Jungkook Thigh

In the post-apocalyptic world, Luo Qiao, endowed with a Special Ability, transmigrated into a pitiable girl nobody wanted. By a stroke of luck, she gained a space, truly a cause for celebration. Yet she discovered not only had she crossed over, but she'd also ended up in a book, with the original character's fate being tragically doomed! Haha, with a Special Ability and space at her disposal, Luo Qiao said she needed no one. However, that villager rumored to be an eccentric disabled leader seemed to want to help her at every turn. Luo Qiao's eyes twinkled, hehe, latching onto a powerful thigh for support didn't sound like a bad idea. Watch how the delicate wife is nurtured, see how Luo Qiao enjoys her Xiao Yao life……….

She was ten. He was twelve. In a world where love was forbidden and cruelty was routine, they found each other in the dark. The orphanage was a prison of shattered souls, but he made her smile again. With trembling hands and whispered hopes, they made a promise under the stars: "When we grow up… we’ll marry. We’ll leave this place. Together." But fate is cruel. She was adopted with her baby sister—he was left behind. She begged,she cried, she promised she'd return. She never did. Ten years pass. She’s now the perfect daughter of a wealthy family. Quiet, obedient… broken. Her heart never let go of the boy she left behind. On the day of her arranged marriage—a wedding she never wanted—she’s kidnapped. And the man behind the mask? Him. But he’s no longer a boy. He’s a mafia king. Cold. Merciless. Dangerous. And he remembers everything. "You never came back, Mia cara." Now, love and vengeance intertwine in a storm of emotions as their paths collide once again. Will she heal the boy he once was… or be destroyed by the man he’s become?

Liam is the definition of bad boy. With a great body that could sway every girl off her feet. Between classes and drinking parties, sex and girls, Liam had it all. Until Eva.. She is small, pretty and shy. Will she be able to tame the sex god or be eaten alive? Eva never imagined that Liam would be the one to disvirgin her. All Rights Reserved

It was supposed to be one reckless night. No names, no rules. Just heat, raw passion, and a man who made me forget everything, except how amazing he felt between my thighs. I didn’t know he was Dante Romano, heir to the city’s most ruthless mafia empire. I didn’t know I’d end up working for him. And I definitely didn’t plan to move into his estate with armed men, luxury bedrooms, and him finding reasons to be around me, looking sinfully hot and impossible to ignore. Now I have 100 days under his control, locked in his world of secrets, violence, and temptation, trying to use my cybersecurity skills to protect the empire he was born to rule. But the real danger isn’t the enemies lurking outside and inside. It’s the way he looks at me like I already belong to him. It started with a one-night stand. It might end with me burning for a man I was never meant to love.

"Do you think you can escape the devil?" A loud scream was heard after the person shot the knees of the man who was tied to a chair. "Stop staring at me" yn said . "What if I say, I don't want to". "Such a shameless person"..... " I was never a saint baby, neither will I be" "I said lift up your thighs....I will not repeat" "No, I-I please- I am sorry".... After running for straight 15mins , my lungs started contracting, suddenly I am unable to breathe and my legs trembling with such force that it's impossible to run anymore. my hands?...can't move it!..... my legs?.....tied!..... me?.......trapped!....... I feel something cool and metal against my inner thighs making me realize the unmistakable touch of a knife. He slowly drags the blade up my thigh, the sharp edge sending shivers through my body. I feel, I know, I am aware that am trapped by him. "Little Foxy," he says again, softer now, but there's a bite beneath it, a warning. "You shouldn't have run." What will happen when you cross your path with the most unhinged person you ever met in your life? Will you be able to escape the devil's cage? ...... read if you wanna know your future

