#k.a.r.d scenarios

[kpopreac-tion]

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hello beautiful people. I am finally back (kinda) so send in requests for:

REACTIONS

PROMOTS

SCENARIOS

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RULES:

You can request one group per question

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I don’t do smut

I refuse to do anything sexist, racist, degrading or anything rude

BOYS GROUPS:

EXO

GOT7 (Hyung Line Only)

SHINee

NU’EST

TVXQ

DAY6

NCT 127 (Excluding Haechan and possibly other members of NCT)

SEVENTEEN

Stray Kids

Monsta X

GIRL GROUPS:

Red Velvet (Excluding Yeri)

Girls Generation/SNSD

f(x)

LE SSERAFIM

Blackpink

CO-ED GROUP:

K.A.R.D

SOLO ARTISTS:

Eric Nam

Ailee

Chungha

BIBI

B.I

AleXa

(If you want a different group or artist, let me know and I can see if I can make it happen)

[blazinbeautywrites]

Titty Tuesday

Note: Due to the rampant uprising of plagiarism on this site and others I am stating once and once only that this is my ORIGINAL work. If I find out that you have stolen/taken any part of my work I will handle you and the situation the way I see fit.

None of the pics or gifs I use belong to me unless stated otherwise. Full credit goes to the originators of said gifs and pics.

A/N: Now yall KNOW I couldn’t do Titty Tuesday without the titty man himself, BM aka the king of the Big Titty Committee! This is part of my Smut Week challenge than you can find here.

Length: 928 words

Genre: Smut

Matthew had been at practice all day and Niara, his girlfriend, was irritated. She understood he was preparing for his solo but damn. She didn’t spend half her day on a plane to be ignored when she touched down in South Korea. She decided to go out and explore.

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After a couple of hours of shopping and exploring, Niara finally made it back to Matthew’s apartment just as he texted her he’d be home in half an hour. That gave Niara enough time to take a quick shower and freshen up a bit. Once she was done, Niara walked out to the bedroom and admired the pretty lavender lingerie set she bought while she was out. She quickly slipped it on and looked at herself in the mirror. She went to her bag and pulled out her spray bottle with her water and lavender essential oil. She sprayed a little on her hair and gently fluffed her hair out so that her hair was all puffy and sat on her shoulders. Just as she finished she heard the front door open, signaling Matthew’s arrival. “Showtime.” Niara thought to herself. She made her way downstairs and creeped up behind him.

“Babe? You here?” Matthew called out. When he got no response he turned to go look upstairs, when he was startled by Niara standing in the middle of the kitchen in sexy lingerie.

“Surprise baby.” Niara said as she smirked at him. She stood on her tiptoes and planted a passionate kiss on his lips. He deepened the kiss and Niara moaned against his lips. Matthew reluctantly pulled away and admired his beautiful girlfriend.

“Damn I fucking missed you.” He said, eyeing her up and down. He took note of how her breasts were spilling over the top of her bra. One thing about Matthew, he loved him some titties. The bigger the better. He noticed Niara’s nipples were hard. He took his thumb and caressed her right nipple. Niara loved this soft shit but she needed him to be rough right now.

“Baby, as much as I love this, I really need you right now. I’m fcking soaking.” Niara said. She took his hand and guided it to her dripping center. Matthew groaned at the feeling of her wetness. He gave her a quick peck then kissed his way to her neck and down the valley of her breast. He pulled her bra down, exposing her voluptuous breasts. He backed her up against the counter and started to suck on her left nipple, gently biting the sensitive flesh. While he showed her attention up top, his left hand dipped into her underwear. He drew quick, rough circles on her clit, causing Niara’s body to jerk. She was so sensitive, she felt herself cumming and Matthew didn’t let up. He got down on his knees and threw her leg over his shoulder. He immediately dove into her wet pussy. He moaned as he ate her out like she was his last meal. Matthew was getting hard just hearing the nasty, sloshy sounds Niara’s pussy was making.

“Fuck you taste so damn good.” Matthew moaned. Niara was losing her balance as she tried to hold onto the counter. Her orgasm, fast approaching.

“I’m cumming, fuuuck I’m cumming…..shiiiiiittttttttt.” Niara came hard. She looked down at Matthew and saw his fast dripping with her essence. She pulled him up and gave him a sloppy kiss, tasting herself on his tongue. “You’re right, I do taste good. Niara spoke.” 

That was it for Matthew. He dropped his basketball shorts and turned her around. He bent her over the counter and entered her sopping heat. He stilled his movements, allowing them both to adjust. Growing impatient, Niara started throwing her ass back onto him. He laughed and began fucking her at a moderate pace. He soon began fucking her full force, making them both moan in pleasure. He grabbed her by her hair and pulled her to him. He removed his hand from her hair and placed it on her throat, squeezing lightly. He pounded into her so hard he knocked over a cup that was drying on the counter. Niara raised her leg and placed it on the counter, allowing Matthew to go deeper.

“Ohhhh shit, fuuuuck you’re so fucking tight baby.” Matthew sighed.

“I’m so close baby, fuck I’m close.” Niara said. She felt another orgasm coming.

“Fuuuk fuck fuck fuuuuuukkkkk.” Matthew said as he bust a nut deep inside her walls. He fucked her through his orgasm and the next thing he knows he’s being forced out of her wet pussy. 

“OHMYGOOOOOODDDDDDDDDDDDDDD” Niara yelled. She almost collapsed and Matthew moved to catch her. She looked on the floor and saw that she’d squirted all over everything. She look behind her and saw Matthew staring at her.

“Well shit. Babe I didn’t know you could squirt.” he said, amazed.

“Guess my pussy really did miss you.” Niara spoke. She gave him a sweet kiss then he started sucking on her nipples once again. She felt him harden again and laughed.

“You ready for round 2?” He asked.

“I JUST had a powerful ass orgasm and you ready to go again?” Niara asked.

“I got a lot of time to make up for. Now how’s bout you take you fine ass upstairs and get ready for daddy.” Matthew said.

“Daddy?” She asked, clearly amused.

“Did I stutter?”  He asked. He smacked her ass hard and she ran upstairs to get ready for round 2.

Niara was so happy to be reunited with her man.

[seokmattchuus]

Anniversary - Kim Taehyung (J.Seph)

A/n: I haven’t written soft smut in so long but I promise I tried my best, anon. I’m sorry. 

- Requested -

“I’ll be there at eight.” - 2:05 pm

“Don’t forget to dress up.” - 2:06 pm

You smiled at your phone before placing it back down on the bed, letting out a happy sigh as you rolled over.

Today was your third anniversary with Taehyung and you couldn’t be happier. You’d met him through your friend, Yuri, something about how he wanted to be set up with someone and you were the closest to his type. 

You agreed due to your curiosity - and because Yuri wouldn’t shut up about giving it a shot - but had you known that three years later you’d still be with him, you would have agreed a lot sooner.

It was around five when you decided to get ready, pulling some outfit choices from your closet and laying them on your bed before heading to the shower to start making yourself presentable.

When you were done, you started on your hair, drying it before straightening it. After, you turned and looked over your outfit choices one last time before picking up the crimson long sleeve with the black skirt.

As for makeup, you were torn between light and natural, or something dark and fall fitting, eventually choosing the latter.

It was around seven-thirty when you’d finally finished everything and you were in the process of putting on your heels when you heard a knock at your door. You hurried over, a small smile on your face as you grabbed your purse and keys off the counter.

“I’m early.” He smiled, looking down. “I just couldn’t wait.” He laughed, finally looking up at you. “You look great by the way.” 

“You act like you’ve never seen me dress up before.” You giggled, stepping through your door and locking it before walking down the hall. “You don’t look so bad yourself.” You smiled, your eyes taking in how good he looked dressed up.

“Well, I booked that new Italian place you’ve been talking about.” He smiled, taking your hand as you both stepped into the elevator. “And it’s been three years.” He smiled, his thumb running over the back of your hand. “I wanted tonight to be special.” 

“I would’ve been fine with something small.” You gave a shy smile, swinging your hands.

“And that’s why you deserve something more.” He smiled, bringing your hand up and giving it a kiss as the elevator stopped, the both of you walking to his car.

-

The night went by slow but you weren’t complaining. You’d both took your time eating, stopping every now and then to ask small questions about the other’s day.

“Should we get dessert?” He suggested. 

“That’d be nice.” You nodded. “Order for me, I’m going to go to the restroom.” You smiled before pushing your chair back lightly and walking to where you’d previously seen the bathroom sign. 

It wasn’t long before you came back, only having left to touch up your makeup. When you returned, you were just in time for the waiter to place down two cups of affogato before pouring the espresso over it.

“I saw you looking at it earlier.” He chuckled as the waiter walked away. “Is it because it involves coffee?” 

“Maybe.” You chuckled back before picking up your spoon and sticking it into a scoop of gelato so you could stir it, helping it melt faster.

-

The ride home was spent in a comfortable silence, one that continued on the way up to your door.

“I hate saying goodbye.” He muttered as you reached for your keys. 

“Then why don’t you stay?” You offered. “It’s not like it’d be the first time.”

