Sexual-tension Stories

Carmen was so ready for a two-week getaway at a luxurious resort prior his sister's wedding. Sun, cocktails, and absolutely no reminders of his disastrous love life. Except fate-cruel, petty fate-decided to throw in one little problem: Kasimir Keighley. The best man. His lifelong nemesis. The human equivalent of an overpriced espresso-bitter, way too strong, and annoyingly addictive. Trapped in paradise with the one person who knows exactly how to get under his skin, Carmen is sure it'll be a nightmare. But between stolen glances, unexpected truce moments, and a very inconvenient attraction, he starts to wonder... is it hate, or is it something much, much worse?

His arrogance is an armor, but his intolerance for her presence is reaching a breaking point. When she is hired to care for his grandfather, the sanctuary of his estate becomes a battlefield. He refuses to tolerate a single word from her mouth, masking his obsession with a cold, jagged silence. She is a mystery he is dying to solve, his greatest illicit desire, yet he must maintain his mask of superiority. He cannot let her see the cracks in his composure, or just how much he craves the very woman he claims to despise. What will he do when the one person he can't control is the only one he falls for. His superiority complex is suffocating, and his ego is as vast as the sprawling acres of his horse estate She carries her elegance like a weapon, using her wrath to bait him into the very arguments that keep her heart racing. She would give anything to escape his shadow, to flee from the "biggest asshole" she's ever had the misfortune to meet. Her heart recites a mantra of loathing, a steady rhythm of never him, never him. But as the lines between duty and desire begin to blur, she finds herself falling for the man behind the stone-cold command. How can she survive his presence when his every breath feels like a challenge she's losing?

The last time she saw him was in her bed. Capri Yorke thought her bad luck had finally broken the night she met Hayden Williams. Hot, charming... and amazing in bed. Then he ghosted her. So, imagine her surprise when he shows up months later as a camp counselor at her summer job, looking even sexier and smirking like he didn't completely wreck her. Now, thanks to a prank gone wrong, they're stuck sharing a bunk. Capri should hate him. The problem? She doesn't trust herself not to kiss him. And Hayden has never met a rule he didn't love breaking.

Joong and Dunk are CEOs, rivals, alphas who have never wanted another alpha. Until now. They're also two men who have never lost control keep finding it in each other's arms, and the only question neither can answer is which one will break first.

It was REALLY close. That one day Sanji almost kissed Zoro, because of Foxy and his pathetic Devil Fruit power. It slowed time down, and had him lurching back towards Zoro-brace yourself-mouth-first. And what's worse: in slow motion. It was a close one, but Sanji stopped himself just in time. But in another universe... he couldn't. It was an almost-kiss turned real. AKA, Sanji's worst nightmare come true. (A reimagining of an otherwise uneventful Davy Back Fight.)

Florence has spent her whole life wishing she was anyone but who she was. Din has spent his whole life void of love. Two exact opposites. And there were many reasons why Florence shouldn't indulge in him. But there were so many reasons why she should. And Din? Well, he likes to mistake butterflies for cardiac arrest. The story of how Florence and Din met before the events of the first Hyrule Chronicles book. Rights for Star Wars content go to Lucasfilm Rights for Zelda content go to Nintendo Rights to Florence and her story go to me Art is either mine or goes to its respective artists. I will list the rights under each piece. Songs used in this book go to their respective artists

An incubus is a Lilin-Demon in male form who, according to mythological and legendary traditions, lies upon women/men in order to engage in sexual activity with them. Hwa Minah is hired to be Jungkook's stylist with him being the biggest star of Seoul, she pretty much has to be by his side 24/7. Every time she is near him, though, her skin would burn up under his gaze but she would always brush it off. But when she starts having some sexual dreams involving him, she begins questioning everything around her. Published on June 12, 2016

Roman James Costa does not compromise. He controls the room. He controls the conversation. He controls himself. Until Sienna Penelope Blake. She's sunlight with a sharp tongue and zero survival instinct when it comes to powerful men. She teases him. Challenges him. Calls him out in front of other people like he isn't the most dangerous man in the building. And she never looks away. Roman has rules. He doesn't blur lines. He doesn't mix business with temptation. He doesn't tolerate defiance. But Sienna isn't intimidated by him, she's entertained. What begins as sarcastic back-and-forth turns into something darker - longer stares, deliberate proximity, tension that coils tight enough to snap. Because Roman doesn't flirt, he claims. And when he decides he wants her, he doesn't ask nicely. The problem? Sienna doesn't submit easily. She negotiates. She provokes. She smiles while testing the limits. And Roman is starting to enjoy the fight a little too much. Possession was never part of the plan, neither was obsession. But now he has a choice: Walk away...Or make her his. Unfortunately for her - he's not the walking-away type.

