#K-pop x black reader

[mggsv]

STORE RUN !

c. yeonjun x black!f reader || (18+) || reblogs would be appreciated <3 !!

warnings: none really! fluff. mentions of vaginal bleeding (reader’s on their period), cursing, man buying lady stuff !!

Yeonjun’s nickname for you is Baba..don’t ask why, i think it’s very fitting for him (lol)

“What’s wrong Baba?” His lips are in a small pout while he listened to you whine on the other end of the phone, followed by a loud groan.

“My uterus is beating my ass..can you grab me some pads? The ones I usually get- oh, better yet, there’s this pad underwear I like to get too- can you get that as well?” As you’re talking, Yeonjun could only stare at the doors of the store he was in, thinking if he left now he wouldn’t have to go on such a complicated mission.

“Pads..right.” He finishes, a sudden fear running down his back at your silence on the other end of the phone. “Junie..” You start, followed by a small chuckle. “You know what I’m talking about right?”

“Yeah-yeah! Duh, cmon now. I can get pussy stuff for my girlfriend. Cmon, what else you need, some chocolates? I’ll get that too.” He huffs, grabbing a small basket and immediately heading for the snack isle to start filling it with your favorite snacks and his as well.

You start cackling at the “pussy stuff” comment. Yeonjun was always a sweet guy to you, you were similar in lots of ways which meant you bickered over every damn thing. But it was especially worse when you’re on your period, the way you’d quite literally be going to war with him.

He hums in your ear as you lay there in bed with him on speaker. You had freshened up, using the last pad you had until he returned. Another thing Yeonjun did was sing to you. The heating pad warmed your body but it didn’t help as much as you thought it did, like every month.

“You know, I watched this video once where this woman said that if you put your feet in warm water it’ll help. You wanna try that?” He gets the idle with the feminine products, eyes scanning for the ones he’s most familiar with.

“..Mm, probably.” You whine, feeling your stomach turn at the sudden pain. “It hurts..” You groan.

Yeonjun cracked a small smile, his fingers twitched instinctively. Usually he’d be there in bed with you, rubbing your body to help best he could. Once he finds the pads he goes down just a bit for the underwear you mentioned.

“What size for these? I don’t wanna get anything too big or too small.”

You yawn, telling him your size and he happily grabs two of the boxes. He listens patiently, looking over his basket of things while you tell him about some other stuff you’ve wanted to try that you’ve heard about. Not knowing that there were some ladies talking around him- about him.

He smiled and nodded anyways as if you could see him. “Mhm…eh- you want some food before i get back? I got snacks but I can get some takeout?”

“Yes please.” you squeaked, giggling to yourself on how spoiled he had you. “And when you get back you can finish helping me take down my hair.”

“What? Hang on baby i think you’re cutting out-“

“Yeonjun-“

“Ahhh i can’t hear you bad reception love you bye beautiful!”

You couldn’t even stop yourself from laughing, waiting on him to come back.

[herslvt]

K-pop Soft Thoughts with Ateez Maknae Line

From a black female writer-

My men 🤭 anyway enjoy there are no warnings unless you think Jasmine is better than Rapunzel…then we got a problem.

Hyung version

ATEEZ members who spoil the literal hell out of you and treat you like a princess in their own individual ways, but this time featuring the sassy members because they’re princesses too and you can’t say otherwise!

San! Who loves to feed you not in a teasing way, but in an ‘I love you and I want the best for you’ type way. You’ll just be sitting on the couch minding your business and he’ll come up to you, favorite snack in hand and feed you. He knows he doesn’t have too but he wants too so he does.

San! Who adores you so much you’re glued at the hip, and when you’re not glued at the hip he’s got you on FaceTime because in his words he can’t breath if you’re not there, when you two are together he’ll wrap you in his arms and continue to complain about you not being close enough. If he could have you under his skin he would which is insane because you and him both know he’ll be fine but he just has to be a little dramatic first. (I love pushing the clingy Ateez agenda)

Mingi! Who once dedicated a song to you, but it made him so shy he refused to tell you about it for months. When he finally let you listen to it, he wasn’t expecting much of a reaction from you but you ended up breaking down in tears which then led to him doing the same. He wasn’t expecting you to like it but you did and he was happy.

Mingi! Who literally gets shy when you call him princess minki as a joke. He’s so used to Atiny and the members doing it to tease him so when you did it for the first time he was definitely flustered. He wouldn’t admit it but he thought it was adorable how you addressed him in that way every time he entered a room you were in. Regardless though, you were his baby and he wouldn’t let you forget that even if you called him princess for fun,

Wooyoung! Who debates with you on who the best Disney princesses are but ultimately gives into your opinion because he loves you (you threatened him) even then he still will refuse to admit Rapunzel was better than Jasmine but you let it slide just for now. He did agree with you that Mulan and Tiana were number 1 so you gave him the benefit of the doubt. (Bro I feel like all of them would do this at some point, just sit and argue w you over Disney movies and stuff)

Wooyoung! Who accidentally on purpose buys two of everything or always orders extra of whatever. He just got a new jacket? Just so happens they sent him an extra. He got food? Suddenly he ate earlier and isn’t as hungry. You know he’s doing it on purpose, but you won’t acknowledge it. He wants you to have whatever he has and if that means buying everything for two he doesn’t mind, though he knows you’ll just complain about his being better anyway. (Strong believer that Jongho would do the same.)

Jongho! Who will sing you to sleep. You beg him to sing to you and he always refuses, but when he knows your drifting off to sleep and barely still in this world he’ll sing a song that you love to relax you and as much as he refuses to admit it he enjoys it. The way he can feel you relaxing in his arms when he starts softly singing melts his heart.

Jongho! Who cherishes his time with you so much he has to take a picture whenever you’re together. Though they never leave the confines of his gallery, he likes looking at them when you’re not around. He has pictures of you doing any and everything, you in the kitchen looking for food, you walking back to the couch to sit down. He doesn’t care what you’re doing, the more domestic the better. You’re his home though he’d never admit it. You don’t even know to the extent of his picture taking goes. He even has a picture of you scratching an itch and he absolutely does not care.

[xotaemintol]

(18+ college AU) PARK JISUNG X FEM BLACK READER: Unravel Me (Part. 2)

♡“There's something in the sun, or the air….” ♡

(Romantic, dramatic, semi slow burn. Includes fluff and smut.) PRONOUNS USED: SHE/HER RATING: 18+ (no smut yet.) FLUFF TWS: None Part: 2/5 ♡Part.1 Word count: 2059

JISUNG’S POV

"Dude, I swear! She was smiling and everything!" I told Chenle when I got back to our dorm and started explaining what happened, and of course, he didn't believe a word I said. He kept swearing that I was exaggerating, but how could I make this up? "So then what?" He asked, "Did you get her number?" When he asked this, I paused...technically, I don't have her number; she has mine, and she still hasn't texted me. So no. "Well...no, but-" He stopped me and laughed as Mark shook his head with a sigh. "HA! I knew it!" He said, "You have no balls! Dude, you need to be more confident in yourself," He added. I couldn't help but roll my eyes as he began his usual speech about how I'm too 'shy'; he's been giving the same long-winded speech for three years. Ever since I showed interest in Y/N, he's been telling me the same thing repeatedly: "You're gonna miss out if you don't." As he said this, I huffed and sat down at my desk. They've been saying this for so long now, and as far as I can see, things are going well.

I leaned my head against my arm and muttered, "Well, she has my number...so I'll have hers when she texts me." Feeling slightly annoyed and bitter about their opinions, I can handle this perfectly fine—waiting isn't wrong; I want to do it perfectly; if I confess to her, I want it to feel natural. As they continued to talk silently, I flipped through the pages of my notebook, wishing I had asked for her number. I would've texted her by now; it's been at least three hours since then...maybe she forgot? Or she's busy? I exhale deeply. Who am I kidding? I would probably wait a whole day to text her if I had her number; even with the project being our reason for talking, I'd still take so long to say something. So maybe she's the same way? I mentally ask myself, "Is she?" I can easily recall all the people who talk to her daily. Whenever I see her, someone is talking to her and asking her about her day.

Y/N may not be precisely extroverted or introverted, but she's way more friendly than me. So it seems strange that she'd be nervous to text me. She didn't precisely seem anxious to be sitting next to me or to approach me as I was leaving, so maybe it's just that she's busy. "Jisung." I mean, it's not unrealistic. "Jisung." We're both college students; there's no way she doesn't have homework or something. "Jisung!" I mean, she seemed pretty happy talking to me, so- "Jisung!" I cringed as I heard Chenle yell my name; I turned to him with wide eyes, and they both stared at me with concerned expressions. "We're going to get something to eat. Do you want to come?" I only shake my head; I can't eat right now, not while my stomach is in knots. "Are you sure? Do you want us to bring you anything to eat then?" Asked Mark. I shook my head again, and they both gave me one more worried look before saying okay and leaving.

As they grab their jackets and a set of keys, I turn back to the wall and look up at the ceiling. Maybe I should've been a little bolder. "Jisung," As Mark called my name, I turned my head to him; "Don't stress too much, dude," He said, "Don't overthink it too much; all you have to do is be yourself." Hearing Mark say this made me sigh, but I could only nod—he was right. Maybe I am overthinking this too much. As the door closes, I reach into my pocket to check my phone; I haven't gotten one notification in the past four hours. As I click the power button and the screen remains black, my eyes go wide. "What?!" I groan and rush over to my bed, realizing that I was so excited to tell them about what happened that I forgot to charge my phone. "...No way..."

THIRD PERSON

As you rewrite your entire essay, you nervously bite your lip. You texted Jisung three hours ago, and he still hasn't responded. You thought that maybe you were too excited; "Maybe I should've waited a little longer," You said to yourself, or maybe your text was too awkward. You groaned as you thought about it again, looking over to your phone as you slammed your hands down on your desk and stared at your screen. "Was it that bad?" You asked yourself aloud, "I mean..." You paused and began to reach for your phone. "Maybe I should tell him I was just joking?" You stopped as an anxious feeling filled your body; your stomach felt like it was doing cartwheels, and your heart was racing. "God, I can't work like this." You pushed yourself away from your desk and stood up, saying, "I'm acting like I asked him to be my boyfriend or something; it's just a simple text; the worst he can do is make it blatantly obvious that he hates me."

