#Seungmin x black reader

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𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐞 | 𝐊.𝐒.

Kim Seungmin x Fem!Reader

♡ Follow Kim Seungmin as he embarks on slaying the demon that plagues you monthly. (Aka he takes care of you on your period)

♡ Cw: Established Relationship, Domestic Fluff, Care, Suggestive Content, Soft Dom Minnie, slightly implied chubby reader, humour, mentions of nausea, Possessiveness

♡ He's successfully wrecked Bang Chan as my top bias

He could tell, from the moment he stepped over the wooden threshold, when your frustrated groans drifted through the air, that he had just walked into something akin to a battle zone on the Northern front. Seungmin clenches his eyes shut, feeling his own exhaustion double at the sound of your incessant moaning and groaning.

His large hand drifts over the contours of his bareface and for a no more than 40 seconds, Seungmin just stands there.

His back hits the framed wall depicting you and Seungmin (in much happier spirits) on your various ‘baecations’ all around the globe.

Seungmin turns to examine these pictures as he kicks his Nike sneakers off and he shakes his head.

You look so carefree in the picture. Your head is thrown back in a luscious guffaw aimed at the sky and Seungmin, in the very same picture is caught, quite embarrassingly so, with his head gazing down at you with a kind of admiration ancient Greeks held for the deities they worshipped.

That same mouth of yours had been painted with a lip combo that Seungmin had spent the entire evening trying to kiss off. He kissed you and kissed you and never grew tired. You both look so full of life. So attractive. So infuriatingly Instagram-y.

“야, Kim Seungmin! I swear to God if you're standing at the door, holding my period pills hostage, I will fucking end you!”

The juxtaposition was almost laughable. Seungmin couldn't help the slightly humorously exhale that left his lips as he gathered what little sensibilities he had left to face you and your particular dragon that he had to conquer when it was that time of the month.

When his sock-clad feet glide into the living room he finds you laid on the floor in foetal position (unsurprising) with your hands clutched around your stomach, while you groan thunderously into the air.

“Why do you always resort to using my government name when you're having cramps,” your ‘supposed boyfriend’ says in a manner that is so infuriatingly nonchalant, it has your eye twitching from your position on the persian rug.

“I'm dying, and that's the first thing you have to say to me?” Instead of responding to what was admittedly an over exaggeration used to thaw away at your boyfriend's unnaturally cold heart, Seungmin instead places the groceries on the counter.

“It's almost as if-” you watch as he works in the kitchen ceremoniously connected to the living area. “You always think you’re dying and then, miraculously, make it through another month. Its almost as if this is… temporary? Dunno though, I'm not an expert.” he resorts to sarcasm while your stomach turns in nausea

“Haters!” You affirm through clenched teeth while cradling your body from side to side, “I'm surrounded by my haters and they're closing in….”

“The only thing that's ‘closing in’ is your bedtime.” Seungmin swipes his fringe to the side as he watches you from behind the counter but it only bounces right back into his eyes, “Did you brush your teeth”

“Did you brush yours,”

“There's only one of us slinking on the floor like Satan,”

“Mean to me-” you whimper through quivering lips, “You're so mean to me!”

“I'm not mean when I'm trying to get you to go brush your teeth,” you hear the sound of the water spout running before soft muted footsteps approach you. Sensing Seungmin’s shadow now casted over your serpentine form which did in fact resemble Satan in the garden of Eden, you keep your eyes shut and your bottom lip jutted out as if thoroughly,and completely angry with him.

“Drink your pills, Bubs-”

“Don't tell me what to-”

“Drink it.”

There were many things you could get away with being in a relationship with one-such Kim Seungmin. He practically radiated boyfriend energy which made walking out in public with a complete nightmare because there is a special detector stationed in every girl, letting them know they were in the radius of a particularly special boy. He knew of your aversion to outsiders perceiving him, “you want me to wear a paper bag?” Seungmin had been completely unimpressed when you brought up the topic at the kbbq restaurant in the sunny recesses of Gyeongsang Province. “You're too hot,” you'd said, “And kind and delightful and it pisses me off,”

he had cracked a smile and showed up to your apartment the very next day quite literally wearing a cardboard paper bag. He had holes for eyes and the rest of him was otherwise normal. “Let's go”

And you had fricken gone, because when Seungmin puts base in his voice, like he’s doing right now while he had a glass of water hanging above your head, there was nothing left to do except comply.

You grumble as you lift yourself up from off the floor and your eyes are hardened balls of cement when you grab the water and the pills.

“You complain about cramps but never actually want to drink the pills I bring,” Seungmin murmurs with his hands on his hips. You watch him in his billowy white shirt and his sweatpants and you can feel your anger beginning to slip away.

Chugging down your water, you place the glass on the coffee table before you begin to grumble, “Instead of medicating me all the time it wouldn't hurt to- I dunno- hold me-” the second those words leave your mouth Seungmin pulls you into his arms with a deep and heavy eye roll as the both of you fall backwards into the couch. “That was my second order of business, Babe.” He nuzzles his nose into tje side of your face and his hands pull yoir thigh pver his mich smaller one

“Unhand me, Demon!”

“Now I know you didn't eat because you never eat when you're like this,” your stomach, despite turning in nausea also manages to descend into a pit of butterflies, “But I'm going to make you a smoothie and you'll drink at least 2 gulps. Maybe even 3.”

You try to wrangle out of his grip but he keeps you there, “And you still haven't brushed your teeth, so you're doing that after the smoothie” Seungmin whispers, nearly causing an anyureseum as a places a delicate kiss to ypur cheek, as his hand comes up the back of your head, patting your hair down in intervals.

“Are you my dad?” You whisper, despite your eyes flitting shut. Your cramps, you're noticing, have already begun to ease up and Seungmin snickers as he watches the peace take over your countenance.

He leaves one more delicate kiss to your forehead before snickering, “don't piss me off” he says, tapping the skin of your thigh, “God, I love when you're like this,” you're unaware of the intensity with which Seungmin is looking down at you. “You like when I'm dying of pain?” You ask craning your neck back to haze into the vaguely serious face taking over your boufriend's features. While you examine the roundness of his cheeks and the contours of his visage, Seungmin's eyes are trained on you too. They're intense, dark holes of perpetual lust as his hand begins to rub up and down your thigh. “I like when you let me take care of you?” He whispers before lightly pushing his lips against yours. It begins as a whisper of a kiss, almost hy as the tips of your lips brush together. Seungmin sticks his tongue out, lapping shyly at your bottom lip.

You groan underneath him, only prompting him to shift until he's hovering over you, kissing you deeply.

“I need-” you try to move away but his lips chase yours, “I need to eat, remember-”

“Didn't say anything about me eating you-”

The lightening that slices down your spine is so vicious and so sudden and by the time you're pushing Seungmin off of you, you realize your cramps have completely dissipated.

“Make me a smoothie, and then we'll talk.”

[huunni]

★ — “ SHE'S BUSY ”

who dis? stray kids maknae line x BLACK!FEM! reader

huunni drops → cussin, whorekneeness 4 sum reazun, WHAT ELSE I MISS?

