warnings: maddoctor!jk, dom!jk, yandere!jk, vulnerable!reader, injured!reader, pwp, cnc, power imbalance, mention of kidnapping, mention of car accident, stitches, bruises, injury, hair pulling, neck kisses, light fingering (f receiving), pet names, praise, degradation, dirty talk, size kink, unprotected sex (wrap it up), kinda?creampie, slight puppy mention, mention of jk having multiple partners, lotsssssss of medplay
express yourself, don’t repress yourself.
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your mind was hazy, your brain foggy as you felt yourself begin to take in the world around you — the flicker of fluorescent bulbs above your head, the smell of latex, the cold leather beneath your bare arms. your mind was racing and yet, no thoughts could come forward except an overwhelming sense of confusion.
where am i? how did i get here?
“it’s okay to feel disoriented. dont worry, the anesthesia will wear off soon.” an unfamiliar, gritty voice spoke gently by your ear.
you turned your head softly, a slight pinch aching down your neck as your eyes began to focus.
“where am i?” your voice was hoarse, like you hadn’t drank anything in days.
“you had an accident,” the man snapped on a fresh pair of gloves as he began to examine your face, or presumably the wounds on your face. “i found you by the side of the road in your car, do you remember that, y/n?”
“how do you know my name?” you flinched softly as he tugged on a stitch just beneath your eye. checking his handiwork which made you more nervous by the minute as you slowly began to realize that you weren’t in a hospital at all.
“i checked your ID when i found you. you were pretty cut up, i had to put you under to stitch you up but don’t worry, you’re good as new. at least, almost good as new.” his eyes were gentle, but dark. like all he lived for was helping people, which would make sense as to why he would take you somewhere other than a hospital, but you wouldn’t mention that just yet.
“almost?”
the corner of his mouth tugged up into a grin and you watched him swallow, his attention shifting from your face to your chest as he began to work around your no longer white tank top. “i’d like to keep you for observation, just to make sure everything is okay.”
you choked back a swallow through the dryness of your mouth, “and keep me where, exactly?”
for a brief moment his eyes met yours, there was no denying how handsome he was, but he was a stranger nonetheless.
“my home.”
“do you always bring strangers back to your home and perform strange operations on them?”
his grin deepened, “only the pretty ones.”
you felt your cheeks begin to flush, your mind now becoming extremely aware of the nature of the situation you were in. this man had practically kidnapped you. he was playing god.
his examination continued to your navel, his fingers lifting the hem of your shirt gently before inspecting a wound on your lower abdomen, one that looked perfectly stitched, and maybe even partially healed.
a silence spread through the room that made the hairs stand up on your arms and a tingle run down your spine. you glanced around, noticing the lack of windows, only a simple steel door and various medical utensils, all laid out on bubblegum pink drape sheets.
“what kind of doctor are you?” your breath hitched as his gloved fingers fell to the button on your jeans, your palms salivating as you felt your nerves begin to tense.
“a real one, if that’s what you’re wondering.” he paused for a moment to look up at you, the dimple in his cheek acting as an apology for the way his hands began to undo your jeans.
“w-why do you need to do that?” your voice broke as you clenched your legs together.
his hands paused momentarily, “you have a cut on your upper thigh, i’m just checking your stitches.”
“why didn’t you take me to a real hospital? do you have a god complex or something?”
he snickered, one hand on either side of your hip as he worked your jeans off, goosebumps arriving in their wake, “you weren’t dying, just really cut up.”
“and you couldn’t have brought me to a hospital to have them stitch me back up?”
he shook his head slowly, carefully parting your thighs as he began to inspect the now stitched gash, “i don’t like sharing.”
his gloved hand ran up the stitches gently, tugging at one end to test it’s durability, a whine catching in your throat at the strange new pain.
his movements continued, one hand braced higher up while the other traced his handiwork.
“perfect,” he muttered under his breath, the rasp in his voice becoming more and more prevalent, “so beautiful.”
you held back the urge to squirm beneath his touch, his attention devoted entirely to close to your now desperate center.
“please,” you whined, “just take me to a real doctor.”
his grip on your thigh tightened, a yelp escaping your mouth as he let out an unsatisfied tsk, “i am a real doctor.”
he released your thighs abruptly, rolling back to his tray table to remove his gloves, putting on a new pair before returning between your thighs.
“maybe you should learn to be a better patient, hmm? wouldn’t want me to restrain you now would we?” he growled, a single gloved finger landing on the lower hem of your panties.
your legs tensed, your body overwhelmed with fear and desire as you watched the handsome man begin to trace the outline of your folds.