You huffed and went to your mini fridge to grab a water bottle, "I mean...he obviously doesn't, though; he was so red it would stop traffic." You shook your head, hoping it would calm you down; you grabbed a cold bottle of water, cracked the top open, and took a refreshing sip. But just as you were starting to feel relaxed and enjoy the cool drink, your phone dinged, making you choke on the water as your eyes went wide. As you hurriedly put the top back onto your water, you simultaneously rushed back to your desk to check your phone. "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!" You chanted. Standing before your desk, you closed your eyes and took a deep breath, hoping to prepare yourself for the best and the worst mentally. As you slowly opened your eyes, you reached for your phone. You unlocked it, slowly opening your notifications with your heart pounding and your stomach feeling unbelievably warm from the anxiousness.

'Sungie.'

You squealed as you read his name and jumped around before dramatically falling to your knees and screaming. Gripping your phone tightly, you closed your eyes again and tried to calm yourself a little before standing up again. This time—feeling slightly more nervous, you sat down and opened your eyes actually to read his message.

Sungie: haha, sorry, I forgot to charge my phone

Although your heart felt calmer, you still felt so on edge, and he hadn't even acknowledged your message...was it that bad? You inhaled profoundly and decided you'd have to put these nervous feelings aside if you wanted this to go anywhere after this project.

You: it's okay, lol

You: I thought you were just busy

The moment you hit send, it delivered, and without a second of it being sent, it said in tiny letters: 'read' and he was typing.

Sungie: oh, I wasn't busy

Sungie: I actually went right back to my dorm

Sungie: I actually thought you forgot to text me and got a little worried

And just like he did, you responded right away.

You: of course not lol

You: I actually went back to my dorm too

This time, your message was left delivered for a second longer, and every second, you felt more and more anxious. Were you being too dull? Your mind rambled in those few seconds until you finally got another text.

‘Replying to : do you mind if I call you instead? I'm a lot better on the phone hahaha’↩︎

Sungie: I don't mind...

Sungie: I think I'm better on the phone than I am texting too so I'd like that more hahahaahahahahaha

Sungie: is now okay for you?

Your eyes went wide...he responded to it? Of course, he did, but it still shocked you. His liking of the idea especially dumbfounded you, and you thought that asking to call him instead of texting was a little too pushy for him or that he'd feel uncomfortable. But this blew your mind.

You: Now is fine

Just as you were typing another message, your phone began to ring, and your heart pounded against your chest so hard that it ran through your ears and your stomach filled with butterflies. Your shaky hands held your phone as you smiled and took a second to collect yourself before answering the FaceTime call. Your heart skipped a beat as you looked at him. Jisung’s phone was already set up, and he was sitting right in front of it—his cheeks as rosy as could be with a shy smile that made your knees feel weak even as you sat down. He cleared his throat, nervously pushing his hair back as he said softly in a shy tone, "Uhm, hi." You couldn't hold back the smile on your face as he asked cutely, "Did I call too fast?" You laughed a little and shook your head as you sat your phone down in front of you. "No..." The awkward silence between the two of you didn't feel too bad. For a second, you both just sat staring at each other and fiddling with your thumbs until Jisung finally spoke.

"Sorry, I don't mean to stare...I'm a little nervous," He said. You wanted to scream at how cute he was, and his shy tone matched his gentle, deep voice so perfectly. How could you not swoon? "It's okay," You said with a laugh. "I'm nervous, too," He smiled even more and laughed as he looked away and cleared his throat again. "But this is good, and it'll help us with our project if we're both nervous...so let's try to talk a lot."

Seconds turned to minutes, and minutes to hours. Before you both knew it, three hours had passed, and you had jumped from every subject possible—from your favorite teachers to your favorite foods and movies. It only took a few minutes for him to open up to you. To your surprise, so much was hiding underneath his seemingly cold and calm exterior. He talked about his interests so passionately and listened to yours so attentively, responding and asking questions when you mentioned something you liked, even though it seemed like he already knew about some of them. The conversation was going so smoothly that you had forgotten what you should be doing. Neither of you could care about that right now, though—the relaxed and comfortable atmosphere was just too good for you to return to work.

“Lemon milk tea?” You laughed as you questioned his odd choice, “That’s the drink you’d pick if you could only drink one thing for a whole month?” Jisung nodded as he laughed. “It’s so good, and I could drink that for two months straight if I had to.” You shook your head and rolled over on your back, holding your phone above your face. Jisung asked, “Well, what would yours be?” You hummed playfully and jokingly said, “Water.” As he laughed at your joke, you could hear a door open and a voice in the background asking, “Are you talking to yourself?” Immediately, Jisung stopped laughing and looked in the direction the voice came from. “Uhm, hold on.” You nodded as he muted the call and stood up. Laying on your back, you smiled as you happily waited for him to return; you hadn’t been in such a good mood in so long, especially because of a guy.

You couldn’t believe that Jisung was showing so much interest in you. The only time you saw him seem even remotely interested in anything was when he was in class if he had to speak. Just thinking about it made you like him even more. As he rushed back to his phone, he quickly picked it up and unmuted it. “Could I call you back later? My roommates are back.” You nodded and smiled, saying happily, “Sure, I don’t mind.” He looked at you one last time with a smile and said, “Okay...” Sounding just as happy as you. As happily as he did, you muttered a soft “Okay.” before he finally hung up, you pressed your phone against your chest and closed your eyes tightly as you silently squealed and kicked your feet.

[fuck-your-chickenstrips-hoe]

Some days, all I can think about is the unquenchable longing for 2014-2019 Wattpad fics. I miss the storylines. I miss the emotional termoal so good that my parents used to just give up as soon as I mentioned, "So there's this book....". I miss the character development of Y/N and OCs. I miss the weird ass Sex. I miss the randomly placedJackson Wang and how he could just show up no matter the fandom. I miss the weird fan theories. I miss the beef in the comment section. I miss the WACK ass mash-ups. [ There was absolutely 0 reason for Paw Patrol X Obama] Shit, I really miss the samless creativity and the hate for paying for fics.

The Point is that I miss you 2014-2019 wattped.....

[ktt-nz]

I wanna start writing fanfics for my K-pop girlies of color 👀 I noticed there’s a drought around these parts

[bella2367744]

See guys I’m sorry I know I said that I was going to write the yuta x bunny y/n and I will promise but ,(Lee heeseung x black y/n is like 😵‍💫.)Its in my mind I can’t stop it so there for I will just jump right 

As always MDNI and cause I think that everyone in anime and k-pop would have a black gf 🤪✊

So if you don’t like it fuck off my dick 

Hope yall injoy  

•Like just think a black y/n going to enhypen’s fan meet and walking up to Heeseungs table the second he lays eyes on you he immediately gets hard . Like he has never see anyone that looks as sexy as you did, in the skirt it’s not that you were showing a lot of skin but the way the skirt covered your big ass and slightly showed off the big thighs riled something in him and yall know how freaky Heeseung is so yes or no 

[tomanyhusbandz]

Insecure

Summary: Quick VERY short story about Hyunjin x Black fem reader at a fashion show and reader gets a little insecure and jealous of his close relationship with Donatella Versace and he reassures her that she doesn’t have to worry about losing his attention or him to anyone.

Authors note : Hi my first imagine in a longgggggg time so please cut me some slack this is all over the place because it was off the top of my head so enjoy my mess :)

No smut,insecure reader,Kissing,Light touching,fem reader, Black reader, possible talk of smut

He hugged Donatella and then Anne for what felt like an eternity and you stood posing for pictures awkwardly not knowing how to stand showing your face here already made you anxious after what happened in the media when the world found out about you and Hyunjin after being in the shadows for about too years not because of Hyunjin but because you where insecure.

“Looks like i have competition …’’ you say to Hyunjin as he slides beside you wrapping his arm around your waist cameras flickering and flashing,his name being shouted over and over paparazzi begging him to face in there direction

Currently we where at a fashion show Hyunjin was invited by Donatella Versace herself to attended and of course he was going to except who wouldn’t really but he was only allowed to come alone due to his managements advice of not having me “Distract him” but against there will he brung me anyways and I happily attended with no hesitation not wanting to skip out on being able to wear the custom Versace gown he had secretly got done for me a while back. The black gown fitting neatly over my curves with a low hanging v cut in the middle and a backless chain on my spin made me feel irresistible but i also felt a twinge of insecurity and maybe jealousy of how close Hyunjin got with Donatella forgetting i was even around but it may have just been from my past experiences of all ways being left out.

“What agi ? (Baby in Korean)” Hyunjin says through his teeth while smiling at the camera

“Nothin .. just something stupid .. Donatella really likes you ?” I say to him as he waves over to his fans is and placed his hand on your bare lower back pushing you along down the red carpet

“Y/N .. please don’t start this right here agi’’ leaning over into you he kisses my ear and rubbing soft circles along your warm brown skin he did this when he knew where the conversation was going or when he didn’t want you upset anymore

“Im not tryin to start anything I can’t help when i feel like this thats why i try to keep it to myself.. So never mind enjoy your night ” you say pouting you finally making it to your seats and getting comfortable

Before you could say anything else you noticed Hyunjin flexing his jaw this situation was agitating him but he tried to keep a gentle look on his porcelain face he didn’t say a word then suddenly he grabbed the bottom of your chair and pulled you closer to him making your dress fall off your legs a little soft brown skin peeking through your silt on your dress as you crossed them. Your leg falls over his lap and you can’t help but shift nervously in your seat as some people start to stare he smirks to himself before rubbing his ringed fingers softly over your thigh you give him a once over look and can’t help but smile a little at his sudden gesture of love. He was always like this with you in matter where you were or who was around he liked to subtly and sometimes not subtly reassure you, you where his world and his life and the same when for you. 

Leaning in closely he rubbed his nose against your cheek lovingly cameras flashed and for the first time today you didn’t mind..

