#exboyfriend jjk

[shadowkoo]

The Ex Text

→ Summary: The 2 AM texts have started again. It’s a bittersweet familiarity that you can’t run away from, and despite wishing to forget him: no one will ever measure up to the exceptional standard set by your ex, and you’ll never have anyone as good as him either. Like a permanent mark on your heart, Jungkook’s presence has become an insatiable craving, an addiction you'll never outgrow or cast aside.

↠ jungkook x f.reader | 3.2k words | 18+ ↠ genre: smut, pwp, ex with benefits, minor fluff & angst

→ Warnings: swearing, explicit sex, protected sex, scratching, breast play, spit/saliva play, infidelity (in the case that reader just started dating someone new), soft kissing, soft choking, rough kissing, ball squeezing, fingering, handjob, blowjob, cunnilingus, sloppy oral sex (female & male receiving), squirting, praising, teasing, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, hair pulling, doggy, deep dicking, posessive!jungkook has a hard time dealing with his feelings

→ Author note: This is an update of a fic I posted in January that desperately needed some editing (anyone else ever read their old fics and cringe??), I hope you enjoy the newest version bc i personally believe it’s so much better! If you’d like to read this on ao3 instead it’s been crossposted here! As always, all likes, reblogs, and comments are appreciated <3

The pillow vibrates beneath your head as the notifications on your phone add up. Knowing it’s nowhere near time for you to get up, you roll over, choosing to ignore whatever, or rather, whoever is trying to reach you. Your plan works for another several minutes as you attempt to drift back to sleep, but your phone soon buzzes again, signaling another notification.

You groan and clumsily reach to turn the ringer off, but instead, your curiosity wins. After a couple of slow blinks, your eyes adjust to the blinding light and are able to focus on the screen; a couple of likes on your latest tweet, a new follower request for your insta, and three new texts from ‘The Ex’…

You groan again and check the time. 2 AM.

“Mmm, right on schedule, ‘Kook,” you drone sleepily to yourself, “Glad to see nothing’s changed.”

Invested now, and unfortunately awake, you unlock your phone to read the full texts.

2:03 AM

‘hey, u awake?’

2:07 AM

‘come over pls’

‘I’ll leave the door open’

Leaving the messages on read, you think about the two ways this could go.

One, you ignore him, just as you have been for the last month, and pretend like he means nothing to you.

Or two, you text him back, agree to come over, and wind up in a self-hate spiral the following days for allowing him to weasel back into your life.

A third groan leaves your body, realizing your heart is clouding your mind, having already made the decision. You type out your message and hover your thumb over the send button, before pressing firmly, unable to take it back.

2:11 AM

‘i hate you…i’ll be there in 5’

His response pops up just seconds later.

‘i’ll be waiting’

This routine is nothing new to you, as much as you hate to say it.

It’s not the first time since your break up that he’s asked you over. And it’s not the first time you’ve rushed to see him, to relive the good times spent between his sheets.

As promised, Jungkook left the door unlocked for you. His tall pup, Bam, meets you with a happy face and a wagging tail the second you crack the door open.

“Hi Bamy-Boo, I’ve missed you so much. How’s my good boy doing?” you ask after stepping into the quiet apartment, bending at the knees to give him a quick kiss on the head and some chin scratches.

“He’d be doing a lot better if you joined him in bed.”

Turning your head, your eyes land on Jungkook. He’s leaning against the wall outside his bedroom, with one of his hands combing through his tousled hair. And he’s wearing the beige-colored sweat set he knows drives you wild.

Damn him.

Your eyes wander to the waistband of his pants, where the faintest patch of skin shows through with his raised arm, before moving upward towards his face.

He’s grinning now.

“We need to stop doing this,” you sigh, not even attempting to deny that you were ogling him. He’s hot, you both know it. No point in sugar-coating or avoiding it. “You can’t keep texting me this time of night and expect me to come over.”

“You can leave any time you want, you know that,” he says taking a step closer to you, “Just like you know you don’t have to text me back. But you do.” He extends a hand, which you accept, and you stand up, letting him pull you up against his chest. “Because you want to come over. Because you know you want this.”

Jungkook doesn’t waste another second before placing his lips on yours. He’s warm and comforting, smelling of sage and citrus, just like always.

He pulls you away from the front door, which he locks, and leads you towards his room. Even in the dark, you remember the path to his bed, your body has it practically memorized.

“Come here,” he whispers softly while his fingers dance along the edge of your wrinkled pajama shirt, before lifting it over your shoulders.

You didn’t even bother changing out of your stained and slept-in pjs. Jungkook has seen you in far worse conditions. Plus you figured they wouldn’t remain on for very long, and much to your pleasure - you’re right.

Jungkook admires your breasts with his hands once your shirt is on the ground. “You’re gorgeous like this,” he whispers, cupping them and letting his thumbs rub across your nipples. Between his touch and the cool air, they harden almost immediately.

You lean into his body and your lips collide, meanwhile, his arms move around your body, crushing you against his chest.

He moans into your mouth, loving the way your fingers run through his messy hair. He doesn’t hide the fact that his cock twitches against his sweatpants when you tug lightly on his locks.

Jungkook could come in his pants just from simply kissing you and having you play with his hair, but he needs more. So much more.

He reaches for your pants, ready to remove them next. He’s desperate to undress you, to have your naked body pressed up against his. You’ve been ignoring his texts for too long lately. Even though he would never admit it, he’s missed you. A lot.

You help him take off the rest of your clothing until you’re bare before him, and Jungkook looks at you like he’s always looked at you. Like you’re the only person in the universe, you captivate his entire attention.

Nothing else matters when he’s with you.

He tears only his sweatshirt off before sitting down on the bed. Stretching back, he pats his lap with that same old smirk you’ve grown to love and hate simultaneously and motions for you to climb on top of him.

You do as he requests, resting each leg on either side of his hips so you’re straddling his waist.

“Come here,” he says quietly, pulling you closer to him, so he can leave wet kisses trailing down your neck from your earlobe to the dip above your collarbone.

His hands travel down your side as his lips move closer and closer to your breasts, his hot breath tickles your skin as he hovers over your sensitive nubs. He flicks each with his tongue, before closing his lips over one of your soft peaks, sucking it in between his teeth.

The sensation pulls an explicit moan from deep within your core. Jungkook’s ears perk up, loving the sounds coming from you, wanting to hear you make sounds like that all night.

Your thighs tense around him as he does it again to the other side, and you massage the growing tent in his sweats to tease him just the right amount.

Jungkook digs his fingers into your hips, pushing your bare center up against his hardness as you continue your circling torture. It’s his turn to lose himself. Fuck, he can feel your heat through the thin fabric, your readiness soaking into his sweatpants. His hands curve around the swell of your ass as your tongues twist together in harmony.

Grabbing his face, you kiss him deeply while slowly moving off the top of him, your hand replacing where your opening was previously. You moan into his mouth this time, feeling how hard he is for you as you rub him through his pants.

Your hand dips underneath the waistband and wraps around his velvety length. His length throbs in your hand while your thumb glides over his needy head. You’re stroking him slowly enough to drive him into a maddening frenzy.

“Fuck baby, I need more,” he rasps.

You give him exactly what he begs for.

He cries out when your hand dips lower to squeeze his balls without warning. You smirk, watching the emotions overtake his face as the pain mixes deliciously with pleasure while you hold him tightly in your hands. You wait a few seconds before releasing them and then work to take off his pants.