“just be a good girl and sit still for me,” your mind went blank as you felt a single gloved finger slip beneath your panties, swirling around your soppy cunt like it was looking for a place to call home.
you were frozen with fear, and yet, your body continued to weep for the mysterious doctor whose name you didn’t even know.
he removed his gloved finger, only to bring it up to your mouth, your eyes honing in on the way the black latex glimmered with your slick.
“taste yourself, darling.”
your eyes meet, and you see the faintest shimmer of something beneath his cold, dark exterior — obsession.
this man thrived off of the two highest peaks of human nature — saving lives and sex. he was obsessed with bringing you back to life with his hands, in more ways than one.
you leaned forward, remaining eye contact as you parted your lips, sucking in his finger to taste your own sweetness and the bitterness of his gloves.
you wondered what his hands looked like bare. were they pale and cold like his face? or were they warm and gentle, tracing over every bruise on your body to heal you from the inside out?
he let out a soft groan before falling back beneath your legs, all patience leaving his body as he wrapped his fingers around your panties, removing them completely.
you could feel your face flush, your body on full display beneath the fluorescent lights, but the man before you didn’t notice, his mind completely entranced by the sight of your pink, throbbing, pussy in front of him.
but as quickly as the thought had appeared, it was gone, and replaced by two of his glove covered digits tracing your bare folds, collecting all of your wetness and plunging into you without warning.
your body lurched forward, a moan escaping your still parted lips as his mouth found your neck.
“see, sweetheart. the thing about the human body is, is that it bounces back very quickly,” he began pressing open mouth kisses onto your cold, damp skin, “just yesterday you were laying here on this table, fully unconscious, vulnerable to me in a way that’s entirely rare and raw,” he stopped at your ear to nibble it softly, his words lingering as he spoke, “if i were a bad man, i could’ve taken advantage of you right then and there, but i knew that when you’d wake up, you wouldn’t be able to resist the way your body wept for a man that not only saved your life, but brought you back from the dead.”
his words were hollow and empty as he preached to the choir. you were just as perverted as him. maybe even would’ve enjoyed the thought of waking up from the accident only to find you were sore between the legs.
“don’t you want me to fix you, sweet girl? rearrange your insides like a good doctor would?” he taunted, his voice laced with condescension as he leaned back from your neck, your eyes meeting again as he curled his fingers inside you, your head even fuzzier than when you had just woken up.
“use your words.”
you swallowed back your nerves before nodding slowly, “yes, doctor.”
“doctor jeon,” he corrected before removing his fingers altogether, your mind reeling from the sudden loss of stimulation.
“get up,” he ordered, standing from his chair as he began to move the tables that held his medical utensils out of the way.
you quickly obeyed, your knees wobbling as your bare feet met the cold floor tile. the wires from your heart monitor tangling as you turned to face him. he was taller than you anticipated, his white coat making him appear to tower over you even more.
he placed a finger beneath your chin, lifting your head to look up at him, his voice gentle now as he spoke, “be the good girl i know you are, hmm?”
you nodded once more, your eyes watery.
“bend over, sweetheart.”
you turned to face the chair, your body moving on its own accord as you leaned over it, your forearms getting stuck to the black leather as you forced yourself to relax.
first you heard him, the metal clanging as he undid his jeans ringing in your ears. next, the feeling of his gloved hands wrapping around your wrists, pinning them behind you. and then, his length between your legs, like a dirty stain you’ll never get out of a new shirt.
“this will only hurt for a minute, sweet girl. just a pinch,” he muttered through his own anticipation before you felt your walls stretch.
the burn was lethal, his girth was more than you’d ever felt, his length more than you’d ever imagined.
you moaned out, fighting against his grip on your wrists as you felt him bottom out inside you.
“fuck, your body is so perfect. your stitches healed beautifully, almost inhumanly fast,” he began a steady pace within you, a gloved finger tracing over a bruise on your lower back making you hiss, “such a perfect little patient, so obedient, i probably didn’t even need to use anesthesia on you.”
your skin began to heat, the leather beneath you fighting against his movements as your head began to spin deliriously.
he let out a breathless chuckle behind you and you can nearly see the dimple in his cheek at the sound of his voice, “look at how fast your little heart is beating, darling,” you craned your head carefully to the heart rate monitor next to the examination table, the line bouncing rapidly to the pace of his cock inside of you, “you’re liking this a little too much, aren’t you pup?”
you could barely gain enough energy to respond before he had his neck around your throat, tugging you up to meet his chest, “you’ll answer your doctor if you know what’s good for you.”
