it was the fact that you saw me drowning in jealousy? "

"Both," you whispered, feeling his index finger caress your entrance.

"I'm about to fuck you in a way I've never done before. Can you handle it?”  He asked and you looked over your shoulder again, nodding. It was when you felt him penetrating hard, causing you to open and tighten around him at the same time.

"Shit," you murmured, rolling your eyes and squeezing your fingers on the arm of the sofa, moving your hips to get used to it inside you. Your cunt pulsing and threatening to give you an orgasm faster than expected.

"Give me your hair," he ordered, and you obeyed, lifting your head and tossing your hair back. Jungkook gathered each of your strands of hair in his hand and then wrapped it in his fist, pulling them lightly. "Are you ready?"

"Yes" You answered.

Jungkook laughed before using his wandering hand to grasp your waist. When he began to fuck you, you tried to hold back your groans, but the first few seconds he was in you, you were filled with pleasure and did not hold back, groaning loudly as Jungkook bit his lip and concentrated on digging deeply and with strength in you.

With every thrust, you went up to heaven and came back.

He pulled your hair hard and growled, making you bend your back and stand as he fucked you from behind.

"Say my name," he growled in your ear.

"Jungkook."

"Scream my name, now," he ordered, thrusting harder.

"Jungkook ... fuck." You screamed as your legs began to shake, bringing your hands back and holding onto Jungkook's hips, wanting even more movement, even stronger.

"Who you belong to?" He asked in your ear.

"To you."

"Who this fucking pussy belong to, (Y/N)?"

"You, Jungkook."

"That's it baby, now I want you to be a good girl and cum over my dick." And so he pushed your shoulder, causing you to bend again, loosening your hair and grabbing your waist, popping it in, making your moans grow even louder until you finally jumped in a burst of pleasure, screaming his name, not being able to remember anything else, as he'd said would happen.

Things were starting to get back to normal again.

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