“Jesus Christ,” he gasps, catching his breath from your dangerous game. “What was that for?”

You take a mouthful of him to avoid answering. He doesn’t press the issue further as you gag over his thick cock.

Jungkook grabs a fistful of your hair as you bring him closer and closer to the edge. He helplessly watches as your reddened lips glide over him, your saliva dripping everywhere in the process.

“Mmm, just like that,” he hums, caressing your cheek as you bob your head up and down.

Pulling yourself from him to catch your breath, your mouth then leaves wandering kisses that lead you to his balls next. Sucking each into your hollowed cheeks, you take your sweet time and watch intently as Jungkook’s eyebrows furrow together.

“Shit baby, I’m about to lose it,” he breathes deeply, before moving your bodies so you’re below him.

You smirk, your legs open and ready with your fingers teasing your wet and inviting opening. “Then lose it.”

He groans. Leaning across your body, Jungkook opens the drawer on his nightstand and rummages through until his fingers land on the very familiar foil packet. He smirks for a moment at the thought floating around in his head, and then lets the male urge win and rips it open with his teeth.

“You did not just do that,” you laugh, “That’s so cheesy. What are you, a horny teenager?”

He grins wolfishly as he rolls the condom on, “Might as well be.”

The scent of your arousal has now filled the room, engulfing Jungkook, and making him ravenous for you. He’s starved and only your heat will tame his hunger.

Unable to wait any longer, his thick length dips inside you just enough to wet his tip. He pulls back out of you, sliding your wetness through your folds, preparing you for what is to come. Then, without a moment’s notice, he takes you hard and fast, thrusting into you with all his power.

Your nails dig into his back, leaving red trails from where they slide down his back and grip his ass.

The veins in Jungkook’s neck pop out as he slams into you again and again.

“Holy fuck, ‘Kook! Oh my god,” you cry out, holding onto him.

He looks so fucking hot with his hair stuck to his damp forehead. Your eyes follow the bead of sweat dripping down his temple.

Jungkook’s soft moans tickle your ear, while one of his hands creeps up to wrap around your neck. The pressure is gentle but firm, his fingers are placed exactly where they need to be to make you feel lightheaded and slightly delirious - everything you want and more.

“Do you still love me?” he pants as he thrusts into you harshly.

You blink, hesitating to answer that question.

“Fine, then answer me this, do you still love my cock?”

“Jungkook…” you sigh, tilting your head to the side. “Please don’t go there.”

He pretends he doesn’t hear you. “Tell me you’ve never had better,” he demands after flipping you over. Pulling your ass up towards him, he realigns his length with your center and thrusts back into you. One of his hands wraps around your waist, the other gets lost in your hair.

“Tell me how much you’ve missed me and my cock,” he growls into your ear as he slips out of you, only to ram back into you with all his strength.

Each thrust pushes you further into the bed and brings you closer to the edge. You’re biting the sheets to stop yourself from screaming out from the sinful pleasure.

“Fuck, I’ve missed this.” You moan uncontrollably while Jungkook continues his sweet torture. Lust, and possibly another L emotion, dripping off the words spilling from your mouth.

You couldn’t lie if you tried at this point. You’ve really missed this and him. And holy fuck, his cock too. “Oh my god, oh god!” you cry out. Waves of euphoria wash over your quivering body as you unfold around him.

The coil snaps deep inside you, your walls pulsating around him, sending shockwaves through his body as he finishes.

Jungkook moans your name one last time before feeling himself swell, and he fills the condom with his load. His thrusts slow down but don’t stop just yet.

It’s almost too much to handle, yet it’s still not enough. Jungkook knows this and reaches down to rub his thumb along your swollen clit, causing you to see starts as your next release comes, it sprays out of you involuntarily.

You freeze, not sure if you should embrace it or be embarrassed.

He grins, “That was fucking hot. I’ve never made anyone squirt before.” You feel a sense of pride hearing that. Good. You don’t want him to have it like this with anyone else. Woah, where did that thought come from?

Without missing a beat, Jungkook lifts your legs over his shoulders as he bends down so he’s face level with your heat. He admires your slit that’s still slick from his undoing. You moan uncontrollably the second he licks through your damp folds, lost on cloud nine while he buries his face in between your legs, hands on either side of them, holding you in place.

You’re writhing beneath him from the glorious torture of his tongue teasing your entrance, his nose purposefully rubs against your sensitive nub and two of his long fingers slide into you, curling at the right pace.

His rhythmic licks turn you into a quivering mess. Your insides twist and clench around his fingers as you come again, unashamed and all over his face this time.

“Fuck, you’re amazing,” he pants, moving back up toward the top of the bed and collapsing next to you, totally spent.

You kiss him messily, tasting yourself on his lips, and cuddle into his side as you both drift off into the night, sweaty and exhausted, just how it should be.

It’s early. You’re not sure how long you’ve both been in and out of sleep, but you know it’s almost time for you to leave. This is the longest you’ve spent in his bed since your break up. All the other late-night extravaganzas we’re just a couple of hours, if that.

You’re laying on his chest, listening to the sound of his steady heartbeat and your synced breathing, working up the energy to sit up. His fingers draw small circles on your back as you two rest. It’s surprisingly…peaceful. These are the moments you miss the most when you’re apart.

“I have a thing with the guys around tomorrow, well technically today. Want to come?” Jungkook asks out of the blue, his voice cutting through the silence.

“Can’t,” you decline, worried about where this conversation is about to go.

“And why is that, exactly?” he asks, even though he very well knows. You know he knows. He knows that you know that he knows. Which is frustrating, to say the least.

The previous peace you felt is short-lived. You sit up and lean on your elbow to look at him. “You know I’m going out with Taehyung now. You liked my Instagram pic of us together from earlier this week.”

“Well, I’m sorry to say that if you’re here with me, that must mean he’s either very boring or is terrible in bed. Or maybe both?” He leaves the question open-ended for you to answer.

You roll your eyes and start to get up, not in the mood to discuss this with him tonight, or ever really.

You don’t need to explain to him that Taehyung deserves so much more than someone who’s willing to cheat on him, and with an ex-boyfriend at that. You two haven’t exactly made things official but it’s still unbelievably inconsiderate of you to waste his time while you pine after Jungkook, a guy who dumped you four months ago but still refuses to give you up.

“No, don’t go,” he groans. “What I’m trying to say is-” he pauses, fighting whatever is going on in his brain. “I don’t want you seeing him anymore,” he says bluntly.

“Why?” You press, begging for any sort of answer.

“‘Cause…,” he says, holding back.

“Because why Jungkook, I need you to say more than that. I need you to be more, we can’t keep going on like this.”

“Because I love you, dammit!” He runs a hand through his hair and huffs. “Can’t you tell? Isn’t it obvious? I’m still hung up on you and don’t like seeing you moving on when I’m, I’m…stuck,” he breathes.

He loves you.

A moment passes.

He. Loves. You.

“Please say something. Anything.” He’s nervously searching your face for any sort of answer.

“I don’t know what to say.”

“Say that you’re still hung up on me,” he whines, pulling you back onto his chest.

Your voice softens, “You know that I am.”

He kisses you gently, making your heart flutter with the possibility.

“Then what’s stopping us?” He asks once your lips part from one another.

It’s your turn to huff, you have so much to say yet it’s all lost on you at this exact moment. Funny how that works, isn’t it?

“You’re the one who ended things.”

The streetlight shines in through his window, its light illuminating your body, highlighting your beautiful features that he just can’t get enough of. Why did he end things again?