Dazai is sent away to live in the countryside with Chuuya and his family for the Summer. They dance around eachother before things happen to come between them, but they manage to prevail every time.

Jongseob wasn't oblivious, even if Soul was hoping he might have been. He noticed the way a shiver crossed over his body when Jongseob's physical contact was different than usual, the way he gulped awkwardly at flirtatious jokes, the way his bottom lip rolled between crooked teeth when the stylist put Jongseob in a crop-top or tight shirt, the way his beady eyes lingered where they shouldn't have. He wasn't oblivious, as much as Soul probably wished he was. He could sense the lingering intensity between the two of them, that intensity that's been swallowing them whole since they debuted. So, as they sat in bed together, a movie blasting in front of them, he couldn't help but ponder what it would take for Soul to finally snap. moved from my ao3 :)

Just read the prologue :) An alternate Universe, Historical Fantasy. MCs; Jeon Jungkook and Park Jimin (Jikook/Kookmin) inspired by a Chinese novel Mo Dao Zu Shi (Grandmaster of Demonic cultivation) Written by: ℬ𝓊𝒷𝒷𝓁𝑒 Also on AO3; "Bubblesinmyhead,, [WARNING: slow burn & slow updates] !!!IMPORTANT NOTICE!!! THIS WORK HAS BEEN PAUSED (PARTIALLY ABANDONED) AS THE WRITER IS ON HIATUS AND MAY NOT BE CONTINUING TO UPDATE ANY FURTHER THAT THE PUBLISHED CHAPTERS SO READ AT YOUR OWN ACCORD. Started: January 21 2021 Current Status: PAUSED/CLOSED

When Ava agreed to be a part of Peggy's wedding she didn't expect to be paired up with Bucky Barnes, Peggy's soon-to-be husband's longtime friend. Or let alone have to share a bed with him for an entire week in the Bahamas.

Following Katara's sudden death in an airship explosion, Aang's devastating grief severs him from his past lives, blocking his connection to the Avatar state and the spirit realm. Until he meets you: A non-bender with a tragic past and an uncanny resemblance to his late wife. [ Originally posted to Ao3 | All Rights Reserved 2026 ]

an anthology of passion and desire; one shots in which one pines for the other. and neither is sure if they're ever going to get together. - Steve shakes his head. "Because... because love is cruel. You can't always have what you want." "Watch me," Bucky says. For the first time, Steve thinks it's going to be different. -

Diana has spent years skating by on academic record alone. But once she reaches college, people expect more than memorisation. With no clue how to survive with her world falling apart, Diana loses her job. To try and make up the money, she puts her extra room up for sale, not expecting her own classmate to show up at her door. She can't stand him, but she won't let her feelings come in the way of her profit. Rhory has spent years trying to escape his parents. With them on his tail, he can't risk a place of his own. Hell, being in college is risky enough. Luckily for him, his classmate put her extra room up for sale. It seemed like a done deal-cash for her and a safe bed for him. But what happens when Rhory begins catching feelings for his roommate? What happens when his past comes back to haunt them both? A story of mystery, romance, and risk!

after Jack becomes extremely possessive of Stephen, bonden helps him escape the surprise.

What happens when two assassins, who were hired to kill each other, fall in love? (A Jungkook ff)

Two gorgeous girls in a group of friends are discovering their sexuality and might just be falling for eachother...;) or not lol read to see their life and experiences.

"Try me" my stern voice echoed in the moonlit hallway as my eyes fixated onto his pale lips just as his tongue darted out teasingly "Oh my darling little V" he tilted his head down and whispered into my ear as his lips brushed the shell of my ear as he spoke "Hasn't anyone warned you not to make deals with the devil" [[Royal AU]] [Not completely related to the book series Red Queen, just inspired by] [[Maven x Venus]] [Mature]

Riley Kane has senior year locked down. Swim captain. Student council president. Hot cheerleader on his arm. Perfect reputation. Then there's him. The quiet guy in the back row with messy black hair, wired earphones, and zero interest in anyone. They've never spoken. Never needed to. Until one accidental stare in homeroom makes Riley's heart slam against his ribs like a traitor. One assigned seat in English puts them shoulder-to-shoulder. One lingering look across the cafeteria leaves Riley wondering why the hell he can't stop noticing the way that guy's hair falls over one eye. He hates how calm he is. He hates how unbothered he looks. He hates how his own pulse betrays him every single time their eyes meet. This was supposed to be his year. So why does one silent ghost in baggy jeans feel like he's about to burn the whole thing down?