He's her twin. She's his stand-in. Someone's bound to fall in love with the wrong one. This is the story of Daniella — a girl who’s gotten a little too comfortable in her twin brother’s skin. Maybe it’s not just the tuxedoes and pants that feel right... maybe it’s the freedom. No corsets. No tight bras. Just her, finally breathing. …Until she spots Zory. A girl who was supposed to be just another guest, but now? She’s everything. And here comes the twist: "I look exactly like him — but why do I have a lump on my chest and no third leg? Just a weird hole between my thighs. I swear I was male in the womb. Then things flipped, and I don’t know how. I can’t be a girl. I might be XXY, who knows? Intersex? Probably. I just know I can’t accept this body... not if the one I want won’t accept it. How do I even tell my parents? And also, Narrator — it’s Danielle. With an elle. Get it right." Her words, not mine. Me? I think she’s a perfect imperfection. And I think Zory might agree. Well then. Let’s see what Danielle does next.

“You shouldn’t walk around in that nightwear.” His voice was low—closer than it should’ve been. I didn’t have time to turn. His hand slid up my thigh before I could even breathe. My grip on the counter tightened like it might save me. “Alpha—” Elyssa was the traitor’s daughter—unmated, unloved, and wolf-less. A pack slave. A pretty shadow. Easy to overlook. Until war turned her world into ash and dropped her in the dungeon of the most feared Alpha alive. Kaelith Drenor—cursed, ruthless, and completely unprepared for the girl with haunted green eyes who made his blood burn and his beast obey. He doesn’t know why he can’t stay away. She doesn’t know she’s his mate. And no one knows her wolf is waking up. When she shifts, the world will feel it. And so will he.

Adam was just your average internet troll—armed with sarcasm, zero filter, and way too much free time. His favorite pastime? Ragebaiting obsessive novel fans in group chats, especially the ones who worshipped "Eclipsed Devourer," a hit fantasy romance novel. He hated rhe ending about it. —The characters? Too well-written. —The plot? Surprisingly deep. —The ending? Absolute trash fire. But the final straw The cult-like fandom simping over "Lady Seraphina Blackthorn," the cold, powerful villainess with killer looks, dominatrix vibes, and thighs that could crush a man’s ego. Disgusted by their obsession, Adam swore: “I’d rather die than kneel or lick a woman’s boot like you degenerates!” The chat exploded with replies. He laughed so hard, he spilled his glass of water... ...right onto an exposed electrical wire. Zap. Now, Adam wakes up not in a hospital—but in the novel he despises. Worse There’s a steel collar around his neck

Two families’ children were switched at birth. One of the families is a household that does business, and the other is a household of a marquis. There is a vast difference in status. Unfortunately, Yu Xiang transmigrated as a person that was originally from a business household and was brought up in marquis’s residence. As soon as she arrived, the truth about her lineage was exposed, her legs were disabled, and she was still bearing the reputation of “the unlucky star”. In desperation, she had to hug her elder brother’s thigh firmly and attempt to live her days first. When the original daughter of the marquis’s family returns, Yu Xiang will return the position to her. A few years later, the original daughter returned, Yu Xiang was prepared to leave, but she found that her technique of holding his thighs was too professional. Her older brother refused to let her go! The marquis concealed his smile with the wine cup: How can his pampered wife, that grew up with him, leave whenever she wants? *** The novel and cover photo are not mine .

In the dangerous underworld of the mafia, Y/N has built a life hidden in the shadows, with secrets she's not ready to face. Jungkook, a man with a cold, calculating demeanor, has no idea that the paths of fate will soon intertwine with hers. As their lives remain separate, both carry burdens that threaten everything they hold dear. But when their worlds collide, a spark ignites between them-one that neither can easily ignore. Can love survive amidst betrayal, lies, and a deadly game of secrets?

A Taekook Fanfic. ⚠️ Werewolf fantasy⚠️ ⚠️Reincarnation⚠️ Top Taehyung Bottom Jungkook The Alpha of a Werewolf pack is cursed. A curse that can only be broken by a sacrifice. A sacrifice that can only be made by the Alpha himself. What is the curse? What could be the sacrifice? Will Alpha be successful getting himself free from this curse? Join me in this journey to know further in the story. Let's go to the universe of the Werewolves. The images used in the bookcover are taken from the internet. I don't own these. I'm a rookie writer. English is not my first language. Pardon me for any kind of unintended mistakes.