[shhuuga]

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🧁 summary: bf!skz needs to show u off, what better than a post on twitter!

🍨 genre: tooth-rotting fluff 😵‍💫

🎫 warnings: none (lmk if i missed anything!)

[xoxobela]

skz reaction to you dressed up nicely

skz ot8 x afab blck reader

cw ;; use of n word, aave, and suggestive / nsfw.

bangchan and leeknow

changbin and hyunjin

han and felix

seungmin and jeongin

COMMENT TO BE IN TAGLIST.

© xoxobela, 2024. do not repost / translate.

[pretty-blkgirl]

hi!

may you do a fluffy seungmin x black reader? maybe the reader experiences hate from seungmin's fans and seungmin shows her that he loves her regardless of what's being said?

it's all up to you ofc! ok bye ~ <3

Let Me Help You

//fem!black reader x idol!Seungmin//

Synopsis: After experiencing excruciating hate from his fans, you try to leave your boyfriend

Genre; angst, eventual fluff

Warnings: racism is a heavy theme in this story, reader is described as fem

A/N; Thank you so much for the request ❤️❤️ As you can see, the story is a bit lengthy since this topic is something I’m passionate about. There aren’t any explicit instances of racism present (such as the use of slurs) but it is heavily implied.

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“Y/N?” You hear from behind you, making you jump slightly. You immediately looked back to see your loving boyfriend staring at you with pure disbelief in his eyes.

The look on his face alone makes you want to run into his arms and kiss all his pain away. The pain and confusion you caused.

You were in the bedroom you two once shared, gathering the last of your things and returning a necklace Seungmin had given you. Since he was so busy at work, it was easy to dodge him and move out of the apartment without any problems.

Your original plan was to leave the apartment without a trace. Block him, and all his family and friends, never looking back.

However, you know he deserved more than that. You two’s relationship was perfect.

Well, near perfect.

You and Seungmin were beyond compatible. You loved the same shows, food, and artists, and it helps that you were familiar with the music industry so you two connected on another level.

The company was aware of the crush you two had on one another in the beginning, so they asked Seungmin ahead of time to try his best to hide the impending relationship.

He truly did do his best to hide you, not that he wanted to. He would have preferred to show you off to the world, and let everyone know he was in a relationship with the most beautiful, caring, talented, and loving woman in the world.

However, both of you knew that he needed to seem “available” as an idol. The fans needed to believe they had a chance with him, and them finding out about you wouldn’t be good for anyone.

It was a bit more tricky as well, considering the obvious difference between you two. Neither you nor Seungmin had a racial preference when it came to dating, so you being Black and him being Asian was rarely a situation you two cared about.

To be honest, who cares about the difference in race? It was never a big deal, all his family and friends absolutely loved you, and the company even took a liking to you.

The moral of the story is, it never mattered that you two were in an interracial relationship…until it did.

Being Black in Korea was an…interesting experience. The majority of your age group and younger exhibited great openness and compassion towards everyone. But there were still some ignorant people, and those people made sure to show themselves to you.

One day, an older man caught you and Seungmin leaving a restaurant late at night. He cursed at you, insulting you and calling you names you’d never repeat.

Seungmin defended you, but the man’s outburst caught the attention of a group of teenagers who recorded the interaction.

They posted it, and it went viral quickly. Sharp-eyed fans immediately recognized the masked man’s voice and eyes. They knew it was Seungmin, then everyone knew he had a partner.

Many people supported you and your man, even other celebrities came out in support, but a large number of nonblack fans came out and started to give you hell.

They sent trucks to the company, demanding the idol break up with you. They trended tags on Twitter, they spammed Bubble with pleas for you two to break up.

Seungmin and the company both put out a statement, but the hate continued to get worse.

His members began to speak in defense of you, and you noticed paparazzi stalking outside your job.

The death threats didn't take long to start, and then the shameless TikTok videos claiming you’re only “ruining his career” and “destroying his purity” came in dozens.

Again, there was still an outpour of support, but the blatant racism you were shown was so too much to handle.

Being Black, you unfortunately experienced at least a little bit of ignorance, prejudice, or racism wherever you went. You were beyond proud of your race though, making sure everyone could feel the confidence and pride exuding off you wherever you went.

You were never ashamed of your race, you would never allow someone to make you feel bad about who you were. To you, you were beyond blessed to have such beautiful brown skin, but it did hurt to know that people hated your guts just because of your skin color.

The fans were ruthless, and you tried to stay away from the hate, but your curiosity got the best of you.

Long story short, you spent 3 hours reading about how Seungmin could do better and how his reputation is being ruined. By the 4th hour, you had started packing your stuff.

You loved Seungmin more than anything, but you started to feel like you were ruining his career. He was almost put on hiatus when the news broke, and he was so miserable. You watched as he cried on the phone with the higher-ups, and you couldn’t stand the fact that it was all your fault.

You managed to pack the majority of your things in a few hours, mostly because you didn’t have much to begin with. Running off of pure adrenaline and sadness, you left for a hotel and ignored the eventual calls that came later in the night.

You stayed away for three days and planned to come back to the apartment to get the rest of your stuff while Seungmin was supposed to be recording a music video.

Unfortunately, he played sick and was able to leave the shoot early. Something in his gut told him you’d be back at the apartment, and he was right.

“I’m sorry,” You said, staring down at the floor

“Can we talk?”

“I just came to get the rest of my things”

He sighed, “Please baby, this can’t be the end of us”

“I’m not good for you”

“Don’t you ever say something so stupid again”

Against your better judgment, you looked up at him. He was so hurt, but still managed to put a little smile on his face.

Your knees felt weak

“Why’d you leave?” He questioned

“You know why”

“Maybe” He nods, “But I wanna hear you say it”

A few seconds of silence made the atmosphere more tense than it already was.

“I’m ruining your career” You whisper

“No, you’re not”

“I am, and I don’t want your dream to be ruined all because your fans don’t like me-”

“Y/n” He interrupted, “Fuck my dream. Do you think I’ll put a career over you? I’ll leave all of this bullshit behind if it means you’ll come back home”

“I don’t want you to give up on your career!”

“And I don’t wanna lose you, so what now?” He crossed his arms, and you hate that you found him so sexy at that moment

“Please just let me leave. This has gotten so out of control”

“Baby I understand that this is overwhelming. I promise you I do, but I swear I’m doing everything in my power to ensure all those people who've been harassing you will face consequences. I promise you I’m gonna fix it”

“You can’t get all of them”

“But I can try” He shrugs

He walked over to you, silently asking to touch you. Again, against your better judgment, you look into his eyes and allow him to hug you.

“Please don’t let ignorant pieces of shit destroy our relationship. I know the hate is getting to you, but let me help you through it, let me at least try to”

You knew you were going to say yes. Both guilt and unmeasurable love filled your chest and he rocked you side to side.

“I’ll put out another statement, and I’ll go live. I’ll make sure those motherfuckers know that I’ll do anything to protect you.”

He lets you go a little to pull back and look at you, “Plus, there are still millions of people who support us.”