“Jinny .. i feel like a child when this happens .. I can’t believe im acting like this over a older women .. it’s okay if you hate me ” you say in a whisper over the loud music playing models heels click on the runway Donatella and the others sitting beside you both trying not to look at your private yet not private display of affection

“Don’t .. don’t do that agi ..you know how i feel about you Y/N I’ve been dating you for too years in secret might i add because I wanted to respect how you felt about going public even though i was dying to show you off ” he says looking over briefly at his manger who’s signaling him to stop the pda but he turns back to you and his hand goes a bit higher now under the dress rubbing your hip

“ I know I know and i respect that your always a gentleman, but I’m scared ill lose you’’ you say to him holding his jaw in your well manicured hand his skin looked good with your black glitter acrylic nails

“Agi .. just because i take my attention off of you sometimes doesn’t mean I’m gonna leave but if you want me to i can remind you like i did last night’’ he says his eyes looking up at yours innocently with that teasing smirk then back down at your glossy lips

You lean in and close the space kissing his pink lips gentle he smiles into the kiss playfully pinching your thigh briefly you giggle in joy of not just the affection but the words he said to you before the kiss. Pulling away you peck his lips again and again making him laugh as well you both being more enticed by the thought of being in the news in the next hour you don’t stop still holding his chin you kiss all over his face leaving lips stick stains to match is black suite nicely before you could continue his manger was sitting behind you both whispering to stop.

“Sorry i got carried away I mean look at him’’ you say to his manager with a small laugh trying you wipe off the lipstick stains on his face but Hyunjin grabs your wrist gentle stopping you

“No no .. leave it’’ He says his thumb rubbing soft circles along your wrist

“ Why ?” You say with a puzzled expression

“Cause then everyone knows im yours and you’ll have no more reasons to be insecure” he says with a smile on his face lightly slapping the side of your thigh bitting his bottom lip this man was going to be the death of you



[seulszn]

FROM ME TO YOU

Repeat after me: don’t let anybody Mentally abuse you. And don’t let anybody talk down about you or bring your confidence down. You are your own person nobody else is in control of your life. No matter who it is: your parents, teachers, friends, strangers on the street, and significant others.

They have no impact on your life whatsoever and if you feel like they do cut them off don’t let those people bring you down it’s your life do what you want and be who you want Ik I might be a stranger on the internet but I’m speaking from experience. If you feel like cutting your family off will bring you peace DO IT, if you have to cut off your friends DO IT don’t let anyone or anybody stop you from achieving that life you want. Again it’s your life nobody else don’t feel like you have to change something because someone doesn’t like it and don’t compare yourself to others either.

I know it’s a hard world out there but trust me it’s gonna get better if you drop all of those toxic things and people from your life. I mean it and I love you even if you don’t feel like it. If you ever wanna talk my dms are always opened or you can message me on Instagram on my backup and main account: i6milfs & jolyneswif3

- MJ <3

[writtenbynamu]

𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞

✫7:20 am, Wednesday, December 6, 2019

Your morning started the way it always did around this time of year; with you all alone in a bed big enough to fit at least three people (7 if you tried hard enough). The sheets had become a tangled mess around you, most likely from all the tossing and turning you did when the boys had left.

It was something they had come to notice over the years. No matter how deep in sleep you were, you became restless as soon as the warmth of the body(ies) that were pressed up against you had disappeared, so did your peace. It was as if your subconscious could sense that they were no longer with you, and it always ended up with you rolling around aimlessly in bed searching for wouldn't return until you finally got tired of it and woke up.

You groaned as you forced your eyes open, exhaustion hitting you as soon as you did so. It was mama day, meaning it was a performance day, meaning that Jungkook couldn’t sleep which by extension meant that you couldn’t sleep either. You had stayed up listening to him ramble on about how nervous he was and how upset he would be with himself if he made a single mistake. You lay there softly whispering reassurances to him as you run your hands through his hair.

It was long now, as per your (totally not) drunk horny monologue six months ago about how frustrated you were that he had cut his hair You went on and on about how exhilarating it had been to rake your fingers along his scalp and just pull on his hair as he kissed you on both sets of your lips. Jungkook, the masochist he is, always found his eyes rolling to the back of his head, the pain from your acrylics digging into his skin and the mere force of your grip on his roots turning him on a little too much. And yet, he still had the audacity to chop it all off. You had almost driven yourself to the brink of tears, wailing about how gutted you had been when he walked in with an undercut instead of the loose perm he had left home to get.

“He’s so mean to me minnie, he lied” you sobbed as you threw yourself dramatically against Jiminin’s chest

“He said he was g-gonna get curls and came back with 4 bone straight inches of hair,” you wailed, throwing your head to the side. Then, as if having the biggest revelation of the century, you peeled your body off Jimin’s, landing squarely on the floor in your drunken stupor.

What little logic you had left told you that trying to stand up again would be a bad idea, so you switched over to your hands and knees instead. You locked your eyes on Yoongi and began to crawl until you were nestled between his open legs on the floor. You looked up at him, eyes glistening with unshed tears and lust and a collective gasp echoed in the room.

You found your grip on his knee and hauled yourself into his lap, one leg on either side of his lean body, straddling him.

“You’re sooo pret-pretty Oppa,” you said, hands coming up to stroke his cheeks. “You have the longest hair right now,” you whined, running your hand through the silky black strands. “You’re not gonna cut it are you daddy?’ you pouted.

A sharp thrust knocked the breath out of you, the roughness of his jeans hitting your clit through your flimsy shorts and your eyes widened in shock when you took in Yoongi’s hooded eyes and clenched jaw. Your brain hadn't registered it yet, how wet you were, how wet you were making Yoongi’s lap.

You were an emotional drunk, and it just so happened that one of those emotions was horniness. You tended to get particularly touchy whenever you had liquor in your system, your entire body running wildly hot. This usually took the form of you rubbing your ass against the nearest crotch you could reach, blindly seeking to soothe the dull ache between your thighs. It was always torture for your boyfriends because they couldn’t and wouldn't touch you when you got like this, no matter how prettily you begged for it. That night was no different.

Unbeknownst to you and your alcohol-impaired brain, you had been grinding on Yoongi the entire time. The Sheer tank top you wore with your tiny pyjama bottoms did nothing to hide the outline of your hardened nipples as you practically shoved your boobs in his face.

“Oppa…”

Yoongi ran a hand down his face in frustration and groaned. “Someone please get her off me and into bed” he begged. The snickers that rang out in the room made his face run hot with embarrassment and he threw a pillow at Jin who was doing a painfully poor job at muffling his laughter in Taehyung’s arm.

It was Namjoon who had finally come over and lifted you gently out of Yoongi’s lap, however, not quickly enough to stop you from licking a wet stripe across Yoongi’s lips.

“Hm, so pretty Oppa,” you said with a lopsided grin as Yoongi sat with his jaw slack.

If you hadn't been so out of it, you would've noticed Jimin promptly taking your place on Yoongi’s lap, and seen Hoseok drag Taehyung to his room… but the last thing you remember is the gentle press of lips to your forehead as Namjoon tucked you in for the night.

They had teased both you and Yoongi for weeks after, but they all avoided their hairstylist for a few months.

A small price to pay for a service so great.

You could tell just from the feel of it that his hair was due for a trim and deep treatment, but with all the styling and heat it would have to endure over the next 12 hours, you made a mental note to do it sometime next week.

You sat up in bed, back cracking as you did so, and reached over to grab your phone from the nightstand. You had 4 reminders and 3 messages

Minnie

Hi angel, we had to leave early for the final dress rehearsal :(

But! Hyung ordered you something really nice for breakfast

It should be coming around 10, EAT IT ALL OR I’LL BE MAD

Hoseokie Hyung is getting testy so I’m gonna put the phone

Down before he kills me. Can't wait to see you tonight!

I love you!

K🍪🍪k

Hi noona, sorry for keeping you awake last night:((((

I’ll let you paint my nails to make up for it okay?

Have a good day!

I can't wait to see you tonight<3

Grumpy Cat Man

Your nail appointment is at 12. We’ll send a driver at 11:30.

The dress gets dropped off at 3.

Makeup is at 7.

Don't forget your fan.

See you.

You couldn’t help but giggle at the juxtaposition between the three messages. You don't know why, but Yoongi’s formality over text was always funny to you. He always spoke in full sentences and with proper grammar as if he was speaking to a business associate and not someone whose mouth he spits in on a regular basis. Cute.

You spent the next two minutes or so replying to them, a flurry of “oh no don’t apologise”, “thank you’s” and ``I love you's''.

You finally detangled yourself from the sheets, stood up and stretched. Your bounds cracked loudly and a shiver ran through your body from how good it felt. You pulled your bonnet further down on your forehead, feeling that it had slipped almost to the middle of your head at some point during the night. But the thought of your freshly done hair already frizzing up didn't worry you for two reasons. 1. You slept on silk sheets and 2. You were wearing a scarf underneath. Your temple had screamed in protest as you secured the cloth tightly unto your head, but your hair had taken too much money and way too much time to let it go to waste. So you tied the scarf as tightly as you could and waited the requisite 30 minutes for the nagging pull on your forehead to fade.

✫10:08 am

By the time the food Jin ordered had arrived, you had already showered, brushed your teeth and slipped into your favourite (Namjoon’s) oversized shirt and some old shorts. Jin had ordered you a huge western spread from your favourite cafe. Pancakes, hashbrowns bacon and scrambled eggs complete with nutmeg-flavoured hot chocolate. You wondered how he was able to make the order that early in the morning. Surely they hadn't been open, but it was Jin and Jin had a way of always getting what he wanted when he wanted it, so you found it pointless to question. You took a bite of the hashbrown and nearly moaned. There was nothing you loved more in this world than a good potato, better yet golden brown, fried one. The eggs were fluffy and light, the bacon the right amount of crispy. Every bite you took made your insides warmer and your heart smiled from how content you were.

Halfway through your breakfast, you resolved to take a quick selfie as you stuffed your mouth with the pancakes, eyebrows drawn in a way that made you look as if you were angry with the food. You sent it to the group chat. Solid proof you had eaten so the boys wouldn’t worry and a way to scandalise Jungkook, you loved today.

✫1:34 pm

You sat in the nail salon, the overpowering smell of acrylic and plastic being worn away infiltrating your nose even through the mask you had on. You had been in the chair for almost an hour and a half now, having got there five minutes before your appointment. As yoongi promised, your driver had rung you from the lobby at 11:30 sharp. He sat across from you in the waiting area, eyes visibly watering and rubbing at his eyes.

You were the only client in the salon, all the other stations were dark except the one you were sitting at. This was the norm whenever you had an appointment of any kind. The boys always insisted that you were given the best and most discreet service possible. The only thing that kept you from feeling bad about the revenue the other workers would have lost at your expense was the big cheque you know was handed to each person in exchange for taking the day off, and the even bigger cheque your technician got to not ask questions.