“It’d be easier if you just moved in with me.” He started. “You still haven’t answered me.”

“I’ll give you an answer if you spend the night.” You raised a brow, dangling your keys in front of him and giggled as he shook his head playfully.

“Just hurry up and unlock the door.”

You quickly did so, smiling to yourself for a quick moment as you both walked in, tsking at him as he moved to sit on the couch.

“I have a surprise for you.” You piped up. “So meet me in the bedroom.”

You didn’t wait for an answer before turning to make your way to your room, heading straight for the pink bag that laid on your closet floor. You also grabbed one of Taehyung’s shirts on the way and walked into the restroom. 

You closed the toilet seat and set the bag on top of it, placing the shirt next to it. You slowly stripped down and placed your clothes in your hamper before changing into the black lingerie set, running your finger along one of the garters with a small smile. You couldn’t deny that just the thought of how he’d react already had you excited. 

You picked up his shirt and pulled it over you, your smile growing as it covered everything, checking your makeup one last time before grabbing the door handle.

“How much longer ar-” Taehyung called out but lost his words as you walked out, his eyes widening as he saw the small lace peep out from under the shirt as you leaned against the door frame. “Fuck.”

“You haven’t even seen it all.” You smirked, trying to put on your best ‘sexy voice’, though you were sure it was coming out the exact opposite of what you were trying for. 

You slowly walked the short distance between and slowly straddled his lap before your fingers went to grab the hem of your shirt to slowly pull it off of you. You couldn’t help but giggle as he groaned slightly, his hands moving towards your thigh to run his finger over the garter.

“And where did you get this?” He smirked, his tongue darting out to lick his lips as his finger trailed up to the hem of your panties, his finger tugging at it. 

“Why do you wanna know?” You cocked your head.

“’Cause I might have to buy you a new one.” He chuckled before rolling over so he was on top, one of his arms supporting him. “Key word: might.” He smirked, leaning down to peck your lips. “I want to take my time tonight.” He whispered, kissing you once more, his lips moving slowly against yours.

While his reaction wasn’t what you were expecting, you were completely fine with taking it slow. Especially when his lips slowly traveled down your neck, nibbling lightly along the way. Though it didn’t last long as he made his way passed your collarbones to kiss the top of your breast while pulling the thin fabric down so he could wrap his lips around your nipple, his eyes looking up to see your reaction while his tongue flicked over it.

It was his favorite. Seeing you with your lip between your teeth, the way your breath picked up and how your hips slightly wiggled under him. And if it wasn’t for him wanting tonight to be special, he’d have already ripped everything off you.

By the time he lips reached the hem of your panties, he looked up at you as he slowly pulled them off, letting them fall before spreading your legs and dipping his head to kitten lick at you.

“You always taste so good, baby.” He mumbled against you before licking slow stripes, occasionally moving to suck on your clit.

“Tae, please.” You whined, your hand moving down to tug on his hair. “I don’t want to wait.”

“But what if I do?” He raised a brow, sucking just a little harder on your clit, chuckling lightly at how your hips bucked into his face. “I want to make tonight last.”

“But I want you now.” You whined again. “Please.”

“I guess I can give into you for tonight.” He smirked, pulling away from you and working on his suit pants.

Your eyes focused on his hands, watching as they quickly worked on his belt and button. Next was his pants, his hands roughly shoving the garment down along with his boxers before moving to pump himself as he moved closer.

“You had no idea how hard it was to not do this earlier.” He groaned, sliding his tip along your slick folds. “You just looked so good.” He groaned again, pushing inside you slowly for emphasis.

“Shit-” You gasped, your head falling. 

Though it wasn’t the first time, Taehyung was just different. You’d never been able to get used to him. And with him slowly bottoming out, you couldn’t help but let out small whimpers as you felt all of him.

“Tae, move.” Your voice was small but he still heard it.

“You’re so impatient.” He chucked, but slowly started on a pace that wasn’t too much, but definitely not too little.

Your legs had somehow found their way to his waist and his hands eventually moved to lay on his forearms, his head falling onto your shoulder as his hips sped up slightly. The sudden action pulling a small gasp from you as your legs tightened their hold around him whiled he placed small kisses back along your neck, only aiming for the spots that he knew would have you melting under him.

“Taehyung-” You moaned out as he bit down on one those spots a little too hard, your walls clenching around him.

He couldn’t help the low groan that came out of him as he sped up his hips slightly. He may have wanted to take his time, but with how good you felt and how good every noise you made sounded, he couldn’t take it anymore.

And with how his newly set pace was hitting you just right, you weren’t sure you could either.

“Tae-I’m-” You started.

“Go ahead, baby.” He cut you off, one of his hands snacking between your bodies and down to your clit.

Your hand moved to his hair, lifting his head up and moving it so you could kiss him while your legs shook lightly around his waist while you came. Your orgasm had triggered his and his hips stilled, the both of you swallowing the other’s noises while you both came down from your highs.

Neither of you pulled away, too lost in each other for the time being before he suddenly rolled his hips, the sudden overstimulation pulling a small whimper from you before you pulled away and furrowed yours brows.

“I told you, baby.” He started, rolling his hips again.

“I want to make tonight last.”

[soulangel]

Dance Partner

Summary: Since Angel had joined AOMG officially, Jay has her working endlessly to make sure she was ready to debut properly. To help her along he asks someone for help who ends up being a good friend to her for the long run. And who’s the guy he’s talking about hanging out with? 

Group: Angel x AOMG, Angel x BM from K.A.R.D

Genre: Mild angst, hopefully some comedy, dorkiness

Warnings: Talk of depression and Angel’s incident with her mother in the states, crackhead dorkiness (this is probably a continuous theme for Angel ngl)

Word Count: 1,985

Angel’s Masterlist          Angel’s Practice Outfit     Main Masterlist

    For the 10th time in the 30 minutes she’d started dancing, Róisín finally fell to the floor in defeat and groaned out loud. “Jay it’s impossible! I can’t do this!” She yelled out after finally feeling the frustration reach it’s limit.     The elder of the two sighed and shook his head. “You can’t just give up now Ro-Ro. You’re so close! I think I have an idea to help you.” He replied, giving her a grin while he pulled out his phone to possibly get a hold of someone.     She just glared at him after he got out the nickname she hated the most. “I swear Jay if you’re calling up Simon to make fun of me again..” She hissed before he started talking happily and loudly to the person on the other line.     After he finished the conversation in hushed and very fast Korean that she couldn’t understand, he turned back to her with a smirk and clapped his hands together, rubbing them a moment until he walked up to the stereo one last time to play the song over. “Try it one more time and the thing I just called will be on the way to you in 15 minutes.” He bargained in the hopes of getting her to try the dance one more time.     Hoping it was food, Róisín sighed and groaned softly to herself. “It’s weird dancing with you like this though....you’re my brother.” She whined out loud.     Jay sighed and nodded his head. “That’s very true. But would you rather have me dancing with you.....or Simon?” He asked her, knowing exactly what he was doing when he threatened her with that specific name.     She gasped and pointed at him wide eyed, her other hand slapping across her mouth. “You promised you wouldn’t use that against me, TRAITOR!” She screeched at the guy, earning a laugh from him.     She started chasing him around the room in frustration to the point the song played over a good three times without their knowing, Jay being too busy running and cackling like a maniac and Róisín trying her hardest to make the elder of the two fall on his face-or his butt, she had no preference anymore as long as he STOPPED RUNNING.

    “FINE I GIVE UP!” She cried out, falling to the ground childishly as she crossed her arms and pouted her full lips up at him.     He grinned at her and did a weird wave like dance move side to side before he sat down in front of her and slapped her knee a couple times. “Come ooonnn where’d that energy go?” He asked her with a smirk.     She glared at him, not wanting to play around anymore since she knew he would somehow get her to exert more energy than she wanted. “I will kill you in your sleep and convince Kunst-Oppa to take your spot...somehow...” She hissed out, vaguely hearing movement outside the door.     A familiar head popped in with a grin on his face at being named from the redhead. “Awwww are you two bonding? Cute. Jay, your package is here?” He said quickly, confusedly looking from Jay to whatever was outside the door.     Jay clapped his hands happily and motioned with his hands to bring the thing in, which just made Code Kunst open the door wider to allow the thing into the studio. Róisín stared at the giant silhouette standing in the doorway beside Code Kunst and had to tilt her head in confusion, not understand what was going on. “ Jay...” She asked him finally, getting the guy to stare at her with a smile.     He stood up and held a hand out for her to take, waiting patiently for her to take his hand. When she did, he pulled her to her feet and dragged her over to the newcomer, making sure to keep her hand in his in case she decided to run away from them. “Rose, meet BM. Or just Mathew?” He said, ending it in more of a question than anything.     The tall guy just shrugged his shoulders and held out a hand for her to shake. “Nice to officially meet you Red. You can call me BM or Mathew. Whichever is fine. I’m here to help you with Korean and dance.” He grinned, seeing her face go from confused to frightened.      The two watched her freak out for a couple minutes before Jay’s grin turned devilish. “Oh did I also mention you’re going to be performing with him in a couple months? Better start practicing.” He told her evilly, stepping out of the room before she could throw something at his head again; he was still healing from the last object she threw at him...