There are no declarations here. No love letters. No moments where the world stops and music swells. Just two people—Bakha and Jungkook—drawn to each other like shadows at dusk, always almost touching, always almost speaking. They’ve never really met, and yet they know each other in a way that defies logic. Like dreamers recognizing each other in a crowd, like strangers who remember the same ache. Bakha lives inside her head—quiet, watching, always wondering if she’s too much or never enough. Jungkook exists in that same weightless space, laughing with others while something inside him stays untouched. He doesn’t say much. He doesn’t need to. With her, silence feels like conversation. There’s something about the way they linger near each other in the pages of life—as if fate tied their names together and forgot to give them instructions. School, family, responsibilities—they all move around them like noise. But the real story is in the pauses. The moments where their eyes meet and the world seems to hesitate, unsure whether to continue or stay suspended in that fragile closeness. Love doesn’t shout here. It waits in hallways. It hides in shared glances. It aches when she thinks of him at night, when he wonders if she ever knew. It’s the kind of love that doesn't need to happen to exist. The kind that stays, quietly, even when they walk away. This is not a story of falling in love. It’s a story of already being there— and trying to live with everything that love cannot say out loud.

"They Call Guys Like Me a Simp.” (Meanwhile, I’m out here living what their favorite MC only dreams about.) You ever notice how stories glorify the ones who feel nothing? The MC who never laughs. Never feels. Who plays women like chess pieces and calls it intelligence. He manipulates a girl? “He’s strategic.” He never opens up? “He’s mysterious.” He never flinches, never laughs, never lives — And you call that strength? Funny. Because to me? That’s just a prison in disguise. You see an “alpha.” I see a boy too scared to feel anything real. While they spend ten chapters monologuing about logic and sacrifice, I’m already making the Saintess scream, drenched in sin, halo cracked, legs trembling from truths her prayers never taught her. And I didn’t get there with cold eyes or control. I got there with laughter and chill. With warmth. With a grin and a hand on her thigh. I didn’t need to dominate her mind — I freed her heart. But that scares people, doesn’t it? Because readers trust the ones who suffer. Who stay quiet. Who kill without blinking and love without showing it. But me? I flirt. I laugh. I take hits and smile back, bloody and defiant, as if too weak to get angry. I don’t need to pretend emotions are weakness. I weaponize mine. Pleasure. Connection. Laughter. That’s my arsenal. And while your favorite MC is still calculating his next five moves, Trying to outwit death and romance like both are math problems, I’m already balls deep in the jade fairy — her sacred yin furnace clenching like it’s worshipping my shaft, her Dao Echo shattered into breathless moans, and her so-called cultivation path leaking down her thighs while she begs me to break her meridians again. You call that luck? Nah. That’s mastery of the three worlds. Because in a world that respects coldness, I came in hot. Where others manipulate, I connect. Where they posture, I play. Where they sacrifice, I seduce. So go ahead. Call me a simp. But while your genius MC is busy monologuing about destiny, I’m the one making goddesses question theirs — with a smirk, a touch, and no regrets. I’m not the hero. Not the villain. I’m just a simp… the kind who leaves your cold, emotionless MC’s woman dripping, ruined, and too stretched to go back to him.

Tin Ping finds himself suddenly reincarnated into another World. Living at height of life on earth having transmigrated with same body, he thinks it easy to do the same here, only to be shocked. This is a world of demons! , his beautiful physique and strength that can lift a couple hundreds of kg is no match for strong demons or demon lords that can juggle mountains, his intelligence or cunning?, what is that before arcane demon abilities and magic. But suddenly when all hope seems to be lost, his playboy aura picks a crush from the demon Queen herself. Sure i might be trash but I Tin Ping just needs to cling to this strong powerful thigh. Yes my eyes are finally open, pleasing the demon queen is the way!

