[ 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟒 ] Published: June 2022 Completed: July 2022

"What do you want?" he whispered as he then trailed hot kisses down your neck, across your jawline while pulling your body closer and breathing heavily once again he couldn't find the urge. "Tell me........tell me so............... I can give it to you." With no energy left, you let out a shaky moan, body falling into his addicted touch completely compelled by his touch, "You.........I WANT YOU......" _____________ KIM Y/N BELONGED TO JEON JUNGKOOK. He loves her. Of course, he does. His love for her was intimate, slow, internal, MAD. He would stoop high and low for her, die for her, give her anything she asked for it desired but he only asked for one thing from her. He wanted her love......... It's funny how a simple I love you can mean two things. But for him, it only meant one...... #1 in ff #1 in jk #1 in confused love #1 in mad love #1 in jiminie #1 in obsessed #1 in jeonjungkook #1 in btsfanfic

🔞 A love so 𝘁𝘄𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗱...it justifies 𝘀𝗶𝗻. ❝𝘐 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭, 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘐 𝘨𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘢 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝘮𝘺 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘨𝘦𝘵. ❞ Highest Rankings: ♛ #1 fanfiction ♛ #1 matureaudience ♛ #1 jeonjungkook Copyright © 2022 Marie-Clarie

"I don't get it. Why are you not in love with me? I'm rich, romantic and charming so what is it that is stopping you for loving me? Is it because of that friend of yours? I am better than him. Why can't you see that? You can have a better life if you're with me. You will be treated as a Queen...My Queen" the prince said to himself as he watches his crush sleeping peacefully on his shoulder. "One day you will see me as a man and not some child. One day you will come up to me and tell me how much you love me. After all, you are meant to love me forever. And when that day comes, you will see me get down in one knee and ask you to be my Queen. You will say yes and hug me tightly. You will devote yourself to only me" he fixes her hair. "ᴍʏ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛ ᴀᴘᴘʟᴇ" yandere jungkook x reader ft park jimin

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 with Jeon Jungkook. Him as your dripping-hot, young art teacher. Age gap: 9 years. (First few chaps have fetus writing.)

I zipped up my dress as Jungkook was buttoning up his shirt. After we were done he came up behind me wrapping his arms around my waist. "You were amazing like always" he whispered into my ear. I let out a hum while staring at the picture of him and his wife "happily together" If only she knew what we were doing behind her back...

"Jungkook stop. I'll scream". She backed away as tears welled up in her eyes. "I wasted years of my life behind bars with rape charges, that you and I both know are false. Nothing occurred between us in the first place. You framed me so good even my parents couldn't do anything but cry for my safety. For what? My wealth, my inheritance?" Her face drained colors at the remembrance of that night when she alleged me of such a crime. "I hate you Jungkook!" "I'll give you a reason to hate me more babe".

"A hickeys.......again" You said while staring at yourself through the mirror. You're scared, terrified and it's killing you "Who are you?" Asking the woman in front of you. It's you, it's your reflection that you're talking to. For two years straight a psychopath a visiting you every single night and leave a hickey on your neck as a mark meaning you belong to him without knowing he's actually your stepbrother. "You look good underneath my body looking so helpless while I'm fucking you hard" he said while thrusting deep inside you while you couldn't do anything but to cry silently and wished for it to end..... But it never did cause he will never get tired of you. You're his unhealthy drugs that keeps him addicted with no cure but yourself.

"A hidden connection is stronger than an obvious one." ©𝐉𝐈𝐊𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐄𝟏𝟕 No translations allowed. |*Contains some mature and triggering content*| 18+

He grabbed her arm furiously resulting her to bump into his chest. She immediately backed away noticing the distance between them. He slowly came closer to her face. A shiver ran down her spine when he slowly grabbed her jaw and made her look at him. "Beautiful....." He whispered still studying her face. Status: ongoing