“I know,” You say

“So let's focus on positivity? Or maybe we can delete social media for a while? I’ll delete mine too. If you don’t wanna come home for a bit, I’ll have the company set you up with an apartment. We’ll also look for a therapist, okay?”

You nod, and mutter a small “Okay baby”

You two hug for a while, knowing you guys won’t ever let some stupid people keep you away from each other again.

[linos-luna]

Dreams ☁️

Seungmin x Poc!Fem!Reader

Warnings: Just suggestive. groping. Kissing

(Reader is implied to be Black, indigenous Latina or Metiza Latina, Native American, or Indian)

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You sat at your desk while resting your head on your hand. You were thinking about your friend/coworker, Seungmin. He’s in the office next to yours with a connected wall. He’s amazing. So smart and handsome along with patient with you.

Sometimes it took you longer to figure things out and instead of mocking you or getting mad at you about it, he’s kind and explains it for you.

A coworker in your specific room was supposed to help train you but it seemed that she resented you and constantly degraded you for not understanding. It often left you anxious when going to work. But it was worth it when Seungmin would come into the room.

He’d often come in to talk with his friend that was also in the room with you. But he was always nice enough to chat with you too. Sometimes you go to his office to ask questions rather than ask the girl right behind you.

Earlier that day that girl and Seungmin’s friend were talking about an exam that you didn’t know about: the ‘Baby Bar’? You’ve never heard of it. You knew the bar exam was for law students but what was the ‘Baby Bar’?? A shorter test?

“The baby bar! You don’t know what that is?!” She laughed. “How don’t you know?”

“I-I just never heard of it…”

“Y/n, even I’ve heard about it! It’s the baby bar!” The friend said while really enunciating the words Baby Bar. “You really don’t get it??”

“I…”

“Y/n.”

You felt a hand on your shoulder: It was seungmin.

“The Baby Bar is a test like the Bar exam. But you don’t have to go to law school. He explained. “There’s other requirements but you won’t be qualified for certain things.”

“Oh… thanks seungmin…” you replied shyly while looking down.

The man only gave a look to the girl that torments you on the daily which made her go back to working on her computer.

He waved bye to you before walking back to his room.

So now here you were. An hour later, thinking about this man.

But he has a girlfriend. You’ve met her once and she’s very nice. You’re the same star sign as her and you both have similar personalities. She’s shy but sweet. But even if he didn’t have her, you felt like he’d never go out with you.

The biggest difference was appearance. In that regard, she’s nothing like you. He seemed to have a type when seeing his past ex. Preferences that you didn’t fit. Having a race preference isn’t inherently good but you felt he had one. You were brown, dark thick hair, and definitely a different body shape. Sometimes you felt like a giant next to his girlfriend.

You sighed. If only you could be like her…

However you were snapped out of your thoughts when you heard your name.

“Hey y/n!”

You looked up, realizing that it was him.

“Oh, hi.”

“Can I talk to you for a minute.” He asked while standing in front of your desk.

“Um… yeah…”

“Y/n, do you like me?” He asked bluntly.

“W-what…?”

“You like me right? Like… have a crush?”

“Well yes—… but no… um…” You were blushing, unsure of what was happening. “I know you have a girlfriend so—… you shouldn’t worry about… it’s just a little crush…”

“I mean… I like you too.”

“But you have a girlfriend. I-I’d never do that to her…” you said nervously while standing up. “I know what it’s like to have someone else—”

“We broke up…” he said casually.

“Oh I’m sorry to hear…”

“Don’t be. She cheated on me.” He said with a sigh.

“I’ve always had a little crush on you though…” he said with a shrug. “I just never knew how to tell you.”

“Seungmin…”

“Would you like to hang out after work? There’s a new coffee shop that opened nearby.”

You were in shock. Was this actually happening?? Must be a dream right??

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A few hours later and for find yourself at said coffee shop with Seungmin. It was a small place with not many people there.

You sipped on your drink as he talked to you. Only watching him and how handsome he is.

“Hey, are you listening.” He chuckled.

“Oh yeah.” You blushed. “Sorry.”

Seungmin rubbed your hand and you tensed up and blushed.

“Y/n. I know you don’t believe it… but I think you’re very cute:”

“Oh… thank you…”

“Y/n…” he sighed while pushing your chin up with his fingers. “You really are beautiful. Please believe me…”

You look at him with a smile.

“You doubt yourself a lot… and let yourself get degraded by that bitch in your office.” He said while rubbing your cheek. “You’re worth so much more…”

“Thank you seungmin…”

“C’mon…” he stood while tugging your arm.

“Where are we going…?”

“To the car. I’ll drive you home.” He said with a smile.

You nodded and followed. He held your hand and led you to his car. The grey Tesla. The car you see every day at work. You always wondered how he could afford the expensive car when you both hold the same position and you definitely can’t afford it. Maybe he does something on the side. Who knows?

“Y/n…” seungmin leaned over and gave you a kiss on the cheek. “Can I kiss you more? Can I touch you?”

You blushed and nodded. You were surprised he remembered. A while back you went on an awful date where you had some unconsentual advances forced on you. He must’ve remembered that. It was actually sweet.

Seungmin gently kissed your lips while holding onto your side.

It was a magical feeling and you leaned forward to get more. His lips were soft and you wanted to get closer.

Seungmin noticed this and backed his seat up, giving you room to crawl over and sit on his lap.

He rubbed your sides and continued making out with you.

You couldn’t help grinding lightly on his lap and whining as he reached his hand under your shirt.

He gently kissed down your neck as he played with the material of your bra.

You wanted his lips on yours again and he did exactly that.

Seungmin lightly groped your breast and you sighed as you pulled away and looked at him with a smile.

“Are you happy, sweetheart?” He asked while pushing some hair away from your face.

