❝how does it feel like to be adopted by a millionaire with 7 kids?❞ warning! contain: - curse words. - torture. - harming. read on your own risk! very cringy ok thats it 2016 © -existea | UNEDITED.

TaeTen one shots for your TxT hungry soul

Seonghwa is one of the most popular boys in the school. He's best friends with your older brother Kim Hongjoong. You are the innocent girl, good grades, obeys the rules, and never partied. Never understood what fun was. Fun to you was studying and reading. • • Boys in the story are all the same age. They are two years older than you. • • Started:12-15-19 Ended: 05-01-20 #1 in ateezau 06/28/20 #1 in 8makes1team 04/12/20 -- If you want to translate this story please ask before doing, Thank You!

"I'd rather have you for dinner." -Kim Taehyung BTS Kim Taehyung X Reader This story contains: •Strong Language •Mature content •Angst This is the first fiction I ever wrote, so its extremely rushed, and my writing skills were terrible when I first started writing. So, read at your own risk unless you like cringing. ©LonelyPotato921

Two leaders, Two Mafias, Two boys fighting for One girl.... Y/n. What will the end result be for Taehyung, Jungkook and y/n? *course language* *assault* Started: 24/8/18 Completed: -

"Shh.. she is sleeping right above us... try not to be too loud... " He whispered in my ear as a huge smirk took over his smile.

"A hidden connection is stronger than an obvious one." ©𝐉𝐈𝐊𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐄𝟏𝟕 No translations allowed. |*Contains some mature and triggering content*| 18+

He swiped my sweat-soaked hair off my neck, resting his lips against my ear. His fiery breaths blew across my earlobe. My body shuddered once again, craving more of him. "You're not the first woman to think she could seduce me into bed because of who I am, what I write. And you won't be the last." He gave a small chuckle, pulling down my dress, so it covered me. "But," he said in a low growl, "so far...... you're my favorite." Breaths poured from my lips at those words. My heart fluttered inside my pounding chest. His favorite, my brain stuck to his words like glue. Clinging to the small hope we'd continue this somewhere else, more than once. We stayed in that position for a moment before his body heat disappeared from my back. He lit a cigarette in front of me, the flash of the lighter illuminating his flushed, sweat-soaked face. I leaned against the brick wall, finding comfort in the coolness against my heated skin. His eyes met mine again. I didn't think I could move from the spot, but he forced me to when he held up a red, lacy thong in between his fingers. My red lacy thong. Fucking panty thief! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Their worlds collided in a heated, passion-filled hook-up behind a bar, bringing their broken pieces together. And now? Mercy finds herself as C.J. Cole's intern. The very Mr. Cole who wrote the most romantic, erotic books she had ever laid eyes on. How could she manage to keep her panties on around him? Or control herself? Hint: she won't. Mature warning.

Just some smuts, imagines and stuff that me and my fellow ARMYs' thought of during our free time For people uncomfortable reading Smuts: I label the parts/stories containing any bit of smut, so please feel free to read me and my fellow ARMYs' imagines and scenarios.