𝗘𝗡𝗘𝗠𝗜𝗘𝗦 𝗧𝗢 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗦 𝗥𝗢𝗠𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘, ❝𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝙻𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚎𝚝, 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝙸 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚜, 𝚢𝚘𝚞.❞ 𝗞𝗜𝗠 𝗧𝗔𝗘𝗛𝗬𝗨𝗡𝗚; How can person be like infuriating yet appealing at the same time. She drives me insane. What I'm doing, I have to remind myself that I hate her guts or do I really hate her? 𝗠𝗜𝗡 𝗬/𝗡; I hate men. i feel horrible at slightest touch but what's wrong with me around him? His touch feels like sparkle in my darkness, I feel secured, protected in his presence when all he do is to act like total jerk and certified asshole he is. Is that what they meant by falling in love feels like? 𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗱𝗲𝗿. ｡｡｡｡｡ The story of the most famous Idol as well as the CEO of Kim industries who is nothing but player and arrogant ruthless male meets the cold and mysterious girl hiding the heartbreaking past under the mask of beautiful smile. ❝"Let me love you, the you, you were hiding all along." "all you will find is hollows and emptiness. I have nothing to love about." "gosh! You can't be that oblivious. Your existence is enough for me to love you, baby."❞ ｡｡｡｡｡ CONTENT -18+ smut -rape, abuse. -selfharming -angst -adorable and romantic scenes - truamatising past. [It's my first fanfic. English is not my 1st language, I wasn't fluent when I started writing this, understand if any grammatical error.] Start: 4 Apr 2023 End: 4 Sep 2023 #1 to kimtaehyung in 62.4k #1 to truma in 34.6k #1 to jhope in 68.7k #1 to kth in 8.28k #1 to tae in 16k #1 to taehyung in 179K #3 to taekook in 61.1k #1

WARNING: Includes smut, sexual scenes, sexual harassment, abuse, swearing Y/N is the an uprising K-Pop Idol in the world, reaching nominations in the BBMA's and The Grammy's. She's nervous, excited, and definitely not ready to meet BTS in real life... especially RM, her bias in the group. There's an instant spark, something neither of them expected. But between secret glances and the pressure of the spotlight, catching feelings gets complicated real fast. They both know falling for each other could risk everything-but what if it's already too late? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Highest Rankings on Wattpad: #1 on #kimnamjoon #1 on #btsrapmonster #1 on #btssuga #1 on #jin #1 on #kimseokjin #1 on #btsnamjoon

When you went to your grandma's house after resigning from your job and fell in love with the neighbour who is a secret agent. Blurb: "Unit 007, 12-3 Cheonho-ro 7-gil, Gwangjin-gu..." I blabbered out my address to a stranger. "Do you really just tell your address to anyone who helps you?" I heard him as he walked beside me before I shook my head, as a 'no'. "You are the first one," I announced, reaching the night pole before balancing the side of my arm on it along with my temple. I started at his chest, covered in a black t- shirt. "Why me?" He asked, and I glanced at his lips for a second before looking ahead of me. "Because you are a good boy." I heard his footsteps getting closer to me. "And so are you, Ms. 007." I chuckled at the nickname before asking, "How so?" I closed my eyes, tired and intoxicated. "I saw you helping the other girl from a creep back in the club." He declared. I opened my half-closed eyes, my head turning to him. "You noticed too much." I declared, making him chuckle as he shrugged his shoulders. "But I am not a good boy as you see me, Ms. 007." Trying to open my eyes, my gaze met him as his deep voice reached me. He was leaning toward my eye level, staring through me. I could feel the heat rushing through my cold cheeks; his lips were a few inches apart, aligning mine. Blinking at him while staring into his eyes, I gulped. But he didn't waver even a bit. "Are you trying to threaten me?" I asked, my voice stiff yet sore. "Guess." He muttered as I squinted my eyes, trying to read through his eyes that were playfully staring into me, but he was serious. "No, you are just warning me of the consequences of mistaking you for a good boy..." I muttered as the words came out dimly, but I watched his eyes turn amused the next second. I gazed down at his lips before looking back into his eyes, and noticed his eyes dipping onto my lips before meeting mine again. "Correct." He declared as I raised my brows, taking pride in myself.