“Mmhm.” You nodded before hugging him. Resting your head on his chest. His cologne smelled so good. You were so relaxed as he rubbed your back. This was perfect…

~~~

“Y/n… y/n!”

Your head shot up. Back at your desk? But how?

“Oh good you’re awake!”

You looked up, seeing Seungmin there nudging your shoulder.

“I thought I’d wake you up before you know who comes back from lunch.” He said with a shrug.

“What…?” You looked around confused. “How long have I been sleeping….?

“Maybe 20-30 minutes? Don’t worry. No one saw you.”

“Oh.. well thanks for waking me up…”

The man nodded and started to head out.

You sighed and rested your head on your hand. A dream. It was all a dream?? That sucks.

“Hey y/n.”

You perked up as he walked back over to you, in front of your desk.

“Can I talk to you for a minute…?”

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All my fics are implied to have poc readers in mind so that everyone can enjoy them. That’s why it’s always in the tags. I just hate when y/n is described in fics to have specific non poc features. It makes ppl feel left out.

This fic in particular mentions race a little more directly so that’s why it says “x poc!Fem!Reader”

This is literally a dream I had with my crush that I’ve mentioned multiple times and sometimes I wonder these things like race since from what I’ve seen he’s only ever dated a specific race.

Also, the conversation about fhe “Baby Bar” did actually happen at work the way it played out here.

(Oh yeah that’s my actual work desk in the photo 😅)

[poeticjustice1010]

Haunted by secrets Chapter 2

𖣗𖦆⊹🕷 Haunted by secrets

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Summary: A girl influenced by her best friend to explore an abandoned house with an unexpected outcome.

Word Count

2222

Warning

Minors Dn

Smut, Ghost, death, some dubcon, and angst.

Tag if you want to be tagged

Haunted by secrets

Characters - Hyunjin x oc, Lara Raj, Fatou, Seulgi.

Summary - A girl influenced by her best friend to explore an abandoned house with an unexpected outcome.

Word Count - 2222

Warnings - Fluff, Smut, Angst,etc.

“Genesis,” I hear my name as I regain consciousness. I wake up in my room, dumbfounded. " Who called my name?”  I think to myself  “Was it just a dream? I say out loud,

“No,” the voice answered calmly. I slowly turned around to see the figure sitting beside me, smiling at me. It turned out to be Hyunjin, but he appeared less transparent this time than last time. 

I began to hyperventilate. “Shhh,” he told me, grabbing my hand softly and looking into my eyes. He comforted me.   

“Who killed you?” I ask in a soft tone and shaky voice. He looked at me again, but this time with a sad expression. The room goes silent for a solid minute, and my heart begins to beat abnormally.

 “My friends.”

I wake up again in my room, but I observe the room frantically this time. Questions run through my mind: “What did he mean?” “Did his friends kill him?” “Who were his friends?” Why did they kill him?” The last question was 

“Was it just a dream?” 

..

…

….

“WHAT?” Seulgi looks at me, her expression a mix of surprise and disbelief. “Yeah,” I say in a soft tone. “HOW?” Seulgi asks, her face still dumbfounded.

I take a deep breath, trying to gather my thoughts. “I saw him again". Hyunjin. He told me that his friends killed him.”

Seulgi’s eyes widened. “That’s insane. How are we supposed to figure this out?”

I looked at her, determination growing within me. “We start by finding out who his friends were. They might still be alive or have left some clues behind.”

“We go back to the house to find answers,” Seulgi replies.

I thought momentarily, then remembered the paintings we saw in the house. “The paintings. There might be something we missed.”

Seulgi nodded, her resolve hardening. “Alright, but we’re not going alone this time. We’ll need Fatou and Lara with us.”

“Agreed,” I said, feeling a surge of confidence. “We’ll go back together and find out the truth. Hyunjin deserves justice.

The plan was set: We would return to the abandoned house, uncover its secrets, and piece together the mystery of Hyunjin’s death. A strange sense of calm washed over me as I lay back in bed. 

“Ready?” I asked, looking at Seulgi, Fatou, and Lara. They all nodded, determination in their eyes.

Seulgi comforts me by hand. “ We will get to the bottom of this Genesis.”

…. 

We made it inside the house, but something felt different. The house was much colder than before, and it was much creepier. “I have a bad feeling about this,” I thought to myself. Before my nerves took over, I began to remember what Hyun-jin had told me: “I will always be watching over you.”

“Ready?” I ask the three girls standing beside me

“Yes”. 

Our flashlights shined against every corner. As we navigated the house, we couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. The floorboards creaked under the weight of our every step. We made our way to the basement, where this all had started. 

The silence was much more noticeable and pronounced.  My heart beats out of my chest we explore the area frantically.    

As we pored over the journal, everything began to make more sense. Hyunjin’s friends had been jealous of his talent and jealous of his success. Their Jealousy led to this mess. They covered it up, fearing the consequences of their actions.

“But who were they?” Fatou asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

I flipped to the last page of the journal, where the names of Hyunjin’s friends were listed. My heart skipped a beat, and my breath got caught in my throat. I recognized the names. They were the parents of my own friends: ” Bakshi Raj,”” Faatima Adebayo,”” Kyung Soo, and Hwan Kang.”

Our hearts dropped to our stomachs. We all stared at the journal in shock. Millions of questions flooded our minds. “What?” Seulgi said with a hurt expression on her face.

“I don't believe this,” Lara said in shock. Fatou was in disbelief. I glanced at each of the girls; my mind went blank, thinking about the possible outcomes of the situation. 

Once we had finished, tears filled my eyes. I kept trying to convince myself this wasn't real. Those were my friend's parents in that journal. “How do we know if this is true or not?” Fatou says barely above a whisper, slightly angry.

Once again, everything felt so surreal at this moment.

“What do we now?” Fatou says in a shaky voice, holding tears. 

“We confront them”

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@nicoleparadas @stanskzot8

A/N " Make as many theories as you want! " Happy reading :D

[scorpioracha]

Seeing you wine

This is 100% skz x Caribbean reader cause I don’t see enough of that and being Caribbean myself this is the shit I think about. You know the vibes, reblogs,comments and likes are my fuel to write, I hope y’all like this!

Bangchan,Changbin,Felix,I.N:

These boys are very much so giving 친구를 만나느라, shy, shy, shy.

Bang Chan honestly doesn’t know what he was expecting when he heard music coming from the bedroom. First of all it was late, second of all you were supposed to be in bed and third of all…were you having some sort of party? He didn’t expect to see you kneeling on the bed circling your hips with venom playing in the background. Knees parted ever so slightly just scrolling on your phone like this wasn’t the sexiest thing that could ever happen. His baby sitting pretty on the bed dancing to a song he composed? He’s honestly got a lot to say but he’s in the door way just frozen, absolutely speechless and he can feel his heart racing and his neck is definitely red.His eyes are locked in on the way you’re moving and all he can imagine is you doing that on his cock. He ends up walking back out of the room and just sitting on the couch for a bit like 😵‍💫

