"Don't force me to do something which shouldn't be done in this situation." He said. You made fist of your free hand and bring a punch towards his face but he dodged your punch. Shit. He grabbed your hands harshly and pinned you on the wall. "You think you can challenge me?" His eyes dropped on your lips and again back to your eyes. "You will never win. I won't let you win." With that he put his lips on yours and starts sucking your lips. You wanted to push him but your body was not allowing it and your lips reciprocated his kiss. My first fanfic. Trope: Enemies to Lovers fic. Mature scenes are also there, I advice you to not read if you are a minor. Do not copy or repost. © All Rights reserved STARTED: 18 May 2023 ENDED: 30 October 2023

He is the spitting image of an Angel but the blood in his veins is that of the Devil's. Date started: April 12, 2020 Date ended: May 24, 2020

Get some holy water cause you will need it. Jeon jungkook as a virgin priest. /. a jeon jungkook fanfiction.

"I'm just 2 % straight y/n, but I can love you more than a hundred percent straight man" ~mature content ~please read only if you are an open minded reader ~ there will be a bit of violence (ง'̀-'́)ง ~cover @jeon_nargish(26/11/19) ~cover @seoulogist (16/12/19) ~cover by anonymous (16/1/19) ~cover by @anislein (26/1/20) ~cover by @arcqtc3 (2/2/20) ~cover by @bangtanislovely (8/2/20) ~cover by @caramel_macchiate ~cover by @ughcanwefuck (28/2/20) ~cover by @gimme_my_jams (6/3/20) ~cover by @Tis_chimchim (16/3/20) ~cover by @aimyzz (4/4/20) ~cover by @acupoftaewithakook81 (13/6/20) ~cover by @the_fuckin_duck (19/10/20) ~cover by @madxmin ~cover by @celestae226 (15/12/20) ~cover by @dairybangtan (6/2/21) ~cover by @goldenhearteu ~cover by @AnnonymousJ

"I think you've got the wrong room." You say through gritted teeth. "Me? No way." ----- Started: Thursday, 23 August 2018 Ended: Unknown...

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.

Walking away felt like its own kind of pain, and hope had long since lost its meaning. In the chill of the evening, every step weighed on me-bones aching, skin stinging, as if each movement tore something loose inside. My tears burned against the cold wind, searing rather than soothing. "Please," I whispered, the word slipping out like a fragile, fading prayer. "Do you want me to touch you like this, Daisy?" Each step drags, my feet heavy against the ground, every footprint feeling like I'm leaving a piece of myself behind-like my soul is slipping away with each one. My senses dull, my energy drains, until all that's left is a hollow, aching emptiness. But hasn't it been this way for the past three years without him? "Have anyone made you feel like this?" I don't know if I'll survive this time-but I'm still asking for one more chance. "Just one... and I'll make everything right." But why do I have to beg for it? Why am I the only one fighting? Why is it always on me to fix what's broken? "Do me Jungkook, p-please." Love-so simple, yet impossibly complicated. No matter what he's done, no matter the hurt or the distance, I'm still in love with him. And I want to fight for us one last time. I need to see how it ends, even if it breaks me. Just one final try. "With all the pleasure, Daisy." There's no point in hoping, is there? He isn't here. He isn't coming. So, there's no chance at a happy ending for me now... is there? The sun sinks lower, shadows stretching as night draws near. With a heavy heart, I force my feet forward, each step pulling me farther from the possibility of him-of us. I knew this from the start. I should have known better, should never have let myself fall for someone like Jungkook, someone who doesn't believe in love. NOTE: This book was completed in 2020 and is being rewritten this year. All Rights Reserved ©2026 ©narahkris #wattys2019

Every night he dreamed about fucking her. But was he able to do so in reality? Bringing you a series of two high schoolers from rich families and their youth of passion and fun.