❝Sweet, Naughty, Mine 🍒❞ is a collection of explicit one-shots centered on LingLing & Orm. Each chapter reveals a different side of their intimacy: tender, insolent, or deliciously devouring. Sometimes wrapped in sultry silences. Sometimes sparked by a perfectly timed remark. Independent scenes playful, sensual, or both. Teasing dialogue. And far, far too much tension. 🍒 Discover LingOrm in all their states. 🌶️ #3 onlyyou *04/10/2025

Genre: G!P | Slow - burn | WLW | Drama | Romance | Angst | Domestic > She was never meant to be her wife. Just a mistake. Just a name on a contract. Ling Sirilak Kwong, Thailand's most in-demand dermatologist, lives her life with precision-cold, calculated, perfect. When a drunken mistake at a glamorous gala left her tangled with Orm Kornnaphat, a manager to the stars, she never expected twins... or marriage. For nine years, they've shared a home, two sons, and a carefully constructed lie. Ling never touched Orm again. Never kissed her. Never let her in. But Orm? She loved quietly. Completely. Always from a distance. Now, with Ling entangled in a secret affair with Orm's own artist, their delicate balance starts to shatter. As betrayal brews and truths come to light, Ling will have to confront what she's been running from all along- Was Orm ever just an accident... or has she always been the only woman Ling was ever meant to love?

18+ ONLY. This story contains mature themes and explicit smut. Read at your own risk. Contentedly single and successful at 30, Lingling has built her perfect life after overcoming hardship. Marriage? No thanks. Dating? A nuisance her meddling best friends keep forcing on her (as she's the only single person left in her group of friends). She just wants to support them, especially Lookmhee on her wedding day. But fate-and maybe Lookmhee-has other plans, leading to a clumsy bouquet standoff with a captivating ash-blonde woman. Lingling thinks she's escaped the matchmaking trap, only to agree to babysit Lookmhee's cousin... who turns out to be the very same woman she accidentally fought over flowers with. Maybe fate, and her best friends, know best after all? A/N: So, I began writing this story while in Thailand last week. It's my first trip out of the country (where I'm residing) and I was writing this because I was a bit disappointed when I couldn't see any LingOrm billboard ads during my first day (only saw one, the Ichitan one in Chiangmai and it was my last day) 🤧 So yeah, to make myself better, I wrote this out of nowhere but it's still unfinished...though I plan to continue writing this but no idea how this story will turn out. The story is typical but yeah I was needing distraction at that moment so I didn't really care. Anyway, I should prolly stop being a silent fan and meet other JKRs so I knew where to spot LingOrm ads the next time I'll travel back to Thailand HAHA.

Orm Kornnaphat, a dedicated young doctor, is drowning in debt, her struggling clinic on the verge of collapse. When the infamous mafia leader Lingling Kwong-who falls in love with Orm at first glance-offers to pay it all off, the deal seems like salvation. But Orm soon realizes she's not just repaying a debt-she belongs to Lingling now. As danger lurks in the shadows of the underworld, an undeniable spark ignites between them, blurring the lines between fear, loyalty, and an irresistible, forbidden love.

In the vibrant streets of Bangkok, two women enter into a dangerous agreement- no promises, no feelings, no strings attached. Lingling has always lived her life by the rules: perfect daughter, perfect image, untouched and untouchable. But when her curiosity pulls her into the orbit of Orm-a reckless, magnetic playgirl with a dangerous charm and something extra between her legs-her world tilts off balance. What begins as a simple arrangement-text me when you're horny-spirals into nights of lust too raw to ignore. Orm pushes Ling past every limit, worships and destroys her in equal measure, until Ling can no longer tell the difference between pain and pleasure, denial and desire. But behind Orm's smirk and filthy mouth, something darker brews: attachment. Possession. Maybe even love. And as Ling struggles against the truth of her own longing, she's forced to face the one thing scarier than Orm's hands on her body-Orm's hold on her heart. Filthy. Tender. Addictive. This is not a love story. This is the story of how lust turned into something neither of them could escape.