“y-yes,” you stuttered.
“yes what? you know what’s good for you or you’re liking this too much?”
“i-im liking this too much,” your knees were getting weaker and weaker with every thrust, your body slowly giving out on you but despite it all, you felt the familiar bubble in your lower stomach.
he released your arms, your upper body collapsing back on top of the examination table, your hands immediately reaching up to the wires on your chest and tugging them free, the heart monitor beside you humming with a flatline.
he tsked, a gloved hand tangling in your hair while another steadies itself on your waist, continuing his feverish pace, “pathetic little girl didn’t want to see how fast her heart was beating anymore? it’s okay baby, the doctor will take care of you.”
your heart paused as you felt the warmth of his bare fingers against your clit, now realizing he had somehow peeled a glove off without you noticing.
his skillful hands worked your ball of knots in circles as the hum of the flatline filled your ears.
“that could’ve been you, darling, if i hadn’t been there to save you.”
the wire within you began to pull taut, your body tensing as you met his thrusts with similar fervor, you and him both chasing the high that only the human body can bring.
“that’s right, baby,” he cooed, “let me see how perfect you feel.”
with a final pinch on your clit he pushed you over the edge, your body in metaphorical free fall as you felt an orgasm wash over you that you’d never quite experienced before, your body instantly humming with pure euphoria.
“f-fuck,” he cursed, and for the first time all night, you saw a glimpse of his humanity, a button to push that made him just as vulnerable as you.
“please fix me, doctor,” you prodded the buttons more, coaxing him over the edge, “fill me up and fix me inside, i promise i’ll be good. you won’t need to put me under this time.”
you felt his hips stutter and his balls tense behind you before a string of curse words and a hot warmth building in your womb. his cock filling you up to the brim as his hand in your hair tensed.
“f-fuck, y/n, who taught you that?”
“you did,” your tired voice responded as you heard him chuckle behind you, his cock still buried deep inside before he gently pulled out, careful as not to let any cum leak out.
you’d never felt so dirty in your life, so used, and yet somehow it was mutual.
you heard a rustle as he leaned down to eye level with your sopping cunt, his gloved hand reaching up to dip into your pussy, pulling a weak moan from your throat.
“shhh,” he cooed, “can’t waste any,” you continued to whine softly as he pushed as much cum deep into your pussy as he could, his skillful fingers working you up all over again before he removed them fully, leaving you empty and aching.
“such a good girl,” his praise shot straight to your core as he helped you back onto the examination table, your feet dangling off the edge as he pulled his pants back up and over his still hard cock.
“y-your,” you pointed to his pants, only to be quickly cut off.
“i will be for a while after that, but nothing a good procedure won’t fix.”
your eyes bulged out of your head enough for him to notice and chuckle softly, “not you, sweetheart. some other pretty little girl who needs my help.”
he turned to the table behind him, picking up a pink lollipop and unwrapping it gently before turning back to face you.
“but don’t worry,” he watched with lustful eyes as you parted your lips instinctively, accepting the lollipop in your mouth, “you’re still my favorite patient.”
a/n: hiii guyssss. i know it’s been forever but im gonna try to start writing more :3 anyway, this might be inspired by the song lights down low, i heard a line about hair pulling and i couldn’t help myself. njoyyy <3
jungkook was mean. it was plain and simple. he had been your best friend for years now, but he was mean. he pulled your hair, teased you constantly, made up any excuse to laugh at you, and right now was no exception.
“y/n, seriously? it’s a remote controller not a hand grenade.” he prodded a finger at your side as you did your best to focus on the television screen in front of you. it wasn’t even your idea to play video games, but of course you made an exception to spend time with your best friend, only to have it backfire.
“jungkook this is stupid. i have no idea what im doing.” you glanced down at your small hands wrapped awkwardly around the controller. every button looked like it could power an airplane, and it didn’t help that he had queued you both into a competitive match and you had never even heard of this game before 10 minutes ago.
“quit bitching and help me, there’s a full team over here.”
you rolled your eyes, glancing over at your best friend who’s stare was fixed intently on the screen.
“bitching? i’m bitching?”
“y/n, i need your help! shut up and get over here!”
you threw the controller at his lap, narrowly missing his dick as you began to throw a small tantrum. you didn’t want to fight with him, but god why did he have to be such an ass?