Changbin made the grave mistake of asking to learn more about your culture. He had expected clothes,food, maybe hairstyles but when you told him you were going to show him some dancing he wasn’t expecting you to bend over and start rolling your hips. He honestly shifted through emotions like a slot machine until his body decided on confused-intrigued horny. He was kinda just standing there like a wounded puppy with his little 🥺 face because he doesn’t know what to do with himself and he didn’t want to be disrespectful and you looked so pretty but he just wanted to touch you😭 you only realize he’s frozen behind you when he lets out a wounded whimper. You couldn’t help but pinch his cheeks and laugh at him because he did exactly what you expected.

Felix on the other hand is your biggest hype man. You guys were baking cookies and you had your playlist on shuffle and as we all know, when the music hits it hits. You couldn’t not bend over the minute you heard wine pon di edge playing. Felix’s eyes are immediately on you and he’s jumping and laughing praising you for how talented you are. He only falls silent when you press your chest against his and grind against him. It causes him to drop the stick of butter in his hands but even though he’s blushing crimson he immediately grips your hips and finds himself getting lost in the motion and you both begin to move as one. You’re the one who ends up getting a little shy because his eyes haven’t left yours and they’re burning with desire. That is until the song ends and the little bubble of whatever the hell just happened is popped.

I.N is his name and being a tomato is his game. You two were at a party with a mix of the boys and your friends and you were known to bust out the island moves when you had a few drinks in you and the mood was right. Little did I.N know his normally giggly cuddly drunk gf was about to drop into a split on the floor and tear that shit up😭 his reaction time goes crazy because he immediately breaks the dance circle and collects your ass before you could find a way to get on your head. Little innie isn’t mad but boy is he jealous, no one else is supposed to see you like that. He’s silently brooding and rubbing at his red cheeks and it doesn’t help that your friends are laughing at him because they’ve witnessed you do worse💀

Minho,Seungmin,Jisung,Hyunjin:

They make you shy

Minho is so fucking excited you have no idea. He was already excited when you said you wanted to show him something, but when you asked if you guys could go to the studio he was damn near vibrating out of his skin. You don’t think you’ve seen him that happy since…well you don’t think you ever seen him that happy. You gave him a demonstration and it all went downhill from there😭 you were moving you hips to the best of the song and almost had a heart attack when you felt his chest flush against your back and your hips against his crotch. Your movement stutters to a halt and he just lets out a disappointed tsk and grips your hips harder telling you to keep going and that he’s a hands on learner. He makes it all of five minutes before he’s threatening to fuck you on this floor if you guys don’t leave soon.

Seungmin catches you by surprise in the comfort of your own home😭 you two were supposed to be hanging out later in the day, but he got out of dance practice earlier than usual(only because Minho got called out into a meeting) and decided to come over a bit earlier to surprise you with treats. It wasn’t like you to not answer the door so he got a bit worried and used his spare key. It was just his luck to find you leaning over the couch shaking your ass with honestly the biggest headphones on known to man, where do you even get headphones that big?—that was besides the point. He quickly shut the door behind him and walked behind you scaring the black off you. If he hadn’t been there to stabilize you you would have flipped over that couch like the worlds worst circus act. You try to turn around to scold him but he just presses your back down so your back is arched and tells you to continue💀

Jisung saw you do this once at a music festival and now it’s like a daily request from him. He doesn’t even ask anymore, he just plays the music and stares at you expectantly. You might honestly have to start charging him cause who does he think he is??? He doesn’t make it any better but sitting down right in front of you and praising you every time. Little sighs and exhales of “you’re so pretty jagi” and “such a pretty girl, all for me” all in all this one is a little fucking menace

Hyunjin is so sure that he has the better waistline out of you two💀 he makes this shit a competition and he doesn’t even play fair because he lifts his shirt up and puts on the most sensual song and tells you to watch him so you can point out any mistakes. He lives to fluster you “jagi I don’t think I’m doing this right, come check for me?” and by check he means put your hands on his waist and feel exactly how he’s doing it. His breath is on the shell of your ear as he asks “am I doing it right now? Am I doing good for you?”😵‍💫

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Chapter One: Outlandish Surprises

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Y/N didn’t know why she agreed to the deal. The man— now client—who requested feats of her was suspiciously fraudulent, and the money offered was measley in coin at best.

She didn’t know what tempted her to allow him an audience with her. Why she didn’t merely kill him as soon as he uttered her name. Nothing good came of people who sought her guidance; her assistance.

And Y/N surly didn’t know why she walked beside him, leaves crunching under her beautifully polished black boots. The night had set into a dangerously dark hue, lights lining the village bright and welcoming in contrast to the dingy darkness of the peasant village.

Kurt continued his trek, leading Y/N to a dingy alley formed between two less than luxurious houses exactly adjacent to the Tavern they once occupied.

Y/N couldn’t help the disgusted quirk of her lip as she followed behind the man. He had cautious, almost hesitant steps she noted. Her eyes darted around her surroundings, taking in each pebble and nightly draft that made up the alley. Her hand itches to rest on her sheath, but she thought better of it.

The environment, now made up of the damp, dark alley, illuminated by only a duo of lanterns, made her nauseous. Not out of fear, oh Cerci no! But simply out of disgust. She, Y/N Y/L/N, subjected to do a request in the disgusting happenings of a dark alleyway!

She ignored the pittering of rats, and the squeaking of the creepy crawlers.

“I wasn’t aware that when I took this job, I’d been subjected to comedic dark alley’s, Lord Francis.” Y/N remarked, obvious distaste in her tone.

“My, do forgive me.” He buttered, polite in his words, but irate in his tone. Y/N had to admit, she found amusement in his obvious dislike for her. Still, he was the one who sought her, so he remained cordial.

“I am done with the beating around the bush, Francis, who is it you want me to kill?” Y/N stopped in her tracks behind the sullied man. He turned around, halting his trek as he peered at her with an unknown glint splayed in his irises.

“Forgive me. You see, I’m not too fond of speaking about… murder. Not as easily as you, The Night Terror.” Francis’s voice was thick with emotion. What would be concerning, or even empathy inducing for others proved to be nothing but that of a nuisance to Y/N.

“So you’ve proven.” Y/N said, dryly. She shifted her weight from one leg to another, her eyebrow furrowing as she peered down at the man in front of her.

“His name is not whispered like yours. I believe few know of his existence. I would think him a myth if I had not seen him.. seen him with my own eyes.” Kurt was rambling now, emotionally driven by a madness that Y/N didn’t quite understand. She listened intently, anticipation nipping at her nerves like an annoying ailment.

“He was so cold. His eyes.. his eyes were drawn, so blank and-“ Kurt took a step back, as if seeing the person; their crimes right before his very eyes once again. He cleared his throat, shaking his head as if to rid himself of the dreadful memories. “Well I cannot allow such a monster to roam this earth any longer.”

Y/N took a step forward, now eager to learn of the ‘monster’ she was set to slay.

