"Are you offering me a ride?" she asks, amusement lingering in her voice as her high heels click on the hard asphalt ground until she is standing in front of me, supporting herself on one leg. I let my eyes slide down to her legs, biting my lips as they look long and well-shaped. I'm a sucker for nice legs. "If you accept, my bike won't be the only thing you will be riding today," I smirk and catch her grinning before she walks towards me and accepts the second helmet I have ready for her. But instead of her sitting on the back of my bike, she pushes me off the driver's seat with her hand and swings her right leg over it, now sitting at the handlebar. "Are you ready to ride or die with me?" Highest rankings: #1 in jk #1 in gangster #4 in btsscenarios #9 in btssmut #12 in jeongguk Warning: This book contains mature language, topics, and scenes - reader discretion is advised

"No private conversations in my company, Ms. Carlson," he says coldly, making me gasp silently at the accusation. "Concentrate on your work. I'm not paying you for nothing." I don't even have time to say anything in return as I have to watch his back while he walks away, not even giving me a chance to respond to his rudeness. Warning: This story contains mature language and themes - reader discretion is advised

Author: kpopfanfictrash Genre: Fuck Buddies / Enemies to Lovers Pairing: Jungkook / Reader Synopsis: Born with a silver spoon in your mouth, you've done your best to rid yourself of the taste since you were old enough to walk. Occasionally though, your mother manages to rope you into an obligatory function - or a blind date with playboy billionaire, Jeon Jungkook. Jungkook stands for everything you loathe about the world you left behind, but you can't deny the spark of attraction between you. Intrigued by the promise of mutual satisfaction, you agree to one night in bed... and quickly realize you're in far, far deeper than you ever intended. Rating: 18+ Warnings: semi-public nudity, slight voyeurism, dirty talk (mention of a threesome, mention of restraints), nipple play, fingering, spanking, oral (male), face-fucking, multiple orgasms, slight possessiveness Word Count: Each Chapter will be around 10,000 words. Total series will be upwards of 100,000 words. Status: Ongoing

"Hate me, hurt me, betray me. The more pain you make me feel, the more tempting you become." Taehyung Dark Royal a.u. MATURE & explicit sexual content 18+ Cover by me: @CallMeByYourName97

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"You bought me for a night, you don't own me." "Then why did you scream my name like I was yours?" Silk Sheets -a novel about a girl who sees herself only as worthy as the pleasure she can give someone else- NOT A Y/N STORY NOT A SHIPPING STORY NOT TO BE CREEPY TOWARDS BTS ITS FACE CLAIMS p.j.m. Sugar Daddy a.u. by @callmebyyourname97 The story is actually only 49 parts the rest is extra chapters, updates Cover by @TheChristianChimChim Highest rankings: #1 bangtan #7 fan fiction #11 Park Jimin

Kiara is an assassin. Born in the industry, she knows her work better than anyone else and she's the best that her clan has. Kiara has never failed a mission in her life and never plans to. But this mission is different than the others. More difficult - dangerous, even. Her newest task was to get rid of the Prime Minister of England's son, Niklaus St. Clair. At first it seemed easy to her seeing how she has killed many presidents and prime ministers, and many of their eldest sons, so why was this one so different? Besides his face of zero flaws, and his muscular body and rock-hard abs, and that oh-so-sexy accent she involuntarily fall for - oh, and the fact he has many dark secrets of his own. She calls him an arrogant brute. He calls her his feisty kitten. So what happens when their first encounter ends up with her trapped between a wall and his body instead?

"You're atheist," I remind him. "You don't believe in god." "I believe in you," He murmurs, letting the cigarette hang from his lips. "I believe in whatever you believe." He says, letting the confession roll off his tongue as if it were that simple. As if god, the devil, heaven, hell-as if none of it really had meaning to him. "That's not how it works," I mutter as we walk down a few more alleyways-the city of Manhattan coated in a light blanket of snow. Henry Vitiello had never had anything to pray for, that is, until he met me-the only thing that had ever opened his mind up to the possibility of religion "Isn't it?" He argues, taking the cigarette by his middle and pointer finger before blowing the smoke out. "I'II dip my hands in holy water if it means I could touch you." "You'd probably burn." 𓆩♡𓆪 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎, the reaper. He's a prick. An asshole. A pretentious son of a bitch. He's not perfect. He's not even decent. But he's hers. She could be a bottle labeled poison but he was an alcoholic, and he had drunk her empty. Now he was hungover. 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒, the healer. She's known to be the perfect good girl, with perfect grades and a perfect life with a perfect family. They didn't know that behind the gated doors of their billion dollar estate, she was strapped down to a chair every night and picked apart just to be put back together in time for supper. 𓆩♡𓆪 star-crossed; adjective (of a person or a plan) thwarted by bad luck. 'star-crossed lovers' and that, they were. So they fucked under those very stars that tried so desperately to break them apart. 𓆩♡𓆪 ‼️DISCLAIMER ‼️ BOOK REFERENCES TO MARA DYER, SHATTER ME, MIND FUCK, ETC ARE ALL INTENTIONAL SO DONT BE RUDE. AS FOR TRIGGER WARN

She moves into a new appartment. He's stuck. No one can see him. But she can. Jungkook/OC Rom-Com #64 in fanfiction 26/5/2020 #1 in romcom #2 in jeongguk #23 in btsfanfic #31 in bts 7/29/2020 #1 in ghost 25/6/2020