“hey! what was that for?” he sat up, uncrossing his legs as he placed the controller down on the couch between you. it didn’t take a genius to realize that he had died while you were busy tossing things at him.
“you said i was bitching.”
“well you were.”
you rolled your eyes, standing up from the couch as you tried to keep your cool. “i’ve never played this game, you can’t expect me to be good on the first try.”
“please baby, i’ve been with plenty of girls that were good on the first try.” he shot you a smirk and you could feel your stomach recoil at his words.
“okay now you’re just trying to annoy me on purpose.”
he laughed softly, leaning forward and grabbing your wrist gently as he pulled you into him. physical touch was something that always freaked you out, especially with boys, but you somehow got used to jungkook’s constant neediness for physical connection.
“i’m just teasing you. why can’t you lighten up? you must be so tense from all that stressing.” his face turned soft as he reached a hand over your shoulder and began rubbing it carefully, almost like a massage.
“i’m not tense. and i’m not stressed.” you were very tense. you were way behind with school and could barely think straight with finals coming up.
he shot you a knowing glare and began to kneed harder into your skin, eliciting a soft groan as you felt your muscles begin to weaken.
“trust me, baby. you’re tense. just relax, you know i love to mess with you. but you also know that i’ll always take care of you.”
“well can you take care of my homework while you’re at it?”
he chuckled softly, his skillful hands still working beautifully on your shoulders. “i’m not a miracle worker, baby.”
you felt your eyes begin to droop as his movements began to grow more harsh, focusing on a particularly rough knot under your neck. you shuddered at the feeling, completely oblivious to his eyes trailing down your face and landing on your collarbones.
“you’re working a miracle on my back right now.”
“am i?” his voice was rough, but somehow still just as sweet as always.
“mhm.” you nodded, letting your neck droop completely as you let yourself bask in the feeing of his hands working at your tight muscles.
but of course, jungkook was mean. his hands trailing from your back and falling to your ponytail as he tugged on it harshly, a soft gasp slipping from your lips as you awoke from your trance.
“hey that was mean.”
“me giving you a free back rub is mean?”
“no asshole, you pulling my hair.”
he smirked, his hand still gripped tightly around your long strands. “baby doesn’t like her hair pulled?”
you furrowed your brows at him, sensing the devilish look in his eyes as he tugged again, a little harder this time as another whimper escaped your lips.
“jungkook, stop!”
“it sure sounds like you’re enjoying it.”
“why would i want you to pull on my hair?” you cocked your head to the side, painfully aware of his fingers tracing patterns through your ponytail.
he shrugged, “most girls do.”
“okay you’re being gross again.”
tug.
“jungkook, seriously stop.”
tug.
“jungkook!”
he quirked a brow at you, tightening his grip on your hair as you braced yourself for another pull, only this time it was different. he started pulling your hair down, very slowly. so slow that you didn’t even notice until your face was pointed toward the ceiling, but his strength had you stuck, unable to defend yourself as he leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss to your neck.
you felt your skin begin to heat, both from shock and embarrassment, your cheeks growing warmer as your voice shook. “what are you doing?”
“proving you wrong.” he muttered against your skin, his lips trailing down your neck further as he peppered soft, careful, calculated kisses to every patch of available skin.
“jungkook.” it was meant to sound like a warning, but with your voice so shaky it sounded more like a whimper.
“yes, baby?”
you whined as you felt his tongue dance around your neck, his teeth nibbling softly until he found a sensitive patch of skin, devoting his full attention to it.
“nothing to say?” he murmured into the goosebumps on your skin. god you wanted to prove him wrong, but god if this wasn’t the hottest thing you’d ever experienced.
you accepted defeat and shook your head, feeling him smirk against you as his kisses became more hungry, his grip on you hair still tight as his other hand danced up your thigh, landing carefully on your waist.
“you taste like cinnamon. so sweet.” you wanted to cry at his words, something about them so sultry but gentle at the same time. you could feel your temperature rising, silently begging for more as you finally felt him release your hair and use his hands to guide you into his lap.
you and jungkook had always been close, but never quite this close. sure you’d wrestled and ended up on top of each other at one point, but never like this, never so intimate.
his gaze was fixed intently on you as he used his thumb to lift your chin softly, examining the now bruising spots he left in his wake.
“so pretty all marked up for me, baby.” he grazed a single finger over one, causing you to shudder. you hated submitting to him, he always drove you crazy and you gave him hell back, but right now you had nothing to give him except your complete and undivided attention.
he pinched your chin softly, his other hand guiding your hips to begin to rock on him carefully. “you’ve wanted to do this for a while, haven’t you sweetheart?”