“May I be blessed with a name?” Y/N asked, fighting the twitch in her fingers at the thought of a fight.

“I know nothing of him. Not much. I was only blessed with the knowledge of his identity. A name.” Y/N found herself growing annoyed at the lack of information.

“Enough of this. Give me the name.”

“Lee Minho.”

Y/N froze.

Why he couldn’t be saying.. not him.

“Lee.. Minho?” Y/N breathed out.

“A mercenary under the special legion.” Y/N blinked. The curly-haired girl felt her mouth go dry, her lips pulling into a fine line.

“No. I’m afraid I cannot go through with that.” Y/N said. Her voice was short, hot, and distant. Her eyes, once full of anticipation and amusement now blank, glazed over.

“Forget him and the vapid vendetta.”

“I-I cannot forget! He’s the spawn of the devil. An anomaly that cannot stay on this earth another day.” Kurt continued, his voice growing louder and manic as he took a step closer to Y/N. Her hand shot to her sword sheath. Kurt stopped in his place, his eyes growing as distant as the assassin before him.

“Let it go if you value your life. Nothing good comes from hunting such individuals.” Y/N expressed, coldly.

A wave of tense silence hit the duo. Y/N felt the chill of the autumn air bite her, nipping at the soft exposed skin. The air smelled of left over rain, tense with a silent challenge.

“Then it seems we may not do business.” Kurt finally spoke, his air cutting through the silence like a freshly sharpened sword, soaked in blood.

“So it seems.” Y/N replied back.

“You sympathize with that legion. The treacherous killers.” His words were like venom, so much hate and abhor curling in his words, warping then into denigrated abominations.

“I don’t see how it affects you. Going after Minho is a death wish. Let it go, and forget the name and all ailments that come with it.”

“I cannot.”

“Then you’ll die.” Y/N shrugged. The gesture, a symbol of indifference igniting an irate aversion inside the increasingly hostile man,

“So be it.” Kurt uttered, blankly, “I cannot toil in the company of sympathizers.”

Y/N sensed him before he came. It was amusing really, the stealth he probably prided himself on being seen through as though it was an illusion.

Y/N sidestepped an unprecedented attack, her lips pulling into a fine line as the wind roared past her at the movement. In a heartbeat, a simple iron dagger appeared in her hand. When another second passed, that dagger was ingrained in the attacker’s throat.

“Oh? An assault?” Y/N mused, “I disagree with your meddling and you send for me to be killed? How disappointing. Though, I can’t say I’m surprised.”

Kurt only stepped to the side, away from the oncoming dance of violent. If he were affected by her teasing, he didn’t show it.

Y/N’s eyes followed his actions, quirking an eyebrow at his silence. It was insulting.

Though, before Y/N could express her distance for his ignorance, Y/N sensed another two bodies before they were on her. With a surprising speed, Y/N whirled around, dodging the blade of a sword. Her hair, curly and healthy, moved with her almost tantalizingly.

Y/N let out a joyous bout of laughter. She had been itching for a fight!

With a perplexing gracefulness, Y/N reached into her fine boots, her fingers pressing against the cool steel of her dagger’s hilt. In that same breath, Y/N danced around a joined swing of swords, her dagger meeting the dirtied flesh of her attacker.

She heard a cry of pain, then another frenzied swing of a sword. The thrust was jagged, and obviously a product of angry emotion. It was easy to parry the strike with her dagger. With the same speed and precision as before, another dagger pulled from the belt of her trousers, found itself in her other hand.

Y/N ducked under another attempt her cut her. In the split second it took her to crouch down, Y/N swiped her dagger with an underlying strength that was unexpected. The blade met the muscle of the transgressor’s ankle. His knee buckled, and with a casualness that was nauseating, Y/N rotated her body and buried the blade in the man’s neck.

A cry was heard, and a spurt of blood oozed out of the man’s now lifeless body, tainting the damp cement and air of the alleyway with it’s crimson color and metallic stench.

Y/N was quickly on the second attacker, her blade cutting the air beside him as he narrowly missed the sharpness. Though, he wasn’t fast enough to dodge the second dagger in her left hand. He was dead just as quick as the first.

Kurt let out a noise kin of a whimper. Was it shock, fear? Worry for his life? Y/N didn’t ponder the emotion that flashed in his eyes as she stalked towards him, boots tapping against the wet pavement with a daunting grace and power that was unnerving. Kurt’s eyes, red with water, darted around the alley. Each of his men, dead in under a minute.

Y/N was on him immediately, dagger in hand. He backed against a wall, cornering himself in fear for his life.

“Oh?” Y/N hummed. She grabbed the collar of his shirt, lowering her head to meet his gaze. She towered over him, tall in stature in comparison to the quivering man.

“Only three men? Well that is purely insulting, Kurt.” Y/N expressed, taunting him. “I mean how did you expect to assassinate Lee Minho with just three, easy-pay measles, or was I your trunk card?”

Kurt looked away, and Y/N’s eyes twinkled, “Oh! I was, wasn’t I, Lord Francis! My, you truly understand how to make a fine lady like myself feel special.”

She sheathed her dagger in the confines of her belt, and raised the other. She pointed the tip to his throat, relishing in the strangled cry he let out when a singular pebble of blood oozed from the light pressing.

“Should I question your motives? Ask why you wanted to kill him?” She inquired, questioning to herself out loud. She let out a hum, tilting her head to crane down at him.

“Y-you are just like him. A handkerchief cut from the same cloth. A monster!” Kurt choked out, trembling. Y/N shrugged.

“I’ve been called worse.” She said simply. “And I’ve battled worse than three lowly men. I would advise you to do better, but I am afraid you’ll have to contemplate my advise in the next life.” Y/N said. She smiled coyly, her feature-brightening dimple caving in on her cheek almost teasingly.

“N-no w-wait-“

Y/N leaned forward, her breath hot on his neck and her lips brushing against his ear, “My comrade will never have to sully his hands with the likes of you.”

Kurt Francis’s eyes widened, and Y/N dagger made contact with his chest.

Y/N stepped away and released him from her grip. He crumbled to the concrete, gurgling on his blood for half a minute before letting out his last sigh. Y/N felt a grin pull at her lips as she watched his eyes go blank.

She never relished in her kills, but she did feel accomplishment in her echo as she recounted the battle in her head.

Y/N glanced around the alleyway, her eyes trailing on the rivers of blood flowing from each of her victims, the red liquid connecting in a large puddle like a symbol of their shared fates. By the hands of her.

She contemplated cleaning up after herself, but found that the rats she despised before would do that work for her.

The dark-skinned girl rolled her shoulders, moaning slightly as the ache vanished at her movements. An action so casual, and so fluent, you could mistake the situation as normal.

Y/N sheathed her last dagger to the hidden compartment of her boot, clicking her tongue in annoyance when her eyes trained in on the splotch of red.

“For Cerci’s sake..” She mumbled.

Sighing she began to walk out of the alleyway, careful to not step on the corpses she had produced. If not for respect of the dead, then for her shoes.

The hair’s on Y/N’s neck rose, whispering a warning. Without another thought, Y/N spun in her spot, her heel elevating slightly as something whizzed past her.

Something thudded into the hard brick beside her head, a mere hair away from slicing her cheek.

Narrowing her eyes, Y/N whirled back around, daggers in hand, only to catch the fleeting sight of black flowing fabric on the roof adjacent to the building beside her. Y/N narrowed her eyes, her back aching with sudden tension and awareness.