“Yeah, well, I’m an idiot. What’s new?” he jokes, crawling over top of you, completely mesmerized by how gorgeous you are beneath him. He kisses you sweetly, his lips massaging yours as his heart pounds loudly in his chest. You didn’t say no. To Jungkook, that means there’s still a chance, and he’ll gladly take it.

One of his hands holds the back of your neck, tilting your head just the right amount for him to deepen the kiss. He moans into your mouth, his tongue playing with yours while his other hand finds its way between your legs.

A soft gasp escapes your lips when his fingers dip inside you. They twist and curl with perfect accuracy, bringing you closer and closer to bliss.

He has you practically begging for more, you’re already a panting mess. You reach for him, craving more, needing him closer but he refuses.

“Nope,” he grins playfully, pushing your chest gently so you lay back onto the bed, “I want to watch you come undone this time. I want to see you lose it when you come for me.”

Your back arches off the bed as you dance along the edge, squeezing your eyes shut you let his words do their magic.

“Be a good girl and come all over these fingers.” Your hips move helplessly, matching his speed as you chase the high.

“You’re luminous, absolutely divine, and all mine. Nobody can worship you as I do. Nobody else can make you feel this good.”

“No one compares to you,” you moan sensually as pleasure overtakes your body yet again, turning you into the mess he wants to see.

Your lips touch again after what feels like an eternity. “I’m glad you’re here,” he whispers, leaving another lazy kiss on your cheek, before moving to clean up the aftermath of your pleasures.

“Me too,” you say sleepily, pulling him back into your arms after he disposed of the condom. You feel yourself drifting off, about to fall into a soft slumber with your bodies entwined.

Jungkook grins, knowing he’s one step closer to convincing you to try again. He kisses you softly, lovingly, one more time before you both drift off into the early morning light.

©shadowkoo 2024. All rights reserved.

[barbies1shots]

frennn do toxic ex husband or boyfriend sukuna😍😩

i gotchu girl , lemme try my best . jus kno that this will be triggering for some people . also , if you kno anyone who is in any type of this relationship , get them some help . this is lowkey long too :/

☆ - TOXIC themes , mentions of murder , mentions of cannibalism , mentions of suicide , mentions of stalking , abuse , NON-CON , attempting at manipulation , idc how big you are sukuna is bigger , dacryphilia , exhibitionism , overstimulation , somnophilia , reader tries her best to stick up for herself , pet names , ruining of careers , doggy , chokehold , (please lmk if theres stuff i should add .)

read at your own risk .

exboyfriend!sukuna who sees you hang with a another man. sees you smile when he makes a bitch ass joke.

exboyfriend!sukuna who seethes in complete anger after he followed the both of you home. he rembered the address and noticed it was yours. he lost it once you moved and changed states.

exboyfriend!sukuna who sees the man leans down and give you a kiss. and that kiss soon turns into a heated kissing session.

exboyfriend!sukuna who palms himself behind his trousers as he saw the man squeeze your ass.

exboyfriend!sukuna who follows you home and pins you against the door with his massive frame as you were putting your keys in the door.

exboyfriend!sukuna who slaps you after you screamed at him that you'll call the cops.

"We broke up for a damn reason! Get the hell away from me you psycho! Get off me- get your hands off me!"

exboyfriend!sukuna who immediately apologizes with little to no regret in his small red eyes.

exboyfriend!sukuna who forces his lips against yours to shut your screaming up. he has your eyes rolls into the back of your head and making it drowsy from the lack of air.

exboyfriend!sukuna who sneaks a hand into yours and takes the keys from you and unlocks your door. he shoves you into your own apartment and presses you against the door.

"you understand why im here, right?"

exboyfriend!sukuna whispered into your ear as he said hes always love you despite the arguments and the abuse.

exboyfriend!sukuna who says hes incredibly sorry and that hell never do it again.

exboyfriend!sukuna who says that you are the only woman for him, who presses his large head into your neck to kiss you. he marks you up as his hands wander under your shirt, into your waistband of your pants.

exboyfriend!sukuna who strips you out of your clothes with little to no care if you want to be naked infront of him or not.

exboyfriend!sukuna who smirks widly once you came to your senses and slapped him before screaming in his face again.

"Didnt I fucking tell you to leave me the hell alone?! I dont want anything to do with you, Ryomen! you keep hurting me and i want something happy!

"i want xxxx"

exboyfriend!sukuna who immediately slaps a hand over your mouth once you said that mans name.

exboyfriend!sukuna who threatens to chop the mans head off and feed you his remains.

exboyfriend!sukuna who smiles once he knows that you wont try anything.

exboyfriend!sukuna who then resumes taking the rest of your clothes off, leaving you in just your socks.

"you want this right, baby? you dont want your little boy toy to die, do you mama?"

exboyfriend!sukuna murmured into your ear as he picked you up and and sat you gently on your own bed.

exboyfriend!sukuna who catches your ankle in a searing grip once you tried to crawl away from him. your ankle immediately flammed and became swollen.

exboyfriend!sukuna who pressed his crotch into your ass once he flipped you around and ran his large hands up and down your back, thinking of where to put the tattoo of his name.

exboyfriend!sukuna who picks up your legs and bends you into a mean arch, ignoring your pleas at it hurting.

exboyfriend!sukuna who eats it from the back, rough tongue setting pace on everything on there.

exboyfriend!sukuna who laughs widly as you came on his tongue, making everything 10x dirtier, messy and wet. just how he likes it

exboyfriend!sukuna who continues to tongue fuck you and adds his 3 thick fingers to your hole to plunge them in, smirking when hes met with little to no resistance.

exboyfriend!sukuna who watches your thick thighs tremble as you are overcome by immense pleasure.

"you know how i like it, baby- weve been doing it for years. Remember, ma? remember we would come home and be all over each other? and you went and fucking throw it all the fuck away!"

exboyfriend!sukuna who pins your arms behind your back as you tried to run from him pressing his dick into your hole.

"you cant run from it."

exboyfriend!sukuna who slams himself in you without any mercy. he groans out with a smile as he feels you whine, cry and drip all over him.

exboyfriend!sukuna who makes you cum once again on his thick dick, making a mess on his thighs and your bed and throws an arm around your neck, tightening untill your put into a headlock against his chest.

exboyfriend!sukuna who doesnt give up on your cunt and doesnt respond to your attempts to tap out.

exboyfriend!sukuna who only stops once he sees your phone ringing, seeing its a FaceTime request from that.. man.

exboyfriend!sukuna who smiles widely at this and pushes your head back into the pillows, pulling your back into that deep, mean arch and accepts the call.

exboyfriend!sukuna who turns the camera around and points it at your gushing cunt and sweat ridden back.

"who are you?! (name)?! (name) what is this!?"

exboyfriend!sukuna he begins to pound into you extra hard this time. he breathes out heavy moans and small whimpers. he makes sure the phone mic picks up on his and your moans and whimpers.

exboyfriend!sukuna who cums deeply into your sloppy cunt, pulling out and showing the camera the mess hes made. showing the man on the other side, who his bitch is.

exboyfriend!sukuna who grips your hair, only to see you passed the fuck out and laughs crudely at that, he pulls your head back and shows the camera your tear ridden and wet face.

exboyfriend!sukuna who tells the man on the other side that (y/n) is his whether she likes it or not. that no one will want her once hes done with her but him.

exboyfriend!sukuna who runs his hands over your ass and pulling the cheeks apart and takes a picture to post online, immediately getting views and shattering whatever career you had.

exboyfriend!sukuna who shatters your phone after and sits back on his haunches, watching the way your body twitches and skin bubbles up with goosebumbs from the sudden cold.

exboyfriend!sukuna who continues to stare, even as you scream and throw things at him once you woke up and figured what he did.

exboyfriend!sukuna who tackles you and chokes you out against the floor after he pushed you off the bed.