Speaking of employees,

“Minyoung,” you called, turning to him as best as you could without moving your hands ``You know you don’t have to stay inside right? You can go sit in the car or even go get something to eat until I'm done”

He cleared his throat and sat up straighter “I couldn’t Yn-ssi, someone has to stay here with you”

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes “Youngie, we’ve talked about this. I’m not a baby, I can take care of myself. I won't be done for another hour or so, do you really want to sit there for that long?”

He averted his gaze from you, because of course he didn’t and if there was one thing you learnt from being around Minyoung for the better of five years was that he couldn't lie to save his life.

“But Mr. Min-”

You raised a questioning brow at him. He sighed deeply, knowing he wouldn't win this argument with you.

“Okay, but I’ll be right in the car okay? Keep your phone-”

“Minyoung.”

“Yes Yn-ssi?”

“Out.”

✫3:30 pm

Your breath hitched as you ran your fingers across the jewelled corset of the black dress. The box had been unexpectedly heavy when you lifted it from outside your door, but you hadn’t thought much of it, thinking that it was just the weight of the fabric itself. Maybe it was just a long dress… but it wasn't that.

The bodice was covered in rhinestones, these were fucking Swarovski crystals. You knew Jimin tended to go overboard when it came to you, especially when you gave him the freedom to choose your clothes. You can't begin to fathom how expensive it must have been to make this dress happen and the mere thought of it had you c. You were going to be up on Jimin tonight that someone would have to physically drag you off him.

✫8:30 pm

The day was a blur after your dress had arrived. The makeup team, yes a team had come a little after seven. They were all either black or mixed, a great comfort for you since your first MAMA had been so disastrous.

The stylists had come well prepared, with a wide array of the best foundations, lipsticks and blushes. You name it, they had it. Just not in your shade. You should have noticed from the way their eyes had widened and their shoulders sagged when you had opened the door. They had apologised, you just hadn't been what they were expecting and you understood that, but it still hurt. They had come prepared, but not prepared for you.

You had done your makeup yourself instead, it wasn't the full glam you had wanted to give, but you still looked good.

The boys had taken it worse than you did; nothing hurt them more than you feeling othered or less than. They made sure to pick your stylists personally after that THey would compile a list and let you choose the ones with the work you liked best. It was a very thorough process that took them quite a while to do. Given how packed their schedules already were, their efforts truly meant the world to you.

Your makeup this year had come out exactly how you wanted, the black and gold smokey eye matched your dress perfectly, complimenting your coffin-shaped ombre nails of the same colours(Jimin picked that too). You looked amazing. Your butterfly locs cascaded down to the top of your ass, the dress hugged your body in all the right places. The bodice allowed for an adequate amount of cleavage and the split showed just enough leg to be tasteful. The sequins on your black pumps shone as you walked. You felt gorgeous and hoped that your boys would think so too.

Minyoung had accompanied you to the idol seating section, way at the back where you could blend in with the shadows so that you wouldn't accidentally get caught in any cameras, but close enough that you could get a good view of the stage. He left once you assured him (six times) that you were okay and nothing was amiss; but not before telling you to make sure your phone was on and to text him if you needed him.

You hadn’t heard from your boyfriends since earlier, award show days always caused the longest pauses in communication for all of you.

You had no idea what they were wearing or what they were performing and the anticipation had you vibrating in your seat.

You had been sitting quietly on your phone for about fifteen minutes before the heat began to hit you. You never quite understood how idols were always sweating at award shows until you had gone to one yourself. You supposed that after handing out cheques to the biggest name in the industry, the budget did not allow for little privileges like air conditioning. You started digging through your purse when you realised. you left your fan. shit

For a second, you contemplated bearing it. Thugging it out so you wouldn’t miss seeing when your boys came on stage for the first time. But who were you kidding? You knew they were gonna perform last anyways. So you, the ever-practical woman that you were, decided to go backstage and seek out a handheld fan. You knew there were many of them on site because they were used to cool the idols down between sets, but you just didn't know where exactly the boys’ dressing room was.

You made your way carefully down the steps, using the screen of your phone as a flashlight to draw as little attention to yourself as possible. There was hustle and bustle backstage that settled momentarily into an awkward silence when you stepped from behind the curtain. Everyone stopped what they were doing for a second just to gawk at you. You had gotten used to the staring and the questioning looks many a moon ago plus, you looked great. They could stare all they wanted. After the initial shock of your entrance had worn off, the busyness returned. Everyone was either running or speed walking toward the dressing room. Dragging clothing racks behind them or slinging garment bags over their arm.

You paused to check the time on your phone at 9:00 pm.

Someone had bumped into you, knocking you off balance for a second. Then you, in turn, bumped into someone else, an idol at that.

“Oh! I'm so sorry I-”

“Y/N-ah?”

“Jeongyeon Unnie!” You replied, eyes lighting up with recognition. You pulled her into a quick hug.

“How have you been?” you asked

“I’ve been doing good,” she gave you a once over “you however seem to be doing way better than I am, just look at you. You look amazing Y/N-ah”

If you could blush, you were pretty sure that your cheeks would have had a hint of pink on them by now. You had never been good with compliments.

“Thank you unnie, you look really nice too.” and she did. She was already dressed in her performance outfit, her hair curled and only her makeup left to be done. But she looked all the better that way.

“What are you doing backstage?”

“I came to get one of those portable fan things, it's way too hot inside and I left mine at home” you explained. Jeongyeon nodded in understanding.

“We have extra in our dressing room, let me go get you one real quick,” she said as she turned on her heels to leave. That's when you noticed it. Her hair was caught in the zipper of her top. Most likely extensions since she wasn't feeling the tug. You reached out for her hand and pulled her back to you. She looked at you in confusion.

“Just stand up for a sec,” you said, reaching your hand behind her back and pulling her zipper down.

She stood frozen on the spot, her confusion growing by the second.

“There!” you said, tossing her hair to the side and pulling her zipper back up “Your extensions were caught”

“Ohhh,” she said with a relieved chuckle. “Alrighty then, let me go get a fan for you” and she scurried away in what you assumed was the direction of Twice’s dressing room.

You heard a throat clear behind you and turned to see Jimin. A very angry-looking Jimin. You opened your mouth to greet him and ask him what was wrong before he held up a silencing finger and jerked his head towards a darker, more private area.

“Min-”

What was that just now?” he demanded, looking down at you with narrowed eyes. Harms crossed and jaw clenched.

He looked so good like this, silver hair parted to the side and slicked back, his biceps straining against the material of the black jacket he wore. In another instance, you would have probably stopped to appreciate the fact that he looked incredibly hot and felt pressure start to build between your thighs. But at that moment, all you felt was confusion.

“Jimin I don’t understand w-”

“Were you trying to start something back up with her?”

“Who- Jimin please tell me youre not talking about Jeongyeon”

“Oh wow, no honorifics? You guys are still that close huh?”

“Jimin.” you warned, trying to hold back the bite in your voice “I do not appreciate what you’re insinuating.”

He scoffed. “Yeah right, but what else should i have expected from an idol hopper.”

You both froze as soon as the words left his lips. Regret crowded his features in an instant.

“Y/N-”

“What the fuck did you just call me?”

“I didn’t mean-”

The sound of the slap rang out and echoed in the small passageway. Jimin winced but didn't move to soothe the burn on his cheek. Instead, reaching out to you. You stood with your chest heaving and tears filling up your eyes.

“Don't fucking touch me Park Jimin.” you seethed as you turned to walk away

“W-where are you going?’ he had the gall to ask.

“Away,” you said through gritted teeth, your back still turned. You looked at him over your shoulder.

Because if I stay here for one more second they will have to physically drag me off of you.”

[pennedbyeve]

Outtake one ft. Johnny and Amira

Note:

I don’t usually do holiday shorts, but I’ve been in a real festive mood recently, I also thought it would be a fun to do something light hearted.

I also want to do random outtakes in my stories that are not necessarily full length chapters but little something ever now and then.

Merry belated Christmas + happy holidays y’all. 🎄

Johnny

HE LIVED FOR THE HOILDAYS. Ever since he was a child, it was something that brought him enjoyment, he would enjoy picking out gifts with his mom for Amira - he knew how particular she was, she wanted the Black Barbie with beautiful curls or she would want red playdough and his mom would happily oblige.

This year was no expectation to that. but this time he was providing the gifts for her and not relying on his mother, this year he opted for something more simplistic because he noticed that her style was changing, and evolving into something minimal, he found a local jeweler nearby and he finalized on getting her a gold necklace with her name. The way gold complimented her skin, he knew that she would like it, or at least that's what he had hoped.

✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧

As he wrapped the last present he placed it under his tree - he had spent forever decorating it, he made sure the ornaments were secure and were placed precisely around the tree and the garland were placed on his stairway, everything looked perfect in his eyes and he was hoping that Amira would like it.

As he heard a knock on the door after a few hours, he opened the door and there she was dressed comfortably in a red Christmas sweater that complimented her skin tone along with black leather pants and some combat boots.

“Hey.” She gave him a brief hug as she put down the gifts she got him underneath the tree.

“You didn’t have to get me anything Amira.”

She shook her head, “I wanted to.”

Amira

CHRISTMAS WAS TIME FOR THEM.

She knew that he was going to protest against the gifts, but as long as they had been friends this was her time to express how she felt without directly saying it.

As she maneuvered around the kitchen, she took out the oat milk from the fridge - and then used her hip to close it to make hot chocolate.

“Johnny, do you want marshmallows in your hot chocolate?”

He laughed, “Is that even a question.”

She made their hot chocolate after a few minutes. heading into the living room she could tell he was contemplating on what Christmas movie to watch, to branch out from their usual movie. She handed him the cup before she selected the polar express since they were children this was one of her favorite movies, she pulled the blanket over the both of them as they watched, he watched her, he leaned in as he pulled her in a bit kissing her softly.

“Merry Christmas.”

[cobraaah]

Sebastian solace x gn reader (fem anatomy but like,, they/them pronouns if that's alr,,) smut,,, breeding kink,, or something like that,, preferably with emphasis on size dif and power imbalance,, and perhaps some degrading? PLEASE IM BEGGING SOOOOO HARD

Pairing• [Sebastian ♡ Reader]

A/N• YES!! I originally was gonna do something like this in the first place, so it worked out! I had multiple ideas on how his anatomy would work , like some 𝓕𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 ideas. But I decided to keep it tame since I don't know how 𝓕𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂 you guys are. I still don't know how warnings work, LOL.