At J-Global, Jungkook is known for his precision, discipline, and no-nonsense leadership style. As the company president’s son and a top executive, he has everything under control—until he's saddled with a new intern, Jimin, at his father's insistence. Unlike Jungkook, Jimin is bold, intuitive, and unapologetically confident. From the outset, their clashing personalities ignite a quiet war of wills, with Jimin refusing to be intimidated by Jungkook’s authority. But as Jimin starts proving his worth with sharp insights and unconventional strategies, the balance of power begins to shift. Jungkook finds himself both frustrated and intrigued by the intern who dares to challenge him. What begins as a reluctant mentorship transforms into a tense, slow-burning game of dominance and vulnerability—one that neither of them saw coming. **Genre:** Office drama, slow-burn romance, character-driven **Themes:** Power dynamics, personal growth, hidden vulnerability, attraction through conflict

It hurts, doesn't it?" he murmured, his voice a dark caress that sent a shiver down her spine. Amelia nodded, her eyes never leaving his as she felt the wetness between her legs grow even more. With a smug smile, Enzo's hand moved from her thigh to cup her left breast, his thumb flicking over the nipple. It was a gentle touch, almost soothing after the sting of his slap. But she knew it was a prelude to something more. He leaned over her, his hard length pressing against her thigh. She felt a thrill of fear and anticipation. This was it the moment she'd been dreading and craving all at once. He reached for his belt, unbuckling it with a smoothness that spoke of experience. Her eyes widened as he freed his cock, standing tall and proud before her. It was thick and long, a stark contrast to the tenderness of his earlier touch. She knew what was coming, and she was both scared and excited. "Look at me, Amelia," he whispered, his eyes dark with need. She met his gaze, her breath shallow and uneven. He positioned himself between her legs, his hand guiding himself to her entrance. Her body tensed as she felt the tip of his erection against her. "Relax," he murmured, his voice soothing despite the intensity in his eyes. "This will only hurt for a moment."

The room smelled like jasmine and secrets. Alina’s eyes blinked open, dazed and dry, the silk sheets soft against her bare skin. She tried to move, but her wrists tugged gently against restraints—not metal, but velvet. A sound—a sigh, maybe a whisper—slipped past her lips before her memories could catch up. Her heart began to race. Where am I? The walls were cream and gold, everything glowing in soft candlelight. A storm rumbled beyond the glass-paned windows, waves crashing in the distance. She wasn’t in the city anymore. This place felt... untouched. Intimate. Dangerous. And then she saw it—etched delicately onto her inner thigh in crimson ink. V. C. Her breath hitched. The letters matched the invitation that had appeared mysteriously in her inbox two weeks ago. An all-expense-paid retreat to a private island, promising indulgence, luxury, and liberation for "those who dare." She’d thought it was a scam. But the tickets arrived. First-class. Then the private jet. The champagne. The man in the mask who whispered, “Everything you desire lives here. If you’re not afraid to burn for it.” Now, lying in this golden cage, Alina knew one thing for certain. She had crossed a line. And there was no going back.

Sybil Auclair, daughter of the Alpha of the Fire pack, disappeared 3 years ago and returned with no memories of her missing years. Her father eventually secured her engagement with Ryan, a soon to be Alpha of a different pack who also happened to be her first mate who rejected her after discovering she was a crippled wolf. On her wedding day, everyone is shocked to learn that Sybil was already claimed! She had been marked by another wolf! Horrified and in shock, Alpha Alaric, an Alpha called the dark one, an Alpha who had only been heard of in myths and legends thousands years ago, crashed the wedding. He claims Sybil is his mate and is here to take her to his home pack where she belongs. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “If you claim that she is truly your mate, then tell us where her mark is." Someone asked him.  He made eye contact with me and my heart skipped.  "Easy." He said. "On her left thigh…" Oh Goddess! It can't be! My face went red as it dawned on me. I knew what he was talking about. "In between her legs.” He said.

this story will be a love Revenge of dark romantic story in mafia would so I hope you guys like this daddy JK dark romantic story.