"leave me again, i dare you, baby."

- Aizawas BARB !

toxic sukuna will always have a small place in my heart , though- once again- please know that this is NOT healthy and to help yourself/others if you/they are in any type of toxic relationship .

prt2 toxic!sukuna

prt3 toxic!sukuna

revenge on toxic!sukuna

[fatherfushiguro]

stalker ex-boyfriend!geto who religiously scrolls through all your social media every night before bed, realizing you've taken down all highlights & posts with him in it. you even went as far as to change your spam account profile picture with him in it. 

 stalker ex-boyfriend!geto who has yet to take down the pictures of you on his wall, all your forgotten memorabilia still on your side of his room. he reassures himself that you’ll be coming back to him in no time.

stalker ex-boyfriend!geto who stalks around your workplace at questionable hours. he remembers how he scolded you that one time about staying at work until late, don’t you know that there are men out here who will completely defile you? you do know that, don't you?

stalker ex-boyfriend!geto who parks outside of your house and stays there overnight until you leave for work. if you’d let him back into your life, you’d never have to work again.

stalker ex-boyfriend!geto who flashes through your instagram highlights one particular night to find his worse nightmare had come to fruition. it was a picture of you and some random guy, he scoffs before ruining everything in his apartment out of pure rage. he had never felt true anger until now. 

stalker ex-boyfriend!geto who gets black-out drunk one night and thinks it a perfect idea to spam your phone continuously until you pick up. “geto? why are you calling me at 3 am?” it was a while before he slurred through the phone, “are you fucking him?” his question leaving you stunned.

“geto, you're drun-” he cut you off with a stern, booming voice “are you. fucking. him? answer the question sweetheart.” if only he could see your face right now, puzzled, confused, and trembling. “i wanna know whose ass 'm about to beat right now” and that's when it clicked to you.

it was 9 minutes since your boyfriend left your house. “geto, please d-don’t hurt him..” your mind was racing as you tried to calculate how fast geto could get from where he was to your apartment. you were sitting on your bed from where your boyfriend left you, goose-fleshed and shaken from geto’s words. after a few seconds geto spoke “make sure your door is unlocked darling, i don't like to be kept waiting” and with that, he hung up.

[mi-olaaa]

Both ain’t shit.. (Suggestive.)

Fem!reader exboyfriend!gojo, lowkeyyy— y’all don’t need to get back together, plus size reader pookie 🤭

☆ ⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ ☆

“He lying to me and I’m lying to him, fuck it. Guess we both ain’t shit.”

That was the motto of you and Gojo’s entire relationship right? No— at least, not at first. You two were smitten, in love even. Honestly, if someone were to ask, you couldn’t answer when or why you two started acting funny towards each other.

But if you had to guess, it had to be after your birthday. For your birthday, gojo threw you a surprise party, everyone who knew anyone was there, it was packed. Of course they were, no one else would miss out on a Gojo party. It was a house party, at his— more like a fucking mansion.

Satoru had bad jealousy issues, you know that, but you don’t let that get in the way of your fun, especially not on your own birthday.

So when the shots came rolling, you of course never turned down a single one, turning the fuck up for your day, as you should. But maybe it was the fact that after each shot you took, you started dancing more, or maybe that there were so many people in his house, gawking at you and your beauty, i mean— you were absolutely gorgeous, how could they not? Maybe it’s the fact that Gojo wasn’t a big drinker, and had one too many shots that night.

It could’ve been the fact that while you were dancing with Shoko and Utahime, someone had the audacity to come up behind you, touching you, dancing with you. As friendly as you were, you let them, it was harmless, but not to Satoru, he was hot. He stopped the fucking party, made everyone go home.

So maybe it was the fact that it was your birthday, and afterwards that the party ended early, and maybe the fact that you two couldn’t stop arguing that night. Yelling and screaming about how childish he is, he didn’t seem to care, so to you, that was the start of it.

Out late at night, coming home drunk or with lipstick on his collar, accusing you of cheating. All in the span in a few months after your birthday, dry kisses, arguments. But the cherry on top? You returning the favor.

You started staying out late, barely coming home, smelling like other men and women, you went as far as sleeping in a different bedroom than him. That was the kicker, to him, you were being a bitch, to you, he was being too dramatic about you doing the same as him. You were tired, and it wasn’t until you went in his room, needing some of your clothes, seen a pair of blue thongs on his bed.

That was the end of your relationship. You and him got into it bad, arguing. “Satoru. You literally cheated on me. What the fuck else would i do??” He just got real close to you, scoffing. “You do it all the time, I don’t see what the problem is.” And you couldn’t take it anymore, anger wasn’t even a word in your vocabulary to describe how you feel.

With a loud, reverberating crack, you all but bitch-slapped him. His face was hot, red even, but you were hotter. “Fuck you.” Was all you said before leaving out the front door, not bothering to grab your stuff, just your purse and phone. You were heated, it was like you didn’t even know him, he damn sure didn’t know you. Sure you might’ve come home late, smelling like whatever perfumed people wore at the clubs you partied at, but you had never cheated, didn’t even cross your mind.

With all the bullshit, you were done. That was the end, you left, driving away, hot tears strolling down your face, they could’ve been tears of sadness or anger, you couldn’t tell. All you knew is that you weren’t coming back, right?

You stayed with Shoko for about two weeks before you got your own apartment, and you told her everything. She gave you advice, to not dwell on the past, and to just don’t be bothered by him, and you weren’t.

If anything, you were enjoying the freedom. The penthouse apartment you got was huge, and super gorgeous, it overlooked the city, and the neighborhood was amazing. You didn’t have a single worry on your mind, enjoying your space. Eventually Satoru had some staff of his return your items to you, even all the gifts he bought you. You were really living.

You were turnt, partying and being you, happily single with a few flings here and there.

At least, that’s what you thought. Six months into your breakup, you were glowing, had peace of mind 24/7, enjoying your new modeling gigs and staying out the way.

Until a certain someone started to slowly re-enter your life. It started off small, texts and conversations, blocked numbers, the latter. Then it turned to more, FaceTiming, things of that nature. You were over him, or so you thought. It wasn’t until he showed up at your door one unexpected night, that you actually started questioning what the fuck you were doing.

“Hey.” It was Gojo, at your door, an unreadable expression on his face. “Hey.. what are you doing here Toru’?” The nickname. It rolled off your tongue too easily, too fast, and it may or may not have had him grinning. He didn’t answer, so it had to make you wonder, he was your ex right?

But exes don’t show up to their ex’s house, exes don’t talk to each other, exes don’t kiss each other, they damn sure don’t still have love deep down inside for each other.

He’s your ex right? That’s what you thought.

If he truly is your ex, then why are you bent over?

Why are you screaming his name?

And most importantly, why is he digging in your guts, better than any fling you’ve had over these past few months?

I guess you both really ain’t shit.

