Jaeyi doesn't do emotions. She leads with silence, works without rest, and keeps everyone at a distance. She's the CEO, disciplined, unshakable, and entirely alone. Then Seulgi walks in, young, curious, and unexpectedly bold, assigned as an intern under her wing. What begins as cold professionalism slowly shifts. A glance held too long. A silence that lingers. And beneath it all, something sharp. Something neither of them dares to name. This isn't love. Not yet. But it's a slow-burning pull, dangerously quiet and impossible to ignore. And once the line is crossed... there's no going back.

Its all a dance of heat and heart ❤️🔥 Becky fell into situation that made her work as a stripper. freen,who was her first customer... Who needed to keep becky to herself... Who was waiting for becky for years after their first meeting in childhood... Not wanting to let others use becky...to have her close...freen gave a offer to becky.. Asking her to be her personal pleasure maker and to pay all what becky need. Without any other path becky agreed to this and be freens personal pleasure maker. But after freens pure unyielding love becky falls too.. They having a falls and ups in their love story.. As times goes by both souls bond in together...❤️🌷 (*not insulted to the real characters. fully imagination storys*) ⚠️️🔞mature content read at your risk. enjoy 🥵🔥

The night Seoul bled, the war should have ended. For years, the Chung and Lee families had been locked in a brutal feud-rival syndicates clawing for control over the city's underworld. Deals were burned, alliances shattered, and bodies piled up in the alleys like discarded playing cards. Neither side dared to back down, each blow met with another, a cycle of violence passed down through generations. But war had a price. When the youngest heir of the Lee family was gunned down in a drive-by-an act neither side could take responsibility for-something shifted. Retaliation would mean total annihilation, a war that neither family could afford. The city was changing. The world was watching. And so, on a quiet evening in the heart of Gangnam, the two families gathered behind closed doors. Guns were holstered, knives set aside, and in their place, a contract was signed. A deal that would bind bloodlines together instead of spilling them apart. An agreement forged not in trust, but in necessity. A marriage. To the outside world, it would be the union of two elite families-an extravagant affair for the socialites and tabloids to feast on. But beneath the glitz and glamour, it was nothing more than a business transaction, a carefully constructed lie designed to keep the peace. The heirs had no choice. Chung Subin, the quiet storm, with eyes too sharp and a heart too cold. Lee Hyeri, the devil in silk, with a smile that hid a thousand knives. They would play their roles. They would pretend. But some wars don't end with treaties. They smolder, waiting for the right moment to reignite. And when love and hate exist in the same breath, the battlefield only grows deadlier. -

Seulgi was breathless, her chest rising and falling in rapid bursts. Her thoughts were messy, confused, and desperate to make sense of something that couldn't be. But her body didn't care about sense. "I hate you," she whispered. It was the only thing that made it to her lips, the only defense she had left. But even that felt empty, dissolving the second Jaeyi kissed her again rougher, needier, like she already knew she'd won. "Unnie... Yeri and Kyung are right there," Seulgi panted, voice trembling. "Then be quiet," Jaeyi murmured against her ear. "Or maybe don't." Seulgi whimpered, her fingers curling into Jaeyi's coat, dragging her closer when she should've pushed away. Her mind screamed wrong, but her body had already betrayed her, melting into Jaeyi's touch, her warmth, her scent. Jaeyi's hands slid down her back, pulling her into the heat of her body, and Seulgi shivered at the intensity of it-of her, of them. The want that unfolded through her was terrifying, it was consuming. She stopped fighting. She didn't want to fight anymore. That moment marked the beginning of something neither of them could take back. A forbidden thing, whispered between locked doors and lingering stares, a secret cousins don't share. But they did. And now, every glance burned, every brush of fingers carried weight. Guilt tangled with longing. Shame with desire. They told themselves they could stop. That they would stop. But love like this doesn't stop quietly. And sooner or later, someone's going to find out. Will they choose each other in the end? Or will everything come crashing down? ______ Warning: This story is a work of fiction. It contains themes of forbidden romance and sexual content, which may be sensitive for some readers. If you feel uncomfortable with these themes, please do not continue reading. Always prioritize your well-being and personal boundaries. Thank you for understanding.

Becky has a secret crush on the Queen. So when she contests for the role of the Queen's sex partner, she's actually taking a big leap of faith. Does Becky get to live the fantasy she always dreamed of? Does Queen Freen want her enough to make her stay? Will the two of them survive the most apparent differences in their lives and their backgrounds? Is sex enough to make Becky stay? If G!P is not your thing don't read. (This is not my story I read a freenbeck version awhile back and can't find it anymore and really enjoyed it so that's why I'm rewriting it as freenbeck) Got this story from clexafantasy

𝘏𝘦𝘺 𝘨𝘶𝘺𝘴!! . . 𝘉𝘌𝘊𝘒𝘠 𝘛𝘖𝘗!!! . . 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧o𝘳 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘦. 𝘚𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘬.

High powered CEO Rebecca Armstrong is a force to be reckoned with in the boardroom, and has the respect of many in the corporate world. She has a close kept secret that she is very submissive in the bedroom though, and wants for a sexy "daddy" to control her right. The only person she is attracted to is her gentle, sweet non agressive employee Freen Chankimha. No matter, she can certainly teach Freen how to be the daddy she needs. Freenbeck, futa, daddy kink. ×× converted Original story by ©MoonlitPrincess