          xXx

    What seemed like hours later to Jay but a few minutes to Róisín, the two in the studio were finally able to sit down on the ground panting in exhaustion but grinning from their accomplishments. “You got moves girl! It’s only day one!” He laughed a little in surprise as she laid backward and flopped herself onto the ground with a large groan.     She could practically hear the gears turning in the giant’s head as he thought about something for quite a while. As if he was debating on something very serious. “You were born in 96 right?” He asked her suddenly, earning a very strange look from the redhead.     She tilted her head and stared at him a moment, wondering why he could possibly be asking a question like that before nodding her head finally. “Y-Yeah? I’m only 19 right now. Or is it 20 here? I just moved here a couple months ago thanks to Jay.” She replied hesitantly, hearing her slight accent on certain words thanks to living with her Mimi for a year.     She winced at the small sound of her voice and managed to pull her knees up into her chest where she wrapped her arms around them as a security blanket. Mathew, at sensing the tense emotions rolling off her person, frowned a little at how small she looked in that moment. And he couldn't help feeling a protective sense as she continued to be lost in her thoughts, maybe about home? He opened his mouth to say something when her self-proclaimed big brother waltzed through the door with food and drink for the two. “Oh you’re already taking a break? Perfect! Here you go!” He said happily, sitting down next to the redhead to hand her the drink and piece of dinner he bought her.     Mathew stared at the two for a moment as he thought about how the elder of the two sitting next to each other seemed to stay beside her as if she needed some sort of stability. Róisín almost didn’t realize her phone went off until Jay was nudging her arm with his and motioned to the object vibrating up a storm beside her. “If it’s Maeve and she sees you not answering she’ll be coming for my head. Pick it up.” He said gently, smiling at the teen as she numbly looked toward her phone.     She stood up after she looked at who it was and quietly excused herself to take the phone call. “Morning Mimi. I’m okay. Yes I was just eating with Jay and a new partner of mine. Yes it’s a boy. Mimi!” The two males could hear a one sided talk as she left the room and closed the door behind her.     Jay sighed softly and looked up to the concerned face of Mathew. “She looks like hell Hyung. Is she okay to be doing this?” He asked finally, noting the elder wouldn’t say anything until Mathew did first.     Jay smiled bitterly and shook his head. “I’m not sure. I managed to get her to go to therapy for now just to help make sure she’s still capable of training. But there was a terrible incident that happened with her family before she was supposed to leave America. I bought her an international line so her family can always get ahold of her without worrying about price.” He mumbled, trying to explain without giving away details.     Mathew nodded his head as he listened, trying to understand what he was being told. “And you convinced me to do this because...?” He finally asked out.     Jay stared at him with a look that said he knew something. “You’ve already felt that pull toward her. That feeling where you just want to protect her, right? She needs all the support and friends she can out here. And since you’re from LA, I thought maybe you could help her transition to Korea better. Also that new friend of yours, what’s his name? Taehyung? Didn’t you say he’s just a comic? I was hoping we could all help her out of this depression she’s fallen into.” He explained to the brunet.     Mathew thought about the words a bit and nodded his head slowly. “She needs support. That’s understandable. She looks like she’s about to break by just touching her.” He mumbled as he frowned a little, remembering how she seemed when she danced and then when they both stopped and she talked about her home.      Róisín stepped back into the room a couple minutes later with a smile on her face before rushing up to Jay to tackle him into a hug. “Ashtin’s birthday is coming up soon!” She squealed at the guy who just barely managed to catch her frame before she soared passed him in her excitement.     The two guys blinked at each other while Jay just hugged the teen as she giggled and bounced around. “Ashtin is your nephew right? How old is he gonna be? We should go visit him.” Jay said happily, glancing over at Mathew who nodded his head silently, agreeing to what Jay was talking about earlier.     He then stood up and opened his arms for the redhead. “Hey come here Red! I want a hug too!” He called out, waiting patiently for the girl to look up at him in surprise.     She then smiled and stood up to hug him. “Thanks for the lessons today! You really helped me out. When do you want to practice next?” She responded as her arms wrapped around the guy.     He hugged her tight to his body and stared spinning around with her, making her squeal and laugh. “Noooo!” She laughed out until he finally stopped and set her right on her feet.     He then tilted his head as he thought about it. “Wanna go out with me and a friend tonight? I think you’ll enjoy it.” He asked her, watching as she thought about it for a couple seconds.     She turned to Jay who only nodded his head at her, telling her he agrees with whatever she’d decide. “Okay...but I still can’t go into bars. Not old enough yet.” She pouted once Mathew started chuckling.     He shook his head and wrapped an arm around her neck. “Don’t you worry about that Red. We’re not going out to bars. This is just two guys and a girl chilling and playing games.” He said simply, making sure she knew what she was getting herself into.     She rolled her eyes and shrugged her shoulders. “Okay. I’ll smoke your ass at video games, that’s fine by me.” She replied before rushing out of the room, yelling back at them that she was going to change real quick.     Jay was about to follow her out when they head a familiar voice boom through the floor, “Why do you keep running into me?! Do you just enjoy my embrace that much?!” At which Jay groaned and shook his head. “That damn Simon....always got to make her blush doesn’t he?” He sighed.     Mathew laughed out loud. “Aw does Red have a crush on the rapper?”      “SHUT UP MATHEW NO ONE ASKED YOU!”

[jisungmark]

could you maybe write a romantic date at home with bm from kard? if you’re willing to try it out ofc!

okay so i listen to one or two kard songs and i mainly know bm for being obsessed with wonho’s tiddies. so if i don’t portray him correctly, i am so sorry!

you were feeling down lately and he noticed. you said it was mainly because of your period, which is true. but you just weren’t feeling in your right mindset either. you weren’t really sure why, you hoped it was just a phase. you just wanted to stay in bed, you didn’t like interacting with people other than bm, you haven’t been eating and all you’ve done was sleep. he peeked in your shared room and noticed you were sleeping, again. he pouted slightly before an idea popped into his mind. he decided to make dinner at home instead of ordering out. he was gonna spend tonight reminding you of how beautiful you are. he was gonna spend tonight reminding you that it is okay to not be yourself all the time. he was gonna spend tonight making sure you know he loves you. you felt your eyes flutter open and you groaned. you really didn’t wanna wake up. you just wanted to stay in bed some more. but your bladder wouldn’t let that happen. you huffed as you lifted yourself from your bed and shuffled to the bathroom. you could hear soft music downstairs and the smell of food filled your nostrils. truthfully you were hungry, but for some reason you just did not want to eat. nonetheless, you did your business in the bathroom before going downstairs to see what bm had going on. your eyes fell on the plate of breakfast sat in front of your usual seat. there was a cup of apple juice by it too. you were almost certain it was no longer the morning time but he knows breakfast is your favorite. he had a few candles lit on the table and you wanted to scream. you’ve been so out of it lately, you’ve been neglecting him. you hoped he understood and he wasn’t upset, and based on this layout, he was not upset at all. he made his plate and sat it across from you. you slowly sank into your seat as he slid into his. he watched with a soft frown as you picked at the food in front of you. he softly encouraged you to eat some if you wanted to. you took a bite of the french toast and you felt your stomach do a happy dance. you took little bites of your food until you were able to take bigger ones. he was proud beyond explanation. he called your name and you looked up at him. he started to explain to you how he was very proud of you for even trying to eat. he was proud of you for getting out of bed even if you don’t want to. he was proud of you for not giving up. he explained that your mental health is important and you need to take time to better yourself. he told you that he loves you regardless if you want to talk to him. he wanted you to get better and he’ll be there for you, no matter how long it takes. you felt your eyes swell and your heart ache. you got up from your seat and crawled into his lap. you wrapped your arms around his neck and sobbed. you told him you loved him. you told him you weren’t sure what was going on. you told him this phase is so random and you don’t like it. you told him you’re thankful for him. you thanked him for being the amazing boyfriend he is. he just rubbed circles on your back as he rocked you softly. you wiped your tears and snot on his shirt and you giggled. he playfully rolled his eyes at you before pecking your lips. he told you to go finish your food and then you two will do whatever you wanted,,

[lilac7skyler]

BM boyfriend!au

[onepumpofsyrup]

K.A.R.D SCENARIO BASED TEXTS MASTERLIST

Key

Angst = a

Fluff = f

J.Seph

...

BM

WHAT’S UP? 

Matthew finds out you used to date J.Seph 

Somin

HYPED : a

You hype up Somin

Jiwoo

FIRST : f 

Jiwoo is delighted to find out that she is your first girlfriend 

LET ME OUT 

Jiwoo is locked in a closet because she’s a brat. 

POLY!

J.Seph & BM

SAY IT BACK 

BM feels out of place in your relationship.

[jaesusbeom]

Y/N is every K-Pop fan's dream

[k-p-p-d]

Need to Know

Summary: This is strictly confidential...

Length: 3k

A/N: @blackinkfics You asked for it, you got it. ;)

Previously...

