[COMPLETE] Her hands are under my shirt in seconds. She palms my breast through my bra and squeezes like she doesn't care if it leaves a mark. I cry out but the sound is muffled by her lips as her thumb flicks my nipple. "I hate you," I whisper. "Then hate me with your legs opened," she snarls, dragging my shirt over my head and tossing it somewhere behind her. Her teeth scrape down my throat, biting at the skin just below my jaw until I hiss. My back arches as her fingers undo the clasp of my bra and when it falls her mouth is latching onto my nipple, sucking it so fucking hard I nearly scream. I grab her hair and yank her head back but the look in her eyes only makes me wetter. "Shut up and fuck me," I snap. She grins. "You don't give the orders." ─────⊱𓆩♰𓆪⊰───── 𝐈𝐬𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐨 is the heir to an empire. 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐂𝐫𝐮𝐳 is a woman sworn to protect her. But the longer she keeps her alive, the more she wants to ruin her. ─────⊱𓆩♰𓆪⊰───── "In the shadows, we are all nothing but slaves to our darkest desires." - 𝐊. 𝐍𝐲𝐱 Best rankings ⤵️ 🥇#gayaf (01/08/25)

Noa never forgot Eli-the best friend she secretly loved in high school before she had to leave without warning. A decade later, Noa has become a renowned photographer, known for capturing people in ways they've never seen themselves. Eli, now one of the world's top models, is untouchable-effortlessly beautiful, endlessly photographed, and always just out of reach. When Noa is unexpectedly assigned to shoot Eli for a major campaign, she braces herself for the inevitable collision of past and present. But when Eli greets her with the same easy charm she had all those years ago-without the slightest hint of recognition-Noa makes a choice. She doesn't remind her. What starts as a professional partnership turns into something more complicated. As they travel from city to city, working in foreign studios and sunlit sets, Noa watches Eli through her lens, searching for traces of the girl she used to know. The way she tilts her head, the way she laughs, the way she bites her lip when she's thinking-it's all still there. And yet, Eli remains distant, unknowingly standing on the other side of a story she doesn't remember. Noa tells herself it's enough to be near her again, to exist in Eli's world, even if she can never say what she really feels. But emotions are harder to edit out than a photograph, and the more time they spend together, the more Eli begins to notice the way Noa looks at her. Somewhere between the shutter clicks and stolen moments, Eli remembers and starts to wonder: has Noa always seen her this way?

This feels so wrong, I can't help but think as I'm perched on the edge of her desk, my legs spread wide as my knuckles turn white from gripping the edge so tightly as she sucks and bites at my inner thighs as I whimper. Her hands hold my thighs far apart, biting harder whenever I try to snap my legs shut, ignoring my whimpers for her to stop. I know she's used to doing this but I'm not. Especially not in a place so public as her office. People are almost constantly coming and going from it. I know she locked the door when she pinned me against it earlier and began smashing her lips against mine, slipping her tongue in to play with mine but I'm still anxious that someone will disturb us. My fingers grip into her hair as I pull her face away from my inner thighs, her eyes playfully glancing up at me as she notices the tomato-coloured flush covering my face. "What's wrong, lovely?" She teasingly whispers, her hands continuing to play with my thick thighs. "Come on, tell daddy what's wrong." "I'm not really comfortable..." I utter making her arch a beautiful brow. "Oh, I'm sure when I'm fucking you that'll be the last of your worries," she chuckles, standing up so that she can lean over me as one of her hands slithers around my waist to support me as I lean away from her. Without any warning she rubs her large bulge against me making a muffled moan leave my lips. She kisses and sucks at my neck, definitely going to leave hickeys as I try to resist. "Just relax for me, love. I promise I'll be gentle."For some reason I don't believe her, especially as her fingers begin to roughly rub my sensitive bundle of nerves with a sly smile. "Just enjoy the feeling. I'll make sure to take care of you if you pass out." *** Haelyn doesn't recall anything before she woke up in the middle of nowhere, her body in pain and feeling...different. She has no clue as to what happened to her until she finally can look at her new reflection.