“d-do what?” you felt your cheeks heat with embarrassment at your small stutter. hating the compromising position he now has you in.
“grind on my lap like a good little girl.”
you almost gasped at the way he spoke so easily. you knew jungkook wasn’t inexperienced, and you always heard positive reviews from the women he had been with, but this was never something you expected.
you looked at him blankly, almost scared to respond until he softly removed his hands from your waist, allowing you to move at your own speed.
“see? so desperate.”
“i’m not desperate-“
“no use denying sweetheart, not when you’re rutting against me like a fucking puppy.” he reached up to your blouse, easily popping the buttons open to reveal your new white lacy bra. you had just gotten it the day before, but you certainly didn’t expect jungkook to be the first boy to see it.
“what’s this?” he asked, smirking up at you as he lifted his hands to graze over the soft material, your hips now having a mind of their own, especially as you felt him begin to grow more and more beneath you.
“i-i just got it. do you like?”
“do i like? baby you look absolutely stunning. it’s a shame that it’s gonna have to end up on the floor.” without giving you time to respond, jungkook reached beneath your blouse and unhooked it in record time, letting it fall beneath your shirt as he began to kneed your breasts skillfully, the same way he was massaging your shoulders just a few minutes before.
you felt your head fall back, your eyes rolling as you placed your hands on his shoulders to deepen your grinding. your skin was on fire, your entire body lit aflame as it begged for more.
“please for once, jungkook. stop fucking teasing me.”
his eyes lit up in a way you’ve never seen before as he suddenly flipped you over, your face smooshed into the couch cushion as he lifted your ass into the air and began to work down your leggings.
“how hard?” you heard him ask from behind you, his voice cold and focused.
“how hard? god what are you trying to do rearrange my organs?”
he chuckled softly, “baby i’m gonna do that anyway. i’ll fuck you as hard as i want, but how hard do you want me to pull that pretty hair of yours?”
you felt a cool breeze against your lower half an the gentle thud of your leggings being tossed somewhere across the room, your brain reeling as it tried to process what he was asking.
you suddenly felt your head jerk back, your body flush with his and his hand tangled in you hair. “you answer me when i’m talking to you.”
“h-hard. as hard as you want.” you quickly spit out, his hand releasing its grip on your ponytail as you fell face first back onto the couch cushion, followed by the rattle of jungkook’s jeans.
he wasn’t small, you were sure of it. not that you’d seen it before, but you could very easily tell by his behavior, and it lit a spark inside your core that had been dormant for a very long time. you hadn’t been with anyone in months, maybe even a year, and you had a feeling you wouldn’t be able to sit for a week after jungkook was through with you.
a tap on your ass brought you back to reality as you felt his hard length against your cheek. “you’ll be good, right sweetheart? tell me you’ll be good.”
“i-i’ll be good.” you whined, arching your back further as you quietly begged for him to just put you out of your misery already.
you let out a deep moan as you felt one of his fingers slip between your folds, soaking him instantly.
“god you’re fucking soaked. arch for me slut and i’ll teach you just how good you can be.” his voice was rough with desire, and the sound of it made you quickly follow his command, his tip carefully prodding your hole as he began to sink inside of you.
your were seeing stars already, your fingers digging into the couch as you let out a soft cry. he wasn’t even halfway in and you already felt like you were going to explode.
“fuck you’re so goddamn tight. no one’s fucked you in a while, huh baby? i’ll take care of you, god i’m gonna take care of you so good. just take it, sweetheart. that’s it.”
pure sin, that’s the only word you could use to describe not just what he was saying to you, but how he was making you feel. by the time you finally felt him bottom out inside of you, you were about ready to burst into tears, with one single drop sliding down your cheek.
you felt a tug on your scalp and barely processed that you were now pressed back against him, the new angle shifting his cock deeper inside of you.
“good little girl. so sweet and warm for me, hmm?” he cooed, turning your head gently so he could face you. you watched his eyes flick down to the teardrop on your cheek, his face instantly lighting up as he chuckled softly.
“poor little baby, crying already?” he softly licked the side of your face, devouring the teardrop whole as he released you, leaving you flat down on the couch again as he began to slowly fuck you, moving at a painfully slow pace.
“i can give you something to cry about, sweetheart. you just have to ask nicely.” he purred, his thrusts so slow and deliberate that you could practically feel the veins of his cock rubbing against your walls.
