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Jungkook Imagine: Bad Boy

Scenario: Working as a waitress at a local bar, you always ended up having to manhandle drunk bastards to the floor or separate people fighting like crazy idiots. One of which was the bad boy "every night customer" who you soon got to know as Jungkook. He will flirt with any walking human being to be honest and one of those was you. Before you knew it both of you would end up in an all put war to see who could get the most phone numbers. One night, you decide to actually try and hook up with one of those customers, but that's when Jungkook intervenes... But why?

Rated: Smut

P: Jungkook x Reader

Request: BTS Jungkook Imagine: Bad Boy
"Yes I'm a Bad Boy So I LIke Bad Girls."

Requested by: GravitysMistress

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"How could you do that to me?!" He yelled, his hands on either side of your head, both of them leaning against the rusted down wall behind you.

You'd never seen him so mad, his neck getting the familiar veins running down it that usually meant he was hella pissed, his sweat soaked hair stuck to his forehead.

He'd been dancing with some chick on the dance floor almost all night, and had only gone to talk to you after she had given him her phone number and a hotel address, one you assumed he had gone to before returning an hour later to the bar. The bar which had the same loud music under which yall had met.

The same bar that had made you slowly fall in love with him.

Before you knew it, your own anger had bubbled up, making you go wild as you began flirting with every cute guy that came your way until eventually you grew the courage to flirt with Kim Seokjin, the same guy who had helped you countless nights before, get a drunk Jungkook out of the bar towards the end of the night, the same guy Jungkook considered his older brother and the person he admired the most.

That was the last draw for him, sending him into the pinnacle of rage.

And now he was here, his face so close to yours while at the same time so far. You could see his heavy breathing with every movement of his chest, his left hand pushing away from the wall before returning as a ferocious punch.

"You've gone the lowest a bitch could go," he growled out, his eyes piercing through you as if they had flames inside them, wanting to burn your body alive.

"Who's the bitch here you whore! Going out to fuck the first bitch who wags her stinking tail at you?"

"Fucked? I haven't fucked anyone!"

"So you're going to tell me that lil dancing slut took you to a hotel to talk? Play video games? Haha do you think I'm stupid?!"

Your face was now so close to his that your noses were practically touching, both of you so angry and absolutely furious at the others actions.

That's when he did the most unexpected thing.

He leaned in, kissing you with a feverish thirst, his lips biting down on yours like a lion to his pray, his teeth sinking in lightly at first before increasing in pressure.

His hands roamed your sides, soon making there way to your arms and bringing them up above your head to get more access to your neck. His body leaning against yours, your own body betraying you and turning into jello, it was like dancing flames above a fireplace, each kiss feeling like burning ember on your shoulders and chin.