Tramp

Tramp

Synopsis•, A drunken prostitute falls in the arms of a kind worldwide handsome actor named Kim Seokjin.

Category's• Romcom, Sexual Themes, Foul language, and Crude humor

Duos• Prostitute! Chubby! Reader x Actor! Kim Seokjin

🎂Happy Birthday, Handsome!🎂

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I Hate All Men But When (Vol. 1)- A heartbreaker (Vol. 3)

The harsh downpour halted your slumber. The sudden relaxation of being covered in plush unnerved you. The only thing you could recall is fleeing for that creep-the rest in a blurry mess. You felt strange..but not in a bad way, observing your surroundings was a quick reminder you weren't at your rinky-dink apartment.

No, this is beyond you or anything your lint fulled pockets can buy.

Take this um robe you wake up wearing for example from fabric and quality you can tell this handmade masterpiece probably wasn’t sold at your local Walmart.

A mesh maroon-colored robe with fur on the cuffs and bottom, something an old fashion movie star diva would wear when she killed her father then collected the insurance money.

Matter of fact this whole room has expensive taste. Of course, you have bigger and better things to worry about like who the hell’s home you are in but honestly, you’ve been in much nastier circumstances like that time with the Thailand Mafia boss-

“Thank goodness, You're finally awake. I thought you may have suffered a head injury.”

A well-dressed man perhaps in his mid-twenties appeared you carrying a tray of what you assume to be food. The man had almond-shaped eyes, a common haircut, rosy cheeks (likely from the cold winds outside.), and puffy red lips.

“You fainted” He explained. “ I was simply worried about you and brought you in to take aid your wounds.” He speaks so properly. “Nothing more.”

“And the change of clothes was for kicks-?”

“Here...it’s hot cocoa.” He carefully passed a sparkly purple mug to you. The sweet aroma was a punch in the face so much so you forget to blow before taking a sip.

“Hot! Hot!” but yummy.

A small chuckle squeaked out the man from your whipped cream mustache. The man gently wiped the residue away with a handkerchief.

“Listen, Mister if your looking for a good time because of this I don’t owe you jack.” You shoved his hand into his chest, ripping the covers off you to stand up.

“Be careful, You’re stitches may come loose-“ The man made the mistake of grabbing you by your arm.

“Hands off the merchandise!” You brutally kicked the man off the bed and on to harsh wooden floor.

“Aish!” He gasped at the already throbbing pain in his back.

You made a seat out of his abdomen. “ Don’t get me wrong, your very handsome but sometimes it’s the looker who be the real creeps.” Giving up close and personal you whispered against his ear. “And I’m not going down that road again.”

You step on his chest to hold him down as you got up. You stomped off.

You were mean as a rattlesnake but had the appearance of a kitten by size. Your voice was like velvet and beauty is unmistakable. The man saw you out in displeasure yet adored your eccentric walk.

A woman as bold as you only come once in a lifetime so the man cried out.

“You’ll freeze out.” Could you hear the desperation in his voice?

“I’ll manage” You rebuttal over your shoulder. “ What do you care anyway, handsome? We just met.”

“I just-Whoever tried to harm you still may be out there-”

“Second verse same as the first, Why do you give a good goddamn what happens to me.” This time you actually did turn around and what a sight it was.

The man’s face was redder than a beet and you could practically see his heart thumping through his silk pajamas and just off that look you got the gist of it.

“What. Do you have a crush on me or something?” You teased.

The man’s Adam's apple jumped. “You are very beautiful.” He shamelessly admitted. “It’s hard nowadays to find someone whose beauty somewhat rivals my own.” He dusts himself off. “ So yes. I have drawn a liking to you.”

You rolled your eyes but you that you think about it; this place is way better than being out in the cold. Maybe you should take him up on his offer.

“Well, Mister?” You paused for him to fill in the blank.

“Kim Seokjin but World Wide Handsome is preferred.”

Despite his answer, you called him, Jin. “Jin, I might as well keep you company since my schedule is free.” You fell back on his mattress.

“You must be hungry. I'll cook dinner.” Jin walked off mumbling something about not having enough ingredients for kimchi.

