Hey lil nasties! I'm gonna try and make this story extra messy, extra nasty and extra enjoyable! Lemme know what you think of course and any suggestions ;3 I'm always looking to make new stories for my lil nasties ;3

Whitney Lowe is too comfortable. Nothing has changed from fifteen to twenty-five. Her boyfriend will never propose. The promotion she wants will never come. She doesn't know how she got here. So when her brother breaks his leg and offers her his non-refundable plane ticket and the apartment he already rented in Italy for a month, she blows up her life - only to have Alden Miller, her brother's best friend, blow up her vacation. Alden has always been a little out of reach for Whitney. He's two years older, a huge flirt, and lives life like a nomad. So there really isn't anyone better than him to show her how to find herself again.

*MATURE CONTENT* Then-his hand slipped under her skirt. Fingers grazing over her soaked panties. Jungkook hissed. "Fuck." His touch was barely there, just ghosting over her heat-not enough. "You're shaking, baby." His smirk was wicked. "You need me that bad?" Y/N whimpered. Jungkook pressed his fingers against her throbbing core. And then-he rubbed. Slow. Lazy. Torturous. "Jungkook-" "Shh, baby." His free hand grabbed her jaw, tilting her head back. His lips brushed her throat, breath hot. "I wanna take my time with you."* His fingers slid under her panties. Y/N gasped. "So wet," Jungkook groaned, spreading her slick with his fingers. "All for me?" Y/N bit her lip. Then-his fingers pushed inside. "Oh my-fuck-" Her back arched. Jungkook growled, watching her fall apart beneath him. His fingers moved slow, deep, stretching her. "Look at you," he murmured, watching her face twist in pleasure. "So fucking pretty when you take my fingers."* Y/N whined. Her thighs trembled. Her stomach coiled tight. And then-he curled his fingers. Pleasure ripped through her. "Jungkook-" "I know, baby," he whispered, thrusting deeper. "Let go." ----------- MY BEST FRIEND'S BROTHER #3 in FUCKLOVE #6 in SMUTMAYBE

Lilly has to spend her 18th birthday alone, or so she thought. Her stalker and best friend pay her a visit. Start reading for more!

A high school reunion leads Harley Snart to somehow-even she doesn't know-how-end up having a one nightstand with her enemy. Something she never thought she'd find herself doing. But the one nightstand ends up bringing more than one complication to their lives.

Avery's senior year is turned upside down when a kiss with her older brothers' best friend ignites a forbidden relationship tangled in danger, heartbreak, and family secrets that could destroy everything. *** "Aiden..." I shake my head, eyes fixed anywhere but the gorgeous man next to me. His hand grips my chin tightly, just enough to make me avert my eyes to his. "You know you want this as much as I fucking do. I want you to be mine. I want to be the one to hold you and kiss you the one you go to whenever you're happy or fucking sad. But let it be me, let me fucking show you that it should be me." He glares, jaw tensing. ...... ©hessaherophinelove

"I don't understand." I shook my head. "What happened? You said the house was safe. That no one could get in. You said I was safe." He fisted the bare pillow, breathing heavily through his nose. "We were fucking set up." Dark curls stuck to my face, snagged by the beads of sweat that dripped down my temples. I retreated at that, leaving him alone on the bed. "I knew this was going to happen." "What?" His brow furrowed. "One of your people betrayed me once already." My voice came gravelly and dark. "That's the real reason I'm here." Impatient, pained breaths shuddered from his lips. "I need you to tell me the truth, Kendra." I hesitated. "... I can't." "Bullshit." He snapped at me. "I need to know what the hell is going on." "I can't." I stressed the words this time. "That's not good enough." The menace in his voice was worse than shouting. Every instinct in my body screamed at me to run. Instead, I remained frozen to the motel carpet. "You're a federal agent. I can't... I don't..." The words slipped through my fingers. I exhaled, defeated. "There's no way for me to know I can trust you." Anger molded his features, blue eyes going glacial. "I took a fucking bullet for you." My defenses crumbled. "You didn't know who you were protecting." His gaze sharpened. "Tell me the truth. Are you dangerous?" The question struck deeper than it had any right to. There was no reason for him to trust me. No reason for me to expect him to. But the way he looked at me didn't promise suspicion. It promised something else. Something far more terrifying. His fingers tightened around his gun.

"We could just . . . *do it*, you know," he says now, teasingly. "Clear all that sexual tension up with one quick ten minute session?" I seriously hope he's joking, but I'm not certain he is. Either way, I can't prevent the exasperated huff of laughter that escapes my lips at those words. "You must be dreaming if you think there's *any* sexual tension between us," I scoff. "Anyway, I'd rather not be another notch on your bedpost, thanks very much." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Ruby Rafferty has won the ultimate prize - a luxury holiday in Crete! In theory, it couldn't be more perfect - endless sun, Greek food, an unlimited free bar . . . There's only one problem. The man she has no choice but to share the prize with. Lewis Sheridan may be ridiculously attractive, but he is also cocky, cynical, and comes complete with his own specific set of red flags. He's everything Ruby has never wanted in a guy, and she's not sure she can survive *one* day alone with him, let alone ten. It's *fine*, though . . . Their suite is massive, the cocktails are flowing, and Ruby can't help but notice how handsome and charming the hotel manager is. If only he didn't think she and Lewis were already a couple . . . Will forced proximity push our vacationers closer or further apart? Can enemies really become lovers? And what will happen if anyone realises they're technically on holiday under false pretences? I guess we're about to find out . . . Cover by @jspromcoms

"𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐠𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐧 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮." Lonzo Mattia doesn't like strangers. When his underboss, Gabriel, invites his sister, Alexia, to stay at their house when her parents can no longer guarantee her safety, Lonzo is anything but pleased. The last thing he needs is something else to worry about, he only wants to build his empire without distractions. Alexia Dalton knows what she wants in life. After being brought up by vigilantes, Alexia wants to make a different path from the one that is set out for her. But when she moves into the mafia boss's house, nothing is simple when there are two mutual feelings between them. Hate and a lot of uncontrollable lust. Neither of them want to admit that they love the taste of it. ✧ ✧ ✧ Tropes: - Mafia Romance - Brother's boss/best friend - Forbidden Love - Strong FMC/Grumpy MMC - He falls first and harder - Dark themes - Spicy scenes

On his planet, women don't choose, they're chosen. When a male claims a life partner, it is final. Permanent. Absolute. Belle, a university student, travels to this uncharted world for research. But she's unprepared for Thraxos, the towering, pale-blue warrior who rules with unchallenged strength and sees her as the one thing he's been missing. He's never chosen a life partner. Never needed one. Until her. But Thraxos doesn't love the way humans do. His affection is possession. His protection is control. And Belle's fire only draws him closer. Now, caught in a place where her voice means little and her body is his to claim, Belle must decide: resist the darkness, or surrender to the one male she was never meant to survive.