────── જ⁀➴ ♡ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 kangjeon noa, spends the summer pretending not to fall for her best friend's younger brother. ────── જ⁀➴ ♡ nishimura riki x fem! oc best friend's brother / secret romance.

You're the flirt of campus - confident, clever, and more than a little dangerous with your smile. Sunghoon is the quiet, painfully gorgeous top student who fumbles through every social cue. When you jokingly offer to teach him how to flirt, he agrees. But the lessons stop feeling fake. And the boy who once couldn't meet your eyes starts making you forget how to speak. flirt fem!reader x quiet-but-lowkey-has rizz!park sunghoon | fake lessons to lovers | slow-burn tension turned role reversal | teasing meets tenderness | eventual smut

𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 - they've been enemies since high school, but fate has collided their worlds again. She's a top model: ambitious, untouchable, ruthless. He's an F1 star: unbeatable on the track, but haunted by panic attacks and past mistakes. One month. One deal. He'll be her fake boyfriend to protect her image. She'll help him survive the panic that has ruled his life. A dangerous attraction ignites-one that could destroy their carefully built careers, their reputations, and everything they've fought for. ✦ "𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒌 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚?"she hissed, throwing her hands up."𝑾𝒉𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌 𝒅𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆?" His jaw tightened, eyes dark and unreadable. Then, almost violently, he closed the space between them. "𝑩𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝑰 𝒅𝒐! 𝑰 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒐! 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒊𝒕! 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒌𝒆, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑰 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑰 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔. 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝑰 𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑰 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆." Her chest heaved. Rage, desire, and something darker twisted inside her. She should have pushed him away. She should have left. But she didn't. He leaned dangerously close, voice low and fierce. "𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆, 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒚𝒔 𝒖𝒔..

𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘧 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨, 𝘪𝘧 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘪 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦, 𝘪 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵, 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶? a girl who told herself that the massive crush she had on her brothers best friend vanished, finds herself in a love crises after she's reunited with him and all the feelings come rushing back. 𝗲𝘅𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲. . . brothers best friend, forbidden love trope. STARTED? 14/02/24 COMPLETED? 06/04/24  -saebyeok 2025

They were childhood best friends-until Ni-ki suddenly shut out Hari without a word. Four years later, on the brink of graduation, Hari still doesn't know why he left her behind. But when fate pulls them both into the same college, she comes face-to-face with him again-colder than ever, yet impossible to ignore. Because sometimes the past doesn't stay buried...and neither do the feelings that come with it.

Nathan Ellis is 21 years old. He works night shifts at the same Garage he's been at for 3 years. He rides a motorbike, Drinks beer and has a hard time not acting on impulse. Hes been Dating Elizabeth for the past 7 months, though, the feelings she was supposed to give him, he just didn't Get. Bentley Maddon is 19 years old. Elizabeth's brother and a true artist behind the keys of a piano. He has a sever need for order, cleanliness and control. Something changed that night, the night Nathan heard Bentleys music, a subtle, yet intense, connection started to form, will the boys follow there impulses and see where things lead, or will they maintain their carefully curated control and keep their distance? Only time will tell. DISCLAIMER: This book contains mature themes. Language/ Sex/ Violence/ Homophobia. Word count: 67,222.

"I'm going to fuck you until you're trembling beneath me Isa, until the only thing you can say is my name." Isa shifted, grinding against my slick, leaking cock, feeling her pulse under my hand, every twitch driving me crazier. My own cock was hard, straining, every nerve on fire. The guilt, sharp and insistent, clawed at my chest. I shouldn't be doing this. It was wrong. I shouldn't want it. But wanting it, needing it, made everything hotter, sharper, more unbearable. Every forbidden touch, every gasp, every press of our bodies together was sin incarnate, and it made me ache to keep going. "Miss Cross, please." She begged, voice trembling. "I need you inside me." "You're mine." I whispered as I slipped the tip in, fingers stroking her fucking perfect breasts, teasing, letting her feel the full weight of my dominance. - At Saint Therésè Academy for Girls, Miss Evelyn Cross is untouchable. Black button ups. Steel eyes. A voice that could slice through glass. She's the guidance counselor girls fear, the faculty respects, and no one dares cross. Rumors follow her like perfume of a ruined past, a war behind her eyes, and a heart made of rusted steel. Then Isadora 'Isa' Mercer walks in. Eighteen. Reckless. Dripping with sin and sunshine. Her skirt's too short. Her tongue's too sharp. And her eyes say she came here to ruin something. Evelyn tells herself she can handle it; the late night counseling sessions. The giggles behind closed doors. The lipstick stains that start showing up on her skin. But Isa doesn't want help. She wants control. And she's not afraid to beg for it. Now they're breaking rules, breaking each other, and baptizing themselves in every filthy secret they swore they'd never touch. Guilt becomes foreplay. Power becomes pleasure. And every whispered "Miss" turns into a moan she can't ignore. She was supposed to guide her. She ended up taking her apart, one touch at a time.

When 𝐌𝐢𝐚 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡 has to move back to Cedarsville, the perfect, glittering village of her childhood, she expects to pick up right where she left off: rich, admired, untouchable. But Cedarsville remembers, and so does 𝐀𝐮𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐲 𝐖𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐤. Once, they were inseparable: two girls building worlds in a treehouse, dreaming about forever. Until Aubrey kissed her, and Mia called it gross, and everything broke. Mia's family whisked her away to England. Aubrey stayed behind to become the outcast everyone whispered about. Now, six years later, Mia's back. Aubrey's still the same: clever, sharp, a little desperate to be seen, and Mia's still pretending she feels nothing at all. It's not a love story. It's obsession, humiliation, revenge, and the kind of attention that burns more than it heals. They destroy each other slowly, intimately.
Because somewhere deep down, they both think it's what they deserve.