“Kim Woojin, right?”

The cop lifted a brow and peered down over the bridge of his sunglasses. Stood before him was a kid—probably no more than 17 by the looks of his chubby cheeks and little clusters of pimples along his hairline—dressed in a grey hoodie at least three sizes too big for his frame and baggy jeans. He looked like a puppy forcing itself to not to piss everywhere in excitement. He didn’t appear to be a threat (the silence in his ear confirming his assumption) so Woojin shut his car door and crossed his arms. “Depends on who’s asking.”

The kid offered his hand to shake as he introduced himself, “I’m Choi Youngjae, the quartermaster for the precinct.”

Woojin narrowed his eyes. “How old are you?”

“Um, 21?” He shifted uncomfortably under the taller man’s scrutinizing gaze.

A soft ding sounded in his ear, signaling the information the kid had provided was true. Woojin shrugged, “You certainly don’t look it.” He slid his sunglasses to the top of his head and continued, “I didn’t file a req for more gear if that’s what you’re here for. Probably got me confused with other Woojin. He’s new and kind of trigger happy, if you ask me, and somewhat forgetful, always misplacing his cuffs and badge. Anyway. He’s out on patrol right now but his shift ends in a few if you wanted to wait for him.”

The quartermaster laughed brightly, the sudden booming noise bouncing off the concrete walls of the parking garage and making Woojin wince slightly. “No, no! That’s not what I’m here for at all. The captain actually sent me to come get you.”

“He did?”

“Yep. Follow me, detective!”

“I’m not a detective, kid,” Woojin corrected, but nevertheless followed the unusually perky boy to the underground entrance of the precinct.

“Oh,” the younger said dumbly, his lopsided grin transforming into a perfect circle. “You didn’t know. Oops.”

“I have no clue what you’re talking about.”

“Well, it’s best I keep my mouth shut and not ruin the surprise. The captain will have my ass if I say any more.”

“Whatever you say, Yongjun.”

“Youngjae,” he corrected over his shoulder as he practically bounced through the general area of the precinct.

“Okay.” Woojin stopped outside of the captain’s office. Right as he was about to rap his knuckles against the beveled glass pane housed in the middle of the door, Choi (he was absolutely horrible at remembering names) glanced back at him and laughingly told him the captain wasn’t in his office. “What do you mean? You told me he wanted to see me.”

“Yeah, but not in his office,” the quartermaster said matter-of-factly. “C’mon.”

They made their way down a couple more hallways until they reached the far end of the interrogation wing. Stopping at the last door on the right, Choi knocked thrice in rapid fire succession before he paused for a brief moment only to repeat the knocking sequence once more. The door cracked open just a sliver to reveal an eye narrowed with suspicion. Choi simply smiled as he motioned to the confused cop next to him, “Kim Woojin, sir, just as requested.”

At that, the door was pulled wide just enough to let the two other men slip through. As soon as they were inside, the door swiftly slammed shut and its deadbolt pulled tight. “Have a seat,” a deep baritone voice commanded firmly from behind them. Woojin quickly scampered to the only open seat, located at the very center of the round conference table. He glanced around and saw four other officers he’d never seen before: They were all dressed in plain clothes meant to be unassuming and passable to the untrained eye, but the deadened film hanging over their eyes and dark shadows crowning their jaws all clued to him that they were undercover detectives. And gaging by the way the four men seemed to stare pointedly at him with appraising looks, they were just as confused as to why he was here as much as he was. Before they could interrogate this supposed intruder, someone at the front of the room cleared his throat. All ten eyes immediately snapped forward.

Captain Ok Taecyeon was someone who was born to be a police officer. Aside from his impressive stature (he towered over everyone except for Woojin, who sometimes even had to stand up completely straight to look him in the eye) and his powerful build (every single centimeter of his frame was strapped with rippling and well-trained muscle), he had the eyes of hawk to spot injustice miles away and a quiet yet unshakable authoritative aura that seemed to ooze from every righteous pore on his body. He‘d been the shining star of the police academy and had had his pick of the litter when he graduated. He could have lived a comfortable and easy life as a member of any of the stations in the Seoul metropolitan area; but no, he chose to work as a member of the elite tactical combat unit responsible for handling every single crisis situation within the city. He developed quite a reputation during his time in the unit. So much so that when he retired from the unit and accepted the position as the precinct’s captain, he had to his name over 20 confirmed takedowns and had personally negotiated over 60 standoffs. Truth be told, every single cadet in the police academy looked up to him as if he were Superman in the flesh. He was as courageous as he was merciful, as resolute as he was compromising, as indomitable as he was approachable, as legendary as he was human. He was Captain Ok and he was staring right at Woojin. “First of all,” he began in that rich, baritone voice of his that just sounded to Woojin exactly how justice itself would sound if it could speak, “I need your badge.”

Woojin gulped. “M-my badge?”

“Yes. Your badge. Hand it over please.” He outstretched his hand toward the him. Woojin’s fingers would not stop shaking but he managed to fish it out of his pocket and placed it in the captain’s opened palm. The elder nodded once in acceptance before unceremoniously tossing it over his shoulder and accepting a new one from Choi, who was absolutely beaming at him. “Congratulations, Kim. Thanks to your impressive bust of the mayor’s sons, which resulted in the confiscation of nearly 50 grams of ‘Nightshade,’ you are now a detective.” Woojin rose from his chair and dipped forward in a sharp bow, both hands cupped and facing up as he gingerly accepted the new badge and title from the captain. “Detective Kim, please meet Detectives Park and Im,” Captain Ok said as he motioned to the pair sitting on Woojin’s left, “and Detectives Tuan and Wang.” Woojin bowed forward slightly and gave his customary greeting to his seniors.

“Now that’s out of the way…” The captain turned toward the quartermaster, who nodded once in return. “Gentlemen,” he started in a hushed yet firm tone, “everything that you are about to be briefed on is not to leave this room. It is strictly confidential: It is for your eyes and ears only. Despite Choi’s best efforts to ensure the security of this room, we are not so naïve to think that our best technological efforts alone are enough. As such, we will only be speaking in English from this point onward.” A groan of disapproval sounded softly in Woojin’s ear but he ignored it. “Am I clear?” the captain demanded in English.

“Yes, sir,” came the unified response in English.

“Good.” He stepped aside as Choi stepped forward and carefully spread out surveillance photos of a club in the process of being renovated. “Tomorrow evening, you are all to attend the public re-opening of this club. It was once owned by Kwon Jiyong but now belongs to Kim Seokjin. It will be a very public affair, but we have reason to believe all of the major players of the syndicates will be there except for a few.”

The captain shifted uncomfortably as he turned to face the other two detectives.  He swept his sympathetic eyes over their haggard appearances--each man sporting a pair of darkened, baggy circles to accentuate their bleary eyes and match the coarse tufts of hair sprouting along their gaunt yet clenched jaws--and sighed heavily as he wished he had anything other than what needed to be said to say to the two.  The pair looked as if they had been dragged through every ring of hell personally by the devil himself.  And in a way, and certainly in their eyes, they had been. What they had gone through over a year ago… Losing a partner was always hard, but to lose a brother?  Some wounds never heal.  The captain shook his head and sighed once more before he simply stated,  “Tuan, Wang: He’ll most likely be there in Kim’s stead.”

“We know,” the elder of the two partners grunted, a bitter twist souring his otherwise soft voice.

The captain flatly followed up, “Then you also know the risks posed to the four of your covers being blown if he spots you?”  It was a procedural question, or rather statement, they all knew that; but the words still stung like citrus juice being squeezed into a bleeding gash.  

“We know, Cap,” the slightly shorter of the pair raspily murmured as he placed a strong hand on his partner’s shoulder and gripped it reassuringly, the exhausted brunette immediately relaxing into the touch.  “We’re more than prepared for this.  It’s just…”  Wang’s raspy voice trailed off as he struggled to find the words, wide eyes clouded with pain, regret, and a million unshed tears.  Woojin’s heart went out to the guy.

“We all understand,” came a quiet rumble from the opposite side of the table.  Woojin turned his head to determine which one of the stoic pair of detectives had spoken.  His answer was soon given when the one with the two moles perched in a perfect line above his left eye--Im, was it?--leaned forward and spoke in that same quiet, rumbling baritone, “He was like a brother to us all.”

“He still is,” his partner, Park, emphasized. “He’s just…” His tongue sat heavy in his mouth as all the words, thoughts, feelings he’d so carefully compartmentalized and stored in the furthest corners of his mind suddenly sprang forth to scramble up his suddenly seemingly-constricted throat.

Woojin’s mouth moved before his brain could catch up and he heard himself rather plainly admit, “I know what it’s like to lose a partner and I know what it’s like to be betrayed by one.  It’s the worst kind of betrayal there is and it changes you, completely. I don’t know what all happened between you all and this guy--no, partner, I guess, of yours.  But…” Woojin paused as he let his eyes flicker between the four other detectives sat on either side of him.  “I know one thing: He hasn’t betrayed you.  If he had, I don’t think any of us would be alive right now.”

Tuan scoffed, “No shit, Sherlock.”

