"I want to touch the parts of you no one else has touched. I want to own the piece of you that has yet to be discovered. So stop resisting. Let go. Let it happen." ©𝐉𝐈𝐊𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐄𝟏𝟕 No translations allowed. |*Contains mature and triggering content*| - Story has been rewritten and changed in December 2024 - 18+

❝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.

❝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?

"Your eyes are like smoke: gray and full of heat." His own eyes dipped into yours, his arms only slightly loosening. "Hate to break it to you, Shakespeare, but smoke isn't full of heat, it's an effect of heat." You corrected, yet it was hard to take your bitter tone seriously after what had just happened. "That works too." Jungkook's crooked smirk switched to a small smile. "They always get darker and grayer when you're angry." "Like you would notice." "Like I wouldn't." . A story in which Y/N, a girl gifted with an ability that makes her know whether people are telling the truth or lying meets Jungkook, the only man she couldn't read. ALONE. ------------ "Includes adult content"

"I can't look at you," his voice trembled with a painful vulnerability, "And not remember the sweet betrayal, Y/N," "I am sorry for betraying you, Jungkook" "You hurt me, Y/N." "I am sorry for hurting you, Jungkook" she murmured. "You walked into this marriage with a lie, with a secret, Y/N," he groaned, his tone laced with a seething frustration. "I am sorry for keeping my secret and lies from you, Jungkook" she responded. "I am shattered, Y/N," he uttered, his voice straining against the weight of his despair, the words almost torn from his chest. "Tell me, what can I do to mend the damage?" "What makes it all the more ironic," he pressed on, "is that Jeon Jungkook, who hates betrayers and despises liars, finds himself entangled in a web of love for his perfidious wife. You, my darling, are the perfection of a beguiling beauty. So stunning in your deceit, yet so poisonous." Started: July 17, 2022 Ended: June 11, 2024 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.

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.

They met for the first time in a foreign country. They were both young and made a cute mistake and then back to being strangers again. But destiny made them meet again few years later. Would he remember her! #jungkook AU #BTS Highest rank #1 - jeonjungkook #1 - jungkook #3 - billionaire #1 - kpop #2 - fanfiction

"Your scent so addicting......same goes to your body" ******************** Pregnancy craving can turns something unattractive into the most desirable things. ******************** Y/N being forced to marry and being a surrogate mother for Jeon Jungkook, the man who doesn't believe in love and soulmate's idea. After gets pregnant for second times, Jungkook's turn to get pregnancy craving. He constantly crave for Y/N scent and body. Everyday Jungkook has to find a way to 'make love' without hurting his little one and induces Y/N morning sickness. Did this relationship end happily if it's based on lust?

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

He got you by being a Beast but keeps you by being a Gentleman... Own it! ✧⁠*⁠。 The world of married couple & their love/sourness/romance/arguments/fight/triangle moments.♡