Her senses were still good, and in tune with her reaction time. Still, it was a closer call that the L/N girl felt comfortable with.

Y/N hesitantly craned her neck, careful not to catch her cheek on the sharp object imbedded in the wall close to her.

Y/N felt an instinctive grin tug at the corner of her plush lips.

Imbedded in the wall of hard and worn brick, an arrow was lodged in place.

The strength behind the aim was professional, Y/N noted. The arrow’s head, which was delicately shaped into a sharp point, had deep cracks around the base of the targetted area. A product of the wielder’s strength. The handle of the arrow, crafted from a fine wood, a mixture of teal and ivory, Y/N noticed, was sturdier than normally crafted arrows for armies or personal mercenaries. Though, it was the wing of the arrow that was intriguing.

Pure white feathers that she perceived was dove produced protruded from the handle’s blunt end. Upon closer inspection, underneath was a carved symbol.

An ‘O’ crafted into an eye, with a delicate T woven into the Iris.

It was easy to miss, and easy to misread. But Y/N felt her stomach soar at the sight.

Attached to the sharp end of the arrow was a fine parchment. Y/N pulled her tunic’s sleeve down and she used the cloth cover her hands as she gripped the handle of the arrow and used her arm— tensed with exerted muscle— to pull the arrow out of its deep lodge.

The paper swayed down, whistling and whispering in the air as it fell to the wet cement. Y/N crouched down, picking the paper up without a second thought.

The white material was thick in expensive resource, stamped with the same emblem that was imbedded in the arrow’s wooden handle and made from crimson red wax seal.

It was the same color as Y/N’s victims blood, but Y/N didn’t dally with that colorful thought.

Y/N carefully opened the letter, her eyes trailing over the words in excitement.

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𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔨𝔫𝔬𝔴 𝔴𝔥𝔬 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔞𝔯𝔢, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔞𝔰 𝔡𝔬 ℑ. ℑ𝔱 𝔰𝔢𝔢𝔪𝔰 𝔴𝔢 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔩𝔬𝔫𝔤 𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔡𝔲𝔢 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔞 𝔯𝔢𝔲𝔫𝔦𝔬𝔫. 𝔈𝔵𝔠𝔲𝔰𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔲𝔫𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔢𝔢𝔫 𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔰𝔢-𝔠𝔞𝔩𝔩, 𝔪𝔶 𝔞𝔭𝔬𝔩𝔬𝔤𝔦𝔢𝔰 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔲𝔡𝔡𝔢𝔫𝔫𝔢𝔰𝔰. 𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔠𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔢𝔡 𝔲𝔭𝔬𝔫 𝔬𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔞𝔤𝔞𝔦𝔫. ℑ𝔫𝔡𝔦𝔳𝔦𝔡𝔲𝔞𝔩𝔦𝔱𝔶 𝔦𝔰 𝔫𝔬 𝔩𝔬𝔫𝔤𝔢𝔯 𝔴𝔯𝔦𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔫 𝔦𝔫 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔣𝔞𝔱𝔢. 𝔉𝔬𝔩𝔩𝔬𝔴 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔢𝔶𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔣𝔦𝔫𝔡 𝔲𝔰 𝔞𝔰 𝔴𝔢 𝔰𝔢𝔢𝔨. 𝔖𝔢𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔰𝔬𝔬𝔫. ~𝔗𝔒

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Oh? So her time was up?

What a pleasant surprise indeed.

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★ — “ DOES THIS OUTFIT MAKE ME LOOK FAT? ”

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huunni drops → cussin, 🎲 jokes, reader gets called fat a few times but it's all jokes, WHAT ELSE I MISS?

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(⁠☉⁠｡⁠☉⁠)⁠! HOW YOU GUYS GOSSIP! (⁠☉⁠｡⁠☉⁠)⁠!

🧁 summary: hot gossip? bf!skz is on the case!

🍨 genre: tooth-rotting fluff 😵‍💫, brainrotting crack 🥸

🎫 warnings: cursing, mentions of gr00ming (which, in light of recent events isn't exactly tasteful but.. whoops!), innuendos to real life events, (lmk if i missed anything!)

[xoxobela]

skz reaction to you saying no to them because you havent shaved

skz ot8 x afab black reader

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bang chan and leeknow

changbin and hyunjin

han and felix

seungmin and jeongin

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Hyung line:They ask you to pick their hair color

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Changbin finds something in your closet

Changbin birthday post pt1

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word count:2408(sorry yallll)

warnings: angst (if you squint), harddom!Felix x Sub! Reader: Felix being jealous over Soobin; degrading (Felix calling the reader a whore and slut like a lot); virgin reader; breeding kink; unprotected sex (don’t do)

"Come on, it's not that cold," your friend Felix said. "Felix, I don't want to go in the water," you said, going back to your phone. "What's the point in going to the beach if all you're doing is sitting on the sand doing nothing?" "Let me be," you said, rolling your eyes. Felix sighed and gave up. "Fine, but I'm right here if you need me," he said, going to the water with your other friends. See, the thing is, you have a crush on Felix. You guys became friends 3 months ago, and then you became really close with each other; the more you hung out, the more you realized how much you like him-maybe even love him. You confessed to him a month ago, but he said you guys were better off being friends, so yeah, you guess. You fell asleep on your towel, wishing the day would end.

You heard people talking, so you got up, but it wasn't anyone you knew. It was a boy with some of his friends. "Oh, hey, you're awake," he said, smiling down on you. "Hey, me and my friends have been watching you from afar, and I was wondering if you would like to, you know, go on a date with me." He said it shyly. I mean, he is kind of cute... But Felix. "Uhhhhh," you said, looking up at him. "I'm Soobin, by the way," he said, flashing you a warm smile and bringing his hand out for you to shake. "I'm y/n," you said, shaking his hand. "Y/n," he repeated. "A pretty name for a pretty girl. Anyway, can I get your number or anything?" "I mean, sure, why not?" "She's taken." A deep voice came from behind you, but you knew who it was. "felix?" "Oh, she is; she was just about to give me her number." "she was just playing with you now leave, or else I'll fucking kick your ass." Soobin looked at Felix, then at you. Your face was in shock as to what just happened. you? felix? dating? Are you dreaming? "Are you sure? She seems pretty interested." "What did I say? Leave now," fine," but before he could leave, he dropped a paper next to you and winked before leaving. "Felix, what the hell?" you said, slightly screaming. "what? What did I do wrong?" "Felix The guy was trying to get my number, and you scared him off." "I'm sorry, I don't know what got into-" "It seems like you don't know a lot of things, Felix. "You got up, "tell them that I'm leaving," "wait yall, don't go," why, so you can make me sad," he sighed, and just let you leave. Before you did, you picked up Soobin's number. ' Time to have some fun, you said in your head as you were walking off the beach.

When you got home, you texted Soobin.

y/n: Hey, is this Soobin? This is y/n.

Soobin: Oh, hey, I didn't know you were actually going to text me! after what your boyfriend did.

y/n: Soobin, he's not my boyfriend. I don't know why he said that. I confessed to him, and then he rejected me.

Soobin: Ah, I got you. soooo me? you? date tomorrow?

y/n: I would love to too!