The last time you had home cooking was back in your youth before your life transferred you into the Queen of sluts that you are today.

It's only a matter of time until he finds out what you are and become like all the others but it's fun to play dress-up even if it's for just a night. Right?

so little wife vol 4 soon?😏

Very Soon.

🌺 The Flower Boys🌺

Chapter Two: Namjoon The Bookworm

You, him, And his Brothers?! An arrange marriage wife gets more than handful dealing with a witty handsome husband and his gangs of flowers.

Heir's Grandson! Ot7 x Chubby! Reader

Marriage Au, Kdrama Vibes, Strong Language, Hide your hearts because Namjoon ready to steal, Cheesy Romance

In South Korea, They call pretty men flowers.🌸

Run Away Bride.I -

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"I understand that you don't want to marry me but it's dangerous roaming these streets like a stray kitten." Namjoon actually smiled at the sight of you. "Hop on."

“No.” What a short and sweet answer. You thought you were able to stroll on your way to nowhere but that ‘No.’ didn't satisfy Namjoon’s sweet tooth.

“Fiesty little thing.” He mumbles before this time blocking your path with his motorcycle. “ Your family is worried about you-”

“No, they're not, well at least not my father. mother maybe...” You rolled your eyes.

“Yn, Be rational-”

“Don’t say my name as if you know me.” You snapped at Namjoon and carried on to your destination to nowhere.

“Wait. Wait” Namjoon grabbed hold of Yn’s forearm.

“Don’t touch me-“

“Please Yn, Please listen to me. I have a morbid understanding of arranged marriages; how outrageous and unjust they are but as for you walking without a destination is out of the question.”

Namjoon scolding seemed to do the trick. His silver tongue convinced you your night would be safer in his care.

“Are you hungry?” This question leads up to both eyeing down a menu at a popular American-inspired diner-it’s quite popular with the residents due to the foreign experience and food.

Namjoon took the privilege of ordering for you claiming their pancakes are a taste of heaven on earth. You didn't care enough to engage in the conversation when he brought up his childhood reason for loving the place.

“Oh, She’s a bride.”

“How pretty!”

“She looks foreign-Did you think she’s a princess?” A couple of high school girls gossiped the next booth over. Expressing their fairy tale dreams of getting wedded to their soul mate.

No doubt from an outsider's perspective The two of you look like a couple of star-crossed lovers who ditch their wedding to be alone yet that couldn’t be further from the truth.

“ Here, You go.” The Waitress’s expression was over the moon it was plain to see she’s a sucker for romance.

Namjoon frowned his brows. “I’m sorry, We did order yet.”

"The chef made this special for you two, Mr. Kim, as a celebration for your wedding." She gushed. "May I say you have the prettiest wife?" She whispered to Namjoon but obliviously you are in earshot.

"She is breathtaking, isn't she?" Namjoon shot up his brow, A strange habit you noted since you meet him earlier this morning.

The waitress agreed with a giggle before backing away to return to work.

“Just because I’m sitting here. Doesn’t mean anything.. You haven’t won.”

Namjoon didn't show much interest in your sour attitude. He merely shrugged. “Again, I'm not your enemy-I brought you because I was worried about you walking around at night by yourself.” He explained.

“Then you would have no problem finding me a place to stay.”

By no means does Namjoon owe you anything but behind your saucy behavior was just a plea for help and your cunning fianée knew it.

“Of course.”

“Wait-Really?” Keeping the tough attitude stride strong was different after Namjoon agreed to your terms. You didn’t expect him to actually indulge let alone oblige!

“If-”

Damn, Celebrated too quickly.

“ If you do me a small favor.” A sly grin hid in the corner of his mouth.

My, My look at how the tables have turned. “And what would that be?”

……..

“My Father’s library?”

“The lights are off,” Namjoon said in dismay.

“I know the passcode to the lock. I could just open it for you.” You were about to do so before Namjoon pulled you away by your hand.

“That’s breaking and entering,” Namjoon warned.

