Jungkook Hip Thrust

the journey of a Tahtah seeking redemption from his resting place in mictlan. a fusion of hip hop and folklorico style as well as Mexica (Aztec) and Mayan mythology and the fantastic creatures and myths of Mexico. A birth blessed by a God to ultimately be cursed by another God. which leads to a journey from the underworld back to the realm of the living. Once a slave seeking freedom, to a cursed being given the role of guide and protector. when will his journey and end and how long can he keep his sanity through an eternity? we will have to see if he will learn his lessons or stay in the same cycles while death dances awaiting his libiration.

On their third wedding anniversary, Hope excitedly told Waylon about her pregnancy, only to receive a 1 billion yuan check, an order to abort the child, and divorce papers in return. To protect her child, she fled. Five years later, she returned with her adorable twins and had become a revered miracle doctor in the medical field, with countless admirers. He regretted it. Hope coldly watched as Waylon, the CEO, apologized publicly on a live stream, "Weren't you the one who wanted a divorce and didn't want the child?" He humbly begged, "Hope, I want to remarry and have the child." "In your dreams." "Hope, the kids need a father." The adorable twins stood with their hands on their hips in unison, "We don't need a daddy who bullies mommy." Waylon, who had even his bedding and luggage thrown out of the room, didn't dare lose his temper, "Take a good look and see who's really bullying whom!"

No safe words. No limits. Just raw, wicked pleasure. Step into a world where boundaries don’t exist, only desire does. This collection of scorching short stories takes you from moonlit rooftops to steamy locker rooms, from public restrooms to private fantasies. Threesomes, breath play, BDSM, and irresistible encounters collide in explosive tales that promise to leave you breathless. Whether it’s a secret tryst with an ex lover, a scandalous game with an athlete, or a lust-fueled session in zero gravity, a fuck by the pool, each story delivers unfiltered, unrelenting heat. Wild. Wet. Wanton. You’ve never read sin like this before. If you’re not dripping by the end of each tale, check your pulse. Content Warning: This book is dark, raw, and unapologetically explicit. It explores the deepest, most tantalizing corners of desire, pushing boundaries and playing with power. For those ready to indulge in their darkest fantasies. If you know you don’t have a partner, don’t read. Haha, just kidding. It’s for everyone above or at 18 years of age. It will leave you hot and bothered, craving sinful things.

After dying a virgin, Elias Gray is given a second chance—reincarnated in a magical world with the "Lust System", a divine artifact that allows him to gain power by pleasuring women, fulfilling their desires, and growing a harem of elite lovers. From cold queens and fierce warrior women to shy beastgirls and seductive demons, Elias must dominate the world with charm, cunning—and unholy pleasure. But pleasure comes with a price, and not all lovers are loyal. Can he rise to the top without being devoured by lust or betrayal? Elias wandered through the bustling Travelers’ Hub, a sprawling nexus of portals and pathways where high-ranking voyagers crossed dimensions. The air hummed with the faint pulse of arcane energy, and the scent of ozone clung to the stone corridors. His boots echoed against the polished marble as he passed glowing sigils etched into the walls, each marking a gateway to another realm. He was no stranger to these halls, but tonight, a faint murmur from the inner chambers of the elite travelers piqued his curiosity. The voices were low, urgent, and laced with something primal that made his pulse quicken. Drawn toward a shadowed alcove, Elias noticed a heavy iron door, slightly ajar, its surface engraved with runes that pulsed faintly in the dim light. A cold draft slipped through the crack, carrying a whisper of sound—a soft, rhythmic moan that stirred the air. His breath caught, curiosity warring with caution, but the pull was too strong. He nudged the door open and stepped into a chamber cloaked in near-darkness, lit only by a single flickering torch that cast long, wavering shadows across the stone walls. In the center of the room, Lilith knelt on a plush velvet cushion, her silhouette unmistakable even in the gloom. Her dark hair cascaded over her bare shoulders, her skin glowing faintly as if kissed by moonlight. She was bent forward, her hands braced against the floor, her body arched in a way that spoke of surrender and desire. Beside her stood a man, his face marred with jagged scars that caught the torchlight, giving him a rugged, dangerous edge. His eyes burned with intensity as he gazed down at her, his presence commanding the room. The air grew thick as the man’s hand moved, deliberate and unhurried. He spat into his palm, the sound sharp in the quiet, and slid his fingers along Lilith’s exposed skin, tracing the curve of her thigh before slipping between her legs. A low, shuddering moan escaped her lips, her body trembling as she parted her thighs wider, inviting more. The man’s fingers worked with a slow, teasing rhythm, coaxing gasps from her that echoed softly off the stone walls. Her breaths grew ragged, her hips rocking against his hand, and then—a sharp cry as her body convulsed, a glistening rush of release spilling onto the floor beneath her. The man let out a deep, guttural groan, his own arousal evident in the tightening of his jaw. He shifted, freeing himself from his trousers, his erection thick and heavy in the flickering light. He pressed himself against her, sliding into her with a slow, deliberate thrust that drew a long, throaty moan from Lilith. Her fingers curled against the floor, nails scraping the stone as he moved, each thrust deep and measured, the sound of their bodies meeting filling the chamber. In and out, a steady rhythm that built with intensity, her gasps rising in pitch. Lilith’s eyes fluttered, her body quivering with pleasure as she pushed back against him, meeting each thrust with a hunger of her own. When he paused, drawing back slightly, she reached for him, her hand guiding him back inside with a desperate urgency. Her moans grew louder, unrestrained, as she surrendered fully to the sensation, her body trembling under the weight of her desire. The room seemed to pulse with their shared rhythm, the air heavy with the scent of sweat and heat, the torchlight casting their entwined shadows across the walls like a forbidden dance. R18 content