"Well are you going to fight me or fuck me princess?" My chest heaved up and down at a fast pace as I struggled to catch my breath. My eyes naturally narrow at the cocky boy hovering over me, his face uncomfortably close. "As if you'd get the chance."

FORBIDDEN ROMANCE- AGE GAP "Spread your legs for me, baby" "Namjoon..." I breathed out, my voice barely above a whisper, my entire body tensing at his words. His grip on my waist tightened, his lips hovering over my ear as he groaned again, voice dripping with hunger. "You heard me, sweetheart... Spread your legs for me." I gasped, my fingers clenching onto his shirt as if to ground myself, but the way his deep, commanding voice sent shivers down my spine made it impossible to think straight.

Boxer tattoo artist × High schooler Co-worker ____________________________________________ A young girl works the night shift at a convenience store. She's busy restocking shelves when the automatic bell on the door chimes. A tall, imposing figure walks in. His intimidating appearance, complete with tattoos and piercings, is enough to have her heart racing. The man strolls up to the counter, his voice gruff as he said "pack this" Placing the XXL size of condom box on the counter The girl, unsure what is this, but still stutters out a response, "Sir your ID please" softly her nervousness obvious, The tall man sighs, ____________________________________________ "It's Jeon Jungkook little one" he coldly said while Staring at a little girl, his muscular body made her look even smaller, His Aura is scare her, heart start beating @Mochiii_ot7_

❝You mean, both of us can get benefit out of this thing?❞ "That's literally the reason people call it FWB," he sighs, tired with your innocent ramblings. "FWB?" You question, confused. Shrouding your smirk behind the tilt of your head, you continue acting oblivious. "Friends-with-benefits, you know that, don't you?" The lines on his forehead show how bothered he was by this. Everyone your age ought to know friends-with-benefits, right? "That's really a lot considering you don't even treat me as a proper friend. Can't it be called something more simple? I don't want to feel like I'm taking benefit of somebody. We can call it sex exchange? Or sexchange?" You smile proudly, coming up with it on the spot. He remains numb, staring dead ahead like always. The familiar expression of his coldness replaces his handsome features once again. So cold, a learned shudder passes down your spine. He's a snowman, he's an iceberg, always so fucking cold. Your insides prick when the expression replaces the rare mood of him wanting to talk. Talking with him is no different than talking to an inanimate object. "Fine, sexchange." "So, you agree? You'll dat- fake date me?" "I'll fuck you. That's it." *** ➼ mature content. ➼ smuts, angst, fluff, love, softness, jealousy and a cold jungkook who can fuck you harder than he hurts you.

"Feel me?" And suddenly the touch of his palms over my hips were too much. All I could see, hear, and feel was just him. Everything in the outside world got swallowed up into a vortex, my now focus only being Park Jimin. "Your worries, your happiness, anger," he listed off the emotions most humans go through as he curled his finger inward, hooking onto the soft fabric of my sweatpants. "...lust." He leaned closer, his face just mere inches away from mine, and I felt it again-that pull. That strange gravity between us that made the world shrink to just this bed, this room, this moment. "You think about my hands," he said quietly. Heat rushed to my face. "Stop." "And my mouth." "Jimin." His mouth curved faintly. "My lips missed you." 🖤 | Vampire! Jimin x Female! Reader | Warnings: smut, death, vampires, age gap (bc vampire, duh) , dark souls, dark romance (NONE noncon) 🥀

A sacrifice to the devil, Min Sohee, was just a young doctor who loved to help the ones in need. After her sudden death, she was led into the underworld and became the sixth wife of the devil, Jung Hoseok. He held her heart, listening to its beating as if it was music. She didn't have his heart in return. All she got were his cold responses and demands. In his eyes, she was one of his wedded wives. In her eyes, he was her everything. "...aғтer all, yoυ've вeen dancιng wιтн тнe devιl all along."

Her favorite market now hired a new cashier. Nobody noticed, but she did. [Jung Hoseok]