ᴋ.ʙᴀᴋᴜɢᴏᴜ x ғᴇᴍ:ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ •°•°•°•°•°• "𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐥𝐚𝐰𝐬..." "...𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧." •°•°•°•°•°• DISCLAIMER: None of the characters belong to me except for the reader insert and any other oc that may appear. Character ownership rights are all destined to Kohei Horikoshi. •°•°•°•°•°• 🏅 5 in #college [29·12·2025] 🏅 2 in #bakugouxreader [31·12·2025] 🏅 5 in #katsukixreader [10·01·2025]

𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐍 up with for being "underwhelming" during sex, you turn to Gojo Satoru, the playboy of the school, to teach you how to be better in return for tutoring him. No feelings involved, obviously. 「 I'LL TEACH YOU. FUCK, I'LL TEACH YOU EVERYTHING 」 Or, obsessed Gojo 😛 COLLEGE AU SEXUAL CONTENT! 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝, STARRSATORU

𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 you had Gojo Satoru, the bratty, cheeky first year who had all the girls swooning over him, the boy who did whatever he wanted, wrapped around your finger. In other words, he was obsessed with you. 「 HE ONLY LISTENS TO HER; IT'S LIKE SHE HAS HIM ON A LEASH 」 Or, simp Gojo 🗣️ MODERN HIGH SCHOOL AU SEXUAL CONTENT! 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝, STARRSATORU

↳ ❝ you are just like a winter flower that tries to survive in the cruel and cold winter. you are making your favourite flower red spider lily honour ❞ ↳ ❝ you know the red spider lily flower stands for the place where two loving people break up forever ❞ ⸻ ⸻ ⸻ ⸻ » in which the cold but still kind behaviour of hwang si-yeon sets especially one heart on fire « ༄ started: 08.01.2023 finished: 19.03.2023

❝You're never going to be my wife. Never going to be anything close to my Michae. You're just a fucking babysitter for Seol. Don't forget that,❞ he growled, pinning her down with a slewing glare. "Get out of my room." She quivered softly, her doe eyes blinking. "B-But didn't we marry?" Her tiny hands tightened on her plushie. "Marriage doesn't mean dogshit to me." He started pushing her out of his room because there was no way he was letting this freak sleep in here. Crazy childish bitch. "Issok, I'll make Seol a big good girl like me, then you'll like me too, Jungkookie." She grinned, innocent to his hate, and pressed an adorable kiss on his cheeks. "Wanna play-" He harshly shoved her out before she could finish and slammed the room's door shut. Stumbling, her cute little figure fell on the ground and her tushie hurt. "Ow! So mean. Hmph, I don wanna play wichyu too!" She stomped up and went to the other room while clutching on to the plushie for moral support. ... Jeon Jungkook finds himself in the trickiest situation of his life when his family falls in love with a 22 year old woman, who has little space syndrome, and selects her as his second wife. All he can muster up is hate and disgust when he looks at her. No doubt she is amazing with his daughter Seol. That didn't mean she was getting a space in his heart or actually be his wife. She happens to be the sweetest, kindest and adorable death to him, and a beam of sunlight in his bleak dark life. Whatever he had touched had broken down, now she was gifting her joyful touch to it and bringing it back to life. Against his wishes, she was playing with the strings of his heart too easily, without a single clue of being so effortlessly beautiful inside-out. In this unknowing whirl of bringing things back to life, she might have also touched Jungkook's heart and it was coming back alive. For her. Was this the start of falling in love all over again? Why was his cold-heart starting to beat yet again?

❝You mean, both of us can get benefit out of this thing?❞ "That's literally the reason people call it FWB," he sighs, tired with your innocent ramblings. "FWB?" You question, confused. Shrouding your smirk behind the tilt of your head, you continue acting oblivious. "Friends-with-benefits, you know that, don't you?" The lines on his forehead show how bothered he was by this. Everyone your age ought to know friends-with-benefits, right? "That's really a lot considering you don't even treat me as a proper friend. Can't it be called something more simple? I don't want to feel like I'm taking benefit of somebody. We can call it sex exchange? Or sexchange?" You smile proudly, coming up with it on the spot. He remains numb, staring dead ahead like always. The familiar expression of his coldness replaces his handsome features once again. So cold, a learned shudder passes down your spine. He's a snowman, he's an iceberg, always so fucking cold. Your insides prick when the expression replaces the rare mood of him wanting to talk. Talking with him is no different than talking to an inanimate object. "Fine, sexchange." "So, you agree? You'll dat- fake date me?" "I'll fuck you. That's it." *** ➼ mature content. ➼ smuts, angst, fluff, love, softness, jealousy and a cold jungkook who can fuck you harder than he hurts you.

𝗔𝗿𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴. 𝗛𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝘁. 𝗛𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴. ❤︎︎ You gasp when you see a woman lying completely naked on a royal red couch. She looked like a goddess sprawled amidst soft fabrics. Showing off the gorgeous beauty which was her body. Her stunningly long legs rubbing against each other, her waist caving in, full breasts creating a lewd display with her nipples looking perky and hard, her neck--a chic elegance--and her long curls resting on her shoulders. Her face showing a bold fierceness, yet a plush rosy blush. The painting was intrepid and lucidly sensual. At the same time, portraying her as an enigma that is craved for. That is wanted. That is lusted over. The face was so defined, meticulously drawn and painted. For a second, you wished it wasn't so. Cause the woman, painted on the ginormous canvas, was 𝙮𝙤𝙪. You turn around. To find 𝙝𝙞𝙢 looking at you with the same boldness. The same desire he drew you with. Like he wanted you naked for him, and he would take you with everything he could give you. ●●● ➼ This book has some of my best writing, the style is very dynamic and artistic. I write very graphically and try to make the reader experience every moment of falling in love. Him as your dripping-hot, young art teacher. Age gap: 9 years.

"That dress-" he says, eyes raking down your body. "-is 𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘯 fucking distracting." ~~~~~ romcom + action a jeon jungkook fanfiction for his hoes [highest ranking: #1 in jungkook] [highest ranking: #1 in red} [highest ranking: #1 in romcom} started: april 2020 finished: march 2024 © bubbletaeu 2020

'All these books. All these men. All these fantasies... you must have wanted to try it out at least once.' His lips brushed lower, now whispering into my ear. 'I'm happy to help you recreate some of them.' A man playing out your favorite books out for you? Sounds like perfection, doesn't it? The catch? He's a complete opposite of your preferences in a man, but just to make it worse, he's your brother's best friend.

21+ [Slow updates] He is a youngest business typhoon, a billionaire. One of the Supreme powers of the country. No one dares to say no to him. A man loved by many but got by none. At first meet, she accidentally spilled wine on him. "Uh..I-I am sorry..", she mumbled, staring at him. And a devilish grin forms on his lips, the kind of grin which made her nervous. "I want to have her", was the only thought that played in his mind as he stared at her. From just a play thing, she soon became the prisoner of his love, his passion, his addiction....his obsession. _________________________________________ Warning : This is a dark romance novel which will have many mature scenes. This can be disturbing for many readers out there who are sensitive regarding such topics like self harm, abuse, violence and other sensitive topic. P.s : I am not promoting toxicity. Hope readers are mature enough to understand that this is based on pure imagination and has nothing to do with any idol in real life.