A fourth chance at life. The last chance. One would think that Rebirth came with a get out of jail free card, but not when you weren't the only one. Thrust into a world with other Rebirthers hidden in plain sight, the reset button wasn't as convenient for Zarek to use. Worst yet, this comedic system attached to his hip didn't seem as friendly as its banter suggested. Almost like a lurking demon breathing over his shoulder, it steered things from the shadows, pulling on his life in ways even his sensitivity to twists in time couldn't allow him to account for. Even so, Zarek pushed forward. With his third Rebirth Talent used up, his Talent Slots were empty and his other stats had regressed as time ebbed away at who he was little by little... But he had a plan. Somehow, he had to keep it hidden from the other Rebirthers, taking paths they would never expect, and adjusting when their Rebirths interfered with his own. This time, though... on his final shot... he would definitely succeed. For the sake of finding out the truth behind this antagonistic system... For the sake of protecting the girl that had given up everything to remain by his side... For the sake of himself.

A young man sets out to build the strongest guild in existence, crimson blade held close to hip. Scars littered his body, each one telling its own story as he walked forward alone, rejecting companionship, desiring only strength. Weighed down by his past and unable to move on, this is the story of how a single man led a wave that toppled the very world. //A chapter a day guaranteed. 3k+ words each. I'll try to avoid info dumps, but it's a BIG world so it's hard to avoid since there's a LOT to unpack. For extra content, including art pieces and official character designs, Manga panels, and more, got to my Patre0n. In the midst of creating a physical Manga. Patre0n.com/ShadowDrev Discord: https://discord.com/invite/kBR243rUB2

She only wanted to save her mother. Taking a job as a nurse for a quiet, wheelchair-bound man seemed harmless ، until the halls of his mansion whispered secrets, and the line between care and captivity blurred. Then came him ،Jeon Jungkook. The nightmare from her past. The boy who once made her life hell… now a man with cold eyes and power in his hands. But not everything is as it seems. And in the shadows of this twisted world, stands Kim Taehyung _ silent, unreadable, and maybe… her only way out.

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?

In a world where power is everything and the line between myth and reality blurs, "Absolute Sage" tells the gripping tale of Isshin, a young boy thrust into a destiny he could never have imagined.

5 high school teens are thrust into a magical adventure that will not only change them but change the world as they know it. This Book Is Being Created with Chat Gpt But This Is My Unique idea.

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.

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

Your class has always been known to be notorious so it wasn't much of a surprise that you guys decided to form an even more notorious gang called THE EMPIRE right? Been friends and classmates for more than a decade and half so running a criminal empire together shouldn't be a problem right? But are they prepared for all the Love, Hate and Romance all while still remaining friends and running an empire together, well we'll find out in THE EMPIRE. Well and if the the Amazing triplets and their friends can make it through all the obstacles that lie ahead. Running an empire with your family should be a piece of cake for siblings who've been attached by the hip since day one.

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.

"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.

When I opened my eyes, I was no longer myself. No warning. No death. No choice. I was just thrust into a character's body from a game I used to play. But not the hero. Not the villain. Something... in between.

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?

Pertemuan singkat namun bermakna. Jungkook percaya cinta, tapi tidak dengan Takdir. Karna Takdir merampas miliknya. Arthur tidak percaya cinta, namun percaya dengan Takdir. Karna Takdir mempertemukannya dengan seorang dari masa lalu.

