Siri's not a typical dancer. She pole dances and gives lap dances but she's not a stripper. She's just a dirty dancer. Her first night on the job, her eyes meet with Jungkook's and they both feel an instant connection. They both want and crave each other. BUT! There is one major problem standing in the way of them. Read to find out what that is... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ⚠️R18+⚠️Smut, swearing, slut shaming and mentions of miscarriage. JK x OC named Siri --ALSO on AO3 as backup! --You will need data/wifi to watch the dancing clips in some of the chapters. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Started 26th Sept 2022 Completed 8th Oct 2022. ❌ DO NOT COPY or take any part of my stories and claim it as your own somewhere else - that's PLAGIARISM & is ILLEGAL. If I find out someone has copied my work, I will take action to get them removed. ❌DO NOT use or translate ANY of my work please. Part of the cover photo/pictures in the chapters were found on google and don't belong to me. Any videos in the chapters also don't belong to me, credit goes to the rightful owners.

Mature themes and language. How far would you go for love? *** "Look at Asher." Her eyes opened. "He wants to watch baby. Tell him you want him to watch you cum." She looked shy. "Ash- He slapped her breast and she moaned and hissed. "Daddy, I want you to watch me." Andres's palms rubbed over her nipples. She breathed out, looking at his hands and then me. "Watch you do what?" She huffed as he licked her neck and then lightly choked her. "W-Wa-watch me...cum." *** Zara Raven, 23, had a loveless upbringing. Her parents left her, and the multitude of caregivers ignored her. Having to create a hard shell as a shelter for her softness, she stumbles into men who fulfill all her desires and needs. Watch as she discovers love that makes her feel whole, but leaves a trail of blood as it grows. 🏅 #1 in doms: 07/22/24 🏅#2 in bdsmrelationship: 07/25/2024 🏅#4 in eroticromance: 09/24 🏅#2 in eroticromance: 12/27/24 🏅#3 in possession: 12/31/24 🏅#1 in Submit: 02/19/25

"She loved him in silence. He used her in pain. And somewhere between the nights and bruises, they both forgot what love was supposed to feel like." Y/N was never the girl anyone noticed in school-quiet, average, invisible. Jeon Jungkook was everything she wasn't-smart, popular, magnetic. For six years, they sat in the same classroom... and never spoke once. She loved him from afar. Secretly. Deeply. Desperately. But life moved on. Until seven years later, at 2:13 AM, her phone lit up with a message. "Hey. Long time. Do you remember me? Now Jungkook is no longer the golden boy she once adored. He's broken. Cold. Distant. Haunted by trauma and drowning in escapism. She's a psychology student, learning how minds work-yet failing to fix her own. He needs comfort. She needs love. They find both in each other's arms-over and over again. But to him, she's an escape. To her, he's everything. He pushes her away. Begging her not to love him. Yet every night, he clings to her, whispering: "Don't ever leave me... you will never leave me, right? I'm sorry." And every time, she stays. Even when it breaks her. . . . Warning ⚠️ Mention of Sucide & depression. . . This story is pure fanfiction. No hate comments Please And some chapters might get on your nerves because the girl has no self-respect....but it will get better.

He's the city's most sought-after tattoo artist. Cold, quiet, untouchable. Until her. Lily has spent her whole life shrinking herself. Her soft voice, downcast eyes, and oversized hoodies that hide the parts she's been taught not to love. But when she discovers Jeon Jeongguk's artwork online -dark, breathtaking, brutally honest -something inside her stirs. For the first time, she wants to be seen. Jeongguk doesn't do softness. He doesn't do attachments. His tattoo studio is his sanctuary, and people know not to get too close. But when the shy, thick, beautiful girl with nervous hands and wired headphones walks into his life, everything shifts. He's calm, but protective. Distant, but drawn to her. And when he touches her skin for the first time, it's not just about ink, it's about everything he's never let himself want. This is a story about quiet love, the ache of being misunderstood, and the way someone can look at you like you're art, even when you're still learning how to love yourself.

When Jimin hits a crisis, he enlists the help of his older sister - you - and his best friend, Jungkook, to put the pieces back again. That proves to be difficult when 1) Jimin's a brat and a certified pain in the ass, and 2) Jungkook has grown and suddenly, you can't keep your eyes off him. - genre: slight angst, fluff, smut (18+) - jungkook x (f.) reader; brother's best friend au (ft. brother Jimin) - WARNINGS: foul language, feelings of insecurity, minor accident caused by inebriation, getting drunk, explicit sexual content (making out, oral m & f receiving, unprotected sex but be safe please!), JK has a hip tattoo and at some point has gray hair (18+) Note: This was a 2021 story that I revised in 2024!

The 80's were a time of choices. Which perm was right for you? What color neon would you wear next? None of these choices, however, were more questionable than a certain deal you made with Jeon Jungkook. **INSPIRED BY TO ALL THE BOYS I'VE LOVED BEFORE

I've known her all my life and yet we've never actually had a legit conversation. From what I know, she's smart and funny, not to mention kind and insanely gorgeous. The only problem is, She's my best friend's little sister...and she's off limits. OC STORY• {Started 062022} - {Completed publication -082422]

Just like those tattoos he made, he got under your skin *** Pairing: tattoistjk x reader Content: smut, angst, virgin reader, trauma, angst Do not copy or steal this work Finished English isn't my first language, so I apologize beforehand if there are any grammatical mistakes

|𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐃| ❝Don't go easy on me, princess. I'm here to kill your entire family after all.❞ ━━━━━━━༻𝓟･𝓑࿔━━━━━━━ 𝗚𝗔𝗡𝗚 𝗔𝗨 长 𝟮𝟬𝟬𝟮 How far would a detective go to put a sweet, but not so sweet, little angel behind bars without running the risk of falling hard for it? ˣ ˣ ˣ ⚠️ +𝟷𝟾 | 𝙼𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙴 𝙰𝚄𝙳𝙸𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴 𝙾𝙽𝙻𝚈 ⚠️

She walked in the university's backyard where she called him to meet her she clutched over the paper bag in her hand tightly. He was already there looking at her with cool gaze. "What happened? Why did you call me here?" he asked, his voice as blunt and cold as ever. She swallowed hard, forcing her feet to move closer as she held the bag out to him with both hands. "H-happy g-graduation... s-sunbae," she stammered, avoiding his gaze. His brows twitched, just slightly, and he reached out to take the bag. Pulling out the contents, he revealed a silver-colored watch-minimalistic yet elegant. It wasn't branded, wasn't flashy, but there was something about it-something simple and thoughtful. He stared at it for a moment longer than she expected. "It's... nice," he said flatly. His voice remained emotionless, but his fingers lingered on the watch as if it surprised him. Her shoulders slumped. She looked down, eyes dimming, convinced he didn't like it. Maybe it was too cheap. Maybe she was stupid to even try. But then, his voice dropped again-deeper this time, almost commanding. "Come here. I'll give you a return gift." Her head snapped up, eyes wide. "W-what?" "Come. Here." His eyes didn't waver, and though his tone was still unreadable, something flickered behind it. With hesitant steps, she moved closer, her heart pounding erratically. Before she could say a word, his arm slipped around her waist in one swift motion, firm and unrelenting. A gasp escaped her lips, but it was silenced just as quickly- He pulled her flush against him, and without warning, his lips crashed down on hers. It wasn't sweet. It wasn't gentle. It was possessive. Intense. Like he had been holding back and finally lost control. And in that fleeting, breath-stealing moment, Hwang Jane had no idea- That this kiss wasn't a thank you. It was the beginning of his obsession. and this was the starting of him being obsessed with a little girl who had a huge crush on him