Warnings• Smut 18+, breeding, size dif, power imbalance, degrading

Word count• 1.1 K

Discount

Reaching door fifty wasn't the easiest, considering you accidently angered Eyefestation, and you managed to actually survive Pandemonium on a whim. With you being rushed multiple times by Angler and Blitz, you never had the right opportunities to check for data, leaving you with a measly one hundred intel. With a deep breath pushing open door fifty, you're met with the familiar voice of your condescending fishy friend, Sebastian. "Hey, over here." His voice rang through the vent beside you, sounding unexciting as ever. Popping open the vent and crawling through you're met with the tall hybrid, towering over you. As your eyes locked on his bored ones, his fins flared out slightly upon noticing it was you. "Oh! Hello my little minnow, what may you be looking for today? I stumbled upon this black light, it's pretty rare, four hundred Intel for it." A small smirk came on his face as a frown formed on yours. "What's the problem? Couldn't reel in that much Intel so far? Normally, you come in and buy everything, but it seems you're lacking today." A soft tsking noise can be heard from him as his tail flicked. You bit the inside of your cheek, eyeing the black light strapped to his tail. It could come in use against those annoying squiddle later on. "Could you maybe give me a . . discount?" Managing to look back up at him, his gaze still boreing in on you. Silence covered the room as he stared at you before laughing. "A. . A discount?"

His laughter quickly died down as he realized you weren't joking with him. "Awh. . oh.." He glanced off to the side with his eyes squinted, he pops his clawed fingers in a fidgeting motion as he seemed in thought. His esca flickerd for a moment before he turned back to you, "I have a proposition! How about I give you a very generous discount since you're not an annoying parasite like the rest of the little divers they send down here. ." His voice trailed off to something more luscious. "In exchange though, you give yourself up to me?" A patronizing grin formed on his face as he saw the soft blush creep onto your face. Your mouth moved, but nothing came out in protest, just soft stutterd "I. ."'s and "Wha. ."'s fell from your mouth. The embarrassment at the idea picked at your brain. "Are you stupid or something? Did you forget how to speak?" The snarkness in his voice makes your stomach flutter. "I guess. ." Timidly accepting his terms, his grin comes back, briefly flashing his sharp teeth. "Well then, shall we get started, my dear?"

Sebastian is leaned against the wall, he's already ripped off your diving gear, leaving you bare on top of him. With your back flushed against his chest, two of his lower arms hold onto your waist, covering it completely, holding you in place. "Seb. ." You softly mumble out as your head is tilted down looking at how his tentacle like cock slithers out of the slit a bit under his lower abdomen where his tail like body starts. His unoccupied hand grabs your chin rather roughly tilting it up, his hot breath pants against your neck. His long tongue emerges from his mouth licking along your neck before mumbling something incoherent you couldn't catch onto. You feel his cock rub against your stomach in a sort of rutting motion, pre slicked onto your stomach as Sebastian let out a groan. He slowly guided his cock inside you, you gasp at the unfamiliar feeling of the arrow like head pushing its way deeper into you. The stretch making you gasp as he finally lowered you all the way. He lifted you up effortlessly and pushing you back down, using you like you were nothing. You whimpered at the feeling of him biting down on your shoulder to muffle his groans. Your mouth forms a 'o' shape as the head of his cock kisses your cervix and the small bumps on the underside of his member rubbing against spots you never knew existed, making your vision haze with pleasure.

His thrusts pick up, using you effortlessly. "Fuh. . hah.. fucking take it." He groans against the nape of your neck. "Jeez. . humph.. m'gonna fuck you till you're stupid. You won't mind right?" His patronizing tone resurfacing as you respond with choked gasps and whimpers. "Aww you can't even form any words, you're so fucking dumb. My dumb little toy." He harshly groaned against your ear, feeling how you're walls clenched around him as he said that. "Such a dirty, dirty little thing." He nipped against your neck as he neared his climax, your eyes open up slighty as you hear a soft thumping noise. Glancing over you see Sebastians tail wagging against the floor. "Drive me so crazy. . m'gonna fill you up. Yeah?" His voice wavers into soft hitches as you feel him twitch inside you. The feeling of one of his hands dragging down your stomach to the clit, roughly flicking the pad of his finger back and forth, desperate for your release on him. That familiar burning feeling in your stomach quickly builds up. With a few final flicks of his finger you let out a whimper as you reach your climax and cum around his cock. He twitches inside you for a final time before roughly slamming you down all the way on him, groaning against your neck as he stuffs your tiny cunt full of his cum. He holds you down for a few more moments before his grip on you softens.

Both of your soft pants and breaths fill the room as you come down from your highs. Gently lifting you off of his retreating member, he helps you get dressed again in your gear. "And heres your promised discounted item, my sea fireflie." A sofend grin formed on his face as he picked the black light off his tail and handed it to you. "Th. . thanks.." You mumbled as you leaned against the table next to him, having a hard time standing up. "Maybe discounts for you will be more frequent. Don't cha' agree?" A snicker left him as you collected yourself. "Thanks Seb." You mumbled your goodbyes to him and crawled back through the vent. "Goodbye." He said, dragging it out longer than he should.

[herslvt]

Kpop Soft Thougts with Ateez Hyung Line

From a black female writer -

I think my bias is very evident in my writing 😭 I'm ot8 I promise (I'm confused that's what I am)

This was very self indulgent, anyway go read the Maknae version

Maknae Version

ATEEZ members who spoil the literal hell out of you and treat you like a princess in their own individual ways.

Hongjoong! will take you to the studio with him and let you sit in his lap, knowing it's distracting for him but he doesn't care because he loves you and wants you to be happy. He'd rather be couped up in the studio with you than anywhere else and honestly you don't mind.

Hongjoong! Who randomly shows up to you apartment with food at random hours because in his words he had an incling you were hungry, he in fact was always right and you never understood how. (I am a strong believer that seonghwa and wooyoung are the exact same way)

Seonghwa! Who begs you to let him try to style you hair whether it be natural or in braids or even if your a wig wearer. He will find cute hair styles on Pinterest and learn to do them to make you smile. (This resonated with yeosang also)

Seonghwa! Who calls you randomly to make sure your okay mentally and will show up at your apartment at the first sign that you're not. He will treat you like an Angel, coddling you until you feel better regardless of what he had to do that day.

Yunho! Treats you like a doll, buys you whatever you want and refuses to tell you no. You don't even have to beg (he might make you just because he loves the sight of you begging) You want to go out for lunch? He'll find time. You want to get your hair done? He's getting it done. He doesn't care!

Yunho! Sleeps holding you in his arms because he loves the way you feel under him. Will quite literally cage you in and not let you go, not even on purpose he just can't bare to sleep without you. You're his peace and he needs you to sleep through the night ♡ (MINGI, MINGI, MINGI like best friend like best friend I literally think he'd be the exact same way)

Yeosang! You're his pretty little princess and because of that he likes to leave very expensive gifts around your apartment randomly for you to find. You tell him to cut it out but he just can't stop. You found a pair of Chanel earrings in your dish washer and almost strangled him. He means well though so just accept the gifts and don't speak about where you found them.

Yeosang! Who has movie nights with you where the two of you build a fort in your living room. The floor covered in snacks as you both cuddle under each other and watch the princess and the frog for the 2,000th time since you've been dating. He'll never admit it but he secretly refers to you as his Evangeline when talking about you to others. They'd never understand it but he does and that's all that matters.

[pantherxrogers]

after the game - wooyoung x fem!reader (18+)

⚾️ pairing: wooyoung x fem!reader

⚾️ warnings: pure smut (18+), no plot lmao, daddy kink, heavy breeding kink, housewife kink, explicit language, gentle dom vibes, hint of sub reader, not proofread 👀

⚾️ summary: after seeing his wife interact with the kids at the baseball game, wooyoung wants one of his own.

⚾️ a/n: still trying out the lowercase text! this is puuuuure smut with no plot, so i hope you guys are okay with that lmao. also, i am madly in love with wooyoung and that baseball game did not help 😮‍💨

my masterlist

This is a work of fiction and is not meant to represent real events or the actual personalities of any K-pop idols mentioned. All characters and situations are purely imaginary. This story is created for entertainment purposes only, and no harm or disrespect is intended toward the idols or their fans. Enjoy!

it all started with a baseball game.

now, wooyoung’s black jersey and pants are strewn on your bedroom floor, along with your sundress and thong. the pair of you barely made it to the bedroom, bodies intertwined as soon as you got home.

he’s still slightly sweaty from the heat, refusing to shower until he’s had his fill of you. he’s been hard for hours, and he’s not stopping until you both get your fix.

all you can do now is pant beneath him, his thick cock stretching you to the brink. the fringe of his grown-out hair hangs over his hooded eyes, which are focused on your sopping cunt.

he bites his lip at the sight, fascinated by your wetness coating his shaft. your steady moans keep him going, like music to his ears.

“that feel good, baby?” he teases, pushing further into you, knowing that you’re on cloud 9. you can feel every ridge of his cock, the closeness sending a shudder down your spine.

“sh-, shit, yes,” you huff, “feels so good, woo,” you whine, lifting up to meet his lips.

it’s sloppy and wet, both of you focused on the intense pleasure. the way his tongue delves into your mouth makes your pussy even wetter. he’s like a starved man, ravaging your body for whatever you can give him.

“fuck, this pussy is so damn tight,” he groans, breaking the kiss. the sight of him wetting his fingers makes your eyes roll back. when he starts rubbing tight circles on your clit, you know you won’t be able to hold back for long.

“uh, woo, please,” you whine, unsure of what you’re actually asking for. you’re so close, but you don’t want this to end. he lets out a cocky laugh, carrying above the slick sounds of his sharp thrusts.

“i know, baby, i know.” he slows down a bit, making sure you feel all of him. he loves the way your face contorts, getting off on your pleasure.

“h-harder, please,” you beg, lifting your hips to meet his thrusts. you moan out when he leans down, slower thrusts allowing him to grind against your clit.

you let out a gasp, hands suddenly pinned to the mattress beneath you. he’s staring at you intently, wanting to see the moment you fall apart.

“look at me when i’m fucking you.” his serious tone makes your pussy throb. when you meet his eyes, you’re enthralled by his beauty.

his tanned cheeks are flushed, brows furrowed in concentration. his full bottom lip is between his teeth, another sign of the harsh way he drills into your pussy. a warm shiver spreads over your body, further turned on by the hungry look in his eyes.