“please.” you were barely able to mutter.
“hmm? what was that doll i can’t quite hear you?”
you swallowed, trying to cleanse your dry mouth as your legs began to shake from the immense torture he was building into your core. “give me something to cry about.”
“with pleasure, baby.” and just like that, he was animalistic. driving into you at an inhuman pace, his hands on your hips burning into your skin hard enough you thought you’d see bruises the next day.
you were a complete moaning, writhing mess. he was so big, and you were so full, and fuck he was moving too fast. you grabbed at the couch, anything to keep you from literally flying off. and just when you thought you were going to tap out, he was tugging on your hair again, arching your back to hit deeper inside of you, making you scream.
“that’s it, baby. you’re taking me so well. tiny little thing getting stuffed full of cock. tell me, has anyone ever fucked you like this?”
“n-no” you stuttered out, your voice breaking as he tugged on your hair harder.
“is this hard enough for you, slut? or do you still want more?”
the coil in your stomach was nearing the end of its lifespan, your body now barely able to keep from seizing up as you shook so violently. but he just pulled your hair even harder.
“answer me, bitch!”
“f-fuck, yes jungkook i want more. whatever you’ll give me i’ll take it, just please. god please let me cum.”
he laughed menacingly, his thrusts continuing their pace as he slapped your ass harshly. “cum? you’re this close already? god baby you really do like it rough don’t you?”
“jungkook please!” you were begging at this point, you didn’t care how desperate you sounded, but you needed his permission, and you could feel yourself so close to the edge that it was borderline painful. every muscle in your body screaming at you to let go.
“go ahead, sweetheart. let me feel you cream all over my cock.”
it was dirty, it was disgusting, never in your life had you felt so humiliated, but just like he said, you were creaming all over his cock. your legs shaking violently as your body collapsed onto the couch, lying flat as his thrusts began to slow, fucking you deeper than before, his words hovering just above your ear as he leaned closer.
“that’s it, baby. god you feel heavenly. i could stay here all day just letting you drain me dry.”
your walls were fluttering uncontrollably, the overstimulation creeping its way through your body, and you knew jungkook could tell.
“what is it? the pleasure getting to be too much?”
“fuck, jungkook. stop fucking teasing me.” you whined, your head spinning and all you could focus on was the way he was fucking you so deeply, rolling his hips into you like he knew your body better than his own.
“take it. be my good girl.” you heard a soft break in his voice, it was so slight, but just enough where you noticed that he was close.
gathering up your last bit of strength you arched your back off the couch, just enough so he could fuck you better, the new angle sending your body into overdrive.
“f-fuck, you don’t know how long i’ve wanted to do this. such a good fucking girl, y/n. my good slut.” his hips stuttered as you felt him quickly pull out of you, shooting his load onto your back and leaving your insides fluttering away.
you whined at the new empty space inside of you, like his cock had always been there and now you were missing half of yourself. but it wasn’t long before jungkook was collapsing on top of you, practically crushing your small body.
“fuck, you’re heavy. get off of me fatass.” you groaned, trying to roll out from underneath him.
“i just gave you the best orgasm of your life and that’s all you have to say to me?” he pants in between words, gently rolling off your back and leaning into the couch as he glanced at your fucked out form, his eyes zeroing in on your practically mutilated cunt.
“who said it was the best orgasm of my life?”
“please baby, you think i can’t tell when a girl experiences actual good sex for the first time?”
you narrowed your eyes at him, sitting up as best as you can without collapsing, “excuse me? i’ve had plenty of good sex.”
“taehyung doesnt count as good sex.”
you scoffed, “what’s wrong with taehyung?”
“what’s not wrong with taehyung?” jungkook laughed.
and it was now that you realized, you really needed some new friends.
hii guys!! merry xmas to all who celebrate!! i was so close to finishing my larger project but i may or may not have given up on it. DW THOUGH IM STILL ALIVE AND THINKING ABT WRITING <33
i’m currently in the process of finishing my larger project, it’s taking up a lot of my time as i’m taking it as serious as i can.
im currently on chapter 17, but im looking for some people who would potentially be interested in helping me edit and revise it!
if you’re interested please pm me, or leave a message in my requests inbox!
once i’m finished writing the rough draft, im going to step away from the piece all together for about a month or so, giving anyone who’s interested in editing or revising it plenty of time to add any thoughts or comments!!
please let me know, no requirements, no strings. i hope to hear from some of you !!! i’m super excited for this next step in my writing journey as my first full length book!!!
