beauty is madness

two rotten apples [m] | pt. 3

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❛❛we’re next-door neighbors and have hated each other since middle school but now we’re going to the same university how can we avoid the other person like the plague so there isn’t a crime scene— what do you mean you promised my mom you would keep an eye on me???? you fucking planned this❜❜ AU

COUNT → 21.515

GENRE → smut | angst

PAIRING → jungkook | reader

WARNINGS → dom and sub tones | threesome | oral sex | explicit language | penetration | public sex | grinding | graphic dirty talk | slight female masturbation | overstimulation

LINKS → 1 | 2 | 3 | COMING SOON


As the back of Jungkook’s head rested against the driver seat’s headrest, catching his breath, your glare hardened.

Once again, he’d fucked you and not cared whether you came or not. In fact, for the duration of his penis being in your vagina, he’d barely even touched you. And sadly, it hadn’t even occurred to you he’d used you once again until it was too late. Your clit didn’t matter to him apparently; your pleasure didn’t matter to him either. All that mattered was his dick. That’s all that ever fucking mattered.

After that weekend at the camping grounds where you actually came for once, you were expecting something better than whatever the fuck he called this performance. Your horny brain had quickly forgotten that it’d been your own fingers that got yourself off—not him—and those nights you spent in his tent were no exception. Why were you so surprised? This was Jungkook you were talking about—he would never fucking care about you or any part of you.

And that’s why this was the final fucking straw.

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I will spend every 
breakfast with you. 
I will kiss your cheeks 
in the morning when
you are too tired to go to work. 
I will put my hair into 
a bun and I will carry my heavy body
for you. 
I will put my little heart 
in a bowl with rice milk. I will 
make you a cup of Turkish tea, and
I will listen to your eyes. 
I will wait for you 
with all my beauty. I will 
make your house a harem of love. 
I will be so exquisite 
you won’t desire any other woman. 
And I will let my love pour for you like a cascade. 
I will fold your clothes
and leave you love notes on the fridge. 
I will grow flowers under your bed. 
I will soak myself in honey for you, 
and I will let my hair fall down for you 
when you call on me. 
I will love you in anger. 
I will kiss you when you least deserve it.
I will look for your father in your eyes, 
and I will ask for your mother on how to make you happy. 
When I will upset you, 
remember my little heart next to yours. 
I will pronounce your name in Arabic,
and you will forgive my sinless eyes. 
And I will fall in love with you again.
—  Marriage Legacies by Royla Asghar