"𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚐: 𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚍 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝s. 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝙹𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚔𝚘𝚘𝚔, 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚎." ➤ wordcount: 250k words. completed. 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: thriller, angst, drama, smut, fb. • jjk x female!reader • enemies to lovers • slow burn • d͟i͟s͟c͟l͟a͟i͟m͟e͟r͟: please be reminded that members are purely used with visual purposes. this is a work of fiction merely written for entertainment purposes. be advised there's strong language, mental health concerns, violence, drug/alcohol use, kinks and 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙞𝙩 𝙨𝙚𝙭. 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: fuck buddies, ust, rst, trauma, grief, angst, enemies-to-lovers, gang dynamics, organized crime and strategies, psychological depth, suspense, thriller, smut, #1 gangau #22 jkff #44 jungkooksmut #40 explicit #1 jeongguk #1 btssmut cover by @shadowkoo (@eerieedits) on tumblr

Yn, a black-spotted rabbit rejected by her family, is tricked into believing she is the mate of Taehyung, the fearsome snake king, who initially plans to eat her but falls madly in love with her innocence. Taehyung: "You may be a foolish little rabbit, but you've bewitched this heartless snake."

Her life had always been filled with misfortune. But now, trapped with a man obsessed with sex and desire, she wasn't sure if this was a curse-or something else. Kim Taehyung, the cold-hearted CEO, leaned in close. "Scream my name, babygirl," he whispered. "Make me forget everything. Remind me you're whore."

Of which the leader of a powerful gang doesn't know how to catch and sway a girl's heart, instead, he uses the only way he knows to get things. He kidnaps her, forces her to marry him, under the condition that if she doesn't, he will murder her best friend, her secret admirer. Just because he's bad at love, doesn't mean that his love for her is not genuine and real. He'd do anything for her. Anything. "Wh-who are you?!" I yelled at the man with heeled leather shoes, not knowing where this sudden burst of courage came from. Looking at me intently, the man walked over to me. Click. Clack. Those Louis Vuitton shoes pattered over. "I'm Kim Taehyung," he replied, grinning while tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. He then started stroking my head, untangling the knots in my hair and smoothing it out. "You really are beautiful, princess." I jerked my head away from his hand but his other hand closed around my throat. "Don't. Move," he growled, voice going a whole octave lower, "Or I might just change my decision and kill you all." Updates every Sunday and Monday! Started: 04/26/20 Finished: 08/18/20

"What are you doing Mr. Kim?" She said while trying to get out of my grip but I tightened my arms around her. "Call me Taehyung, and we are dancing," I said while smirking. I pulled her close if it was possible. "Taehyung stop I don't wanna dance with you." She said still struggling. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - "Did you just smell me?" Y/N asked bewildered "So what? you smell amazing." I said then I planted a kiss on her neck. "Wha-what are y-you doing stop it." Y/N stuttered and tried to push me. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Book cover by: @soosvr

"She wasn't loved . She was claimed." He didn't ask for love - he demanded submission. To the world, he was power incarnate. To her, he was the man who took everything... and still wanted more. To him, She wasn't his lover. She wasn't his wife. She was his possession. Trapped in a gilded nightmare, Bound by a name she didn't choose, She learns the cruel truth - In a world ruled by power, love is the weakest defense. In His Grip Obsession. Control. No escape. ⚠️Story contains dark content such as (manipulation, dominance, sadist behavior, control, explicit scenes ) , which might not be suitable for sensitive readers.

The legacy of the Kim Yakuza continues through Kim Hyunwoo, the 18-year-old heir and eldest son of Kim Taehyung and Kang Y/N. Calm, disciplined, and raised to lead, Hyunwoo is already respected within the clan and feared by enemies. But as he balances his final year in school and kendo training, his path takes a personal turn. Until fate throws him into an arranged engagement he didn't ask for. His bride-to-be? Aiko Hikari, the youngest daughter of Kyoto's feared yet elite Hikari Yakuza clan - and someone who couldn't be more different from him. Seventeen, bubbly, cheerful, and radiating sunshine like a walking cherry blossom, Aiko is the embodiment of softness, femininity, and charm - with a playful sass that both irritates and intrigues Hyunwoo. Behind her innocent laughter lies a sharp mind, a wild heart, and a girl who's never had a real choice in her life - just like Hyunwoo. As sparks of tension grow between them during their forced proximity, loyalty to family is tested by the desires of the heart. Hyunwoo. What begins as cold, dutiful meetings at formal gatherings slowly ignites into something more: tension, defiance, chemistry. When they're left alone, sparks fly - and neither of them can tell whether it's hate, desire, or something dangerously close to love.

Kang Y/N never imagined her life would be sold off like a business deal. When her powerful family arranges her marriage to a man she's never met, she's forced to say yes to a name-Kim Taehyung-a complete stranger with a reputation that whispers through the underworld like a threat. She expects an old, ruthless man. What she gets is a dangerously handsome, cold-blooded Yakuza who has no room for weakness... but makes an exception for her. Thrown into a world of guns, luxury, secrets, and blood-soaked loyalty, Y/N struggles to understand the mysterious man she now calls husband. But the more she resists him, the more Taehyung is drawn to her fire. He may own the city... But she might just own his heart. In a marriage built on power, trust is lethal. And love? Even deadlier. #2 taehyungff (5/7) #1 taehyungff (7/7) #1 taehyung (8/7) #8 fanfic (9/7) #2 btsff (11/7)

"You're my mate," he said. She stopped walking, and he looked at her. Her back was to him, but she'd tensed up. "What?" she asked, turning toward him. He loved her eyes, sharp, brown, warm. "You're my mate, Y/N, which means that little cherry you're saving is all mine." He didn't mean to be crude; it just came to him naturally.