“Out of line, Yi En,” his partner immediately reprimanded in hushed Cantonese.

Woojin chuckled wryly once.  “It’s fine,” he assured the blond in his own heavily accented but still understandable Cantonese, “I get it. Wound’s still fresh.”  He grinned warmly, though the warmth of his smile failed to seep into his narrowed eyes, as he watched the two gape at him astoundedly for a split second.

Wang was the first to gather his wits. “Thank you for understanding,” he began before easily slipping back to English,”but he was still out of line. And therefore owes you an apology.”

“Nah, man, it’s fine,” Woojin brushed it off with a wave of his hand.

“You heard him. It’s fine,” Tuan clipped.

Woojin shrugged and turned back toward the front to face their captain, a dark chuckle leaving him once more as he near gleefully mused about how his real partners would react to Tuan’s bitchiness.  Poor guy wouldn’t last a minute with the girls, he thought near sympathetically.  “So, sir, what exactly are we meant to be doing at this party?’

Captain Ok cleared his throat, “Right. Park, Tuan, and Wang will all be maintaining their covers; Kim, since this is your first undercover operation, you obviously aren’t as deep under as them.  We haven’t figured quite figured your cover out yet; but you’ll be there to ensure that if something should happen that would cause any of the detectives to be arrested, no other cop but Im arrests and brings them in.  No one else.  Nearly every cop that’ll be surrounding the club is on someone’s payroll.  The bosses pay them and the commissioner well so the authority to assign officers is out of my hand. Luckily for us, Im’s cover is potentially compromised so he’s been removed from day-to-day undercover work, meaning he’s just another beat cop in the eyes of the commissioner. Understand?” Captain Ok paused to let Woojin affirm he understood. “Good. Because this is also your first operation, you need to be briefed on who’s who.”

A loud ‘thud!’ beside him made Woojin jump in his chair. “Oh, sorry!” Choi sheepishly apologized as he nervously raked a hand through his hair before pointing to the large box of files sat precariously on the edge of the table.  “It was a lot heavier than I thought,” the young quartermaster offered as he awkwardly stepped away to stand back beside the captain.

Woojin curiously flicked the lid off the box.  He let out an airy whistle as he took in the mountain of manila folders stacked haphazardly one on top of the other. Reaching down, he pulled a disturbingly thick folder off the top of the pile. “Wow,” he mumbled while thumbing through the neverending sheets of paper stuffed every-which-way in the battered folder sleeve. “Is this all there is?”

The room went dead silent as six sets of eyes landed on him in bewilderment. “What? Is there something on my face?” he mumbled self-consciously, swiping a hand across his stubbled cheeks in search of whatever stain was marring his image.  The silence was shredded to bits when Choi unhinged his jaw to let out the most earsplitting bark of laughter Woojin had ever had the misfortune of hearing in such close proximity.

Park deadpanned, “You’re joking, right?”

“No?” Woojin answered as he nervously scratched at the nape of his neck.

Park simply shook his head and clicked his teeth, sitting back in his chair.  His partner chuckled softly to himself before clearing his throat. “Those files,” Im pointed at the box, “are just for the ‘Triptych.’” He motioned to the stack of boxes piled high in the corner of the room, all of which Woojin had very wrongly assumed to be empty.  “Those over there are for ‘LOXE.’”

Choi lifted a couple more boxes that had magically appeared from the shadowy recesses of Woojin’s own personal hell onto the table, “Here’s everything we’ve got on the ‘XX.’”

“Follow me,” Captain Ok instructed with a tilt of his head before he turned on his heel and opened the door.  Woojin followed behind him obediently down the hallways and stairwells of the precinct, many of which were wholly unfamiliar to him.  He opened his mouth to ask the captain a question, but the older man simply shook his head, wordlessly signaling that it wasn’t safe yet for them to speak.  They arrived at a spectacularly unimpressive and battered steel door at the very end of the last corridor in the basement.  The captain fished a small, silver key out of his pocket.  Gingerly, he slid the slender rod into the keyhole and turned it; the lock groaned in protest but the tumblers clicked harmoniously to announce it was open.   Woojin coughed as a tiny tornado of dust flew past him when the captain slowly pulled the door open, its rusty hinges creaking loudly in the still air.  The captain stepped inside the small, dark room and flicked on the light switch.  “Meet the ‘Headmasters.’”

 “Well. Fuck.”  All around them, crammed in every crook and cranny and corner of the room was filled with boxes and boxes of goddamned files.   Woojin’s shoulders dropped in defeat.

“Cheer up, kid,” Captain Ok nudged him with his shoulder, “least you didn’t spend years of your life collecting all this intel.”

“I kinda wish I had,” Woojin muttered under his breath, making the captain laugh.  With a heavy sigh, he stepped forward and batted open one of the boxes.  He pulled out a file and angrily stared at its contents for a second.  “How long do I have to memorize all this stuff?”

“The party’s tomorrow night at 10.”

“I’m fucked.”

The captain turned and leveled his steely glare at the officer. “No,” the older began seriously as he pressed the key into the younger’s clammy palm, “you’re Woojin.” A booming chuckle rumbled out of the captain as he cheerfully exited the room, closing the door behind him and trapping Woojin in the avalanche of intel.

A couple snorts and giggles sounded in his right ear and he groaned. “It wasn’t even that funny!” he whined pathetically.

“Yes, it was,” Taehyung corrected with a chuckle.  Both of the girls chimed in with a ‘yep!’ 

“You guys are such meanies to me!”

“Oh my God, he just said we’re meanies. How is he the oldest?” Somin wondered flatly.

“His dad’s condom broke,” Jiwoo snickered conspiratorially.

“I am never talking to you again,” Woojin groaned bitterly, the unwanted images of his conception night flying around his already stressed and crowded head, as he began scanning each sheet of paper in the file laid open before him.

“Our prayers have been answered!” Jiwoo cheered.

“Wow. So you really just gonna rejoice like that?”

“I’m sorry, did you guys hear something?” Taehyung questioned.

“Really?”

“Nope, didn’t hear a thing,” Somin confirmed.

“I hate all of you.”

“We hate you, too!” the three of them all exclaimed together.

Woojin rolled his eyes and sifted through another file.  “Are you guys getting all this?”

“Guess we’re pulling an all-nighter, huh?” Somin sighed heavily.

“Slumber party!” Taehyung chirped brightly and Woojin could just see him clapping his hands together.

Woojin groaned, “Why are you always happiest when I have to suffer.”

“We’re suffering right along with you, dumbass. Some of us just choose to be happy despite the suffering.”

“Masochist.”

“Only for you, papi.”

“I hate you.”

Continue...

—Admin Lily

[little-miss-kpop]

Jiwoo: Your sugar mumma taking you out on a date ❤️

[gotmonstabangtantrashmelani-blog]

Hey y’all I’ve been m.i.a and I’m sorry about that. I’ve just trying to adjust to college and your girl is struggling. I’ve been getting requests so I’m gonna start that and some people have been asking to make a Masterlist and I think I’ll have to make a new one since I’ve added some stuff. But I’m sorry for like disappearing I’ll try and be back on as much as possible. Im gonna be opening selca ships soon so send this in please...

[kpopreac-tion]

K.A.R.D Reaction To You Not Letting Them Out Of Bed

K.A.R.D when you want to sleep in and don't let them out of bed - Requested By Anonymous 

B.M: "I know I'm amazing but you don't have to cling to me." He would gladly take up your offer but feel bad about leaving you and not spending time with you and being there for you

J.SEPH: "I want to stay too but you know I have to get up." He would be hesitant as he knew he had work but he missed you and you pouting would be his weakness. 

JIWOO: "Of course I'll stay with you." She'd give in pretty easy because she missed you as much as you missed her. She felt bad about not seeing you often and wanted to make up for it. 

SOMIN: "I'm not going anywhere, I'll be right here with you." She would also feel about about not spending time with even if she knew you proud of her so she'd spent the morning cuddling you

[blazinbeautywrites]

Trick Or Treat (Matthew)

Note: Due to the rampant uprising of plagiarism on this site and others I am stating once and once only that this is my ORIGINAL work. If I find out that you have stolen/taken any part of my work I will handle you and the situation the way I see fit.

None of the pics of gifs I use belong to me so full credit goes to the originators of said gifs and pics.

Length: 722 words

Genre: Smut

A/N: This was originally meant for the Halloween prompt but I just put the prompt in and took away the Halloween element.

Eboni stood in shock. Matthew had dropped a huge bombshell on her and she didn’t know how to take it at all.

“Okay wait. Run that shit back to me again.” She said.

“I’m a faerie.” Matthew repeated. Annoyed at the fact that Eboni wasn’t grasping the concept.

“Fairy?! What like Tinkerbell and them other Neverland fairies?” Eboni asked.

“TINKERBELL?! Fucking Tinkerbell? Really?” Matthew asked, growing more irritated.

“What other fairies do you know? Huh?!” Eboni yelled.

“I’m Fae. Not a fucking fairy.” Matthew said.

“Same damn thing. You didn’t do anything to me right? I’m not gonna go around shitting out fairy dust am I?” Eboni said.