This is the story of a boy thrust into another world with nothing but a system that isn't present most of the time

Park Jimin is a delicate, ethereal boy who was married into the aristocratic family at a very young age. The house he’s brought into is beautiful, mysterious, and filled with strange whispers. He speaks softly, moves gently, and everyone treats him like a fragile doll… except Jeon Jungkook, the younger brother of the lord of the house. Jungkook is cold, sarcastic, unreadable—always watching. He returns from abroad as a psychology scholar and instantly senses something is wrong with Jimin. Jimin, meanwhile, is too perfect, too gentle, too well-behaved. And when mysterious deaths begin in the village, Jimin seems... untouched.

Jesukobiruo Gbagbeke, popularly known as Lil Kobiz is a young rapper with raw talent. He hails from Ughievwen kingdom, Delta State. He has a unique hip hop rap style of music and his role models are Kida Wonder, El Corizo and Erigga

'You have been selected'. With those words, he would find himself pulled from the crack of gunfire, and the stench of gunpowder. Thrust into a world not his own, John struggles to find meaning and purpose...

“Tell me to stop.” Nyra’s back hit the cold stone wall, breath stolen as Ares loomed over her, shirt half-torn, his fingers already wrapped tight around her throat—not enough to choke, just enough to make her feel owned. “I won’t,” she whispered, voice wrecked with anticipation. In a flash, her legs were around his waist, and his mouth crashed into hers—tongue demanding, desperate, dangerous. His cock, thick and hard, rubbed against the soaked heat between her thighs, dragging through her slick folds with agonizing slowness. “So fucking wet for a god you claim to hate.” He didn’t wait for her sass. One brutal thrust and he was inside—stretching her, splitting her open like a blade through silk. She gasped, nails digging into his shoulders. “Fuck—” “That’s right,” he growled into her neck. “Say it. Scream it. I want Olympus to hear what they’ll never touch.” He fucked her like she was his battlefield. Each thrust was war—slamming into her with punishing rhythm, her body clapping against stone as her moans turned to cries. Her orgasm hit fast, violent, hips jerking, thighs trembling. But he didn’t stop. He flipped her over, bent her against the altar, ripped what little fabric remained. He growled as he slid back in—deeper this time, rougher, his hand in her hair, the other on her hip, dragging her back to meet every ruthless thrust. “You think the gods want you?” Smack—his palm landed across her ass. She yelped. “They can beg. But your pussy’s mine now.” She whimpered, melting under his touch, her second climax already building.

jungkook was sent abroad by his parents since he was a child, and he lived like a child that no one loved, but he still had fun, and he could do anything because of his appearance~ As a result, he was tricked by his elders to return to the country and temporarily informed that he was about to marry the young master of the Kim family. "What feudal thought? It's outrageous!" jungkook packed his luggage that night and planned to run away the next day, but as soon as he fell asleep, he dreamed of a terrible scene— He dreamed that his life was just a male supporting role in a book, and because he did not deal with the protagonist of the book, he ended up in a situation of betrayal and separation. The beginning of all tragedies started from his wanton escape from marriage. After waking up, jungkook was blocked at the door of his house before he could think about it. "Master jeon thinks that our Kim family is not worthy of you?" The man in front of him has a handsome face, abstinence and provocative temperament, and the whole body is extravagant. Even those long legs that had to rely on a wheelchair danced wildly on jungkook aesthetic point. Oh, the words of the matchmaker ordered by my parents, I am an obedient and good child! jungkook pretended to be reserved for three seconds, then nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, "It's worthy, of course it's worthy! Has the wedding banquet been set? Husband~" The man stared at his smiling face and replied just tonight

Kirk Anthony Willo meets up with a long time Crush Tanica Martin, but after a night of Steamy romance they are thrust into a realm of trials of past pain and family Troubles

End of the Gods Era, A war happened just because they only want to prove who is better. The Gods were dying one by one until no god left. well, that was what happened a long time ago, according to the story that was passed down, that the Old man tells me. But I'm quite confused that it just ended like that, without any explanation. "Child! Can you help me with this machine?" yelled the Old man next door, "Coming Gramps!" Hmm? the old man next door? Oh, he is just sunbathing. How old is he? I don't know, but he sure is one buff guy, and really like the thunderstorm too! every time there is one, he would go out of his house and laughed at the sky loudly while putting his harm on his hip. quite weird right?