Damien’s hands were rough on my hip, his hot breath against my ear, a small growl escaped those perfect lips. “Ride me,” he commands. Like an addictive drug, my body trembled but obeyed, sliding down slowly inch by inch, until he was fully buried inside me, stretching my core. My fingers dug into his thighs, my lips parting with a choked moan. “Ahh—hmm…” A choked-out moan escaped. From the doorway, Luca watched, his eyes dark and hungry. Somehow his presence ignited something darker within me. My heart pounded hard and my skin flushed. I gasped, panting, as I sank lower onto Damien, swallowing every inch. But it wasn’t enough. I leaned back against Damien’s chest, my voice a trembling whisper: “I want both of you.” Luca stepped forward, answering the call. The world blurred around me, the heat crashing into a frenzy. My fingers tangled in Luca’s hair, pulling him closer—even as I continued to ride Damien beneath me. This was what my body craved. A dangerous dance of control, surrender, and forbidden desire.

Evil love of the cruel king: Medical concubine you are so hot "Take off your clothes". "Presumptuous!" A king shouted like a devil A woman held a silver needle innocently: "Sir, if you don't take off your clothes, how can I give you an acupuncture treatment?" 'Treatment?' The king had no expression on his face and looked cold and arrogant. However, his ears were very red as if they are on fire. She is a descendant of an ancient family in 21st century. She has exquisite medical skills and a godly hand. When she first arrived in a strange world, she decided to hold a big thigh and lean against a big tree to enjoy the cool and carry forward her medical skills. He is the most talented cold blooded ice king in the dynasty. He holds great power and is famous all over the world, but his legs are paralysed. He is not closed to women and regards women as plague. However, since he met the shameless women who loves to hold his thighs, he secretly rubbed her and wanted to take her home.... ps: this is not my own work

"You want to love me for the rest of your life?" you asked, seeing him nod his head slowly as he began leaving trails of damp kisses along your collarbone - before letting you feel his sharp fangs that protruded ever-so-slightly as he dragged them across your skin; leaving you feeling absolutely euphoric in the wake of his havoc he wreaked upon you. You opened your mouth, gasping and panting at the sensation, before you uttered words that you meant with all of your heart - words that you believed in now, and words that you would believe in until your end of days. "Jungkook,you know that I won't stop you... ...I won't ever stop you."

Synopsis: "When the war is over, we'll get married and I'll grow flowers like you, and our story will be one of the most beautiful love tales in the universe." A letter found in the pocket of a dead soldier; Captain Jungkook Jeon, 1895. This AU (ff) is written by @ARTSEOULVK in twitter. I just writting it for the people who don't use twitter and want to read this masterpiece. And also cause her account is deactivated now so yeah enjoy! Thank you. Ps. The book cover does not belong to me nor does the novel.

Wolves?, do these even exist in this 21th century and that too in human form?. "i have to be better, i must work hard, i dont deserve his kindness" words that became a loop on Jimin's lips for years he doesn't even know what pretty is because he belives he's not! in love with a beautiful wolf man was it even possible, this man made him feel strange a feeling of want and love he wanted him, his body only reacted to him his heart only skipped a beat for him, why? was he finally in love did he want that feeling........... Jimin's so called uncle always treated him like a son or maybe more or he thought so....things become pretty ugly when his thirst for power over took him and involves him in the mafia just so to fight his enemy, but what if this enemy also got an interest on his gem what if he marked him his instead. Possessive as he is, Jungkook was definitely going to make him his WARNING.... *Smut, of course *Angst *Bloodymess *Jikook

Lin Ruyun had never expected to be making contingency plans upon transmigration, but here he was. After transmigrating into the popular webnovel [Blind Are the Heaven’s Eyes] as an early-story cannon fodder, whose only significance to the the story was as the protagonist’s first kill, he made four simple guidelines for himself: 1. How to lose 90 kilograms in a month? 2. Stay away form the protagonist and his future harem to avoid an early death. 3. Maybe hug the protagonist’s thigh, become a loyal younger brother and enjoy free benefits along the way as the protagonist grows stronger? Lin Ruyun had thought it would be pretty straightforward. Help make the protagonist’s tragic life a little less tragic, maybe even do some secret meddling to help drive the plot. But fate, like always, seemed to be playing tricks on him. Pressed up against the wall, caged in by the protagonist’s arms, Lin Ruyun looked up in fear and confusion. Shen He: Lin Ruyun, will you stop trying to seduce me? Lin Ruyun: W-what?