“there’s my pretty girl,” he hums, love-filled smile briefly breaking through his dominant demeanor. you whine when he pulls his cock out, sitting up to find out why he stopped.

you sweep your eyes over his body, appreciating the beauty of your husband. his lean body before you, muscular thighs bent at the knee, sitting back on his heels.

his veiny hand grips the base of his cock, tapping it on your clit. he makes a show off stroking himself, loving the way to stare at him. your thighs quiver, the sight of him making your pussy clench around nothing.

he pants, rolling his head back at the way your wetness clings to his tip. each tap of his sensitive head against your clit drives him wild.

“woo, please,” your voice cuts through to him, breaking his trance. with one last drag from your clit to your opening, he nestles his cock into you, the squelch filling the quiet of your bedroom.

“fuck, gonna cum soon,” he grunts, his thighs slapping against your thick ones.

“me too,” you squeal, feeling more of your wetness leak onto his hard cock. lifting up, you trace your tongue along the vein in his neck, the sensation making his cock jump inside of you.

“gonna cum in this pussy, make you a proper housewife,” your eyes roll back at his words, excited by the mention of his breeding kink.

“y-yes, please,” you squeal, bringing your hips up, matching the pace of his thrusts.

“want me to fill you up?” he huffs, pinning your wrists again. “maybe i should just cum in this pussy and get you pregnant, hm?”

“f-fuck woo! i’m cumming!” you squeal, eyes shutting at the immense pleasure. he keeps fucking you through your orgasm, rolling his hips into your clit, prolonging your pleasure.

“that’s right baby, cum for daddy,” he groans, thrusts getting sloppy at the sight of your fucked out expression. your pussy feels even wetter around him, the lewd noise pushing him further to the edge. your hand comes up to tweak his nipple, before running your manicured nails down his abs.

“you look so pretty for me, woo,” you hum, turning your head to press a kiss to his flexed arm.

“shit, i’m close,” he whines, hips losing their rhythm. you wrap your arms around his neck, meeting him with a sweet kiss before you pull away.

“wanna feel you cum inside me, woo,” you purr, looking up at him with doe eyes. “wanna feel you in me all night,” you look straight into his eyes, already seeing his orgasm wash over him.

“fuuuuuuuck,” he pants, warm spurts of cum flooding your wrecked pussy. you soothe him during his orgasm, stroking every part of him you can get your hands on.

when you’ve both come down, wooyoung is quick to hop up, much to your dismay.

“wooooooo,” you whine out, missing his warmth already.

“i know, baby, it’s okay,” he coos, running into the bathroom to grab a washcloth for you. when he comes back, he’s very gentle, carefully cleaning your sensitive folds. he finishes off with a soft kiss to your thigh, finally taking his place beside you again.

he pulls you into him, your sweaty bodies cuddled together beneath the sheets. your little yawn makes him chuckle, heart full of love at your cuteness.

“did i tire my baby out?” he teases, lifting your chin so he can see those pretty brown eyes. your smile is bashful, always feeling a little shy after a particularly strong orgasm. he smothers you kisses, unable to contain his love for you.

“speaking of babies,” you murmur, now causing a blush to spread across his face. “hello, mr. breeding kink,” you tease him, having fun with his embarrassment.

“you just looked so sweet today with all the kids. it made me start thinking about our future kids,” he confesses, tracing his finger along your cheek. you feel your heart skip at his confession, trying to fight back the sudden tears in your eyes.

“jagi, what’s wrong?” he hums, brows furrowing at your tears. he’s afraid for a second, hoping his confession hasn’t made you uncomfortable.

“nothing baby, i was thinking the same thing today,” you pout, so in love with the man in front of you.

you share a kiss so sweet it almost makes your heart burst. wooyoung’s lips are soft against yours, setting a slow pace. you both savor the feeling, never tiring of sharing your affection.

you’re both breathless when you pull away, giggling under the sheets like teenagers.

“so, maybe we should keep practicing,” he smirks, covering your body with his own. it’ll be a while until the both of you leave the bedroom again.

[targaryen-dynasty]

BEHIND CLOSED DOORS.

Modern!Daemon Targaryen x au pair/cam girl!Reader

"You didn’t expect your host dad to be back so early, yet things take an interesting turn when he catches you in a compromising situation. What’s better than losing your virginity to a man that knows just what he’s doing?"

WARNINGS: SEXUAL CONTENT-MDNI; non/dub-con, semi public sex?, p in v, fingering, praise kink, loss of virginity, oral fixation, rough sex, unprotected sex, female Reader, modern AU

WORDS: 3.4 K

NOTES: This is an older story, slightly edited bcs I didn't want to change too much. Consider it as my gift for reaching 3K followers! You know me: a celebration will follow from 15th of July until the 26th!

❗️𝐚𝐝𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!

The luxurious apartment is quiet, safe for the soft giggles and moans coming from your bedroom, the door slightly ajar since you’ve anticipated being alone for a little longer. It’s what catches Daemon’s attention as he steps into the dark hallway with all lights turned off and both his sons put to bed. 

Curiosity is what gets the best of him as he approaches the door silently, peering inside of your room with a raised eyebrow. His jaw immediately sets as soon as he notices what exactly you’re up to, knowing all too well despite your back facing the door. 

The black office chair you sit in almost covers your frame completely, directed towards your desk with your laptop opened and Daemon and your large bed merely seeing the back of the chair. 

As a man with ample experience up his sleeve, Daemon can easily gauge what you’re doing. Both your feet are propped up at the edge of the chair, legs spread and bent at the knees, and your forearm slides up and down in a slow but steady rhythm. And if that’s not making it obvious enough already, the faint squelching sounds of your fingers slipping in and out of your cunt are a dead giveaway. 

His desire to respect your privacy is big, but he can’t seem to bring himself to shut the door, leave you alone and act as if nothing has happened. Something dark is stirring deep inside of him, surging to the surface and not allowing him to act rational. He knows what every other host would do, but he’s not like everyone else – even you’ve noticed that very early on in the job – and especially not when he’s handed the one thing he’s wanted for so, so long on a silver platter. You. 

“Do you like watching me?” you hum, far too occupied by the little messages popping up on the screen in front of you. The quiet sigh Daemon makes as he fears that you’ve caught him red-handed goes completely unnoticed by you, and his racing heart quickly calms the moment you slightly lean forward to squint at the screen of your laptop and read the chat. But he’s not sure if it’s his luck or not, because your next words feel as though the air is forced from his lungs, heat spreading in his loins that makes him palm his half-hard cock, lightly stroking it through the fabric of his slacks. 

Tipping your head back against the chair, you release another quiet moan. “I wish you could fuck me right now, hmm, take my virginity.”

The urge to groan is adamant, lingering at the back of his throat, and he takes that as his cue to interrupt, although a part of him also is curious to see how much farther you would go. His strides are leisure as he steps into the room, moving to peek over your shoulder. 

“Now that’s quite an invitation,” he remarks, his voice low and deep. “Do you put on a show like this often, little mouse?”

There is a slight stutter in your arm as you hear his voice behind you, and with merely your pelvic region up to your neck being in view, you allow your facial expression to slip. Though the movements of your hand stop, you let it stay in the exact position – perhaps a part of you wanted to be caught by him all along. 

The neckline of the tank top you wear is pulled down enough for both your perky breasts to spill over the fabric – the damn top you wear almost every evening, prancing around the apartment, entertaining the boys and practically begging for him to devour you wholly – and when heat blossoms in your cheeks, it also runs down to your cleavage. As you try to shut the laptop, Daemon is one step ahead of you, gripping it to keep it open. 

“M… Mister T–” His name dies on your tongue with the realization of your viewers still present and the stream not being muted. “I didn’t expect… I didn’t think you’d be home so–”

He interrupts you with a raised index finger, his darkened eyes shamelessly raking over your exposed body. Even your own eyes trail down to the slight dickprint in the front of his dark slacks, leaving little to the imagination. Your mouth runs dry as you try to make the size out of the outline. 

“Oh, don’t mind me, keep going,” he says, a wicked smile on his lips. “I wouldn’t want to ruin your show. Your audience is waiting, and it seems as if they’re quite enjoying the show you’re putting on for them…or perhaps I should join?”

“Join?” your voice comes out in a squeak, liquid fire spreading through your veins from embarrassment. “I… I don’t think that… the stream… my followers–”

Daemon chuckles. “Oh, come on now, I’m just offering help,” he says in a nonchalant way. “Your viewers would appreciate the extra entertainment, I’m sure. And I know I would as well.”

The feeling of his presence is so adamant as he leans closer towards you — the heat of his body and smell of his scent almost enough to distract you. You can feel your body react, your heart racing in your chest. Your eyes dart to the screen of your laptop, where the chat is bombarded with comments, most of them begging for you to agree while others even offer extra money for him to join. Even if they can’t really see him, they can hear him perfectly clearly and that seems to be enough for them. 

“You’re impossible,” you mutter. 

He grabs the chair and turns it around so you’re facing him now. With his hands gripping the armrest on either side of the chair, you’re trapped by him. “Just look at them,” he remarks, nodding towards the screen. You turn your head to the side, eyes meeting the screen again. “Seems like you have some eager viewers, little mouse. They’re practically begging for it, and you should give them what they want.”

You can feel your resolve crumble with every word that leaves his lips, your cunt throbbing at the mere thought. “But… But I have never…” you trail off, fixing your gaze with his. 

“Oh, I know,” he says. “But don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you. Just get on the bed for me, sweetheart.” With his hands leaving the chair, you find yourself able to breathe again, the tension in your body calming slightly. 

Nodding like an utterly obedient thing, you swallow hard, a mixture of excitement and trepidation swirling within you. You follow his instructions, rising from your chair to walk past him towards the bed. His purple eyes all but burn into your body on your way, making you shiver. 

For Daemon, there is no greater pleasure than seeing somebody as obedient as you. Watching you walk past him makes him feel a twitch in his groin, his hard cock straining against the confines of his slacks.

While you crawl onto the bed, Daemon pulls the office chair to the side to clear the view for your audience, a smug smirk adorning his face. He stalks towards the bed, movements slow and deliberate, like a predator closing in on its prey. He brings his hand to your face and cups it, his thumb running over your lips. 