Two girls, best friends their whole life since birth. All they know is each other. But what happens when new feelings start to arise between them both? ... "Avery.. what are we?" I ask her quietly, my heart beating out of my chest as I look at her with heavy eyes. "You tell me." Avery whispers against my lips as she places her hand onto my cheek. "I can feel you Charlie." Avery whispers as she moves her hips slightly on my hardened member. "Fuck you." I grunt as I feel her move against me. "So tell me, what are we?" Avery asks as she bites down on her lip, her hips moving in a rhythmic motion underneath me.

"i thought we were best friends?" i say holding onto her waist trying to control myself from taking her right here and right now. "ive never wanted to have my best friend fuck me till i cant walk." she wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me hard. River Diaz a 17 y/o intersex girl thats been secretly in love with her best friend for 4 years, she loves art and photography and is trying to get into an art college. Jasmine Carter a 17 y/o girl that moved to rivers town 4 years ago and has always had a "girl crush" on river to scared to admit her true feelings, and dates men to cover up her love for her. will jasmine admit to herself how hopelessly in love she is with river or keep denying it? lowercase intended!

Medusa takes the job because it pays well and the requirements are simple. One house, two kids, one woman to answer to. Bianca is all three things she was warned about and none of the things she expected. Cold in a way that feels practiced, distant in a way that feels like a choice. She runs the house like she runs everything else, on her own terms, with no room for anything she didn't ask for. But what happens when the person who has never let herself be wanted becomes the only one you can't stop wanting? And what happens when the girl who was never supposed to matter starts feeling like the only thing that does? There's no good ending to those questions. There's only what happens next.

"Is this what you wanted? To be taken from behind on my desk like a slut?" She demanded, tightening her grip around my hair, pulling my head back. "Look at me, Eden." My eyes met hers, and I almost shivered as I was met with the undeniable lust behind them that replaced her anger mere seconds ago. "I just like pissing you off, I guess." I smiled innocently, alluding to her previous question. Her eyes darkened, before letting go of my hair and grabbing my throat instead. I felt her fingertips trail over over my soaked underwear, and a moment later she brought one of my hands to my core, instructing me to hold the lace fabric to the side, as she began to slowly circle my wetness, before dipping two fingers inside me without warning. My eyes rolled back, a moan escaping my lips as I whispered her name. "God, my name sounds like a sin on your lips." She purred over me, curling her fingers inside me, while thumbing my dripping core. - An innocent waitress, a flirt of a mafia boss, and a relentless string of...well, problems. A fun little story to read, very gay, with plenty of romance, as well as - dare I say - humor. 🏅RANKINGS🏅 #2 lesbian #7 wlw

ME AND NO ONE - A Contract of Control Jeon Jungkook is not a man you cross paths with. He is a storm in human form- one that leaves nothing standing once it chooses a target. As the ruthless CEO of Jeon Enterprises, he exists above law, morality, and mercy. Untouchable. Feared. Worshipped in whispers. His hands are scarred like battlegrounds, his skin etched with ink and violence...most notably a serpent coiled around a sword, a crown marking the nape of his neck. Every mark is a warning. Every scar tells a story no one survives long enough to repeat. They say he's insane. They say he's bipolar. They say even madness trembles in his shadow. Because Jungkook doesn't kill his enemies quickly. He lets them beg. Y/N enters his world the wrong way... with confidence she doesn't know is dangerous, with a sharp tongue that should have gotten her fired, with eyes that meet his when they should have looked away. An interview. A job. A fatal mistake. She is ordinary. Sassy. Unimportant. And that is exactly why he notices her. What begins as employment turns into surveillance. What feels like protection becomes possession. What resembles safety rots into obsession. Jungkook does not fall in love. He claims. A contract binds them...written not in ink, but in control, fear, and dependency. He becomes her captor and her shield, the monster she fears and the only man who can keep her alive. The world outside grows hostile, not because it wants her... but because he will destroy anyone who tries to take her away. She should run. She should hate him. But when danger comes, he stands in front of her-bloodied, smiling, unhinged. "If the world comes for you," he whispers, "I'll burn it first." There is no escape. There is no mercy. And once Jungkook decides you belong to him- there is no before. there is no after. There is only him. By hook or by crook... she becomes his. Forever.