A smirk played on her lips as she leaned in closer to his face, the gap between their lips reduced to mere inches. With gentle fingers, she caressed his locks, her gaze locked onto his innocent eyes. His breath quickened, her mere presence driving him to the edge of madness. "Luck is on your side, as you're seeing this Queen in a bathrobe instead of facing a gun pointed at your forehead," she whispered, her tone commanding as she licked her lips, drawing even closer. "So, be a good pretty boy and speak the truth if you wish to live" Started: 24 April, 2022 Ended: 15 August, 2022 18+. Contains mature themes such as sexual content and very sensitive topics that may trigger some people. Please do not read if that makes you feel uncomfortable. This is a fan-fiction, purpose that all incidents and occasions in this are all imaginary and all are of my imagination. Any resemblance to substantial life events and species, living or dead, are all purely coincidence.

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.

𝗔 𝗠𝗮𝗳𝗶𝗮 𝗥𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗰 𝗳𝗳 || 𝗳𝘁. 𝗣𝗮𝗿𝗸 𝗝𝗶𝗺𝗶𝗻 " 𝗣𝗮𝗽𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗗𝗼𝗹𝗹. 𝗜𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗲𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗺𝗮𝗻'𝘀 𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗯𝘆 𝗽𝗮𝗽𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗶𝗻 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲, 𝗬𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝗺𝘆 𝗪𝗶𝗳𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗜'𝗺 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗛𝘂𝘀𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗱. 𝗜 𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗵 𝗼𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂. 𝗜'𝗹𝗹 𝗳𝘂𝗰𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂, 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘆𝗼𝘂. 𝗬𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝗠𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝗗𝗼𝗹𝗹. 𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗦𝗼𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱 " ~ 𝗣𝗮𝗿𝗸 𝗝𝗶𝗺𝗶𝗻 ᕕ(˵•̀෴•́˵)ᕗ " 𝗗𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵 𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗱𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗺𝗮𝗿𝗲, 𝗮𝗻𝘆𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲. 𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝗜'𝗺 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗪𝗶𝗳𝗲 𝗢𝗳 𝗗𝗘𝗔𝗧𝗛. 𝗜𝗻 𝘀𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗰𝗵 𝗼𝗳 𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝗽𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝘆 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲, 𝗜 𝗳𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗶𝗻 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗠𝗬 𝗗𝗘𝗔𝗧𝗛. " ~𝗩𝗮𝗹𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗮 𝗥𝘂𝗶𝘇 🖤ʕ　˵·ᴥ·ʔ 𝗠𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗮𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱. 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗮𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗸 𝗧𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝗼 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵. 𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗲𝘀 🖤🦋 #6 on wattpadprize14 ( 18/10) #13 on fanclub( 18/10) #1 on jimin ( 1/11) #3 on btsjimin ( 25/11)

[ COMPLETE] Workaholic man, never put his eyes on girls....finally found his missing part and fall in love with her the first time he meet her. What will happen if he finds out about her having lost son?? #1 in replace

Bad Boy x Bad Girl AU. Despite the so-called hatred we had between us, there was sheer desire and attraction in the way our bodies were entwined, legs entangled together. I couldn't stand her. She couldn't stand me. But we couldn't stay apart from each other. A C H I E V E M E N T S 2nd place in the Cerulean BTS Maknae Line Awards (21/12/21)

❝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.

"She's always been running from love, because daddy didn't give her enough." ©𝐉𝐈𝐊𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐄𝟏𝟕 No translations allowed. |*Contains mature and triggering content*| 18+

A Kim Namjoon Mafia AU "You're an animal, Namjoon." I yelled the moment he had flung me onto his bouncy bed. "Don't work that mouth in a way that I have to discipline you, princess." #9 in mafiaprincess #2 in btsnamjoon 🥈 2nd place winner in Smeraldo Awards 2021

Two rival families. An insufferably handsome billionaire and a beautiful, runaway bride. What could go wrong?

He loves to hear her cries It's music to his ears He loves to play games With punishments in the end He loves to play with the dolls But his favourite doll was "𝘠/𝘯" 𝘾𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙧 '𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧' Even though she tried to escape It was of no use He would find her back And that's when she understood 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙣𝙤 𝙜𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠. Inspired by @taegucci