You lean into his touch, eagerly opening your mouth to allow him to push his digit inside. You shouldn’t be doing this, but you have always felt drawn to the forbidden. It’s his charisma and the dominance he radiates that has lured you in ever since your first interview, and on top of that, he’s so damn easy on the eyes, you would be stupid to turn him down. 

And what’s better than losing your virginity to a man that has ample experience up his sleeve? One that clearly knows what he’s doing? 

“Now, let’s give them a show they’ll never forget, shall we?” he asks. 

You nod your head while coyly sucking his thumb, finding a weird satisfaction in it that makes you feel completely safe around and guarded by him. Despite you kneeling on the bed, he’s still so much taller than you, looming over your frame to the point you have to crane your neck slightly to maintain the eye contact he has initiated. 

“Such a good girl already,” the older man taunts, fumbling with his slacks. “I’m certain you’ll be a natural.”

It’s astonishing how easily he opens the buttons and zipper of his slacks and pushes them down to his knees only using one hand, and when his briefs follow, your teeth sink into his thumb. It’s a knee-jerk reaction, one that only seems to feed into his amusement, but he’s just so big, standing to full attention already with no ministrations on your part, a slight curve and beads of precome glistening at the tip of his cock. He’s both thick and long, and you’re sure your fingers wouldn’t even meet around its girth if you’d wrap it around. 

“This… It’s not going to fit,” you whisper with a muffled voice, staring up at him with doe-like eyes.

“Oh, little mouse, I’ll make it fit.”

At the sight of him taking himself in his hand and spreading the precome over the tip of his cock, thumb teasing the slit, you moan wantonly around his digit, just like before when you’d fucked yourself with your fingers. 

“On your back, and spread these legs for me,” he demands, pulling his thumb from your lips. It makes you pout, and you lick your lips, chasing the feeling of his thumb pressing down on them. 

Following his instructions, you shift your body and lean back until your head meets the plushy pillows, and spread your legs to give him the perfect view of your cunt, folds swollen and glistening with a desperate need.

Daemon has rid himself off his slacks and briefs, so he’s almost naked – safe for the black shirt he wears. Instead of moving, he stays exactly where he is, striking eyes solely fixed on what lays between your legs as if he’s never seen a naked woman before. 

His gaze is almost too much for you to bear, especially with his tongue darting out to wet his lips, and you’re tempted to squeeze your thighs together and pull your tank top back up – the only thing stopping you is the uncertainty on how he’d react if you did so, and you’re not keen on playing with fire right now. 

Time seems to move slower with the way his gaze all but devours you and the anticipation putting your body on fire, yet the moment also brings a sense of hurry with it. It’s evident that Daemon is desperate to be buried inside of you, because he’s not really taking his time to prepare you for him, simply assuming your fingers have done enough for it already. 

The moment he climbs on the bed, making himself at home between your parted legs, it feels as though the breath is knocked out of your lungs. The anticipation is killing you, you long for something you haven’t felt before; the painful stretch of a cock filling you. Of his cock filling you. 

He smiles at you in an irritatingly smug way, definitely knowing how his presence is making you feel. “Just relax,” Daemons rasps, hand clasping around the base of his cock as he drags it through your folds and aligns it with your entrance. “Can you do that for me, darling?”

Sheepishly biting your bottom lip, you nod. The friction causes you to arch your back slightly, pushing your hips toward him impatiently. It’s a difficult task to tear your eyes off of his hard cock, one that you do not manage.

You press your eyes shut to prepare you for the stinging pain as the tip barely prods against your entrance, but it’s his tsking that has you open them again. 

“Nah, eyes on me.”

And just like you’ve done the whole time, you follow his lead, keeping your eyes locked with his as he pushes just the tip inside – ignoring the desire to press them shut to cope with the intrusion. With the way your walls already suck just the tip of him inside, clenching tightly around it, it costs him much more restraint to not force himself into you with one thrust, split you open and pound you into oblivion than he likes to admit. 

Yet he’s kind enough to keep his word and his urges at bay, granting you a little time to adjust to his girth. The stretch is painful indeed, and every ridge and vein of him drags along your fluttering walls as you struggle to take him. He fills you up with a slow push and a strained groan slipping past his lips which drowns out your quiet whimpers.

It feels different than all the times you have used one of your toys on yourself, and your walls all but wail around him, clenching and squeezing around him in an attempt to try to accommodate him. 

“‘Tis too much… It–” you whimper, interrupted when he eventually bottoms out completely, and it feels as though he’s all the way up in your belly. Your hands fly to his shoulders for leverage as he forces you to take his lenght and accept his girth, nails already digging crescent shaped marks into his skin despite the layer of his shirt between you. 

“Ah, there we go,” he groans, and by the way his shoulders tense under your fingers, you know it isn’t easy for him to keep his hips still. 

He’s so deep, you feel the pressure inside of your belly, the tip bullying your sweet spot without him really moving. It feels like he’s splitting you in two, and you know you’ll be feeling him for days – but it’s an ache you welcome.

“You want me to continue? To fuck you?” he asks, a mischievous grin on his lips. 

Having lost your voice for the time your body needs to adjust to him, you all too eagerly nod your head, your eyes never once leaving his. He does not mind you not using your words, clearly sensing what’s going on inside of you at this moment. 

“Then beg me for it, sweetheart.”

Your mouth falls open at that, glossy eyes flickering between his to search them for the jest. “What?”

“You’ve heard that right. Beg for me to fuck you.”

It’s the single rut of his hips that almost pulls his cock out of you completely and sheathes it right back inside that has you whining and begging for him in seconds, the dire need to be claimed by him consuming your mind. 

“Gods, please… please,” you whine. “Please fuck me. I… I need it… need you.”

Just your whiney voice and the tight squeeze of your cunt around him almost have him coming on spot. How could he ever say no to you? Not when you beg so sweetly for him to fuck you, and look at him with these big, innocent eyes. 

“My my, aren’t you a good girl?” he purrs, the praise surging straight to your brain. 

Daemon wastes no more time, and plunges his cock into you, starting slow and careful. You can only assume that it’s the complete opposite of how he’s usually fucking, but you knows you’ll probably get there at some point. If not tonight, certainly sometime over the course of your stay, since you still have a few more months. Or perhaps he’ll even agree to extend your stay after this?

He leans down to prop himself up on one elbow, his broad chest flush against yours. Tonight isn’t about fucking, it’s about forming and bending you to his needs. You wouldn’t accept his advances again if your first time is painful. 

You can’t help yourself but to cry out in pleasure as he shoves his cock into you over and over, hitting all the right spots within you with little effort, your mind going hazy with pleasure. 

With each thrust you approach your orgasm faster and faster, the all familiar coil in your belly threatening to snap at any given moment, and his pelvis and the coarse hairs at the base of his cock rutting against your overstimulated clit with each steady grind don’t really help to delay it either. 

“Sir, please… I’m close,” you whimper, biting your bottom lip.

A satisfied smirk lingers on his lips as he looks at you, eyes dark blown with lust. “Then go on, sweet thing,” he rasps. “Go on and come for me.”

It’s like his words ignited something inside of you that causes you to topple over the edge almost in time with his command, the force of it reducing you to nothing more than a whimpering mess that seems to spur him on even more.

“There she is,” he groans, and cups your cheek with his free hand, squishing your face slightly as he presses it against his chest, clearly using you like a ragdoll while you drown in the comforting scent of his perfume mixed with sweat. But he doesn’t stop his movements, if anything he increases the pace of his hips. Not too much, but just enough for you to notice, and have that uncomfortable feeling of being overstimulated creeping up on you. 

Daemon gets back on his knees and clasps both his hands around your thighs. 

“No…, I can’t,” you whimper, pleading eyes searching his dark ones for mercy, but it doesn’t come. Instead, all you’re receiving is a grunted ‘you can’ as he drapes your legs over his shoulders. The change in angle has another orgasm washing over you almost immediately, your back arching off the mattress. 

A groan escapes his parted lips as your convulsing walls milk him yet again. “Yes, fuck, just… just like that. Such a good girl for me,” he stutters, though it’s obvious he’s talking more to himself than to you. 

His weight disappears from your body not long after the aftershocks rocked you, kneeling upright to pound into you. By now it is more than obvious that he has abandoned his decency and the wish to give you a pleasant first time, his hips working tirelessly to milk every last drop of pleasure out of your body. He fucks you fast and hard, and all you can do is whimper and moan thank you’s and yesses over and over again while he uses your body to get himself off. 

Soon Daemon’s rhythm falters, but he still manages to pull out of you and jerk himself off, tip of his cock pointing towards your stomach as he comes with a loud groan. His throbbing cock spills his seed onto your flushed skin and the top you wear, essentially marking you as his and staking his claim to you.  

While you’re completely blissed out by experiencing two orgasms in such a short time, you can’t stop watching how he comes undone in front of you, coating you in his spend.  

As soon as he’s done, Daemon gets on his feet and puts his briefs and sweats back on, tucking himself back into them. He stands and takes a few seconds to examine his work, especially the blissed out expression on your face and the way his seed covers your torso from your navel all the way up to your breasts. 

He smiles at you, running a hand through his disheveled hair, before he pulls his shirt over his head and throws it into your direction. “There you go. Told you I’d make it fit.” 

He exits your room so fast and leaves the cleaning up to you, you don’t even get the chance to admire his bare chest or him in general. 

But you have no time to think about what has happened as the quiet pings! of your chat make you remember your still running stream. Barely able to pull his shirt over your head before you scurry off the bed, tumbling towards the laptop with trembling legs and a very prominent aching between your legs.

Squinting at the screen, you notice that the number of viewers is as high as never before, just like the amount of tokens they’ve sent you. Your lips curve into a wide grin, and you shut the laptop and fall into your chair, hoping it’s not the first and last time you experience such bliss by the hands of your host.  

[naburi]

LET’S CLEAN UP

KARINA X READER

TAGS: GYM, EXHIBITIONISM, TEASING, MASTURBATION

1.5K WORDS

Long pitch black hair, white pale skin, dangerous curves that can lead you to hell, soft body that feels like heaven. You have been a member of this gym for 3 months now, you heard different rumors about how fine this young woman is, you don’t believe the rumor until you’re looking at her eye to eye alone in the gym.