“You look good there,” he murmured. “In my bed. Wearing something of mine.” I sat up slowly, heart pounding like I’d already been caught doing something filthy. His eyes dropped to the slip of skin at my thigh where my dress had ridden up, and I swear he swallowed a groan. Then he crossed the room—silent, towering, dangerous—and hooked a finger under my chin. “Tell me to stop,” he said, voice raw. I couldn’t. I didn’t want to. The next thing I knew, I was on my back, his hands sliding up my legs like he had every right to touch me—slow, reverent, possessive. His mouth claimed mine first, then trailed down—between my chest, my stomach—until I was gasping his name like a prayer. “You’ve been in my bed long before tonight, Asha,” he whispered against my inner thigh. “In my head. My hands. My dreams.” And when he finally pushed inside me—deep, slow, like he wanted to feel every part of me—I shattered. And he didn’t stop. He kept going, murmuring my name like a promise, like he knew exactly what I was about to find out… ******* I didn’t mean to fall asleep in his bed. I’d only curled up for a second—with his shirt pressed to my face, his scent wrapped around me like heat—and I drifted. But when I opened my eyes, he was standing there. Kade Renner. The elusive billionaire. Cold eyes. Bare chest. Leaning against the doorframe like he owned the air I breathed. He’s been searching for me. And now that he has me? Kade Renner doesn’t share. And he never lets go.

Tags: System Flow, Fast Travel, Anti-conventional, Feel-good Story, Sickly Beauty Content Introduction: After Chu Zheng was inexplicably declared dead, his only worry was - spending money. Since binding this system, her back no longer aches, her legs no longer hurt, and she doesn't even get out of breath. Every day, she lives in fear of spending money. System: Let's set a small goal. Defeat it by 100 million first... Little sister, stop! Don't casually activate the invincible mode! Chu Zheng: Could you first explain what this thing that's hugging my thigh is? Something: Baby, you can do whatever you want. Chu Zheng: (Touching the knife) Well, well, I won't be polite. System: Young lady, please put down your butcher's knife!!

You are struggling to find happiness. Someone erases your past. Stuck in your strange dreams, but then you find Jungkook. Will you be able to give him a chance to love you? You don't know what lies in the future for you. What will you do if your hero....becomes a villain?

Kevin Shu is just an otaku that earn a living through playing games, a half American-Chinese young man in his early 20's. Kevin don't know if he is beginning to have auditory hallucinations but a system suddenly came to him and spoke that a zombie apocalypse will happen in 7 month's time. As dumb as it may be, he accepted it after 5 minutes of shock, the system was even kind enough to give him Golden cheats, he was in awe. ---- Now, he just feel like regretting it and want a refund for all the hard work he had done, he cried wavy tears as he was pinned to the wall by a top-notch ikemen that seems to only exists in Japanese romance games! He ain't bent for pete's sake!! [Slow Paced Novel]

"You like this, don't you?" His voice was dark velvet, wrapping around me, sinking under my skin. I swallowed hard, refusing to answer, but my body betrayed me-the sharp inhale, the way my lips parted, the way my thighs pressed together. He noticed. Of course, he did. He stepped closer, eliminating the space between us, his heat overwhelming. "Say it." I shook my head, a weak attempt at resistance. His fingers traced up my arm, slow, teasing, until they reached my throat. He didn't squeeze, didn't apply pressure-just let his touch linger there, making me hyperaware of my own racing pulse. "Liar," he murmured. I exhaled sharply. "You're too close." His lips brushed my ear, not quite a kiss, just a whisper of warmth. "And you're not stopping me."