☆ ⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ ☆

Authors note: first chapter y’all 🤭 lemme know if it’s good or not— I’m still learning and getting the hang of this 😭😭

Love y’all, laterrr byeeeee 🫶🏾

[sugarverse]

exboyfriend! who calls you to ask if you wanted any breakfast while he was out, mentioning the new waffle house down the road.

exboyfriend who picks you up exactly at 10 like he said he would, the smell of cocoa butter and his cologne filling the chilled car.

exboyfriend! who absentmindedly opens the door for you, staring at your sundress in awe.

exboyfriend! who asks if you want to smoke before, handing you the joint to light as he drove. he hummed to the music in the car, tapping the wheel lightly to the beat.

exboyfriend! who pulls into the parking lot, blowing smoke in your direction.

exboyfriend! whos lap you're on just as quick as you had gotten to the parking lot.

exboyfriend! who makes sure to be semi gentle, not wanting to shake the car too much as he bucked his hips closer to yours. He kissed your lips, nails gripping into your thighs as you moved up and down.

exboyfriend! who marks you in hickeys before you finish, walking you inside after filling your panties with cum. He held your hand, letting you follow behind him with a proud smirk on his face.

exboyfriend! who orders what you like, paying for it all and making sure you're fuller before asking to come back to his house. you'd always nap after visiting each other, why not together? you can shower at my place too, I still have some of your soap left.. He mumbled against your skin, letting the AC run through the car once more.

exboyfriend! who takes you home just to fold you in another few positions to remind you how much he knew your body, that no one else could fuck you like this. or know you as well as he did.

exboyfriend! who cleans your tired body up, the smell of lavender filling his bathroom. you could tell he'd cleaned the place up before you came over. he cleaned you gently, kissing parts of your body softly before carrying you back to bed for said nap.

[ladyrowrites]

"EX-BOYFRIEND NANAMI PART 2"

Author's Note: Our flight was delayed yesterday so I was bored and decided to finish this request by @patpatspatz ❤️ Hope you enjoy this fluff 🤭

Part 1

Ex-Boyfriend Nanami who calmed down when he got the news that you are stable from Shoko. He was about to go to your room when Gojo spoke to him, “Heh. Nanamin! You better hurry, it looks like she has a visitor.” Then tapped his shoulders.

Ex-Boyfriend Nanami who got confused by Gojo’s comment because it was him who stayed by your side for 2 days now in the hospital – waiting for you to wake up. When he got to your room, a tall man that he doesn’t recognize was hovering over you and you were laughing with him. You look so happy – smiling from ear to ear. Is he your boyfriend? And when did you wake up? He was supposed to be the first one you see when you do. Nanami didn't even realize that his jaw was clenching and his fists were turning to a ball.

Ex-Boyfriend Nanami who fixed his glasses and turned away from your room. He better get back to work – stop wasting time, he thought. I guess he expected something from what you said to him before you passed out in his arms.

“Nanami-san, it’s always going to be you. I lo—”

Ex-Boyfriend Nanami who’s trying to forget what you said last to him and how it made him feel. His thoughts were interrupted when you knocked on his office door. He was surprised you went to see him.

“Can I come in?” You awkwardly asked him, “Yeah, sure. What brings you here, Y/N? Also, how are you?” He was avoiding your gaze.

“Uh, yeah, I’m good, thanks to you..” You sweetly smiled at him, “I’m here because I wanted to thank you for saving me and I heard you were my guardian basically when I was in the hospital. Just wanted to say, I appreciate it and also I’m sorry… I’m so sorry for being stubborn. Should have listened to you.”

Nanami chuckled, “Yeah, you don't have a great record of following instructions.” You were surprised at his gesture because he ‘lovingly’ caressed your top of head like what he did when you were together – it means ‘don’t worry, I’ll always protect you’.

Ex-Boyfriend Nanami who was also taken aback by his gesture so he put his hands down immediately and now you were awkwardly staring at each other. He wanted to bring up the words you said to him that night but he was afraid that it was just adrenaline talking. You smiled at his response, “Yeah, don’t worry, next time we partnered up again, I’ll listen to you, captain.” you jokingly did the sergeant sign, “Anyway, I’m going back to Kyoto tonight. I’m really thankful for what you did. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be here.”

Ex-Boyfriend Nanami whose heart felt a pang when you said you’re leaving, “Don’t worry about it. I'm just glad you're safe.” You nodded at him and turned to leave. But Nanami, held your hand so you faced him, “Huh? Is there a problem?” A lot, he thought.

Ex-Boyfriend Nanami who cleared his throat and asked, “Uhm, are you going back to Kyoto for someone?” He was searching the answer from your eyes, “Uh, my students?” you really didn't understand what his question was.

“Ah, I see… I just thought that… Uhm, I saw someone visited you in the hospital and…” His ears were a bit red...You cackled in his face, oh my god, so that's what he wants to know, “Ahhhhhh! That was Ken, he used to be a Jujutsu sorcerer but left because it wasn't really for him, and also his type is the same as mine…” Nanami had ‘???’ plastered in his face, “Oh my gosh, Nanami-san! He also likes guys.. He’s gay….”

Ex-Boyfriend Nanami who was now red on his face as well but was relieved with your answer, “Ohhh, I see. Uhm so are you seeing someone?”

“No.” Fuck, you answered too fast, “Uhm, what I meant was, uhm..”

“Do you remember what you said to me before you passed out?”

“Uh, I was hazy and losing so much blood… so no.”

Ex-Boyfriend Nanami who memorized every fiber of your being and one of them was your facial expressions and he knew you were lying! He went closer to you while still holding your hand and now you’re back was on the wall, “Uhm, I said something??” You innocently responded.

Ex-Boyfriend Nanami who put his other hand on the wall – trapping you and whispered, “Stop lying, Y/N” You closed your eyes as you felt those words in your spine – holy shit! He still had this effect on you. You swallowed your thick saliva, “Uhm, K-Kento…” now your other hand was on his chest.

Ex-Boyfriend Nanami who’s heart started to race more when he heard his first name escape your lips and his mind went crazy when he felt your soft touch. He missed you so much – you have no idea. You were looking at each other so intensely that a knife can cut through it. He lowers his face closer to yours and you can feel his hot breath. Fuck, you keep swallowing your saliva.

Ex-Boyfriend Nanami who can't contain his feelings anymore and put his lips onto yours – he was grateful that you were returning his kiss. At first, it was slow and sensual that you can feel all your feelings coming back – not that it ever left anyway. Now, both of your hands are entangled on his neck and his was on your waist. He was kissing you so hungrily now like he was trying to make up for all the years he lost you.

Both of you were panting and broke the kiss for some air. You both laughed because the kiss made you two realize that nothing really changed between the two of you except your maturity and physical appearance.

Ex-Boyfriend Nanami who broke the silence, "There was never a day that I didn't think of you, Y/N. May I please take you out on a date?" While tucking your hair in your left ear.

"I thought you'd never ask, handsome. Also, you never left my mind too." And you kissed his cheeks.

Ex-Boyfriend Nanami who was no longer an 'ex' because he finally realized that he was miserable without you; he also realized that you were right all along - life is too short to be without love.

[writingouthere]

Masterlist

Started: 1/16/24

Updated: 2/26/24

Works: 18

*marks smut

JJK

Sukuna x reader

friendswithbenefits!Sukuna x reader series(in plot order)

we're not even dating!

you go on a date with someone else*

singlemom!reader x neighbor!Sukuna series(in plot order)

the first meeting

aquarium date

pipe burst, new home?

pipe burst, new home?(reader POV)

Sukuna picks up your daughter from daycare

Sukuna finds a pair of your panties and is...normal about it*

You go apartment hunting and Sukuna is 'helpful'

Sukuna suffers from your sexual tension, his lowkey (highkey) baby fever and the drudgery of a child's birthday party

the finale: dramatic confessions and pinky swears*

Extra: Valentine's Day

singledad!Sukuna x neighbor!reader series(in plot order)

Gaslight. Gatekeep. Girlboss.