“You are fucking nuts.” Matthew said. He took a seat as he processed the fact that he told his most sacred secret to a mortal.

“I need to go. Please don’t call me.” Eboni said. As she left his apartment she pulled out her phone to text her friend Nene.

“Wait! Now That you know what I am, does that mean we can’t fuck anymore?” Matthew asked. Eboni scoffed and walked out of the door.

EB: Biiiitch! This nigga a fucking fairy. Wait excuse me, a faerie.

Nene: BITCH WHAT?! Like that lil flying hoe Tinkerbell?! Po lil Tink Tink! Wait! Does he nut fairy dust or some shit?

EB: Hoe BYE!

Eboni slips her phone back into her pocket and books it out of Matthew’s apartment building.

The next day Eboni was fresh out of the shower when she heard a knock at her door. Looking through the peephole she saw Matthew and immediately opened the door.

“Hey.” She mumbled.

“Hey.” Matthew responded.

“I’m sorry. I overreacted yesterday. You obviously care about me enough to share something like that with me. I’m sorry I fucked up your moment.” Eboni said.

“I mean you good but please don’t ever compare me to that punk bitch Tinkerbell.” Matthew said.

“Uhhh watch your mouth. She’s a badass. Be happy you got compared to her. Anyways I need to get dressed. I have work in a hour.” Eboni said.

“Or, I can show you what it’s like to fuck a fae.” Matthew said. He moved towards Eboni, pulling the strings on her robe. Eboni felt the fabric slip from her body and pool around her feet. Grabbing her hand, Matthew led her back to her room and threw her on the bed. “Now just lay back and relax.” He mumbled against her lips. Matthew trailed soft, wet kisses from her neck to her navel. He kneeled on the floor and pulled her body to the edge of the bed. Wasting no time he spread her legs and dove right in. He loved hearing the melodic sounds of her moans. It was music to his ears. He gave her agonisingly slow licks as she squirmed against him.

Eboni gripped his hair as he started sucking on her clit. Back arching of off the bed, she came with a loud, almost inaudible, scream. Pleased with himself, Matthew stood up and Eboni moved to the middle of the bed. Yanking off his boxers and basketball shorts he crawled up to her and spread her legs once more. He dove right into her already slick heat. Eboni let out a small squeal at the sudden contact, still sensitive from her last orgasm. He picked up the pace and she nearly lost her shit.

“Oh god oh god oh god!” Eboni moaned. Matthew took no mercy on her and Eboni loved every minute of it. Matthew’s hips began to stutter as he chased his high.

“OH FUUUUCK!” Matthew yelled as he came. Eboni felt very warm and aa she looked down, she saw a white beam of light emanating from where they were connected. She felt an immense amount of pressure but it felt so good she didn’t question it as they rode out their highs together. Matthew rolled off of her and collapsed on the bed.

“Well fuck me.” Eboni sighed.

“I think I just did.” Matthew breathed.

“Shut up idiot.” Eboni chuckled.

“But I’m your idiot.” Matthew said. They laid in eachother’s arms for a bit before Eboni had to get up for work. If that’s what fucking a supernatural being felt like then Eboni was down for it. Just as long as she didn’t shit out fairy dust.

[seokmattchuus]

Desperate - J.Seph (Kim Taehyung)

- Requested -

A/n: I put a ‘keep reading’ because I know there’s people that don’t even know this man exists but since he’s not the only one with the name, I don’t wanna burden people who are looking for other Taehyung’s in the tags. So, now that that’s been said, moving on.

aND for y’all out there that DO know this man, (I know y’all out there cause y’all wanted this) bUt, if this fic doesn’t prove that I’d let him fuckin’ r u i n me, I don’t know what will.

“Guys officially suck.” You declared as you walked out of the shower and into the kitchen, meeting your best-friend-turned-roommate, Jay. 

“Why do we suck this time?” He chuckled, shoving a spoonful of cereal into his mouth.

“You all suck in bed.” You pouted. “Why am I not worth a good fuck?” Your pout grew as you put your wet hair up in a messy bun before readjusting your towel. “Should I just fuck girls instead?” You sighed, turning to get the milk from the fridge.

“Have you fucked every single guy?” He raised a brow as you grabbed a bowl from the cabinet before looking for a spoon. “How are you so sure we all suck?”

“I’ve fucked my fair share of guys, Jay.” You rolled your eyes as you reached for the box of cereal, pouring yourself some. “I’ve probably only ever had, maybe like, one good fuck?” You questioned as you uncapped the milk before pouring it. 

“I mean, one is better than none.” He shrugged.

“Not in this case.” You glared, taking your spoon and shoving it into the bowl.

“Well don’t take it out on the Fruity Pebbles, god damn.” He laughed, getting up to put his bowl in the sink. 

“You’d be upset, too.” You glared. “Think of it as never ending blue balls.” You said with a mouth full of cereal. “Just so much frustration.” You groaned.

“Maybe go out to the club.” He suggested. “Find a decent looking stranger and you just might luck out.”

“And if I don’t?” You raised a brow.

“Then you can start fucking girls.” He smiled.

-

Jay’s suggestion rang throughout your head the whole day and you finally gave in to it.

Looking at the pros, you didn’t have work tomorrow, you didn’t have anything to do tonight, your friends have been begging you to go out with them for the past two weeks, and you did have a dress just sitting in the back of your closet.

Looking at the cons, you’d possibly have yet another ten minutes of your life wasted in entertaining some random guy’s ego.

You sighed as you pulled your phone out, texting your group chat.

“Any one down to go out tonight?” - 8:09 pm

It didn’t take long before a series of “Yes!”’s came back, and you looked at your closet with a shrug.

Fuck it.

-

By the time you had gotten yourself ready, it was nearly ten, and you smiled at your reflection before grabbing your handbag and walking out to grab your heels.

“And who are you dressed up for?” Jay said, nearly choking as he took in the sight of you.

“Oh, you haven’t seen this dress right?” You laughed. “Sara bought it for my birthday. I didn’t have a chance to wear it, but I’m giving the male species one more chance, so I brought it out.” You smiled, giving him a twirl.

“Is that even a dress?” He exclaimed. “It’s too damn short.”

“Guys like short clothing, Jay.” You shook your head as you grabbed your heels from the side of the wall, sitting down to put them on. “No one’s gonna wanna fuck me if I look like a nun.”

“You look easy.” He said, ignoring your comment as you sat up, the added height making his eyes travel higher.

“Then I can prove I’m not.” You winked before grabbing your keys and walking out. 

It wasn’t long before you had met up with everyone and found a table not too far from the dance floor. Not that you wanted to dance, but you wanted to spot out your options.

Said options being the basic college boy, to the creeps that didn’t know personal space.

Despite the lack of options, you’re sure it wouldn’t matter once you’ve had a decent amount of drinks in you.

-

You don’t remember when you got to the dance floor, or when a pair of hands started gripping your hips, but you honestly weren’t complaining, nor willing to turn around and face whoever was behind you, too scared of what you might see.

But he didn’t seem like some random frat boy. His touch wasn’t needy, but it held you close. He didn’t smell like weed and beer, but like expensive cologne. He wasn’t rushing, but taking his time.

And whoever the mystery man behind you was, he must’ve been enjoying himself as his hands tightened around your hips when you tried to roll them.

“Let’s just stay like.” He whispered as he moved your hips back to how they were swaying before, his head dipping into the crook of your neck to suck small hickies.

As he did, your hands went to grab at his hair, tugging slightly as bit right below your ear, his hands traveling to the front of your hips, pushing you back into his bulge.

You weren’t sure how long this had been been going on, but when his hand traveled down to grab your ass roughly, you definitely didn’t want it to end.

“B-Bathroom.” You spoke out.

“I thought you said you weren’t easy.” You heard a familiar deep voice say, and your eyes snapped open.

“J-”

You didn’t have time to ask as he grabbed your wrist, dragging you away from the dance floor, out the club, and towards his car.

“What are you doing here?” You slurred slightly.

“You looked so good in that dress.” He groaned as he reached for the door handle. “I wanted to be the one to take it off.”

You were speechless, shocked, confused, and horny all at the same time.

“What?” You furrowed your brows. “You-, I-, How?” You questioned as your drunk mind was trying to process everything happening. 

“Don’t act like you weren’t enjoying it.” He said. “Just because it’s me, it’s different?”

“W-”

“You were so willing to let me fuck you in a club restroom.” He smirked as he tugged the handle to open the door. “Would you rather have found out it was me in there?” 

You swallowed thickly as you stared up at him. the situation sobering you up as you slowly got into the car.

When did he get so attractive?

You watched as he closed the door and walked around to the drivers side, getting in and starting the car.

The drive was silent for a while, you being too shy to speak up.

“Were you really gonna let someone you didn’t know fuck you in the restroom?” He asked, placing a hand on your thigh, his eyes not leaving the road.

You didn’t respond, and his hand just moved closer up.

“Were you really so desperate that’d you let someone feel you up on the dance floor? Right in front of everyone?” His tone deepened as his hand neared your panties. “Were you that needy for someone you didn’t know?” He said, his fingers lightly running over your panties.