She’s always wearing a mask, sometimes adding a cap, and wears baggy clothes to conceal her seductive parts but how long can someone hide their busty mounds, they lightly bounces in her every walk, her big front always revealing itself no matter her clothes. They said she’s trying to not attract any unwanted attention but her body does the opposite. That busty body takes all the eyes in every vicinity it occupies, they said when she’s around, men only do two things, they either try to keep their glances discreet or they try to lie to themselves that they are not distraught by how one woman can be that sexy. For everyone, her body is the perfect distraction.

She’s a former trainee who gave up on her dreams due to how dark the K-pop world is. They hear rumors about how small companies tried to take “advantage” of her while big companies tried to make her “audition” with a promise of debuting with their girl groups. Some say she’s too sexy for K-pop, that her body is made to be seen in a different “industry.” These rumors pique curiosity in all the minds of the gym members. They all wanted to see if there’s any truth to these rumors, regular gym members said they saw her during office hours, some say they saw her late at night, it seems like she’s actively avoiding crowded hours in the gym. Some say that these stories about this woman are just a hoax to attract more people to go to this gym. You believe the latter because if she’s real, she should be famous or trending in this social media world we live in.

Tired eyes but can’t seem to find sleep, it’s 3 am but your body feels more awake than ever, you decided to tire your body to sleep and hit the gym real quick. Driving on, you expect to see at least a few people in these early hours. When you arrived at almost 4 am, you saw a few cars in the parking lot. Sliding your card and entering the exclusive 24 hours gym, only background gym songs are the only thing that welcomes you. You walk around to see if there’s any people with you. It seems like you have the gym by yourself which actually excites you. You rush happily to the locker room to bring down your things, suddenly you hear the automatic doors open. You humorously get annoyed by the fact that you can’t enjoy the gym by yourself now, until you see the silhouette of who shares the gym with you.

Long pitch black hair, white pale skin, wears a face mask and baggy clothes that forms around a busty body. This is the first time you have seen this person, the sudden realization hits you. The rumors, the rumors about a woman, a woman who is now in front of your eyes. You're trying to keep your glances discreet because you don’t want her to creep out by you. Both of you doing some stretching at the same time, you're a few feet away from her, you saw yourself looking at their reflection through the big gym mirrors, which she quickly noticed. You got embarrassed how she caught you looking at her. After you both finish stretching up, you move to the dumbbell rack to lift some light weight first, she moves to the treadmills to do some light cardio first. She started to walk and you noticed the light bounces of her mounds, the mirror in front of her only gives you a better look of those bounces. You’re trying to do your workout but this woman is too sexy to keep lying to yourself so that you are not distracted. After doing some dumbbell raises, the only thing you can do is to stare at her, it seems like your body is more honest than you.

She’s now doing light jogging, those mounds are bouncing even more. She’s wearing a large white shirt trying to cover her large mounds, her bottocks are also forming out of her large shirt with every jog she takes. Your eyes are glued to every curve of her, it takes you a minute to realize that she’s also looking at you through the reflection of the mirror. Your stares can’t hide their intentions, you want to see more of this woman, there’s a lot on your mind and none of them are morally right. You want to see more of her which excites her. She’s finally done with her treadmill warm which feels like an endless runway walk. You saw her smirk after turning around to move to the barbel rack. Looking at you to make sure she still has your attention, she removes her white shirt showing a gray tight shirt which reveals boobs that are made to be sinned. How those boobs shape, how they paired perfectly to her lustful body is what makes it Dangerous.

You're still stuck at your seat, still can’t believe what you’re witnessing. She’s now positioning herself to do RDLs, her ass infront of you, she leaning forward showing how those massive boobs are hanging down to her slim body. As you rise up, while torso is going down, your getting overwhelmed by the doggy positions filling your head, this distraught shows in your face which she happily saw, each movement she did feels more sluttier than the early ones, its seems like your in a trance with how her body moves. She moves inside the barbell rack, positioning to a barbell squats. Putting the bar on her back, she moves her butt straight down, stretching her black pants to conform to her busty ass, the thought riding you while slamming that ass to your dick. Made you caress your dick over your tight shorts, you didn’t care is she saw you touching your hard dick, her body made you unable to think properly, seeing her face in the reflection, you saw her give a head nod, you know what she was signaling to go on, but you don’t want to be wrong. Her seeing you hesitate made her look dissatisfied, this pushed you to rushly touch your dick again, she gave you a nod again, she’s now waiting at what you're about to do. You put your hands in your shorts to rub it. This made her smile for a while but she stares at you trying to indicate something. She wants you to let her see how you can’t control yourself around her.

You move down your shorts which made your dick sprung out in hardness, she put the bar on the rack, now she’s the one watching you. You move your hand from up to down slowly, letting her see how hard she made you feel. She gives a signal again, she wants you to let it out how horny she made you feel. You start to beat your hard dick while keeping your eye contact with her. She’s also getting hot from the scene she’s looking at, she starts to touch those busty boobs over her tight shirts. She put two hands on the side of her boobs squishing both of her inwards, she put her hands under her boobs pulling the massive pair upward to give you a better perspective how big they really are. This makes you hornier, you want to stand up to touch them yourself but she stops you with a threatening glare. She’s setting boundaries you can’t cross or else she will stop the session. You sit down again which she rewards you for. She pulls her shirt up to reveal a sweaty sports bra that keeps the seductive boobs to show its true beauty.

She pulls down her bra revealing a glistening massive boobs, it’s more than you can imagine, the sweat which looks like oil made her boobs more erotic, how her boobs have the roundest of shape, how her boobs might be the best pair of tits you ever laid eyes on. She's looking straight at you while making a circular motion touching her erect nipples. The sight of you beating your dick harder made her play with her nipples more and starting to pinch them, her erotic face while she’s touching her boobs made your body even hotter. She sits down at a nearby gym bench, resting her back, groping one of her tits while inserting one into her mouth, she’s sucking and licking her tits like she’s craving for it. One of her hands is touching herself over her pants. How her slim fingers made her boobs that much massive, her body sweating due to how hot she feels, how heavy she breathes as she’s having the highest of her libido. This sight of a woman touching herself made you have the best climax you ever had. You sprut it all over the gym mat, some still flowing out of your dick. Your head rests back on the bench, you're sitting and letting your high go.

“Let’s clean up”, are the first words you heard from her.

[itgetzweird08]

can i have this dance? k. bakugo x gn!reader

“Mmm I like the black jacket more”

Katsuki hums softly at your answer as he holds the suit jacket up to his chest. He scoffs, tossing it haphazardly on the bed before flopping down on top of it. He held his phone above his face at arm's length, staring at your face through the screen as you ate your cereal. “This is fucking stupid” he complains softly and you giggle as he moans and groans, chewing your breakfast.

“It’s not stupid Kats, it’s a dance! And technically, it's your first high school dance. If you ask me it’s long overdue.”

That part was true. It was the first formal UA has hosted in the past three years. Usually, there was a dance twice a year: one during the Christmas festival and the other during the spring semester. It was exclusive to students and staff as everyone dressed to the nines and had a good time celebrating the holiday season and the loveliness of spring. Katsuki grew up hearing about it, and sort of looked forward to them. But due to the League and AFO, class 3-A never got to experience one. Until now.

Japan was slowly returning to normal after the events of the war a year prior, and to celebrate the students after all of their hard work and sacrifices, Nezu had finally cleared the spring formal to take place just a few months before graduation. When the class got the news, they were thrilled and even Katsuki had to admit that he was the tiniest bit excited. That was until Mina mentioned that they were all gonna have to find dates- then his balloon popped. He only wanted one person to be his date at any event, and that was you. Unfortunately, you were halfway across the world. This is why as you sat at your breakfast nook munching on Frosted Flakes, Bakugo laid on his comforter in his pajamas in preparation for bed. You called each other almost every day and when one of the first things he told you was the news about the dance, you begged to see his suit options. That’s what led you here, keeping him up two hours past his bedtime as he gave you a little fashion show. But he didn’t mind. He would explode the planet to make you smile, and he valued your opinion. He just wished you were there to give it in person.

“Yeah I guess,” he huffed and sat up, putting his suit back in his closet, turning off his ceiling light, and getting beneath his comforter. “I just don’t see the fucking point in going.” You raised an eyebrow at him and frowned. You knew he was excited, you could tell because of how fast he told you the news when you called. But now he seemed disappointed. “Why not?” You pried softly, trying to get to the root of the problem as he pouted. His room was dark, so you couldn’t see his entire face, but you could hear in the way he spoke that his bottom lip was slightly jutted out in disappointment. “Raccoon eyes was talking about everyone getting dates and shit…and you aren’t here.”

Your heart broke a little and your eyes stung a bit. He wasn’t upset that he had to go to the dance..he was upset that you wouldn’t be there to accompany him. “Oh baby…I’m so sorry” you whispered. All he did was shrug and grumble to himself, which is what he did when he didn’t want to outright tell you he was sad. “You know I would love to be your date Katsuki…I wouldn’t want to be anything more. But I can’t..we both know that.”

While Japan was making leaps and bounds in its recovery, its reputation in the eyes of other countries was still extremely damaged. After the death of Star and Stripe, all travel to Japan was halted indefinitely in your country. Not to mention, due to the aftermath of America’s number one’s death, as a hero student, you had to fight against the villains that tried to take advantage of the gap she left behind. Between the travel ban and your responsibilities, not to mention general travel costs, there was no possible chance you would be able to accompany Katsuki.

“Yeah, I know…just wish I could dance with you, that’s all. Wanna see you all dressed up and shit.”

All you could do was smile sadly at the camera and muster as much hope as you could for the both of you. “Maybe one day…especially since we’re both graduating soon.”

It was silent for a moment, both of you sitting in your own disappointment. You glanced at the clock, seeing the time and knowing that it was way past the time Katsuki usually slept, so he must be exhausted. But before you let him go, you just had to ask.

"Kats...can you even dance?"

His face filled the screen, eyebrows pulled together in offense. "HUH? What the fuck are you talking about?" You couldn't help but smile at him, and the heaviness of the prior conversation lifted off both of your shoulders. "I'm just asking!" " Of course I can dance! The fuck do you take me for??" "Okay prove it!"

Before he could respond, Katsuki yawned and you took that as your cue. You gave him a warm smile, depsite the fact that he was still glaring at you. " You can show me your moves tommorrow-" " m'not showing you shit-' "Tomorrow! I want to see what you got! Now go to bed, I'll text you later. Love you!"

He scoffed, rolling his eyes. But seeing how goofy and happy you were made him smile slightly. " Love you too. Talk later."

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