You put your phone down, and as soon as you did that, you heard a knock at your door. You groaned and got up to open it. "felix? What are you doing here?" "Y/N, please let me just explain myself. I know you're confused. I just want to clear everything up, and I'll be on my way. You don't even have to talk to me again. Just please hear my side." You didn't want him to leave, though. "Fine," you let him in, and he smiled. "Ahh, thank you so much." He sat down on the couch, and you followed him and sat a little farther away than you used to. "OK, yeah, look, I never wanted to break your heart," he sighed. "When you confessed to me, I was nothing but happy, but I wasn't ready, and I should have said that back then; I just wasn't thinking. Y/N, look, I really like you; I have all this time. That's why I got so jealous of that guy. I really like you, y/n, and I was just scared for you to leave me because it happened before." You looked at him shocked. "You like me?" "Yes, I like you, and it's ok if you had lost your feelings for me. I don't blame you." "felix..." "I know I'm a bad person. I'm a dick. I'm an asshole, he began, and before he could go on, you kissed him. something you've been wanting to do for a while now. His lips were soft and sweet, like cotton candy. He felt amazing. He felt... right. He pulled away with the biggest dorkiest grin ever. "I take that as you like me back?" "No shit," he huffed a laugh and kissed you again, pulling away and smiling wider if it was even possible. "You don't have to be sassy." "Waiting for you this long? I think I have a right too, Mr." Just as you said, Soobin called you. You looked at Felix and then back at the phone. "Who's that?" he said, looking at the caller ID. "Would you be angry if I told that guy on the beach?" You were smiling as if you had done nothing wrong. "No, no, no, hun, I'd be furious. I'll just kill him before he gets to touch you." You looked at him. "Uhh, then it's not him," you said, "anyway, when are you hungry?" "No, no, no, call him back." "W-w-what?" "Call him back," he repeated a little more darkly than before. "U-u-uh, ok," you took the phone and called Soobin. "Ahh, hey, pretty girl, do you want to have that date today if you're free?" Felix looked at you and then at the phone. "Are you ok? You seem tense. I know a way to help your baby." Felix couldn't take it anymore, so he grabbed the phone. "What part of shes taken, didn't you understand?" "O-oh, but," he said, "don't call my girlfriend again." He hung up the phone. He looked up at you and saw you already looking at him. "Date today?" "Felix, please don't go," he stood up, "oh no, no, no, go with him. "Felix, please, I need you-and only you," you said. He looked at you and smiled. "Say that again, doll," he said, looking at you with nothing but lust. "I need you." "Fucking Hell." He smashed his lips against yours rougher than before. and pushed you to the couch, hovering over you. "Oh, the things I'm going to fucking do to you; you're going to only think of me and my name." Fuck, "I already think about you. "Fuck baby, let's take this to your room, yeah?”

You were sweating in these clothes, and you wanted them off. "Can Soobin make you out of breath just by kissing you?" "N-no" "Yeah, thats right," he said, kissing your neck while griding his hard cock on your cunt. You gasped as it took you by surprise. Fuck, what am I going to do with you?" he said, sucking on your neck, making sure to leave a mark. F-felix, "Yes, darling?" "I need you in me." "Oh, is that right? Your greedy little pussy was just over soobin, but you want my cock, what a fucking whore," you moaned at his words. "Fucking slut, do you like being talked down like this? You like being talked down like a little slut." You shyly hid your face with your hands. "No, no, no," he said, tearing off your hand, "you're going to answer me. Do I make myself clear?" "Y-yes, I liked being talked down like a fucking whore." "Fuck," he growled, attacking your lips. "You have no idea how long I've wanted this; I've wanted you for so long," he whispered. "Take off your clothes." "W-what, fel-?" "I'm giving you what you want." Take off your fucking clothes." He didn't have to tell you twice. Soon, both of your clothes were off. "Look at you.. fucking sweet, sweet body, I can't wait to have a taste." "What are you waiting for?" "I need to play with you and make you wet." "Felix, I'm already wet as fuck." "Fuck, you really want me that bad, don't you?" he said, stroking his cock slowly. "Y-yes, please." "Alright, I'll give you what you want even though you don't deserve my cock.”

Soon he was aligning his cock with your wet cunt. "Are you ready?" he asked, looking at you. "Ready" just like that, he pushed his cock into you slowly, pushing his head back. "F-fuck your so tight, am I the first one to use this pussyhm baby?" You couldn't answer; you were too busy screaming. His hand found its way to your neck. "When I ask you something, I expect you to answer." "Yeah, you're the first one, Lix." You felt his cock twitch inside you. "Fuckkk," he pushes the rest inside you, waiting for you to adjust. "M-move please." His hips snapped against yours once, making you let out a shaky moan. "You like that?" he said smugly. "Y-yes," he smiled and pulled, pushing back into you and snapping his hips this time. "F-fuck you; you feel so nice and warm. I don't know what I was thinking," he said, moving faster. "F-fuck Felix." "Yeah, you like that? You like being fucked like this, baby? Like being fucked by a man who rejected you, huh?" "Fuck! Yes, Felix, don't stop." "Open your mouth." "Wh-" "Open your fucking mouth." You did as you were told, opening your mouth to him. "Good girl," he grabbed your hair from behind and spit in your mouth. Fuck. "Your fucking mine not soobin; not anyone else but me got that?" "I-I- Fuck," he pulled out and flipped you on your stomach and spanked your ass, making you jump and clench around nothing. "Last time I asked you to fucking answer me," "Yes, i-im all yours!!" Just as you said, your phone rang. Felix looked at the caller ID. "Speaking of the Devil," he chuckled. "Why don't you answer him, baby?" "I-i-i can't." "I wasn't asking you, I was telling you to pick up the phone now." You sobbed and picked it up, putting it on the speaker. "hey y/n! Are you ok?" You heard him ask worrily, "i-I'm good, and you tried to hold back a moan as Felix fucked the living daylights out of you. "Are you sure you sound out of breath? He didn't hurt you, did he?" Felix chuckled. "Hurt you, he says." "N-no, Soobin, don't worry, I'm fine." "Yeah, you are," Soobin joked. felix growled, sending hard trust but slow trust to your pussy. "Hey, are you sure you're ok?" he asked. "How about some face time?" "No, Soobin, thats not a good idea," you moaned, covering your mouth. "What are you doing over there?" "Uh, nothing." "Are you touching yourself?" Far from it. "Soobin, I have to go," you hung up, letting out the loudest moan as you came around him. "Fuck baby, do you like being almost caught by a guy who wants to fuck you?" "Y-yes, fucck," he was still fucking you; the oversimplification was too much. "Fuckkk," he grabbed your hair, pulling you up to him. Your bodies were closer than ever. "Your fucking mine, f-fuck, where do you want me to go, darling?" "Side me," you said, but you couldn't even get the words out of your mouth. He chuckled-"can't even say it"-and his hand made its way to your neck, squeezing tightly but not too tightly enough to make you see stars. "You want me to knock you up but can't even say the fucking words. You want me to put a baby in your belly, is that right? Want me to mark you up? make you officially mine?" "Yes! Yes! Yes!" He looked at you as your head was thrown back to his chest. He took this as a perfect opportunity to spit in your face. "I'm gonna cum.. I'm cumping!" Fuck! He said as he came inside, letting out a drawn groan and pulling his head back. "Fuckkkk, take my cum, baby.. take my fucking cum. Uhhh, fuck, just like that. fuck yes.." He let you go, and your body went limp, dropping on the bed. He fell next to you both if you were trying to get your breath back into your body. "Are you ok, baby?" he asked softly, not like he had before. "More than ok," you said in between breaths. "Soooo, ahem," sooooo," "date tomorrow?" you laughed. "Sorry, I'm booked; Soobin took your place." "Don't test me," he said, grabbing your waist and pulling you close to him. "I'm joking, and I would love to too." "Hey, don't leaveee," I said as he stood up, "I have to get you cleaned. Hold on." He walked out and came back with a warm rag to clean you up. He lays down next to you “mine