“And you’re already so wet.” He chuckled. “Little miss not-so-easy’s all talk then, huh?” He cocked a brow, finally looking over at you, smirking at the sight. 

Your face flushed, your lip pulled between your teeth, your legs parting so his hands could get closer, and lastly, your hands gripping the seat belt.

“I bet you’d let me fuck you right here in this car.” He laughed, his finger applying more pressure as he rubbed you. “On this busy street.” More pressure. “Where anyone could pass by.” He bit his lip at the thought, turning his attention back to the road while his fingers slid under your panties.

“Where anyone can hear you screaming for me.” He continued, his fingers coating themselves in your wetness before dragging them up to your clit, rubbing slow circles, your head falling back against the seat.

“Please-” Your voice was soft, neither of you sure you even said it at first.

“What was that?” He teased with a smirk.

Fuck. You really did say that out loud.

“I asked a question, Y/n.” His tone smug as he rubbed your clit harder, loving how your hips bucked into his hand.

“Please, Jay.” You closed your eyes, too scared to look at him.

He didn’t respond, opting to turn into the side lane and park the car, his hand pulling away from you.

“Backseat. Now.” Was all he said, watching you expectantly.

With shaky hands, you unbuckled the seat belt and reached for the door handle, slowly getting out as he did the same. 

You opened the backseat door and stared at him with soft eyes, not knowing what to do.

“I never would’ve taken you for the submissive type.” He smirk, grabbing your arm and turning you around so you were bent over the seats. “With how bossy you act, I was expecting a challenge.” He teased, his hand coming up to grab a handful of your ass.

“I told you this thing was too short.” He tsked. “All you had to do was bend over, and I can see everything.”

You were more than grateful he couldn’t see you, too scared of what else he’d say if he could.

“Jay please.” You whined, wiggling your hips, only to get a smack in return. 

“Why would I give in to you?” He said, smacking you again. “You were so ready to fuck some stranger.” He scoffed, his hand going down to rub you over your panties again. “You’re just a desperate little slut.” He growled the last past, the whimper you let out not going unnoticed.

“What was that?” He smiled. “Degradation, too?” He nodded as his hand grabbed your panties, pulling them only enough to fit his hand between your legs, groaning at the wetness. “Desperate and dirty.” He laughed, pushing two fingers into you and pumping fast, not bothering to be gentle. 

Your head pressed into the seat, your mouth biting the cushion to try to silence yourself, only for his free hand to come up and grab your hair, forcing your head up.

“If you’re like this with my fingers,” He chuckled. “Can you even handle my dick?” He shook his head. “Plus, I thought you wanted everyone to hear you.” He smirked, placing his thumb over your clit.

“J-Jay, please, fuck, don’t stop.” You moaned out, clenching around his fingers.

“Does my desperate little slut wanna cum?” He cooed, pumping his fingers faster.

“Yes, please,” You cried, only to let out another as he pulled away.

“So desperate.” He tsked, tugging your hair harder as he pressed his bulge into you, nearly groaning as he felt how wet you were. “I can feel you through my jeans, baby. Did you enjoy yourself that much?” He groaned, rolling his hips. “I bet you’re desperate to cum.”

“Yes, yes, I’m desperate for you, please.” You whined again. “I really want to cum.” 

“If my little slut wants to cum.” He smirked, his hand tugging your head back so he could lean in towards your ear. “Then she’ll cum on my cock.” He growled, pulling away from you entirely and nearly ripping his jean button off while trying to get rid of them, only pushing them down to give him room to pull himself out.

“Or does she even deserve it?” He licked his lips, pumping himself a few times.

“What do I have to do?” You groaned in frustration, your eyes watering.

“Fuck yourself on me.” He said, pushing his tip in unexpectedly.

It took you a minute to think about what he just said, the feeling of him finally inside you clouding your mind, but you slowly slid yourself onto him, not fully prepared to take all of him.

“If you go any slower, I’ll fuck you on the car.” He warned. “Then you’ll really have an audience.” He smirked, knowing full well you could hear the cars passing.

You clenched around him at the thought, completely forgetting you weren’t the only ones on the road.

“You must like that idea.” He smirked, pulling out and taking you along with him before shoving you against the side of the trunk. “You can’t say you didn’t, I felt how much you like it.” He whispered into your ear, his hand coming up to the top of your dress to pull it down, your breasts popping out.

“And no bra.” His tone full of amusement. “You really were planning on getting fucked tonight.” He groaned, grabbing a handful of your breast while his other pulled the hem of your dress up before pulling your hips into him.

“J-Jay the ca-.” Your whimper was cut short as he slid himself inside, giving you no time to adjust.

“You wanted them to see, remember?” He panted into your ear as his hand came up to wrap around your throat. “You asked me to fuck you where people could hear you.” He tightened his grip. “Could see you.” He smirked while the hand that held your breast moved to your hip, holding you in place as his thrusts sped up.

Your hands grasped desperately around the car, trying to grab at anything you could while you got lost in him, the fear of cars driving by long gone.

“This is what you wanted, right?” He questioned, his hand leaving your throat to push you against the car, his palm pressing on your upper back while he slowed his trusts.

“Fuck, Jay, don’t.” You pleaded, backing your hips so you could meet his thrusts, too lost in the pleasure. All you wanted was for him to make you cum, regardless of where he did it.

“Maybe I should pull out and wait till we get home.” He suggested. “See how needy you get for me then.”

“No, no, no.” You cried, your head shaking against the metal of the car, his hand on you preventing you from looking back at him. “Please, I need to cum, I don’t care who sees.” Your moaned, a tear slipping down your cheek. “I wanna cum for you, please.”

“Then fucking do it.” He growled, hips resuming back to their pace before, his grunts edging you on even more. 

You had no words, the only thing on your mind being how close you were. How good he felt inside you. How you haven’t felt this good in so long. 

The hand pushing you against the car let up and fell to your other hip, using it to push you back against him with just as much force as he was pushing in.

“I-I’m gonna-” You panted out, turning your head so your cheek was pressed against the car. 

You were met with even harsher thrusts, his hands pulling you back down onto him with loud slaps, your hands balling into fists as you felt your thighs give out, his hold the only thing supporting you as you came, him soon after, leaning over you to press small kisses onto the back of your shoulder.

“Ja-”

“Taehyung.” He cut you off with a pant, pulling out and pulling his boxers back up, his pants next. “We can drop the nickname for tonight.”

And there it was. The realization of the situation.

You just fucked your best friend.

On his car.

In the middle of the road.

Where people most definitely saw.

And you really couldn’t care less.

You slowly pulled yourself away from the car, picking up your panties.

“When were you gonna tell me you were so good in bed?” You scoffed.

“Technically, we weren’t in bed, but I can show you that, too.” He smirked.

“I’ll take you up on that.” You said as you turned around, a smug smirk forming as he watched you wobbled back to the car door, pulling your dress over your chest but not bothering to fix the bottom as you got in, him walking around to get in, his smirk still displayed.

“What are you smirking at?” You asked, his smirk only growing as he put the car in drive.

“I guess you don’t have to start fucking girls.” 

[soulangel]

Angel Performs

Summary: Angel finally has a performance after so long and can’t believe it’s during Jay’s Tour. She also should probably think about getting more girl friends to bring with her since all her guy friends seem to enjoy picking on her constantly.

Group: Angel x Ateez, Angel x K.A.R.D, Angel x AOMG

Genre: Fluffy randomness, Crackhead dorkiness, mild angst over a crush

Warnings: I think I threw one swear word in here on accident but I can’t remember for sure...oops?

Word Count: 2k

Main Masterlist     Angel’s Masterlist

   With a nervous hop in her step, Róisín paced around the green room in anticipation for when she was to go and perform next. Jay had brought her along on his Sexy4Eva tour, and they were still in Korea since it had just started. There were two places he had asked her to perform in, and the first one was the first city she had ever been too after she moved to South Korea. “I want you to see how far you’ve come since you started this journey with me.” He’d told her when he asked her to perform.

    How could she no to something like that? Something so, so sincere and generous of him, it was just impossible to say no. Especially when she had people blowing up her phone about the new tour, and how her name was on the posters with Jay’s, and whoever else he would be bringing along on tour with him.

    “Red you good?” She heard from somewhere across the room as she was fiddling with the metal cuff on her wrist, black fingernail polish gleaming in the light when she moved her hand a certain way.

    She looked over at the couch to see a small group of people staring at her in concern while she had been pacing around like she was at her first concert all over again. “F-Fine. I’m fine. Just a little freaked out at the moment.” She replied quickly, going back to pacing right after the words left her mouth.

    One person who was completely relaxed on the couch stood up to walk in front of her and make sure she stopped her fidgeting. “You’re fine Angel. It’s okay to be freaked out. We’re right here with you okay? We got you.” He mumbled, taking her into a hug and engulfing her body.

    She managed to relax against him momentarily and sighed into his chest, patting his side a couple times in thanks to helping her calm down. After their hug, she stepped away from him and sat down beside Matt, who was grinning at her as he wrapped his arm around her shoulders to mess with her. “Yeah Angel we got you.” He teased the both of them out loud.