Sukuna and Yuuji gaslight you into a family day at the park

One-Shots

A one night stand with your best friend's brother leaves you pregnant.*

exboyfriend!Sukuna x reader*

Nanami x reader

Drabbles

Nanami is Your Best Friend But Wants More

One-Shots

Breeding Kink but Nanami Makes it Wholesome*

[dollfacerecs]

— jeon ⋆ jung ⋆ kook

jjk fic recommendation list by clover. 🍀 ↓

♡ = smut ; ♤ = angst ; ♧ = fluff ; ♕ = favorite

main list

♢ mutual help ; ♡, ♤, ♧, ♕ || series — by @personasintro

⇝ fwb, fakedating, slowburn // lmao. if u know me u know this is one of my all time, if not all time fav fic. personasintro really outdid herself w this one. i love her so much she really inspired me to pick up writing again and im glad i did 😭😭 guys when i tell you nothing has ever slowburned the way mutual help has like guys. the messiness of it all THE DRAMA. the jealousy. the pining. the sex. literally the way she wrote jungkook is just too fucking good. what a dream to have a man like this in ur life. i can’t tell you how many times i reread certain chapters and just spend nights thinking abt certain moments like its popular for a reason guys. don’t let the amount of chapters scare you away from diving into this guys its sooofucking goodidndkdnskdn

♢ we weren’t just friends ; ♡, ♤ || series — by @jknoah

⇝ fwb, situationship // guys like.. trust me. jk so fuckin insufferable i need him rn. what a little shit. ughhh i love this. kisses to u noah ! <33

♢ once the thrill expires ; ♡, ♤, ♕ || one-shot — by @alphabetboyluvr

⇝ fwb, situationship // again… jungkook is a fucking asshole and he knows it. the way this author describes the details in this literally so fucking good guys like i need a whole series of this its just excellent 😭😭😭 reread this like 3 times soooo good

♢ about u ; ♤, ♡ || one-shot — by @ugh-yoongi

⇝ exboyfriend!jungkook, jealousy // idk whats up w jk being shitty in fics but i just can’t help it guys. its saur good. this one is so heartbreaking tho like they rlly just love each other man.

♢ soft ; ♡ || one-shot (part of a series) — by @hamsterclaw

⇝ cop!jungkook, mortuaryassistant!reader // jungkook is so fucking cute in this djfbcnf vomitboy <333 and the way he gets teased by the others bc of ur nickname for him dbfhf i also really like this reader

♢ bad decisions ; ♤, ♡, ♧ || series — by @alphabetboyluvr

⇝ bartender!jk, barista!reader // jk and yn are best friends who don’t act like best friends. clearly in love w each other. constant misunderstandings and annoying exes. i havent finished but im very much intrigued. this author is very poetic. very gewd. inspires me a lottt. like this a lot. just excellent.

♢ throttle ; ♡, ♤, ♧ || series — by @alphabetboyluvr

⇝ racer!jk, clerk!reader // jk is soooo damn shady (im not that far into the series yet but i had to recommend bc its already so damn good) and yoongi is the man of my dreams ummm but a bad boy will always prevail and jk in this saurrrr fucking hot i gasp for air

♢ pending…

[vilsoo]

Girl! first of all: love you and support you since the jjk birthday fic, you are a legend! 🫡 second of all, i'm so glad people are coming forth and that you're speaking out against her too 😭 honestly no fandom is safe and she has a habit of going after the biggest creators from each fandom (jjk = kazushawty or getoswhore) or (genshin impact = anantaru or munsonsins) LIKE GIRLY IS JEALOUS YALL💀💀💀💀💀💀💀 she should leave yall alone and make out with her made-up exboyfriend LIKE IMAGINE DOING THAT at your age 😭😭😭😭😭🫡🫡

thank you my beloved 🥹💐🫶🏽

it’s crazy that this has been ongoing since 2021, literally when i first started writing on tumblr during my poiseuns era, and she’s been exposed numerous times yet she’s still doing this shit .. 😀 AND THE MADE-UP EXBF IS SO ??£\€|*]*|[¥_•% bitches would go out their way to make it look like they have a “social life outside of tumblr” when rlly all ur doing is hiding behind anons to shit on other writers u have jealousy issues with! i dont know how twisted u have to be to have this kind of mentality but you need a social media cleanse. not even just that but a fucking exorcism as well

[emjiroki]

Hello emi!! <3 How are you???~

I'm still alive yes, ehehe~ (⁠ ⁠╹⁠▽⁠╹⁠ ⁠)

(hopefully you still remember me (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠))

My internship is almost over and graduation is almost there ✨. (i wish to have free time to myself soon🫠) anyways~

I saw your post regarding exboyfriend!dabi and I just want to say, dabi is so sleep token coded!! is the song perhaps Granite or Take Me Back to Eden? 👀

I miss youuu!!! sending hugs and kisses!! ♡

(also sprinkles magic fairydust to fight off writer's block / writer's traffic jam)

- ☁️

Cloudy anon! I hope you've been doing good! I'm so proud of you for getting your internship done and almost graduating!!!! Giving you hugs and kisses!!!!!

YES DABI IS SO SLEEP TOKEN CODED! their music gives me the best inspiration for him (and yuuta from jjk hehe)

Dark Signs is also a really good song I associate him with! I want to see them in concert so bad 😭 my playlist is filled with their songs! (Also ex touya is such a vibe I'm into it)

[spliffymae]

YOURS, MINE, & OURS.

synopsis : you thought you could get rid of em? oh honey…

⚠️ ⚠️ prior to reading, just know my main character will always be black (unapologetically, at that).

˚ 　  ✫ 　　　 ˚ .  　　　 ⋆. · 　+ ˚ 　☽

★　*　　　🛰 　　*　jjk　　🚀°　☽　　　🛸

toji

written off, exhusband!toji x blackfemreader | pt. 1 , pt. 2 , pt. 3 , pt. 4 , pt. 5

sukuna

cold, exhusband!sukuna x blackfemreader

geto

exboyfriend!geto headcanons

★　*　　　🛰 　　*　bnha　　🚀°　☽　　　🛸

dabi

touch me, exboyfriend!dabi x blackfemreader

★　*　　　🛰 　　*　haikyuu　　🚀°　☽　　　🛸

suna

let u decide, exboyfriend!suna x blackfemreader

+ MORE COMING SOON !

[vminity21]

Hold Your Hand Again | jjk

Pairing: Student!Jungkook x Female!Reader, BestFriend!Jimin x Reader, ExBoyfriend!Namjoon x Reader, school!au

Genre: fluff/angst

Word Count: 2,369

Warning: none really, just angst revolving a past relationship, rating: pg

Summary: You are a busy bee, with a best friend, who gets your heart broken by an ex-boyfriend who happens to move on much quicker than you expected. Unbeknownst to you, someone who you happen to get partnered with, understands exactly what you’re going through, foreshadowing what will potentially be the most beautiful relationship you truly deserve.

With squinted eyes you observe the batter, sucking in your lips, concentration reflecting off your expression while the audience watches in hushed murmurs. All eyes are on you- both teams in a tie- if this batter hits a home run, the team will leave with triumphant smiles, shouting in victory whilst you slump in defeat. Though the pressure of striking out the opposing team weighs heavy, you brush it off, shrugging your shoulders once before posing, swinging your arm rapidly before tossing the ball toward the umpire.

