"Let it hurt until it cannot hurt anymore..." ©𝐉𝐈𝐊𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐄𝟏𝟕 No translations allowed. |*Contains mature and triggering content*| 18+

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? Wet 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. I will fuck you, only fuck you with everything I have 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. All Rights Reserved ©2026 ©nrhkrs #wattys2019

HIGHEST RANKING : #2 in fanfiction OMG ?? (May 08, 2018) ❤️????❤️????❤️???? His cute personality was all just an act for you to worry about him and to let you take care of him. He was very in love with you and wanted your full attention on him. The truth is his true self is a very mature, manly and sexy too.

"WHERE ARE YOU?!" The outrage in his voice frightened me. "I know you're in there, baby. Open the door." Silence. "OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR Y/N!!" A relationship becomes dirty once possessiveness takes place.

In which Jeon Jungkook agrees to marry Song Taehee(you) because of some reasons. She's happy. While he isn't. She does everything for him. While he does everything for another woman. ======================================= Was #3 in fanfiction. Thank you readers! ======================================= Note: Due to the countless requests made by the readers, I'm re-publishing this story again as an 'edited-version'. Those who have finished reading this story before, yes, I removed some of the contents. =======================================

❝Bad boys do it better.❞ 「 PJM x F!OC x KTH 」 © milfaari ㅡRankings achieved by Yeehaws✨🖤 #1 in humors #1 in one verse awards #2 in parkjiminff #2 in highschoolfanfiction #2 in context #9 in taehyungff #29 in firstbook! [Amongst 5.94k books oml]

"You do something to me I can't explain." ©𝐉𝐈𝐊𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐄𝟏𝟕 No translations allowed. |*Contains mature and triggering content*| 18+

At first he was completely against the idea of babysitting him, but little did he knew the longer you spend your time with him, the more he realised how much he needed you. "Now let me take care of you." He said, pulling you into his embrace. Start: 2018 End: ??

"Do you want to die?" The man's voice is barely controlled as he aims the baseball bat at your face. "Woah, woah, woah," Your eyes are wide as you step back, about to shit your pants. "Look, I didn't force him to come back, alright? If you want to kill someone, kill him." You point at Yoongi, who raises his eyebrows in disbelief. "What an amazing friend you are, Y/N," He says sarcastically as he raises his hands defensively. "Look, we can resolve this peacefully." "Actually, no, we can't," Taehyung frowns. "Not helping, Tae," Yoongi mutters. "Shit!" You yell as the bat swings towards your face. "No swearing!" Your best friend screeches as you feel the bat swinging towards your face - Nothing. You open your eyes slowly, cautiously, gaze moving to the man blocking the bat from hitting your face. "Miss me?" _______ He's back. He's free. And he's hotter than ever. Sequel to Sugar & Ocean Highest Ranking: #4