    She scowled at him and shoved him away from her. “I hate you so much. Do you know that?” She asked him, rolling her eyes when he just grinned back.

    He pushed her off the couch so she landed on the floor with an ‘oomf.’ She rubbed her butt a couple times before Taehyung helped her off the floor and wrapped an arm around her. “Let’s get you to the dressing room now. It’s time for you to get ready.” He suggested, glaring at Matt and the other people in the room.

    Matt lifted his arms up in response to the glare and shrugged his shoulders before Hongjoong jumped off the couch to follow the two. “I wanna go too! I wanna see what outfit you’re gonna wear tonight!” He shouted happily, practically skipping behind the two as they all disappeared toward the dressing room.

          xXx

    Finding her spot on the side of the stage, Jay was taking a few moments to introduce her to give her time to prepare for her stage time. “Wanna help me bring out this fiery red haired vixen I’ve come to love as my own little sisterrrrrr ANGEL!” He finally shouted out, disappearing toward the other side of the stage as Róisín jumped out with enough energy to power a whole house.

    “What’s goin’ on everyone?! Miss me?!” She cried out into the mic, stopping in the middle of the stage with light shining perfectly on her to give herself an ethereal glow, and a perfect shadow of wings behind her to help with her stage name; her signature on stage.

    She got the roar of the crowd as a response and laughed heartily into the mic, letting everyone know she was having just as much as they were. “I’m loving the energy you guys have tonight! So fresh! It’s awesome! Now I wanted to change this up a bit, maybe change tune for a song or two?” She suggested, getting more thunderous responses.

    With a nod to DJ Wegun who started her own mix of music, giving her a chance to hype up the crowd a little more with grins and her own dancing along with the beats. It took her a couple minutes to get the jitters out of her system as she warmed herself up on stage, but when she finally was-she wasn’t Róisín anymore, she was Angel. And Angel had a large crowd to please.

“FLYYYYYY AWAAAAYYYY!

Losing flight toniight. Taken down a nootch.

Stop this feeling noow. Hold on tight and breaathe.

I can breathe, when you’re near mee.

Stay with mee, take it in slowlyy.

I am free toniight, I can fly toniight.

I will fly toniight, just for one night.”

While she was out prancing around the stage as she did best, singing along to her newest song, the small group she had backstage with her were moved from the green room, to her personal dressing room so the fans that bought VIP tickets could be in the room without other celebrities around. Since of course, she had to bring the famous boy from both Ateez and K.A.R.D to her first comeback concert, even if it was just her showing up as another singer and not the main one.

    “It’s been so long since I've seen her so happy on stage like that. Gotta admit, AOMG is definitely a good fit for her to be in.” Matt said with a chuckle, listening to the music coming through the tv so they could watch her performance.

    While they were chatting away, someone had snuck into the room with them and waited patiently until they noticed. Yunho jumped a good couple feet once he saw there was another person and pointed, wide eyed. “When did you get in here?!” He yelped out finally, the rest of the group seeing Woo Wonjae staring at the group with a small, terrified look on his face though he tried his best to hide it.

    He pointed behind him and made a tiny sound. “Noona said there were people in here I could hang out with while everyone else did the show. Said you were all cool and that I’d be able to get along with you? Iunno, she’s weird.” He said with a small chuckle, stuffing his hands in his pockets while awkwardly waiting for them to give a response.

    For quite a short while there was a pause as the group all just kinda quietly looked at each other, heads completely swiveling back and forth as they did. “So uh….anyone wanna play a game til she gets back?” Hongjoong asked, finding something from her wardrobe closet.

          xXx

    By the time Róisín had gotten off the stage and was able to see all her fans in the green room, she was dead tired and wanted to lay down on her couch for the rest of the night. She definitely wasn’t expecting to hear shouts and screams coming from her dressing room when she stepped inside the door. Yet she should have known something was going on when she had so many of her guy friends in one place. “What is going on?!” She yelped, looking around at the mess on the floor and everywhere else.

    Six pairs of eyes stared at her wide eyed before they all stood up and bowed to her in unison. “We’re sorry Roe-Roe/Red/Rose/Noona!” She heard collectively from everyone.

    She sighed and smacked a hand to her head. “You’re lucky I’m too tired to deal with this mess right now. Someone pick it up for me...please.” She grumbled out, sensing the eldest of the Ateez boys was going to take her up on that.

    Seonghwa immediately grabbed cleaning supplies and got to work happily, mumbling to himself about how glad he was she said something about cleaning. All she could do was sigh and shake her head. “Someone else please help me find a change in clothes so I can get out of this death trap.” She whined, leaning against the tall giant that was Yunho, who happened to stand beside her at the perfect time.

    Hongjoong jumped at the chance to grab her some clothing and Taehyung was too busy glaring at the younger boy holding the one thing which he cared so much about in the last few years. “Roe-Roe, do you want to go lay down in the car or something?” He asked her softly, holding a hand out for her.

    She blinked tiredly and smiled at the elder. “No thanks Oppa, I’m fine right here. I wanna change first and then maybe I’ll pass out on the couch….” She explained, fighting the urge to yawn when Hongjoong rushed up in front of her and handed her some clothes to change into.

    He grinned happily when she looked down at them and scowled. “Someone else grab me some clothes then because these ARE NOT clothes. They’re bug traps made for someone who insists on showing a lot of skin….” She grumbled, glaring at the leader who just smirked in response. “OH please you’d love to wear that wouldn’t you.” He replied, sticking his tongue out at her.

    She was about to tackle him to the ground when her door opened up and a familiar face popped in grinning wide. “Where’s she at!? Where’s my sister?!” He yelled out, getting everyone to stop what they were doing.

    Róisín tiredly turned to see Jay watching her in the doorway and smiled sleepily. “Oppaaaaa~ there you are! That was so much fun tonight! I’m so glad you let me do this!” She squealed, tackling him into a hug.

    While the two were talking about the stage performance and everything from the lights and presence, to the aftermath of it all, the rest of the group slowly started filing out of the room until it was just the AOMG crew and one other person. “Oh, hey is something wrong?” She asked, standing up to go talk to him.

    He shook his head and gave her a small smile. “Not at all. Just wanted to say you did amazing out there. See you later Angel.” He mumbled quietly before leaving just like the rest of the group.

    Jay blinked a few times at what he just witnessed and then whistled softly. “So that’s why you don’t want to date huh? Already got yourself a manwich?” He asked her, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

    She rolled her eyes and groaned softly. “Jay you are so not helping. There’s nothing going on. Besides, you know it’s impossible to date in this industry….you’ve seen what happened last time I tried. And how well that went over.” She replied and then sighed, head dropping to her lap in despair.

    The CEO laughed and rubbed her back soothingly. “Poor Roe. Can’t find herself the proper suitor. At this point you might as well date Matt then.” He said quickly jumping to his feet before she could catch him.

    She growled and threw a pillow at him instead. “For the thousandth time NO I will not date Matt! There’s only one guy I’d want to date and it’s impossible so just DROP IT!” She yelled out at him, shutting her mouth as soon as the words left her.

    She slapped both hands over her mouth and shook her head immediately. Jay on the other hand was staring at her like the biggest secret had just been dropped. Both were too busy staring at each other to hear the thumping around outside as someone was trying to listen in to what they were saying. “Did she just say she was interested in someone? Do you think it was someone who was here tonight?” One of the boys asked quietly.

    Another smacked his head and grumbled softly, “of course it had to be someone who was in the room tonight. You think she’d blurt that kind of a secret out loud if they weren’t?”

    “Who cares about that right now? We should go before she realizes we’re out here and dies of either embarrassment, or decides to kill us in our sleep.” The third replied before all three members of Ateez finally started on their way towards the van to take them back to their dorm.

[pastelpastryblog]

I’m tired of this, it’s over 💔 - Woo / Woo Wonjae scenario pt.43

Alina is upset that she is being forced to wear inappropriate clothes that she is not content with, so she talks to her CEO and Boyfriend and tells him about it but he doesn't care as he thinks that it will get her and the company a lot of attention. Alina then does her debut solo on 6 shows in 3 days and has already garnered attention for the clothes that she did not want to wear. Her 6 performances get cancelled as her dress code is violating TV restrictions. Fans are upset so they are boycotting the company. Y/N reaches her goal of over 589k on social media so her friends threw her a mini party and wanted her to do a workshop. Park Jungwon hears of this so he pushes Alina to participate in the workshop so that him and his company can redeem themselves. Woo and Julie are still at his parents house but he had left the house at 6am and didn't get home until 3am so Julie made a big scene on twitter. Woo had managed to buy a ticket to Y/N's workshop because he wanted to apologise to her but it all went wrong and a brawl had occurred as Julie also bought tickets to attend the dance class.

Is Park Jungwon being reasonable towards Alina? Is this Alina's karma? Was Woo's action taken out of context? Was his intentions pure? Will BM's fans attack Y/N for Woo almost fighting BM? Did Julie have the right to crash the workshop?

Next chapter coming soon! 💕

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