"Strike one!" is yelled, you roll your neck from side to side, a breath of relief escapes momentarily before you ready yourself for the next throw. Despite today's events, you can't escape the list of things you still need to do this evening. With a new choir song being introduced tomorrow as well as the dance competition next weekend, you have hardly caught a breath; yet, the busy life is all you can be grateful for. Especially with the way, things have been going with-

"Strike two!" The bat nearly blows the ball out of the park but by one split second, the opposite team member misses- your heart racing within you, you furrow your eyebrows, sweat beading along your forehead, the sun beaming down onto the field relentlessly making its presence known. This is it, you add mentally, This. Is. It.

With one fast swoop, the ball lands in the umpire's mitt, "STRIKE THREE!" When the audience rejoices with upraising 'hoots' and 'hollers', you, with a wide smile, bend forward, your hands resting on your knees, the adrenaline gradually leaving your frame. The team members crash into you, clinging onto you tightly- abruptly, you're raised into the air, rump landing on a strong shoulder, smiling down to reveal your ecstatic best friend, Park Jimin, pumping a free fist in the air. Eyes panning the audience, you search for the one person you hoped kept their word. When your smile falls, thankfully nobody notices, your heart shatters, eyelids brim with warm tears. Jimin sets you down, you trying to get lost in the elation encircling you without exposing one ounce of pain.

If Namjoon thinks he is redeeming himself, he really thought wrong.

Black and white pictures align your bedroom walls; pictures that hold the memories of your friends and family, adventures you've been on, even random pictures of dance routines you've been a part of, or solos given to you in chorus class. Though Spongebob plays in the background to prevent complete silence, you wipe away at the tears threatening to spill onto your desk, refusing to make eye contact with yourself in the mirror. Namjoon's called twice since you've been home, and you have already reviewed through the musical notes, though your brain can hardly concentrate on anything but your now ex-boyfriend.

When the loud vibration of your phone sounds again, you sniffle, raising your head just enough to see who is calling. "Jimin," you murmur. Grabbing your phone in one swift movement, you answer trying to suppress the thickness in your voice from the crying,

"Alright," Jimin echoes through the phone line, "What's wrong?" Jimin is the Patrick to your Spongebob, the two of you have been best friends since elementary school- the brother you've never had, but always wanted.

"Excuse me, Mister Intuitive," you let out a breathy laugh, wincing at the loud sniffle that sounds in order to clear your nostrils. "Let's get straight to the point, huh?"

"[Y/N], if he hurt you, I'm going to-"

"Chim," you interrupt, slamming your eyes shut from the pain overriding your countenance, "I don't want to talk about it,"

"[Y/N], seriously, you can't keep things bottled up so much, it's unhealthy,"

"I get it, Chim, but right now's just-"

"Not the right time," silence floods the line, you hear Jimin's muffled sigh of frustration, "I just want you to be okay. He's hurt you way too much, and you just keep letting him." You pinch the bridge of your nose, shoulders trembling from fighting the sobs you manage to repress all too well.

"Chim," but that's when your voice breaks, Jimin's heart nearly falls to his feet.

"I'm coming over," is all he says. Showing up at your door within twenty minutes, Jimin envelops you in a tight hug, you burying your face into his shoulder, "I don't know about you, but I'm in the mood for some-"

"SpumBom?" Your muffled voice causes a wide smile to spread on Jimin's face.

"Yes, yes that's exactly it, SpumBom and Packwit," when he follows you to the living room, he settles beside you on the couch, "By the way have you practiced any of the choreography for next week?"

"Uh," you draw out, "Kinda,"

Jimin's eyes widen, "You know this is like, a mid-term grade right,"

"I know, I know," you swat your hand at him, "I just- I've been busy,"

"I'm aware," Jimin narrows his eyes, observing the way you avoid his gaze, "And tomorrow Mr. Kim is assigning us partners for the spring concert. Same with Mr. Jung. If I were you, I'd start stepping."

You, exasperated, bury your face in your hands, "Why can't you let me slack for five seconds,"

"Because that's not the [Y/N] I know and love," Jimin's teasing glare lifts your spirits, nudging his shoulder with yours.

"Love you, too you brute."

The morning comes fast, you rushing to class close to breathless, hair swaying behind you until your steps come to a halt. Setting your bag at the back of the classroom, you swivel around, hearing Mr. Kim Seokjin announce that the partner assignments are listed on the whiteboard. The vibrant pink paper is taped high enough for everyone to see it, though you with crossed arms stand before it, eyes searching until you find your name.

"Jeon Jungkook," you whisper, tilting your head in surprise. Jungkook is the most well-known singer and dancer of the entire school, Jimin being right behind him hence why you and Jimin tend to practice together though with everything that's been going on with Namjoon has ceased that for the time being, you can't help but curiously scan the classroom your eyes finding the slim figure of Jungkook; his hands in the pockets of black slacks, dawning a light brown shirt that sits loosely along his torso, gold earrings decorate his ear lobes, green strands blend into his dark hair covering his forehead as he searches along the list of names. You're staring, not noticing how long you've remained standing there, letting the wonder of him captivate you in a way you don't understand. As if he feels your gaze, his eyes catch yours, timorously bowing in your direction, your cheeks flushing with the chagrin clouding your features.

"Alright, class! As soon as you find your partner, please take a seat so we can begin."

Gulping, you follow the teacher's directions, shoulders tensing when Jungkook relaxes into the seat beside you. Timidly, he peeks over at you, "Hello, I'm Jungkook," he offers his hand formally, you return it much quicker than you anticipate.

"And, I'm [Y/N]," you take note of the way his thin lips fall into a kind grin, small dimples forming on his cheeks, shy, brown eyes bore into yours, even the sharpness of his jawline...

You look away the moment a student slaps the new music sheet onto your lap. Realizing it's Jimin, you playfully glare at him- Jimin chuckling to himself until all the music sheets have been handed to the other pupils. When he settles in his seat, you notice Jimin has been partnered with your acquaintance LenLen- someone he's had a crush on since the beginning of time prompting you to sneak him a text with emojis indicating that you're aware of his current partnership. Of course, when Jimin sends you the 'eye roll', you stifle the giggles wanting to erupt.

The second class ends, you rush to your bag, slinging it behind your shoulder, immediately heading in the direction of your next class. What you see nearly knocks you off your feet, heart tearing in half as your pained gaze is fixated on Namjoon who is cornering a snickering girl, her hands wrapped around his wrists as he leans in for a sloppy kiss.

"What?" The figures in the distance blur, you blink, but a tear pangs your cheek, the world pausing around you to the point you hardly notice the soft fingers interlacing with yours. Swallowing, you break eye contact with the devastating scene ahead, looking toward your shoes to notice the hand holding yours. With furrowed eyebrows, your eyes trail to see the mesmerizing orbs of Jeon Jungkook, his parted lips remain, but his eyes read something along the lines of, 'Follow my lead.' You typically don't play along with scenarios like this, but at this moment, you don't care.

Squeezing his hand, he nods once after your approval, stepping ahead of you, you follow suit. Jungkook glances at you once both of you near the interlocked couple, you keep his stare refusing to look away. Jungkook's thumb runs along the back of your hand collecting stares from the hallway audience- two pairs of the eyes belonging to Namjoon and his new attraction. If tension really is a thing, you know it now, especially with the girl glaring daggers into the back of your skull; Namjoon's Adam's apple bobs at the clench of his jaw.