“ I don’t think my father would mind and I’m not breaking anything so I’m just entering plus whatever you want is in there and deals a deal.” You clarified, punching in the code.

You caught the shimmer in Namjoon’s eyes like this place was a type of paradise, making you raise the question. “ What are you looking for?” You got off your aching feet watching Namjoon scramble and search through millions of bookcases.

“Oh.” He paused, reaching into his waistcoat pocket to retrieve a pair of circular spectacles. Namjoon took a breath of satisfaction. “Much better.” For a reason, even I’m not quite sure, Namjoon held his stare towards you, maintaining it until he stood in front of your seated figure.

You opened your mouth to speak but he beat you to the punch, kneeling down before you. “ You must be chilly,” He wrapped his coat around your shoulders. “You’re stunning with and without my glasses.” He mumbled.

Speechless, You ogled his thick muscles as he continued his search. Fifteen-minute flew by and so did your will to stay awake. You woke up to movement but not your own as if you were resting on something-someone.

Your lashes fluttered open to Namjoon’s hands holding an open book, He hummed a soft tune while flipping the pages.

Your head was on his shoulder, honestly, you could stay like this forever but you held up your end of the bargain now it’s time to hold up his.

“Did you find what you were looking for?”

Namjoon jumped a bit. “Oh, I thought you were still asleep, I didn’t want to wake you, and yes.”

“What’s so important about this book?”

“It's rare. Only a few exist in Korea. I searched up and low but to no avail and this library was my last chance to maybe find it.” He smiled putting his dimples on display. “ Thank you, Yn.”

You didn't realize how close you were until the tip of his nose touched yours.

“Pretty..” The words slipped off your tongue as you got lost in Namjoon’s big brown orbs.

“Excuse me?” He chuckled, knowing full well what you said.

“You're Welcome! That's what I said!-now, it’s time to fly the coop.” You stood.

Namjoon did the same. “Of course, Let’s go.”

9:56 PM, At The Lotte Hotel Seoul

“Woah, This place is beautiful.”

“Let’s get you in before anyone sees you,” Namjoon took your hand in his large one and rushed in.

….

Namjoon bid his farewell to you rapidly not wanting to blow your cover. “ I gave you my number just in case you find yourself in danger.”

You sighed about this entire day, sliding down into the soothing bubbly bathwater, You can’t help but think about Namjoon’s kindness even when you were acting all tough with him….and he’s very pretty with cute eyes, deep dimples, muscles-

You squeaked when his smile popped up in your head. Goodness, You could feel your cheeks overheating.

“No!” You slam your fist making a loud splash. “ You will not fall for him. What is this some cheesy drama?! I probably will never see him or his family again anyway.”

can you turn 💥strong man bangtan💥 into a story? and when do your otherwise stories continue?

You really want strong man as a story?!

Ok then and I’m working on the rest.

RM x GQ behind

Tramp

Synopsis•, A drunken prostitute falls in the arms of a kind worldwide handsome actor named Kim Seokjin.

Category's• Romcom, Sexual Themes, Foul language, Crude humor, and Drug Use (Smoking)

Duos• Prostitute! Chubby Reader  x Actor! Seokjin

All men do is lie.

Cheat, and steal your heart just to leave a man-made gash in your chest, holding the pulsing muscle and stomping on it into the cement.

They think they own every little thing their filthy fingernails can touch, including people, especially you. This cloudy night is a prime example; tonight was gorgeous; you decide to treat yourself to lecherous men wallets, and you were living the limelight headed from party to party, snatching pitiful bastards paychecks like a debt collector.

It was all fine and dandy until a creep who couldn’t take a hint and dose your drink, putting you in this predicament,

The toxins scorched your loins at an alarming rate to the point where moving becomes a choir. God, it felt as if you were on your last leg before collapsing.

“ Hey! Are you alright!?” The male’s voice inched closer with each prolonging blink. “ Don’t be afraid; I’m Jin.” He cloaked his winter coat over your exposed plushy thighs; the scent of his sweet cologne penetrated your senses.

Those eyelids of yours weighed a ton; the pink plush of his lips was the only thing at eye level as you proceed to faint.