there is bound to be trouble when a fuckboy meets an ulzzang ‣ a hyungwonho fic © WONHOES- 2017

"He's that guy from the porno I watched!" ~ top!jimin - DISCLAIMER cheejicake original storyline: This story and ideas in it are completely made up from my messed up brain so any similarities are either coincidence or there's someone in the world who thinks like me. I don't believe in copying other writers work started: 2016 finished: 2018

(COMPLETE) In which Hyungwon and Wonho have a problem that involves love.

kihyun does everything changkyun asks him to. © ceoseungri · 2016

A one chapter story about a girl with a broken heart that happens to meet a beautiful man on a forced night out. © 2017 Copyright to omgitscherise.

"always wondered who would leave first" in which minhyuk texts shownu

shownu is loosing hope. but he's trying. (prequel to leave a message)

bros can kiss, right? they can also hold each others hand if they like. the only problem will be when they fall in love. © ceoseungri · 2016

His lust filled blue eyes, sexy pink lips, and blond curly hair daring me to run my fingers through. I loved everything about him every single thing and I had to have him.

[This is a spin-off of The DILF but can be read as a stand-alone] [The story you are about to read is intended for readers age 18+ due to its sexual content and language. It may not be appropriate for all audiences. Please read at your own discretion.] There was nothing Ophelia wanted better than to gouge Nikolai's long-lashed, consuming blue eyes out with a butter knife and mail them to the rest of the Alvonich family. Too bad they were in a very public, very esteemed place - Mikhail's wedding. "You don't think I'll press the button?" Nikolai's breath was warm and teasing in her ear. Ophelia had no idea what possessed her to take up his challenge of a vibrating thong, except that it was too late to back out now. She turned to glance at the infuriating man beside her. "Honestly, I don't care. It won't affect me." "Sweet Ophelia," he whispered, surprising her by flicking his tongue into her ear. Jumping, she glared at him, ignoring the important guests at her table, her father included. Before she could curse at Nikolai, he pressed the button, the swearwords turning to soft moans under her breath. Gripping the edge of the table, Ophelia felt the attack on her cl!t like a burn to her skin. Her father shot her a concerned look from across the table and Nikolai's voice was again in her ear. "Before the end of the night, Ophelia, we will f**k," he promised, releasing his finger from the remote control. "Only this time, it will be my name you scream."