When you make it to your next class, Jungkook fully faces you, nerves jittering within his tummy mirroring your quivering arms. "Don't move," he whispers, leaning forward, planting a sweet kiss upon your cheek. The sensation of it lingers, you want to touch the delicate spot, but refrain. Your mouth ajar from the shock overwhelming your expression. "I'll see you in dance class." He nods, you robotically turning on a heel to find your desk, your conscious filling with swarming questions, the main one being: 'What. Just happened?'

Stretching is always how dance class begins, you lean forward until your fingertips brush the tip of your shoe. Thankfully, dance is your last class of the day, and you make it early enough, finding some sense of peace before students start filing in. Mr. Jung Hoseok must have run to grab some lunch since he isn't sitting at his desk, and as you continue maneuvering your body around with different stretches, someone flops beside you.

At first, you think it's Jimin, "Well, well, well, if it isn't Pinhead Larry," you bellow, turning to face with utter horror that Jungkook is staring at you blankly. The blood drains from your face and you open your mouth and shut it multiple times with no words forming. That's when a sly smirk grows onto his lips,

"And if I'm not mistaken, you must be Dirty Dan."

"You-" You stutter, "You watch Spongebob?"

He chuckles finding your look of astonishment quite cute, "Every day," he beams. The two of you return to stretching, your mind racing, but there is one question you can't seem to shake off, especially with what happened earlier today; the feel of his lips on your skin still felt even after hours since it was placed. Slanting your head, you muster enough courage to ask,

"Why-" You stammer, "How- how did you know?"

A look of recognition shows within his eyes when he glimpses at you, swallowing at the lump in his throat, sadness seems evident just from the way his lips purse; but the moment ends way too soon, for people start making their way into the classroom, you moving to stand to your feet, Mr. Jung announcing class is about to begin.

When class ends, you're grateful, the exercise is nice, especially when it relieves the majority of the stress threatening to haunt you. With a quick swig from a water fountain in the hallway, you run a sweaty palm through your hair, briefly checking your phone to see Jimin texted you to remind you to practice the choreography which causes you to chortle at his persistence.

"So," a voice sounds, you whirling to see Jungkook making his way to you, "I believe you asked a question I may or may not have the answer to."

"Answer while you walk me to my car?" You're shocked with how quick-witted you became in that moment; especially with that being something you would typically only reiterate to Jimin. Jungkook doesn't hesitate- backpack hanging off his shoulders, tendrils in slight disarray from dancing, he walks you to your car, both of you facing each other once you reach it.

"So how did you know?" You repeat the question, folding your arms across your chest to bring some form of comfort. Jungkook's tongue pokes at his cheek, him avoiding eye contact at first, "She's, um," his hands cuddle into his pockets, his shoulders tensing, "She's my ex-girlfriend." The girl your ex was with.

Of course, you're shocked when you hear his words as sympathy gathers within you, relating to him on a spiritual level. The only thing you can't seem to get past is how you had no idea Jungkook was dating anyone before. Maybe it's because he's mostly quiet- keeps to himself a lot- hence why you never truly noticed him until today.

"I'm- I'm so sorry," you whisper, hugging yourself tighter. Jungkook shrugs, looking ahead, his eyes trailing the multitude of cars in the parking lot. "I had no idea."

"It's not your fault," he meets your eyes, the genuine shine of them reaching to the depths of your soul that have needed to be healed for some time. "Besides, they had it coming. And," his voice softens, "I wouldn't mind holding your hand again."

Your eyes widen, his words making the pace of your heart quicken before you can think to reply. Namjoon never said words so sweet, wishing you would have paid attention to the red flags before you discovered his infidelity. Regardless, new hope arises, one you don't voice, but instead, reaching your hand forward, Jungkook gently taking it, bringing the back of your hand to his lips, leaving yet another small peck to burn into your memory forever.

[sugarverse]

masterlist key!

✿ = smut ↳ tag, #sugargetsns!w ᗢ = fluff ↳ tag #sugssfw 𖣠 = suggestive

JJK↷

m. fushiguro (𖣠)

MHA↷

your best friend, katsuki (✿)

my sweet babysitter (t.iida) ✿

drawn together, pt.2 (t.iida) ✿,𖣠,ᗢ

checked out, pt.2 (i.midoriya) ✿ᗢ

please, work with me here (i.midoriya) ✿

headcanons

when they have crushes on you! (izuku, tenya, shoto, katsuki & ejirou) ᗢ

AOT↷

happy new years eve, armin! ᗢ𖣠

nameless x fem!readers↷

boyfriend prompts ✎ᝰ

exboyfriend prompts

[inkedtae]

star dusted skies ⇾ jjk. [A]

𝓅𝒶𝒾𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 ⇾ exboyfriend!jungkook x reader (f.)

𝑔𝑒𝓃𝓇𝑒 ⇾ f2l gone wrong, lost relationship, angst

𝓈𝓊𝓂𝓂𝒶𝓇𝓎 ⇾ you wanted to believe the stars only shine for you. now you realize, they were made for him.

𝓌𝑜𝓇𝒹 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓃𝓉 ⇾ 500

𝓌𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 ⇾ just some angsty times 

𝒶𝓊𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓇'𝓈 𝓃𝑜𝓉𝑒 ⇾ felt depressed so i wrote something to reflect it. extremely unedited. please do not leave hate towards me or any other readers. please do not copy, repost, or translate any of my work without my permission. if you have any requests, please send them my way. enjoy!

⤑ le playlist

Things become different when life doesn’t feel like it’s conspiring with death. It was a change of heart you’d only ever experienced once. The memory was distant and most likely foreign, but, some days, it was all you had left.

Holding on to what wass there was easier than accepting what was here. There resided lots to believe in. And here, the only word for belief was death, because you had to be dead to believe in something.

You were brought back to life once, only to die all over again.

The night sky was a swirl of lilac, navy and peach clouds. The constellations only just peeked through, winking and twilking as they bragged about their place in the world. You remember wishing you had the same luxury of belongingness.

“You’re so slow,” Jungkook grumbled over his shoulder with an unholy smirk.

You shoved him, but quickened your pace to match his. “Shut up.”

He chuckled as you finally reached the edge of the ship together. You rested your hands on the railing, letting the salty scent of the pinkish lavender sea claim your senses. It always made you sick, but it was better than the twisting, turning nerves that fought in your gut when you indulged in him instead.

You tugged on your extremely oversized red jacket, wrapping it tightly around your frame. You felt his eyes on you, and  knew better than to look over. Yet, still, you did. 

The twisting, turning of nerves, that you always mistook for love, returned. His soft eyes, an unnatural bright brown, swam with regret and pity. You swallowed thickly, redirecting your attention to his lips that were constantly in a permanent pout. To have one more kiss was a twisted desire you still craved. 

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled. 

You tore yourself away from him and back to the depressingly beautiful ocean. You knew he meant those words, but you didn’t need them. You remembered those lost moments where he used to practically beg you to let him love you. You guessed that’s what happened when obsession was mistaken for love.

“I truly wanted,” he started with a tired sigh, “I want to believe that the stars shined for me. Now, I realize, they were made for you.”

He always spoke in riddles. It was part of his charm. It was only now that you realized how much you hated it. 

Before you can reply, the ship reached the Busan pier and he left your side, muttering yet another apology you were just expected to accept.